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Bloom
by Yamesh (yamesh@cashette.com)
***
A woman kidnaps and tortures a coed, making her into
her sex slave. (FF, nc, bd, sm, tor, ws)
***
Bloom: Part 1 – The Abduction
Karen had been waiting forever. The seed had been
planted a very long time ago, just flashes of something
disturbing that would sometimes come to her while
having sex or in a dream. At first she was troubled and
tried to figure out why or where these thoughts were
coming from, but then she began to accept them, and
finally embraced them. After all they were just
thoughts. She had always secretly been attracted to
women yet never really had the guts to act on it, plus
she was married and the idea of sharing a woman with
her husband was really unappealing... in fact, he was
unappealing.
The divorce had been the turning point, it was nasty
and she vowed from then on that she would do things for
herself. She had shocked everyone who had expected this
shy, pleasant woman to simply accept the settlement and
back off, and had hired a tough, top rated divorce
lawyer.
Her lawyer went for the jugular. She was a wealthy
woman now, and not dependant on anyone anymore. Alone
in her house she was able to escape all the
restrictions imposed upon her, and she cut loose her
"friends". The few remaining duties she carried over
with her were the upkeep of the house and tending to
her garden. She would spend hours every day preening
and cultivating. Her particular love was for her roses,
she pampered them as she wished to be pampered.
It didn't hurt if she just planned out her ideas more
thoroughly; that was part of the fantasy right? The
handgun and stun gun she purchased could be easily
explained as purely defensive items a single woman
might want to use for protection, that justification
worked on herself at least. For other items the
Internet was wonderful... it allowed her to acquire
things she would be too afraid to do in person. She
began purchasing quite a lot of bondage toys and
dungeon equipment, but also purchased something a bit
more ominous, a liquid tranquilizer. If this was
fantasy, why did she do that? She had half expected it
to not be delivered or for it to be fake.
But it did arrive like every thing else she ordered, a
little gift from Mexico. Karen did quite a bit a
research on the drug, and one night tried a sample on
herself, it worked like a charm. Possessing the
tranquilizer did make her excited, it was real .
Holding the bottle made her wonder if it held the key
to her ultimate pleasure. Then the bottle sat. Waited.
Something was growing inside of Karen, was it
apprehension? No. Maybe it was resolution. She was
becoming more excited as she prepared. She arranged the
basement where she could keep a slave, erecting sound
baffling on the walls, not that anyone would ever hear
as Karen's house was miles from the nearest neighbor.
A thick chain bolted to the floor, a mattress, heavy-
duty locks and bolts and bars, motion detectors, a
closed circuit monitoring system with night vision,
intercoms. This was becoming a full time job. She
became more thrilled as it all started coming together
and sometimes couldn't help but to sit down in her
private dungeon and masturbate. The thought of
controlling someone else's life totally, to think of
making them do whatever she wanted made her cum again
and again. If she had control she would become the real
Karen, she would bloom.
She started eyeing particular women that caught her
fancy, watching their habits and routines from afar. It
couldn't hurt to just start picking one out, keeping
notes on times and dates, people they saw, activities.
Right off the bat several were too unpredictable; they
had no discernable rhythm to their lives. One however,
looked very promising. A student of the University of
Wisconsin, this woman was predictable to a tee. Tall
and blond, this woman was just her type... hell, they
were all her "type"... what was she thinking? The
beauty was just icing. All the woman really needed to
be was acceptable, she didn't concern herself that much
with looks, it was all about control. It was all about
Karen.
She watched her for weeks. Karen waited outside her
apartment, watched her on campus and followed her to
the grocery store. Took photos. A whole surveillance
setup was constructed in her van, decked it out with
all the comforts of home, and she constantly moved it
to not be in one spot too long. Her life began to
revolve around this woman. It was now officially
obsession. One day when she made sure she wouldn't be
seen she took some of the women's mail, leaving enough
behind as to not arouse suspicion. Sandra, Sandy, Ms.
Sandra Keller. Karen had her name:
Ms. Sandra Jane Keller, lesbian sex slave.
It was now time to lay low for a while. Karen still
couldn't tell if she really intended to go through with
this or not, so far it was still a fantasy. But she
would carry on as if it were reality nonetheless
because it excited her, so it was best to have some
time between her monitoring of Sandra and the actual
abduction in case she had been noticed. Karen loaded up
a syringe with what she calculated would be the proper
amount of tranquilizer necessary to quickly bring
Sandra under.
She worked out her move swiftly:
shocking a mannequin with the stun gun then injecting
fluid into the leg, or pulling the gun out quickly if
there was trouble. She also spent the down time
planning every possible angle, what if Sandra got the
upper hand, what if she escaped, what if she died?
Karen had contingencies worked out as well as she could
but this was still very high risk. She had never taken
a risk like this in her life. This was a turning point.
Karen had started smoking again, it was an ugly habit
to her but she had become quite anxious lately, and
drinking slowed her down. The thought crossed her mind
that she might be developing some real mental
problems... however she quickly ignored this as she was
never so excited and focused in her life. If she was
crazy so be it. Plus if things went bad this might give
her a good defense to fall back on.
Finally she could wait no longer, it was time to either
make a move and do this or accept the fact that this
was only an obsessive fantasy. She knew that Sandra had
a night class on Thursdays and since she lived very
close to the school she usually walked home. Karen
packed up her "kit": gun, stun gun, loaded syringe and
handcuffs. She then placed fake license plates onto her
van, this was in case anyone witnessed the abduction it
could throw police off the trail. She was surprised
that she wasn't as nervous as she had anticipated,
probably due to the fact that she could always back out
at the last minute, however her heart was still
pounding quite heavily in her chest.
She drove to the school, which was a good ten miles
away; she concluded it was best to abduct someone a
decent distance from where you lived. Karen arrived at
the campus about an hour before she knew Sandra's class
got out and parked on a side street that allowed her
view of the exit she always used. As the time ticked
closer Karen felt pangs of anxiety she never felt
before, now she was nervous. This was crazy. This was
thrilling. Finally the first students trickled out.
Her heart sank as she saw Sandra come out with a man
and walk to his car. When had she started getting rides
home? Damn. Then she saw the man hand her a book and
start talking to her outside his car. She was not going
to ride with him after all. If this went without a
hitch he would naturally become the prime suspect. That
thought made Karen snicker. Soon they were separated
and Sandra began her walk home. Perhaps her last.
Karen's heart was ready to leap out of her chest.
Nonetheless she began to pull up towards Sandra. Then
the most wonderful thing in the world happened... rain.
It was meant to be. She had prepared an elaborate tale
of needing directions to an address close to where
Sandra lived, even offering her money if she needed as
she was hopelessly lost, she would give her a ride
home... but this was all unnecessary. The rain made it
so simple.
"Do you need a ride?"
Sandra quickly assessed the offer... a woman... there
was nothing to fear. "Oh thanks! I could really use
it!" She quickly got in and introduced herself. The
woman's name was Karen and she looked to be in her mid
to late thirties, attractive with dark brown hair. She
seemed a bit shy and also kind of nervous.
The woman must have been smoking up a storm as the air
was thick with smoke, hopefully the smell wouldn't
cling to Sandra's clothes, as she didn't want to do
wash tonight and had no other clean pants to wear
tomorrow. "I live about five blocks down this street."
She hardly noticed Karen reaching for something under
her seat... instead, because of the awkward silence she
turned her head towards the window and away from Karen.
She would always remember the jolting pain followed by
a needle prick. Then nothing.
Karen was shaking uncontrollably now. She almost
vomited from her nervousness and realized that she had
wet herself. She needed to remain focused now more than
ever. She was almost certain that she hadn't been seen
and even if she was it would never even register in
anyone's long term memory. There was no slowing down,
no swerving... Karen hadn't missed a beat. An exit to
the freeway had made her one of the hundreds of
indistinct vehicles traveling to nowhere.
If she was stopped now her life was over. She didn't
even dare look at other cars and just focused on the
road ahead. Karen was a machine. In ten minutes she was
home yet it was the longest drive of her life. When the
garage door closed behind her she let out a sigh of
relief. The motionless body of Sandra still lay in the
same position that it was when she gave her the
injection. The final task was to drag her down to the
basement and chain her up.
Sandra was heavier than she had anticipated and given
that Karen was exhausted from the stress, this became a
monumental effort. She almost sent both of them
crashing down the stairs but managed to regain her
balance. Karen placed her in the middle of the floor
and cut away her clothes with a scissors. She had a
fantastic body and after Sandra was naked she locked
her leg to the chain. Karen then handcuffed her hands
in back of her. She couldn't resist a quick feel as
Karen had never been this close to another naked female
before. But now was not the time, as she needed to go
up and finish things.
Karen turned off the lights, went upstairs and poured
herself an exceptionally strong drink. She went out to
the garage, switched back the license plates and
retrieved her kit. She then ran herself a bubble bath,
slipped in with her drink and started to finally let it
sink in. She had done it. It was real now... and she
turned on the monitor to verify this. There bathed in
the green glow of the night vision camera lay Sandra,
her Sandra. Karen began to finger herself as she
watched the motionless slave passed out on the dungeon
floor.
She could do anything she wanted to now. In total
control, she felt powerful, she felt like a goddess.
Rubbing her nipples she imagined the reaction of Sandra
as she woke up and realized her fate. Karen raised her
pelvis out of the water by arching her back. Her pussy
was throbbing as she slid her soapy fingers in and out,
gently rubbing her bud...this produced a soft sucking
sound. Karen's breathing now came in short, sharp
breaths. The anticipation of all the demands she would
soon have fulfilled by Sandra brought her to the most
spectacular orgasm, making her cry out loud for what
seemed like forever.
She was quite intoxicated by the time she finally went
to bed, so much so that she didn't even bother to find
out if her captive had awakened yet. It didn't matter
much as now both women, for very different reasons, lay
in a coma like sleep.
***
The next morning brought a startling revelation. It had
nothing to do with the dramatic events of the previous
night or the fact that Karen now owned another human
being. Purposely avoiding turning on her monitors and
checking if Sandra was awake, Karen instead went about
her daily tasks as normal, but her heart pounded
through it all... the first dramatic confrontation
between mistress and her slave was near. Then as she
began to tend her garden she saw it.
In the center was a rose named Ruby Celebration - a
deep red rose that sometimes produced very dark petals.
Despite all the care she had given it, the rose had
stubbornly refused to bloom. She had decided that if it
didn't produce by the end of the season she would have
to dig it up. But now it had come into flower, offering
its unique gift to Karen... a single jet-black rose.
Karen had studied roses and knew what she was staring
at shouldn't exist. Roses sometimes got very dark and
were called "black", but were in reality a dark red.
Black Magic and other varieties rarely even got close
to being black, but this one was genuine. Studying it
up close she touched its velvet petals to make sure it
was really there. Not a hint of red anywhere. She had
read that the black rose signaled a rebirth, if that
was the case this was the sign of the arrival of the
real Karen. She smiled and walked back inside with a
new determination... it was time to meet her slave.
Turning on the monitor, she saw her new slave looking
about. Sandra was obviously yelling something but
Karen's excellent soundproofing prevented any noise
from reaching upstairs. She turned on the intercom to
listen in... it was the expected cries for help.
Smiling she turned down the sound a bit and began to
prepare herself. Karen didn't like leather bondage
attire, it seemed to her too masculine. That was not
who she was, she was not butch. She adored lace and
light feminine things, she liked perfume and makeup and
long flowing hair.
That was what was wrong with the female doms in the
BDSM scene, they had little femininity. Karen wanted to
remain a woman through and through, no testosterone
needed, just cunning and conviction and control. Making
herself up as if she was going on a date, she took her
time brushing her hair, and started to find immense
pleasure in listening to Sandra's pleading. There was
an edgy panic to her cries that began to make Karen
moist, and she allowed herself to take her time and
drink it all in. She started to softly rock her naked
ass back and forth on the chair and caressed her hair
with the brush, moving very slowly down the length of
her locks.
Beginning to touch herself, she stopped just short of
orgasm and resumed focus on her tasks. The makeup was
not for Sandra's benefit, it was for Karen's, and she
wanted to feel beautiful. Deciding to wear her favorite
black teddy in honor of the occasion, she put it on and
admired her supple body in the mirror, then slipped on
her simple but elegant red pumps. Red and black, her
Black Widow colors. The spider was going down to toy
with her prey.
Bloom: Part 2 - A Meeting of the Minds
When she first woke there was total confusion. Sandra
tried to move her aching arms and realized she was
handcuffed. Naked. Fuck. She tried to retrace her steps
and the last thing she remembered was getting into that
woman's van. Karen, that was her name. She must have
been working on behalf of some pervert, probably
accounts for how nervous she appeared.
There seemed to be the outline of a mattress and Sandra
managed to right herself and stand up, blindly
shuffling over to it. She was dragging a heavy chain
attached to her leg, whoever had put her here had
obviously not wanted her to get away. Sitting on the
mattress she tried to assess the room. Must be a
basement, as she could make out the stairs, and it was
either still dark out or the small windows she could
see close to the ceiling were masked out. It had to be
a very large house as the footprint for the basement
was huge.
The little bit of light she had came from the LED's and
meters in a rack of electronic equipment, possibly a
stereo setup for the whole house. One other point of
light was a red LED up near the ceiling that she
determined must be a camera. Was he watching? It was
too dark to see anything so he must not know she was
awake yet. If she yelled maybe that would just bring
him down to her, better to think things through first.
It couldn't be money as she had none and her parents
were poor, plus she was naked... that said it all.
No, this was about sex, and someone had no doubt spent
a lot of time arranging this. Were there others before
her? Was he a serial killer? Her mind raced. Possibly
she could convince the woman to help her. Perhaps it
was the woman? Sandra thought she could make out
footsteps walking around upstairs but she wasn't sure,
sounds seemed to be muffled down here.
Sandra sat for hours before she finally decided to
start yelling for someone to let her know what was
going on, or help. She didn't have high hopes for the
latter. Maybe just do what he says and she could get
the fuck out of here. Pleading off and on for the next
three hours, Sandra's voice became more and more urgent
as panic began to set in.
A sound at the top of the stairs made Sandra stop in
mid yell. She wanted answers now she would get them, at
least she would know. Light from the door opening
illuminated her surroundings for the first time and
caused her to gasp, this was no ordinary basement...
this was a torture chamber! Sandra's new world then
exploded with light reveling all its horrors. There
were whips and canes, shackles, clamps, gags, all
hanging on the walls.
There was an item in the middle of the basement that
looked like the centerpiece of this horrible setting.
It was made of thick wood and looked to be a massive
modified dining room table. Large eyebolts were at one
end and was that a winch at the other? Sandra only had
an instant to take this all in as she turned her
attention to the person descending the stairs, it was
the woman Karen and she was dressed in a provocative
outfit.
She knew instantly that she was wrong, there was no
man, Karen was the pervert. Whether that was better or
worse was hard to tell, but perhaps she could reason
with her, maybe offer her a little of what she wanted
then persuade her to let her go. Sandra wasn't totally
hostile to being with a woman, and this woman was
beautiful, plus Karen couldn't be that sick... could
she? Looking at the environment she was in told her
otherwise.
Karen had butterflies as she descended the stairs. She
was in control but her script had run out, every
movement before this had been meticulously planned down
to the smallest detail, now she was in uncharted
waters. She almost looked away as she met Sandra's
glare but she held fast, she had the power now, and now
she had to demonstrate that to her slave. The thought
gave her a genuine smile. "Hello Sandra."
Sandra didn't respond as she sat on the mattress and
watched Karen walk past her towards the end of the
room. She observed that Karen didn't so much walk as
she did strut, was she trying to turn her on? Maybe
this was some terribly misguided attempt to get in her
pants? Again, looking around her dashed those hopes;
this woman was really into this. She watched Karen grab
a whip off the wall, turn and smile.
"I only really have one rule." Karen caressed the whip
as she spoke. "Do exactly what I tell you and things
will be fine, if not, there will be... trouble." She
put an emphasis on "trouble" that made it sound
enjoyable, something she was looking forward to.
Sandra kept her calm and spoke softly but determined.
"You don't have to do this. I realize you may have
misjudged things and I'll forget about what's happened,
I can even help you find someone who is more into your
tastes. Let's work this out and we can both walk away
with no problem at all."
"There is nothing to work out Sandra." Karen moved
close and placed one leg on Sandra's mattress. This put
her pussy close to Sandra's face, and Sandra nervously
eyed Karen's bush clearly visible through her teddy.
Karen didn't believe in shaving her pussy like everyone
seemed to do now, a bald pussy looked silly to her and
leaving tiny patches of hair wasn't much better. When
she shoved her pussy in Sandra's mouth she wanted it to
be her hairy pussy! She inched up her teddy to reveal
her open bush. Karen was so wet with anticipation she
could hardly think. "Lick it."
"Please don't..." Karen had expected this and stepped
back letting the whip fly as hard as she could. The
stroke landed on Sandra's shoulder and knocked her
back. She was startled by the force of the lash and
cried out in surprise as much as pain. Karen was
pleased with her blow and sent another two to follow.
These hit Sandra's side as she tried to curl up in a
fetal position to escape. Then more... four, five, six.
The lashes fell all over Sandra's body as she screamed.
Seven, eight, nine. Karen pranced around Sandra as if
she was a loin tamer in a circus. Sandra caught a
glimpse of Karen's eyes in her frantic effort to hide
from the blows, they had a wide wild look that proved
Karen was enjoying herself. She lowered the whip. "We
can keep playing or you can do what I said."
Karen touched her pussy and found it drenched, so much
so that she even wondered if she had pissed herself.
Now she needed relief and the bitch-slut better provide
it. "Lick it!" she screamed. Sandra slowly moved
herself closer realizing it was a loosing battle,
better to get this over with quick and stop the
punishment. She placed her mouth on the hairy puss and
was sickened by the wetness and musky smell. Karen's
hands roughly grabbed the back of her head and smashed
her face deeper in, causing Sandra's whole face to get
wet with her captor's vaginal fluid.
Feeling her slave's tongue part her labia, Karen
realized this was something she could make happen
anytime she wanted from now on, and when the tongue hit
her clit she gasped. The juices were still pouring out
and Karen rammed Sandra's face again and again into her
pussy as she exploded in an orgasm that caused her to
fall backwards. She threw Sandra back as she stumbled
and began laughing as a release, sitting on the floor,
laughing and cumming. Life was going to be very, very
good... for one of them.
Karen started to compose herself. "Whew! That was
intense!" She picked herself off the floor and
straightened her teddy. "I'm sure we will be doing a
lot more of that in the future!" Walking over to the
wall she hung the whip back up, walked up the stairs
and turned off the lights. Darkness again.
In the blackness Sandra's pain seemed unbearable, made
worse by the fact that she was heavily perspiring and
the salty sweat was stinging her wounds. She was
humiliated and hurt, not consequences from anything she
did, yet somehow she felt dirty. The woman showed no
remorse or empathy and Sandra had an even worse feeling
the more she thought about that. Karen was a true
sadist, a creature she had never encountered before, at
least that Sandra was aware of.
There was not going to be any quick and easy out to
this circumstance, this woman planned to keep her and
keep her for a long time. She would have to somehow
figure a way beyond reasoning to escape her current
situation. So it was best to try to do what Karen
wanted until she could develop a plan. Sandra wiped the
disgusting smudge off her face by rubbing it on the
mattress, perhaps if it was a man it would be better.
She needed to urinate and remembered seeing a drain by
where her chain was bolted to the floor.
My chain.
The thought repulsed her. She found the drain with her
feet and squatted over it relieving herself.
Karen was truly alive for the first time. She had
hidden her true nature her whole life, even to herself,
and now for the first time it had escaped. It was wild
and it was free! Walking into the bathroom she squatted
over the bidet she had installed after her husband's
departure, this was something he would have never
approved of. Soon however, the bidet would be
unnecessary. She ran the cool water on her pussy and
contemplated her next course of action.
For some reason she was afraid to leave the house.
Sandra was secure she was certain, but it seemed that
the dream might all go away if she left. Food and other
necessities made the trip inevitable though and Karen
decided a break was warranted. While grocery shopping
she found something for Sandra: it was a brand of
instant meals that you just add water, and she bought
the whole box. At the checkout the cashier laughed and
asked if she was going on a long camping trip. "No,"
said Karen, "my daughter just loves them."
Karen bought a large bottle of her favorite wine and
since she had no perishables she decided to treat
herself to a fine meal at a seafood restaurant. While
waiting at the bar for her table she was hit upon by a
decent looking man in a well dressed suit, the old
Karen would have been flattered and maybe struck up a
conversation, the new Karen however told the man in no
certain terms to bug off. She liked the new Karen much
better.
Returning home she switched on her monitor like she was
switching on a soap opera, and unpacked her groceries.
She took the large box of instant food mixes and set
them by the basement door. It was time to let Sandra be
for a while she concluded. A day or more alone down in
the dark would show her where the power was.
Time crawled for Sandra as she sat and waited for
whatever was next. She was thirsty, sore and
frightened. She almost whished Karen would come down
just to give her relief, but she had a feeling that
when Karen did come, it would be for something worse.
She screamed her lungs out, cried, held temper tantrums
and slept. She tried to exercise but found it difficult
as with her hands cuffed behind her back she kept
loosing balance, instead she paced.
***
A day passed...
Karen saw it on the news... a missing college student.
Her heart skipped a beat and she held her breath
listening for news on any leads. A pretty picture of
Sandra filled the screen along with a number to call
with any information. They were searching her apartment
complex and several neighbors were interviewed on
camera, ending with the fact that there were no leads
and no witnesses to any abduction. This was great news!
Karen switched the input select over to the basement
cam and watched Sandra sleeping; she alone knew where
the missing girl was... and it was time to play with
her toy. Again she prettied herself up deciding this
time to sport only her black pumps... this was their
second date, no need to be modest and wear clothes.
Karen finished and went back down to her kitchen, she
picked up the box of Sandra's food and descended to the
dungeon.
Sandra was half asleep and barely noticed the door
open, but as the lights went on she shielded her eyes
from the pain it caused. She watched Karen descend the
stairs naked, save for some high heels. "Why are you
doing this?" Sandra screamed. "Please, please I'll do
anything you want, I just want to go home!"
"You can't go home now, they are looking for you. I'm
afraid it's too late for you to leave me." Karen calmly
informed Sandra. She set down the box and walked over
to the sink at the end of the room. "You can't keep me
here forever, I swear I won't tell anyone!" The words
sounded stupid to Sandra, of course she would
eventually tell.
Karen was attaching a garden hose to the sink faucet
not listening to the pleading. "I don't even know where
I am! Answer me you fucking bitch!" Sandra knew this
was a mistake as soon as she said it, and tried to
minimize the damage. "I'll do what you want, anything."
She said in a much softer tone. "I know you will."
Karen pleasantly replied. "But right now you stink and
I want you to wash up." She picked up a bar of soap she
grabbed from the sink and threw it to Sandra. Karen
walked over close to Sandra and let loose a strong
spray from the hose hitting her in the head with the
stream.
The chilling spray took Sandra's breath away and she
let out a high-pitched yelp like a dog having its tail
stepped on. Karen laughed at the sound and moved the
spray to other parts of her body. "Wash!" Sandra obeyed
the command and took the opportunity to quench her
thirst. Karen re-aimed the hose at Sandra's mouth long
enough to allow her to have her fill. "Wash your pussy,
I don't want that all filthy!" Karen barked. Sandra
cleaned as quickly as she could in an effort to make
the water stop.
Finally Karen decided she was acceptable and put down
the hose: "I suppose you're hungry." Sandra sheepishly
nodded yes as Karen kicked the box on the floor closer
to her. "Pick one." Since Sandra couldn't look through
the box due to her hands cuffed in back, she just chose
the first package on top. "The chicken one on top." She
whispered. It was Chicken a la king and came with its
own built-in pouch to prepare it in.
"Mmmm, that looks tasty!" Karen mocked, smiling.
Squatting down and opening the pouch Karen removed the
attached spoon and placed it in front of Sandra. "I'm
afraid I will have to feed you like a baby as you can't
use your arms, so sit down." Sandra sat down awkwardly,
momentarily loosing her balance and almost falling.
"Just add water." Karen pretended to read the
directions. She stared at Sandra's eyes to watch the
reaction as she placed the open pouch under her pussy
and let loose a stream of piss into the package.
Sandra slowly shook her head back and forth, tears
welling up, and whispered: "No. Please no."
"Yes, you will." Came Karen's answer. "This is supposed
to sit for ten minutes before it's ready, I expect at
that time that you'll eat it, if you don't there will
be repercussions." Karen got up and walked upstairs as
Sandra collapsed in sobs.
It was hard for Karen not to finger herself but she
wanted to savor this and make it last as long as
possible. Once upstairs she set the timer and tried to
focus on other things. She walked out into her garden
realizing this is the first time she had been nude
outdoors. It didn't matter much as she was isolated out
here and her garden had a huge fence surrounding it.
Her black rose bloom was joined by two other buds now,
as jet-black as the first. She could call the Rose
Society and would make quite a stir if she didn't have
her more important business at hand. Perhaps there
would be a time in the future when she would do that.
But for now... the timer dinged. She turned and walked
inside very quickly, almost a run.
When Karen arrived back downstairs Sandra was still in
the same position, sobbing. "I hope you are willing to
eat your dinner now." Karen said sounding like an
agitated mother. "No. I can't, please..." Came the
reply between sobs. Expecting this, Karen got up and
walked to a chest near the sink and opened it,
retrieving a long item with a prong at the end. Through
her tears Sandra was familiar with what it was. She
didn't know where she had seen one before, or how she
even recognized it, but it filled her with dread... it
was a cattle prod.
Karen spoke gently "There are several settings on this
dear, I will start low, but have no doubt you will be
eating your dinner before we get to the strongest. Now,
I ask you again, will you eat your dinner?" Sandra
remained silent looking down at the floor, trembling.
She clenched her eyes tightly shut and prepared herself
for the pain.
Karen jabbed her with the prong but didn't squeeze the
trigger, laughing at her reaction to what she expected
would be a shock. "Oh honey, it will be a lot worse
than that." Karen was as wet as she had been a day
earlier when she had whipped the daylights out of
Sandra. She then gave Sandra the real shock she had
been expecting, by placing the prong on her breast and
squeezing the trigger.
A burning electric pain shot into her breast causing
her to scream and fallback sobbing. Karen smiled, got
up and stood over her, giving Sandra another shock on
her other breast to even things out. She gave her three
more shocks in the stomach and then turned up the
settings.
"Nooo, please..." sobbed Sandra as the first shocks on
the higher setting hit her. The pain was staggering in
its intensity. This time a jolt hit Karen as well, but
a very different kind, a bolt of pleasure that she had
never felt before. A new level of satisfaction had been
reached, this was her drug and she was an addict. A
rapid series of shocks that followed, concentrating on
Sandra's thighs, broke her. "Stop!" She sobbed.
"Please, I'll do it!"
"Stick your tongue out Sandra." Karen commanded. "Stick
your tongue out or I will keep this up all night!"
Sandra stuck out her quivering tongue and closed her
eyes as she knew the pain would be unbearable. Karen
put the settings higher and rested the prong on
Sandra's tongue using the anticipation as another
weapon in her assault on her slave. A squeeze of the
trigger sent Sandra into convulsions and caused Karen
to actually start dripping her juices onto her.
Karen sat down on her sobbing slave's chest and grabbed
the pouch of food she had stupidly refused to eat,
scooped up a big spoonful and pushed it down Sandra's
throat. "You will keep this down!" Sandra started
gagging but knew that she had to keep it down, the
consequences would no doubt be worse. The taste was
awful but she focused on just getting through it. After
the pack was half gone Karen seemed satisfied and
positioned her dripping pussy right above Sandra's now
empty mouth. There was no need to tell her what to do
as Sandra began to lick. Karen lowered her bush and
floated away into bliss.
Bloom: Part 3 - "Click"
It was a little sound, almost nothing... so quiet it
almost didn't exist, but sounds were just about all
Sandra had down in the darkness. She had become
hypersensitive to every noise, her chain being the
loudest and most disturbing of all. The fact that she
even heard it over the chain noises was a miracle in
itself. When she sat down on the mattress there was an
ever so slight 'click' which shouldn't have been there.
Likewise, when she dragged the mattress over closer
there was thin scraping noise. Probably a small pebble
caught under the mattress.
Why should she even care? Her tongue was swollen to
about twice its normal size from the terrible assault
inflicted upon it by cattle prod a couple hours ago.
Even with the swelling, she could still taste Karen's
piss – she wanted desperately to rid her mouth of that
taste. She wanted to throw up the horrible "dinner"
Karen had forced down her but she knew there was
nutrition in it, and who knew when she would be allowed
to eat again.
Though there was no way to tell in the dark, she was
sure she had burns from where the cattle prod hit her.
So why should she care about some stupid little
clicking noise? But she did, half out of curiosity and
half out of boredom she had to find out. Sandra kneeled
facing away from the mattress and lifted it up on her
feet; this allowed her to wedge her body under it, the
difficulty of this seemingly easy maneuver astonishing
her. She felt around as far as her arms would extend
out away from her body without causing pain.
Then the source: a large safety pin partially embedded
in the underside of the mattress. She didn't know right
away how this could be important, only that it was.
Sandra worked another fifteen minutes before she
emerged from under the mattress with her prize. Oh
great, she could stab Karen with it. If she was lucky
she could hit her in the eye, causing blindness or just
pissing her off more...then Karen could kill her in a
fit of rage. Or perhaps... she could use it to pick her
handcuffs. Could that work or was that something that
can only happen in a movie??? She decided that she
would spend as long as required, which turned out to be
the next four hours, finding out the answer.
The sweetest sound that Sandra had ever heard was
another 'click'. She almost didn't believe it when she
heard it, but this sound was loud and confident. Her
left handcuff eased its grip on her wrist and she swung
her arms freely away from behind her back. This was the
greatest relief that she could remember, and she spent
a few minutes just kneading her stiff and very sore
shoulders.
Sandra started to pick her other handcuff and found it
a bit more difficult as she was using her left hand,
but since she already knew the technique it took much
less time. Finally, she was free of the dreadful
handcuffs... now what? Could she pick her leg shackle
too? Sandra knew that was not going to happen - it was
a heavy-duty lock that would require a better tool and
some capable experience. No, she would have to develop
a plan with what she had accomplished so far.
She needed a weapon. The basement was mocking her with
all the weapons hanging from the walls... out of reach.
The mattress? Yeah, she could hit her with a mattress.
Stupid. The chain? Possibly, but very risky. It was
heavy but not lethal. It wasn't until she had to pee
again that the answer came to her: the drain cover. She
began to try to pull it up but could manage to only
turn it. Keep working on it. It was small but she could
feel that it was heavy. Held behind her back as Karen
approached, it could be brought out at the last moment
and WHAM! Sandra would beat that bitch within an inch
of her life... perhaps further. What then?
Karen certainly didn't carry the key with her and
Sandra couldn't let her go get it. No, this would serve
only to put her in the same predicament as Sandra, she
would handcuff Karen to the chain. But if she didn't do
this now she would have to put the handcuffs back on
and bide her time... something Sandra was unwilling to
do. Who's to say this bitch wasn't going to kill her
anyway - no, she certainly couldn't let Sandra go free
– things had gotten way beyond that threshold.
Karen was going to have to keep her forever or kill
her, and Sandra would not let that happen. Let the
chips fall where they may, someone would eventually
come looking for Karen, she was certain. In the
meantime, Sandra chopped at the massive links of her
chain with the drain cover in a futile attempt to break
free.
Sandra wondered what time it was. Her only clue was the
fact that Karen had called that horrid meal (that, damn
it, she was still tasting) "dinner", not lunch or
breakfast. That was many hours ago, so it must be
nearing morning by Sandra's calculations. Time to be
very cautious of Karen opening the door; Sandra didn't
want her to hear the clanging of metal, which was very
loud even in the heavily baffled basement.
Sandra felt the links where she was hammering; even
though she could sometimes see sparks in the darkness,
the link seemed as smooth as all the others. This was
not going to work. Maybe Karen would come at her with
bolt cutters, or a hacksaw, and she could maneuver the
chains so that they would be cut... the thought of that
ridiculous idea made Sandra laugh despite the grimness
of it all. She put the drain cover down and waited.
Finally there was a sound at the top of the stairs.
Sandra quickly grabbed her weapon and held it behind
her back as if she was still handcuffed. As the lights
blazed on, Sandra pretended to slowly wake from
sleeping. Be patient. Be calm. Karen was fully dressed
this time, nothing provocative. Something was wrong. A
small basket was in Karen's hands as she descended the
stairs, and Karen looked nervous. Sandra began pleading
as before, but stopped suddenly when she saw the gun.
Hours ago after their last encounter, Karen had
showered instead of having her usual bath and decided
to have a drink of wine before bed. It had been truly
exhilarating to watch Sandra struggle and suffer, and
especially feeding her that degrading meal. She
actually ate it! Karen needed to think of more things
to train her to do, Sandra really was like a pet now.
She could train Sandra to lick her clean instead of
using toilet paper, she could have Sandra cook, clean,
do Karen's pedicures... the possibilities were endless,
but first she needed to be broken, and that would be
the fun part.
She had just about finished her glass of wine and
turned off the monitor when she noticed something.
Sandra was pulling at the mattress... just out of
curiosity (alarm had yet to step in), Karen watched.
Sandra was looking for something. There was nothing
under that bare mattress, Karen was sure... or was
there? Sandra obviously thought there was. Karen
watched the whole process as Sandra got under the
mattress and retrieved something small, something to
pick her handcuffs? Karen could put a stop to this now
but she wanted to know, plus she still had the upper
hand. Further, Sandra had surely not realized that
Karen could see her with the night vision.
After watching for hours, Karen almost fell off her
chair when she saw the cuffs come off. Resourceful
little cunt! Don't ever underestimate this slut. Then,
as she watched Sandra work on the drain cover, she
realized this could have been deadly had she not been
watching... this was no game . A lesson definitely was
needed to demonstrate to Sandra that there was no
escape and that her only option was to submit. She
grabbed a hand basket and placed the syringe, stun gun
and handgun inside, and opened the door to the
basement.
"Place the drain cover over near the stairs Sandra,
then lay down by the mattress!" Karen yelled, taking
pains to sound authoritative, even though she was
terribly rattled by Sandra's resourcefulness. "Do it
now!" Sandra's hopes were dashed as she followed the
instructions. "Put your hands behind your back!" Karen
quickly grabbed the stun gun and gave Sandra a jolt.
While Sandra was incapacitated by the effects, Karen
jabbed her with the syringe, injecting her with the
tranquilizer. Then nothing.
As Sandra awoke, she was totally disoriented. Where was
she, on some kind of table? Then she remembered... that
rack. She thought she was going to be sick, but
couldn't tell if it was because of her predicament or
the after effects of the tranquilizer. However, she
managed to keep it down, since throwing up would only
make things worse with the huge gag in her mouth,
stretching her lips and cheeks, and making her jaw
ache. Karen was milling about the room all dolled up in
one of her outfits: a wispy pink chemise slip with
matching heeled sandals and a thong. That was not a
good sign at all!
Sandra filled with dread – when Karen dressed sexy,
that meant she was about to do vile things. Noticing
she was awake, Karen came and sat down on the table
next to Sandra's prone body, crossing her legs like she
was trying to catch some gentleman's eye. Karen pet her
hair as she would a dog and spoke: "Sandra, I'm afraid
you have a lot to learn about what I will tolerate. The
next few hours will be filled with much pain." She
traced Sandra's body with her finger and continued:
"You are and will always be my slave, the sooner you
accept that the better things will be." Karen walked
over to the winch.
The rack actually was a heavy dining room table. A
monstrosity her husband had purchased and left behind,
probably just to punish her. It was almost absurd in
its length. She had it brought downstairs for, at the
time, she thought she needed furniture down here, and
certainly would replace it shortly. However, as she
evolved , Karen began to formulate another use for it.
It looked medieval; maybe she did like it after all.
She purchased four large eyebolts and drilled two into
one end, the other two were secured to a heavy metal
bar at the other end, this bar was in turn cabled to a
boat winch.
Karen had never worked with tools in her life and was
surprised at her natural abilities. Purchasing four
leather straps, she secured them to the eyebolts. Karen
was proud of her first construction project, a little
unorthodox but dreadfully fun! Now it was time to put
her delightful apparatus to its first use.
Sandra was pleading through her gag, obviously trying
to say something about being sorry or not doing such
things again, but it didn't matter. Karen began turning
the winch, which produced a loud clicking sound. She
watched as Sandra's arms and legs straightened out to
their full length... and then farther. Karen slowed the
turns as the cable became taut; she was drinking this
in and was curious of the effects of her toy on Sandra.
Placing her pussy against the corner of the table,
Karen began to rock slightly up and down, grinding her
pussy on the table as she turned the crank. Sandra's
eyes became huge as the tension set in and began
wailing and going nuts thrashing her head to and fro in
a desperate attempt to somehow stop her torment, but
Karen needed to teach the imp a lesson... and she was
also in dire need of some pleasure.
"I wonder how far I can go before your joints pop out,
Sandra? A few more clicks?" click... click... click. As
her body was stretched, Sandra's moans and thrashing
stopped, as the agony of any movement was too much to
bear – only her watered eyes spoke of her torment.
Satisfied, Karen bent over and stared into Sandra's
eyes for quite a while before she crooned: "Hurts a
little, doesn't it? Maybe you'll think next time before
you do something so foolish."
Karen moved around near Sandra's midsection and felt
her tummy. "Wow, you're as tight as a drum." She
lightly drummed her fingers on Sandra's stomach. Sandra
tried to scream but no sound came out; it was as if all
the breath in her body had been stretched out of her.
Her shoulders and hips were on fire and she wished she
could pass out, but her body wasn't at its pain limit
yet. Karen held up a little box so Sandra could see.
"So, you like safety pins?"
Karen got up on the table beside Sandra and lay down
next to her, caressing Sandra's stretched body and she
positioned herself. She set down the box on Sandra's
tummy and, as Sandra watched with disbelieving eyes,
pulled out a large silver pin, shaking off the alcohol
still clinging to it. "I noticed you have no piercings.
I thought all girls your age had them." Karen lightly
scraped the point of the pin up from Sandra's stomach
to her nipple and stopped. She then pinched the nipple
firmly between her fingers and ever so slowly pushed
the pin through it.
Sandra finally found her voice and emitted a cry that
sounded far off to Karen, and she flicked the pin with
her finger in an effort to make Sandra recreate it. A
large drop of blood oozed out and Karen licked it up.
This was making Karen insane with delight and she
quickly got up and straddled Sandra's stomach. This put
extra pressure on Sandra's already rigid body, taking
what little breath she had away. Sandra was panicking
now fearing that she wouldn't be able to breathe, but
managed quick short breaths. Karen was now dripping wet
like the next pin she pushed through Sandra's other
nipple.
Fingering herself with one hand, Karen moved down to
Sandra's navel. Because of the tightness of Sandra's
stomach, Karen had a difficult time skewering the belly
button... she had to weave it through like she was
sewing a dress. Causing far more pain than the nipple
piercing, this forced Sandra to cry loudly and attempt
to thrash about, but the winch had stretched her body
taut and immobile, so even trying to move amounted to
just more pain. Karen then turned around, straddling
her the other way (basking in Sandra's thin but
heartfelt wails of agony as she maneuvered none-to-
gently) and focused her attention on Sandra's pussy.
Sandra had a full pussy, with a prominent labia and
clit.
Karen pinched and pulled at Sandra's most tender and
precious parts to get the blood flowing (and Karen's
own pussy getting absolutely soaked – she was rubbing
vigorously on Sandra's brutally stretched belly,
smearing it with her juice and creating more thin wails
from Sandra as she absorbed the movement) and licked
her lips, breathing in a breath ragged with excitement
and anticipation, exhaled, and speared Sandra's labia
with one pin on each side. She stopped riding Sandra's
belly as she concentrated to fight back the
culmination... it wasn't time yet, she had to fight it
back.
She looked back at Sandra and almost climaxed again as
she saw Sandra's eyes rolling up at the agony. She
turned away, looking up at the ceiling and taking in a
calming breath as she prepared... and then went for the
finale... the clitoris. As Karen pushed a smaller pin
against... ragged breath... wait for it... now, and
finally THROUGH Sandra's prominent clit, she finally
let go and exploded with a furious orgasm – finally it
was Karen's turn to scream along with Sandra, Karen in
unbelievable ecstasy, Sandra in unbelievable agony!
Karen gushed juice all over Sandra's belly, while
Sandra mercifully passed out.
Bloom: Part 4 - Hair Today... Gone Tomorrow
Karen loved the mirrors in her house, and they loved
her back. She had purchased fantastic mirrors from all
over, antiques that were massive, ornate, and
exceptionally expensive. Upstairs and in the basement,
she placed dozens of full-length mirrors. In the
basement, Karen wanted Sandra to be able to watch her
own degradation from every angle. Upstairs she would
spend hours in front of them priming and beautifying
herself in an effort to create the perfect Karen. She
constantly paraded and posed in front of them with her
ever-growing lingerie collection, for which she again
spared no expense, marveling at her exquisite body, and
sometimes masturbating.
This self-indulgence alone would classify her as an
extreme narcissist, even without the fact that she was
keeping someone captive for her own pleasure, but of
course only the truest narcissist would simply not
care. She was a goddess, and her mirrors reflected
that.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Sometimes Karen laughed when she thought of that line,
remembering watching those old Disney movies and being
less interested in the goodie two-shoes heroine than
the much more interesting witch or wicked queen. When
she though of the evil women, she wondered what their
lives really would be like. What if their plans weren't
foiled, how powerful would they have become? How far
would they go if they faced no penalty whatsoever? She
was finally in a position where she could find out, as
she had her own sleeping beauty, her snow white, and
yes, if Karen was truly honest she was jealous of
Sandra's youth and beauty.
Even being the complete narcissist that Karen was and
the fact that she was more striking than she ever had
been, she could see the beginning effects of age
creeping into her appearance... but Sandra had a 23-
year-old's sculpted figure, and she could have been
Aphrodite herself.
Karen had originally thought that she didn't care what
her slave looked like, but she now realized that
picking Sandra had another purpose all along. Sandra's
tits, while not enormous, where perfectly shaped, her
waist was tight, and within Sandra's firm thighs was a
prominent but tight little pussy. Sandra would turn the
head of any straight man she passed if she dressed in
anything but baggy sweats, and make him feel like he
was de-flowering a virgin in bed. Perhaps Karen could
fix that... she could finish the fairy tale her way.
Karen had already adorned her captive with new
piercings, maybe it was time to take things further,
change her Athenian goddess slave into something else –
something not quite so sculpted. As a bold new plan
began to take form in her mind, Karen felt her heart
rate rise and that unbridled arousal bubbling up inside
her (that happened so often these days – it was a
challenge to keep clean panties, luckily she had
hundreds).
The evil witches in those stories really seemed to
enjoy the bad things they were doing – lots of kids
thought that was just exaggeration for the sake of a
story, but Karen knew better – she always wanted to
know what they were feeling that made them laugh so
wickedly (though she had never embraced that side of
herself until recently). She began to giggle as she
leisurely primped and prepared herself for the
pleasures ahead.
A white chiffon baby doll with a lace-trimmed neckline,
matching slippers and ruffle choker was what Karen
decided on this time. The closet in the master bedroom
was too crowded with all her wonderful new outfits and
shoes, forcing Karen to convert one of the spare
bedrooms into a massive walk-in closet, making it look
more like a lingerie shop than a bedroom. Karen even
had mannequins displaying some of her finest, and used
them to try different combinations out. She had
purchased so many outfits so quickly that she didn't
even know what she had, packages of shoes arrived daily
as ordering items on the web became a nightly ritual.
She had figured money made from the interest off the
funds in her bank account was more than she could
spend, plus she had the alimony that arrived every
month. Karen sat down to make herself up... at 35 she
still looked as good as she ever had, and her body had
never been as fit. She worked out daily now and watched
what she ate like never before; as well as forcing
Sandra to worship her, Karen also had to treat her body
like a temple. There would be no piercing or tattoos as
that would be blasphemy. Oils, perfumes, powders and
creams, and Sandra's tongue would be all that was
allowed upon the blessed sanctuary.
It had been several days since Karen had pierced Sandra
with the safety pins, and the wounds were still not
healed enough to take things further. That would have
to wait. Karen unconsciously began to rub herself as
she recalled the activity – Sandra's agonized
pleadings, the look in her eye as she realized what was
going to happen, her helpless body presented for
Karen's twisted pleasures, and, finally, watching
Sandra on the monitor as she awoke to find a dozen more
piercings made by Karen after she had passed out. Karen
had removed some of these pins as rewards for good
behavior, however Sandra's conduct would not affect
what Karen was about to do, this was purely for Karen's
own pleasure. She grabbed a grocery bag, rope and
needle-nose pliers... the fun was about to begin.
Karen had left the basement lights on lately giving
Sandra full view of her miserable predicament. The
handcuffs had gone back on - supplemented by fingerless
gloves, making any attempt to escape impossible. Now
Sandra had safety pins all over her front side making
life extra miserable and painful. She had learned to
not plead as Karen came down the stairs; instead to
kneel with her head bowed awaiting Karen's wishes.
Sandra felt despair when she noticed that Karen looked
especially flush and excited. As she watched Karen put
down the bag and drag a large footstool over, Sandra
felt her stomach drop as she realized that Karen
apparently had "special plans"... she was going to take
it to another level again. Sandra was stunned at the
pure wickedness that Karen seemed to have embraced –
doing vile things to her seemed to take Karen to
heights of pleasure, and Sandra had no choice but to
endure Karen's brutality.
"I want you to lay face down on this footstool Sandra."
Karen commanded, then helped Sandra on so as not to
lose her balance. The pressure on the safety pins
caused Sandra to cry in pain as Karen bound her
securely to the footstool, wrapping the rope so that it
secured Sandra's arms against her back and leaving only
her head and feet free. Karen wanted Sandra's legs
movable, but not to let her gain her footing, so she
tied the legs together at the ankles and knees.
Karen then went and grabbed an inflatable dildo-gag off
the wall and shoved the gag end into Sandra's mouth,
pumping it and filling Sandra's mouth taut so that she
couldn't make any noise. Dragging a plush chair over,
Karen positioned it directly in front of Sandra, moved
the grocery bag over near, and sat down.
The dildo end of the gag was now sticking obscenely out
of Sandra's mouth. Sandra looked down the length of the
obscenity protruding from her mouth, the end
tantalizingly close to Karen's soaked pussy. Karen then
eased the dildo in to her pussy taking the full length
without lubricant... it wasn't needed. Karen's strong
scent filled Sandra's nostrils once again. This now had
the affect of immobilizing Sandra's head, and Karen
stroked Sandra's hair as she spoke: "You have such
thick, full hair Sandra – and I believe I'll have to
have it."
Karen reached in her bag and pulled out the needle-nose
pliers, as Sandra began frantically to try and break
free somehow. This just caused her to move the dildo in
and out of Karen's pussy, which was exactly the effect
Karen was after.
Karen grabbed a clump of hair on the back of Sandra's
head to steady things, and then took the pliers and
locked onto a small section of hair on her forehead,
and pulled. The bit of hair was stubborn but finally
gave into the force of the pliers. Sandra's frantic but
muffled shrieks followed as Karen the dropped the
strand into the bag and went for another.
"I know this hurts Sandra... but if we just shaved it,
your hair would grow back too soon." Karen ripped out
another strand depositing it in the bag. "This will
take a long time, but I am willing to do it right." She
moved her pelvis back and forth meeting Sandra's
"thrusts" as she kicked her bound legs like a mermaid.
Catching a view of this in her mirror, her legs wrapped
around Sandra's head, yanking with the pliers, caused
hot lightning to jolt through Karen while Sandra bucked
what little she could in an effort to "throw" her rider
– careful – make it last – easy – breathe... and she
continued.
Sometimes Karen pulled quickly and sometimes
agonizingly slow - trying to squeeze every ounce of
pain from her actions. Her pussy was dripping juice
down the front of the chair now, and she couldn't hold
back any longer... she grabbed a very large chunk of
hair in the pliers and pulled as she came - the hair
releasing its grip from Sandra's head simultaneously as
Karen exploded onto Sandra's face – she bucked as cum
squirted from her pussy onto Sandra's face. "Oh my God!
Where did THAT come from?" ran through Karen's mind as
she grappled for another clump of hair and thrust
Sandra's head frantically, ripping out some of the
caught hair with each thrust, as she squirted AGAIN!
Sandra's face was wet from her tormentor's juice and
she choked on the gag as she tried to scream - trying
to go another place in her mind; away from this
unbearable agony - but the combination of Karen's pussy
thrusting into her face and fresh new pains as Karen
ripped more hair from her head kept her firmly grounded
in the horrible moment. She finally caught her breath
again as Karen seemed to be slowly recovering from that
orgasm. The agonizing ordeal lasted well beyond Karen's
explosion. A whole hour passed before Karen was down to
the back of Sandra's head.
The paper bag was now stuffed full of Sandra's
disembodied hair, and Karen stroked Sandra's virgin
baldhead with her hand. "So smooth and pretty." Fifteen
minutes later all the hair was gone. Karen lost track
of how many times she had cum, but she knew it was a
record for her. Finally Karen eased the wet dildo out
of her pussy and bent down and kissed the shivering,
sobbing girl's forehead. "It will be better this way."
She whispered.
Karen untied Sandra from the footstool and helped her
now bald slave to the mattress. "Almost done." Karen
said as she straddled Sandra's stomach backwards and
grabbed a pinch of Sandra's pubic hair with the pliers
she was still carrying. Sandra screamed a muffled
scream and thrashed about with newfound energy as Karen
pulled this fresh hair out. This was a much more
physical effort as Karen fought to stay on top of her
and also tear at Sandra's pubic hair... it was also
immensely satisfying! Karen eventually ended up lying
on top of Sandra in an effort to keep her stable enough
to continue her operation.
The pulling of this hair seemed to hurt Sandra more,
and Karen relished in this fact, yelling back to Sandra
to stop moving or she would make it worse. Karen kicked
off her slippers and felt the wet dildo still sticking
out of Sandra's mouth with her feet as she yanked hair
after hair from Sandra's cunt. She took the time to
inspect the safety pins in Sandra's pussy and noticed
they were healing nicely; soon she could begin to have
real fun with these. The removing of Sandra's pussy
hair was far quicker and Karen was almost spent as she
managed to squeeze only two splendid orgasms out of the
operation.
Finally, with her slave bald from head to toe, there
was nothing left to do as Karen unstrapped and deflated
the dildo gag, walked over and dumped it in the sink.
Sandra sat down and wept on her mattress as Karen went
upstairs returning with a dog bowl of beef stew and set
it next to Sandra's water dish. Karen then grabbed the
bag full of hair and left her slave to her thoughts.
Five days later when Karen came down for the daily
feeding, she was dressed in a short kimono robe and
heels. Although Sandra had never seen this outfit
before, this was not what was different... Karen's hair
was now blond, not brown. Had she dyed it? No. Sandra
had been looking at that hair her whole life. She knew
every inch of it... and it was part of her, not Karen.
She had taken great pride in it and Sandra had put more
time into the caring of it than anything else. The
bitch had made a wig from her hair! Sandra lost control
and began screaming obscenities, but as she watched
Karen walk over and grab the cattle prod, she managed
to get herself under control and resumed her kneeling
position.
"That's better." Karen said as she reached up and
pulled off her new wig walking over to where Sandra
knelt and placed it on her baldhead, adjusting it
slightly to look more natural. "When you're good I'll
let you wear it." Karen grabbed the wig back, placed it
on her own head, and adjusted it in the mirror. "I look
just like you!" She then stood closer to Sandra, spread
her legs, grabbed Sandra's baldhead and forced it into
her wet hairy bush. "Lick it."
Bloom: Part 5 - In Sickness as in Health
Karen was a master at adapting. One brief attempt at
marriage had resulted in a mercifully quick end, and
then she met an extremely wealthy landowner who
wouldn't take no for an answer. Karen didn't
particularly like him, however the tradeoff would be
all the money she could ever want. He was a
controlling, arrogant, lying cheat... but she possessed
something that could defeat him: patience. She could
wait years, and she did, buying her time. This was a
job with very early retirement.
She let his affairs go on "unnoticed", while keeping
track of every detail and documenting whatever she
could. When the time came to sever the bonds of
matrimony, Karen produced a virtual scythe - boxes full
of documentation on her husband's illicit affairs and
illegal dealings – letting her lawyer play the Reaper,
watching as he sliced more and more money away for her.
It was not a divorce; it was rape.
Never wanting children, it was her second husband's
persistence and constant demanding that had finally
forced Karen into the fertility clinic. His low sperm
count had ruled out any natural methods, yet the
impotent fuck still pushed – he had to have a child.
She had married him for the money, not a damn family,
and when they had dated he had agreed with her that he
didn't want children, but that was the first of his
many lies.
The clinic had tried several times to do in-vitro
fertilization, but her secret use of a combination of
RU 486 - the morning after pill, and a drug named
Prostaglandin ensured that the pregnancy would never
take. She had often wondered if drugs like these were
available to her mother, would Karen even exist? She
was the only child and felt that her mother thought of
her as a burden, and dad was just not there in any
way... period. Now, by her own hand, she did have a
"child" in a way, her slave was utterly dependent on
her for everything. She had a child and her child was
now very sick. Karen was totally unprepared for this.
The sickness had come on suddenly. Of course Karen
herself had been ill before and she had to care for her
husband at times, but it was rarely anything serious.
Waiting it out with a few medications to help ease the
symptoms had been the standard, with a couple of
exceptions being trips to the hospital. There could be
no hospital visit now, but Sandra clearly needed one.
Karen couldn't even determine what Sandra was suffering
from. The high fever and horrible cough had led her to
believe it was pneumonia, but she wasn't sure as she
didn't think the vomiting was a symptom.
The symptoms persisted and got worse. How could she
treat something if she didn't even know what it was?
She had an old bottle of Tetracycline left over from
something she couldn't even remember (a tooth
problem?), and Karen began giving Sandra large doses.
Sandra was led out of her prison for the first time as
Karen took her upstairs, bathed her, fed her, and cared
for her, as would any real mother.
She would NOT allow her to die, would not allow this
slave to end the dream Karen had created! Karen had
positioned Sandra's cuffs in front of her now and had
placed a leg chain between her ankles; Sandra was too
weak to escape, she was sure, but as an extra
precaution Karen kept the stun gun strapped to her own
wrist at all times. Tightly wrapped in a blanket, Karen
let Sandra share her bed at night, and held her... as
if to let go would let her dream die.
Sometimes Sandra knew exactly where she was, but these
times were fewer and fewer. Most of the time she just
knew something was terribly wrong, but she didn't feel
good, and she thought it must be the sickness. Her hair
fell out, which was alarming! Cancer? She kept being
reminded of this as she tried to wipe her forehead, and
she had cuffs on, weird ... but she didn't really care.
She just wanted to sleep. The nurse was nice... (No she
wasn't!) ... and Sandra couldn't remember where she
knew her from. So pretty.
She tried to eat but it always kept coming back up and
Sandra felt awful she got sick on the nurse... (Here
you go bitch!). She was so sorry, but was thankful the
nurse helped her all the time. Sandra Sometimes had
terrible thoughts about the nurse, and tried to quickly
wipe them away, she must be very sick to think of such
appalling things... (Kill her!! Bash her fucking head
in!!)
She even once tried to reach for the stun gun dangling
from the nurse's wrist, but didn't quite have the
energy, that was a dreadfully rude thing to do anyways.
That was the nurse's and the nurse needed that. Stupid!
Sorry. The best thing she could do right now would be
to try to be more helpful and then maybe just... sleep
a bit.
Sandra felt good to be all wrapped up at night even
though it was quite warm. The woman, (or was it the
nurse?), held her all night long, and sometimes she
would kiss Sandra telling her to get better. The kisses
occasionally were more sensual, and she hated to do
this but Sandra had to turn away as she didn't have the
energy to make out with her, Sandra hoped her
nurse/lover would understand. She really did appreciate
it.
Then finally in the mornings her lover would appear
like an angel over Sandra and help her up to a hot
bath. She would wash her and caress her, and Sandra
always tried to thank the angel. She was so beautiful.
Angels didn't have swords or harps anymore; they had
stun guns, and that was funny. Sandra smiled at the
angel and the angel smiled back.
In Karen's garden the blooms had fallen. The rose bush
had dropped its wondrous black petals and now looked as
all the other deflowered bushes looked everywhere, and
nothing more. Karen knew that somehow her actions were
intrinsically tied to the plant, so what did this mean?
Was she not doing enough for Sandra's recovery? Was she
not doing enough for herself? Karen searched in vain
for the beginnings of future buds but came up empty;
perhaps it had been a wonderful but temporary anomaly.
It might now go back to its dormant state, never to
bloom again.
No! Damned if she would let this bitch die! Karen had
control and Karen had the power. With a new
determination she set about trying to find a solution,
scouring the web for solutions to Sandra's health. She
would treat the symptoms as opposed to trying to
determine the cause. This was the reverse of what she
had done so far, but it couldn't get much worse. Karen
ordered new antibiotics and an IV setup as she decided
that Sandra badly needed fluids and nutrients.
***
A week later Karen had managed to bring Sandra's fever
down to a reasonable level. While still not out of the
woods, she felt that Sandra would recover, as she was
able to hold down more food. This was a tense time for
Karen because she didn't quite know how delirious
Sandra was anymore. It was obvious that, before this
recovery, Sandra was out of it and had no idea of her
own situation – she had even looked at Karen several
times with thankful adoration!
But for right now, if Sandra was recovering her wits
and strength quicker than she was letting on, it could
be dangerous. Nonetheless, Karen still had to nurse her
back to health. Karen ran another chain between
Sandra's leg chain and her handcuffs, so while still
allowing her movement it might prevent any sudden
attempts to strike out if Sandra was stronger than she
appeared. No longer could Karen trust Sandra to sleep
in the same bed as her, so she pulled a second iron bed
into the room and chained Sandra to the frame at night.
The first time this happened it earned Karen an angry
glance from Sandra... she was getting better.
All this was not at all part of Karen's plan, the
center of all this effort was supposed to be Karen, not
Sandra, and while this wasn't something Sandra brought
upon herself, Karen resented her for it nonetheless.
Slowly, as Sandra became better and better, Karen began
to resume her dominance, and finally, fed up and
frustrated, she tied Sandra face down and fully secured
to the bed frame, took off her own cotton panties and
stuffed them in Sandra's mouth. She then grabbed some
nylons and wrapped them around Sandra's head, keeping
the panties in place. Sandra, while not yet 100%, was
aware enough to be alarmed.
Karen pushed two pillows under Sandra's pelvis to raise
up the ass. Karen then lubricated and secured a strap-
on dildo and proceeded to rape her anally. The first
push was the worst as Sandra's virgin rosebud was
quickly stretched beyond a point it had ever been
before, creating an intense pressure that felt
unnatural to her and almost made her sick.
She thought at first she was going to shit all over but
finally realized that it was almost impossible with
that monstrous object pushing up the rectum again and
again. How could anyone enjoy this? Sandra's tight
asshole was no match for Karen's dildo as it was
assaulted by thrust after thrust, compelling Sandra to
scream into the makeshift gag.
Karen thought if Sandra wasn't fully cognizant of her
predicament before this, it certainly was a brutal
awakening back to the reality of her situation.
Thrusting as much in anger as in passion, Karen slapped
her pelvis against Sandra's ass, relishing in both the
sound of the slapping as well as the cries from Sandra.
It had been weeks since Karen came and it was time to
pay her back in spades.
Karen quickened the pace even further as she felt the
familiar rush coming on, now slapping Sandra's ass with
her hands as well as her now drenched groin. She then
grabbed Sandra's hips giving her extra force as Karen
rammed home the strap-on, arriving at the edge... and
then over... furiously pumping... as she collapsed on
top of Sandra's back, laughing and releasing her pent
up juice. Sandra was raggedly sobbing, as she should
be. Karen squeezed her slave tightly knowing that the
Bloom would be back. Her Bloom was a state of mind, and
she controlled it... as she willed it to blossom.
Bloom: Part 6 – Sharing the Love
There were definite benefits to having Sandra upstairs
now; one of them was to put her bidet idea into action.
Karen loved to get up from the toilet and just walk
into the bedroom and make Sandra lick her clean. She
just used the commands "front", and Sandra would have
to clean her pussy, licking the drops of pee still
clinging onto her pubic hairs, or "front and back" for
messier duties. This made going to the toilet far from
mundane; it became instead a thrilling and erotic
event.
At night, as Karen sat in bed reading, she would have
Sandra sucking and licking her feet, making sure that
she got every little crevice between and under the
crooks of the toes clean. This was something Karen
would make Sandra do for hours, until Karen's toes were
wrinkled like prunes.
Sandra's tongue was busy constantly: if she wasn't
using it to service Karen in the increasingly numerous
ways that Karen thought of, she would use it to drink
water from her dog dish. But by far the job most
required for Sandra's tongue was performing
cunnilingus. Several times a day Karen would mount
Sandra's face and wildly ride it, alternating between
making her lick Karen's pussy and reaching her tongue
deep into Karen's rectum. "Deeper!!" Karen would bark
as Sandra frantically tried to stretch her tongue as
far as it would go, trying to stave off some horrendous
punishment that would result in not following the
commands.
It was during one of these times when Sandra was
licking Karen's most secret place that Karen began to
formulate a perfectly devious plan; resulting in more
pleasure for herself, and a delicious torment for
Sandra. The thought drove her wild with delight as she
rolled it over and over in her mind and she smudged up
Sandra's face more than usual as she convulsed in a
powerful orgasm. If Sandra only knew what caused that
extra intensity.
After a few days of research and preparation, Karen was
finally ready. She led Sandra down to the basement and
once at the bottom injected her with a dose of
tranquilizer. This was necessary, as Karen knew Sandra
would never willingly be led back to the stretching
table, no matter what threats Karen vowed. Sandra had
to be un-cuffed to be secured, and that was too risky
of an action to be undertaken without precautions.
Taking her time, Karen placed Sandra on the table and
secured her wrists and ankles, then stretched her out
to a taught – but not painful – position. It was time
to prepare for the operation.
Several hours later Sandra awoke to find herself on the
dreaded rack. Her head was secured this time with two
leather straps allowing for nothing but the slightest
movement, why was this? Already shaking with fear, she
tried to psychologically prepare herself for the
painful moments that lay ahead, but it was no use...
how does someone steel themselves for such pain?
She was sure people could do it, stories of soldiers
resisting horrendous tortures were common, but where
did they go mentally? Did they focus on something else,
or just find a way to shut their minds down? She wished
she knew the answers because she desperately needed
them. Waiting seemed as bad as anything else as she
laid on the hard wooden table staring up at the
ceiling.
It seemed like hours (but was probably just a few
minutes) before Sandra heard the heavy basement door
opening. She saw the witch coming down the stairs out
the corner of her eyes, except it wasn't exactly a
witch, as Karen was dressed in a skimpy artificial
nurse uniform. This brought back vague memories of the
confused thoughts Sandra had while she was at the
height of her sickness last month. However, this had
very ominous implications as Karen also carried a
medical bag and towels.
Sandra let out a low moan as she watched Karen saunter
up to the table, then lightly trace Sandra's body with
her finger as she placed the medical bag near her head.
Karen then got up and straddled Sandra, sitting on her
chest, and quietly spoke:
"I'm afraid this is going to be painful for you Sandra,
but trust me, if you do not cooperate fully, I will
make things far worse. You'll understand, my dear, if
you just use your imagination." Karen began unpacking
her bag and began to remove items that alarmed and
horrified Sandra ... first the gauze bandages... then
the dental gag... then pliers and scalpel!?! Putting on
rubber gloves like a trained professional, Karen
noticed that she was already dripping wet, and began to
grind on Sandra's belly. "Please Karen, please, I'll do
anything you ask." Sandra's voice frailly shook.
Karen thought having Sandra call her mistress or
goddess, or anything of the type was silly. She thought
it was much more erotic to have her call her Karen, it
made it seem as they could be equals or even friends -
a friend that does unspeakable things to the other.
Likewise Karen would never call Sandra 'slave'... it
was so fake. Of course Sandra was her slave! Sandra was
the slave, and Karen was the keeper, no need to attach
formal labels to this. That was for the play actors in
the BDSM scene, the ridiculous people dressed in
leather. This was real life, however the irony that she
was now dressed in a fake nurse uniform was not lost on
Karen.
"I know you will honey, and I do appreciate that. But
this won't alter your looks any; this will actually
give you better abilities. It will be like an upgrade."
Karen then took the dental gag and began securing it to
Sandra's head. This forced Sandra's mouth to stay wide-
open giving Karen complete access to do what she
wished. Sandra began to moan through the discomfort of
the gag stretching her mouth like that, but then her
eyes popped wide open and she began to shriek as she
saw Karen pick up the scalpel and pliers.
She tried thrashing about but the straps on her head
held her rigid, and Karen leaned over very close to her
face and softly, intimately said "Now settle down.
Remember what I said – it can be a lot worse than it
has to be if you don't cooperate." Sandra, trembling
with fear and dread, started to manage her
hyperventilating and to gain control of herself.
"Much better, Sandra. I'm proud of you!" Karen said,
grabbing Sandra's tongue with the pliers and pulling
upwards to the roof of Sandra's mouth. Sandra moaned
strenuously and tensed all over at the pain, tears
running down as Karen began to softly rock back and
forth on Sandra's chest as she brought the scalpel
under Sandra's tongue.
Now stretched and clearly visible was Sandra's
sublingual frenulum – the web-like piece of skin
securing the tongue to the bottom of the mouth. This
bit of skin prevented the tongue from sliding further
out of the mouth, and Karen was going to perform a
tongue frenectomy, enabling Sandra's tongue slide
further out, and in essence to 'lengthen'. A quick
slice was all it took, severing the frenulum and
causing Sandra to scream more in shock than in pain.
"Quiet!!" Karen barked as she carved the bottom portion
of the web, dislodging it completely.
Karen then began packing in gauze bandages to soak up
the blood, muffling Sandra's cries. "All done Sandra,
that wasn't so bad was it?" Letting loose a stream of
juice on Sandra's quivering chest, Karen bent down and
passionately kissed and licked Sandra's face. Karen
licked up the tears as well, savoring the salty results
of her handiwork. If there was a heaven on earth it was
here for Karen, while Sandra wallowed in her private
hell.
The taste of blood was with Sandra for several days, as
Karen had to constantly change the gauze she packed
into Sandra's mouth. Karen had given Sandra glasses of
water with a straw instead of her usual dog dish, as it
was impossible for Sandra to use her tongue in any
normal way while it was healing. While the initial
'surgery' wasn't that painful, the resulting aftermath
had been almost unbearable. Any movement of her tongue
caused sharp pains in Sandra's mouth, and she ended up
simply clenching her jaw tightly shut to prevent any
accidental movement.
The gauze in her mouth helped, but it was terribly
painful when Karen replaced it with a fresh batch.
Karen mercifully loaded some of the later packs with
over-the-counter medication for toothaches causing
Sandra's whole mouth to go numb, and to drool all over
herself.
As Sandra recovered, Karen had to soothe herself by
watching Sandra on her monitors and using her favorite
glass dildo. It was SO invigorating to think of
remolding her victim, permanently making her into
something different than she was. Even if she somehow
escaped, she would always carry an everlasting reminder
of the changes Karen had made to her. The thought of
that, and the sight of Sandra suffering through her
recovery brought Karen to many orgasms. However, once
again, that particular thrill started to fade... Karen
needed to think of some other way to torment her victim
to feel the jarring electricity of arousal she had
become addicted to.
The thing was, she really didn't want to risk doing
anything physical to Sandra right now... but if she
could show Sandra something shocking, wouldn't that be
even better? Karen recalled a news report she saw about
Sandra few days ago, and had a brilliant idea.
***
Six days later Karen was rushing around downstairs,
running cable, setting up a TV and audio. Tonight was
the big night! Sandra had a sinking feeling... anytime
Karen was excited meant depraved things were in store
for her, and judging by the amount of enthusiasm Karen
was displaying, today was bound to be especially
dreadful. Karen placed the TV close to Sandra, but
still out of reach. On the screen was a view of Karen's
living room, specifically her huge oversized couch.
This couch looked more like a bed, and Sandra briefly
pondered how it could even be used as normal couches
were.
As Karen turned the sound up on the external speakers,
Sandra could hear a small radio that was just visible
in the corner of the screen. The sound came through
loud and clear – Karen was testing the volume of the
camera's microphone and it was obvious that she wanted
Sandra to see and hear something... something that
Karen was taking particular enjoyment in presenting.
Karen hummed a far off tune as she placed extra gauze
in Sandra's mouth and secured it with tape, wrapping it
around Sandra's head several times. Sandra was cuffed
behind her back once again, and this prevented any
attempt at removing her gag. "There! I have to run
along now Sandra, you be a good girl and watch the
show!" Karen winked at Sandra and giggled to herself as
she bounded up the stairs. Whatever she had planned was
going to begin shortly.
About five hours had passed before Sandra saw anything
on the TV. At first she just saw shadows and light
changes, and the sound of muffled voices. Someone else
was upstairs with Karen! If she could somehow let that
person know she was down here!
Wait, maybe that person was in league with her? Maybe
she brought someone over to torture Sandra with her.
Impossible... no one was as depraved as Karen... of
that she was certain. The voice was that of a man,
possibly one she had heard before? The shadows moved
into the room, then something blocked the view totally,
a blurry close-up of a striped shirt was all that was
visible for a few minutes. That voice. They were
talking about Sandra... they were talking about her!
How he missed her, but it was how he said the name...
SANDRA...
how she heard it said like that a thousand times
before... how she loved the way he said it... her
love... her fiancé... Tom!" Oh my god Karen has Tom
upstairs!! Oh god! If he could only hear her!!"
Scream!! All that was produced was a weak muffled cry,
which escaped her gag and was immediately sucked up
within the heavily soundproofed walls. Tom moved and
sat down next to Karen on the couch, and Sandra saw his
face for the first time in months and cried. Tom was
crying too... Karen... was there to console him.
Then Tom leaned forward and Sandra saw the bitch fully,
with her fucking HAIR on!! Karen started screaming
hysterically, but all that came out was more pitifully
muted sounds. Sandra felt dread quickly flood out the
anger as she saw Karen offer a quick sly smile to the
camera before going back to the performance of mock
sympathy that was steadily drawing Tom in closer and
closer to her.
Was she going to capture him too? The thought terrified
her... but a part of her would relish the company, to
see his face, to let him know what she had been
through. No, the cunt just wanted to drive her prisoner
insane watching Karen seduce him, and Sandra was
compelled to stare and listen. All the previous pain
was nothing compared to this, nothing physical could
ever equal the anguish of this torment.
Karen moved in closer as her arm was draped around
Tom's shoulder, it had been so easy! She had seen an
interview with him days before as he talked about his
upcoming marriage plans with Sandra, and the
devastation that her disappearance had caused... the
devastation Karen had caused!
She found that he worked at a local art store and went
in to buy supplies after waiting for the existing
customers to leave. Karen wore the wig of Sandra's
hair, along with some perfume she had found in Sandra's
purse. He didn't see her come in as he was in the back,
and Karen purposely stood facing away from where he
was, pretending to look at supplies, so all he could
see was her hair.
Tom's heart stopped as he saw Sandra standing with her
back to him. He quickly dropped the box he was carrying
and rushed over to see her... "Sandra!!" Could it be?!!
But when she turned it wasn't her... it was a stunning,
slightly more mature woman with deep green eyes. This
was a true lady, not a girl. He apologized, he thought
she was someone else, Tom looked badly shaken. The
perfume... Karen could tell he recognized it.
Yes, she was looking for some spray lacquer for some
printouts... what type was the best? Hadn't she seen
him somewhere before? Oh my gosh, the missing girl!
Fiancé... oh god, I'm so sorry! She made Tom cry as she
let him tell her the whole story.
Oh you poor boy... she pulled him close to her breast
as he sobbed... and his demeanor changed ever so
slightly... he was very aware of how close he was to
her breast. The smell of her perfume, it was just like
Sandra's... and her hair, if he didn't know better...
Funny how things weren't quite as sad now. She held him
for a long time, so long that it became awkward, the
moment had passed from being sympathy to now being
sensual, and it was equally as awkward to separate. If
he ever wanted to talk, or needed anything here was her
number.
The phone rang that night. She would take him out to
dinner, she insisted. A few drinks in him and she
poured on her sexuality, so easy, so vulnerable. He was
like a puppet in her hands and she performed like a
master. She had to go meet some friends but maybe he
would like to come to her house... Friday? It is a
little out of the way but she could promise a nice
time.
So here she was, performing her little puppet show for
Sandra. Tom, the fiancé/marionette dancing in Karen's
hands, as she stages her tragic comedy. He was kissing
her now, and she kissed back with a simulated passion
worthy of an award. Karen's elegant red starlet dress
slipped easily off revealing her black lace lingerie,
fishnet stockings and renaissance garter belt. She laid
back on the sofa and tugged him by his belt, unbuckling
it as she pulled him closer. He responded in turn by
stripping off his shirt, as Karen pulled his pants down
displaying the extent of his hardness for the first
time. She then grabbed his cock, kneading it like she
would dough, but stopping short of getting him off too
soon.
Karen pulled her panties off and placed his hand on her
bush, spreading her legs in an invitation to enter. As
he moved in to mount her, Karen instead pushed his head
down hard towards her pussy, and forced his mouth upon
her. At first he resisted, but as she wrapped her legs
around his head she held him firm, and he gave in. She
then turned towards the camera, winked, and licked her
lips.
Karen was incredibly wet, not so much because of Tom
eating her out, but because of the thought of what this
was doing to Sandra. She stared at the camera as she
gasped for breath, the warm flush expanding upwards,
then exploding as she envisioned Sandra's tear-stained
face within the cameras lens.
Karen then eased Tom onto his back, making his member
proudly stick up straight for the benefit of the
audience of one, and she briefly toyed with it, licking
and stroking it with her mouth. She was now sitting
reverse on top of Tom's chest, her front to the camera,
never taking her eyes off the virtual Sandra. Tom
moaned as Karen positioned her hairy pussy just on the
tip of Tom's cock and held it there for a moment.
She then rubbed back and forth on the very tip of his
cock, listening to his now frustrated breaths... the
friction plus the anticipation was driving him wild.
"Tom, you want to fuck me, not Sandra, right?" Karen
asked waiting for the correct answer before proceeding.
"Yes! Yes! I want to fuck you, only you!" Karen
dramatically cocked her head at the camera after
hearing the acceptable reply, and rewarded him by ever
so slowly easing his cock inside her hot wet hole,
little by little sliding the whole length into her. She
mouthed "Feels so good!" for Sandra's benefit, winked
again at the camera, then began slowly pumping up and
down.
"I want you to forget Sandra for now Tom." Karen used
the words artfully and at the correct moment to hold
off his impending ejaculation. She pumped stronger now
and used more force as she slammed her ass down again
and again on his groin. "You have to move on...
(pump...pump)... move on to me Tom." The words were
startling but rang true; he watched her glorious ass
pounding repeatedly and knew if anyone could make him
forget Sandra it was this vixen... he couldn't hold
back any longer... the resulting eruption made him cry
out in pleasure as she sat down hard on his cock,
wiggling her hips side to side in an effort to extract
everything he had.
Karen rolled over onto her back; her head draped upside
down over the edge of the couch still staring at the
camera, and started laughing. "That was wonderful!" She
said while caressing Tom's shoulders with her feet...
but she wasn't speaking to Tom... Karen was speaking to
the devastated creature who lay sobbing at the bottom
of her cellar.
Bloom: Part 7 – Hells Bells
A reward of several new black rose buds awaited Karen
in her garden. She reasoned she must have done
especially well in this last bit of adventures to be
awarded such a prize. Karen could feel it as well, an
overwhelming sense of self-confidence, a stronger
sexuality within her that grew as she pulled Sandra
down deeper and deeper.
Sandra no longer begged and pleaded, as she knew it did
no good – she simply obeyed Karen's commands in
silence. Like a sexual vampire sucking the beauty and
energy from her victim, Karen felt a renewed vitality
which drove her further and further. To what end? She
didn't know, or care... Karen only knew she had to keep
going. As she altered Sandra into something less
desirable, Karen became more sensual, more striking.
She had Sandra's hair, her boyfriend, her freedom, now
it was time to take away her body.
But Tom had become an irritant, while at first it was
exciting fucking him and making Sandra watch, this was
becoming less exciting to Karen. She felt nothing for
him, not even pity. Tom had become more inquisitive and
nosy, and he blamed it on wanting to get closer to
Karen. The foolish boy had no idea on why he was really
there, or how dangerous Karen really was.
How long before he tried the door to the basement? She
would have to kill him if he found out. Karen could be
linked to Tom, and while this torment was delicious, it
was also risky. She had gotten Tom to admit to her, and
the hidden camera, all the things he disliked about
Sandra, and how reluctant he really was to get married.
This was enough. His usefulness was through.
At the end Karen had to fake her orgasm while having
sex with Tom, and waited until she watched a video of
Sandra's reactions to cum. A computer hooked up to the
monitor system captured 'The Best of Sandra' , allowing
Karen to keep highlights of the torments... however the
recording of the first time Sandra saw Tom on the
monitor was the best. Karen masturbated again and again
to that scene, the look of devastation in Sandra's
eyes, the shock... what could be more stimulating?
Karen had put the highlights on a DVD that she would
keep forever, long after Sandra was gone. Sometimes
after torturing Sandra, Karen would review the video
and find out that in her passion she had blocked the
camera's view of Sandra... making necessary a "second
take". This second ordeal would always be much more
brutal than the first, as if punishing Sandra for the
fault.
Karen had prepped herself in a black off-shoulder
camigarter, thong, and fishnet stockings. She also
carried with her a small but very heavy cloth bag and a
bottle of alcohol. The bald skinny slave rushed to kiss
her feet as Karen entered the basement, this was now a
conditional reflex – a learned action that the cattle
prod had taught Sandra. While not requiring certain
codes of behavior such as Master/slave titles, Karen
did find this protocol exciting, along with having
Sandra kneel and bow her head. Karen "allowed" Sandra
to have some extra time kissing her newly manicured
toes.
It still irritated Karen that Sandra wasn't talented
enough to do Karen's nails right, she demanded
perfection, and Sandra was clumsy. Several times Sandra
had tried, and once spilled polish all over Karen's
feet. Karen had made her clean it up then gave Sandra a
whipping that was almost beyond belief. Sandra still
bore the marks from that incident, and Karen decided
she had just better suck up and let a professional do
it. She realized that she was really becoming a bitch
lately.
Sandra's body was laden with bruises and marks, her
hair was gone and dozens of safety pins adorned her,
however this would all heal. Her tongue was cut but
that just gave Sandra more usefulness while licking
Karen... no, this was not enough. Karen needed
permanent changes - drastic changes. She researched all
she could about body modifications, especially extremes
practiced by tribes in Africa. Sandra's body would
become Karen's sculpture, molding through time and
tension into a mockery of the female figure. Karen was
amazed at the limits skin could be stretched to over
time, and she imagined all kinds of possibilities for
Sandra, it just required patience.
"The good news Sandra, is that I'm going to take some
of those safety pins out." Karen spoke as she forced
Sandra to lay on her back. Straddling Sandra, Karen
began removing the safety pins from the nipples, this
made Sandra to grimace in pain as they were still
extremely sensitive. Cotton balls dipped in the alcohol
caused Sandra to yelp as Karen rubbed the stinging
liquid over the piercings. "The bad news is that I'm
replacing them with something that will be much more
uncomfortable."
Karen reached into the bag and pulled out two large
brass rings. The rings had a hinge on them that allowed
them to open, revealing a pointed end that slipped into
the other end when closed, this made the rings much
more ominous. Sandra's eyes widened when she caught
sight of this, and she intuitively began struggling to
throw Karen off her. While Sandra's mind knew she
shouldn't be doing this, but her reflexes would not
stop as she thrashed and whimpered.
"Stop it!" Karen yelled and slugged Sandra hard in the
face. "You know I will make this much worse if you keep
this up bitch!" Sandra was dazed from the punch and
while her mind swam through the pain and tried to
collect it's wits, she felt Karen grab her nipple and
pull hard. The pointed end of the ring met resistance
at first, and Karen had to twist back and forth to work
the end through the tiny hole left by the safety pin.
Blood began to ooze from the nipple as Karen kept
skewering, and Sandra began to cry in pain as the
feelings from the nipple overtook the pain from the
punch.
Finally the full circumference of the metal was through
the hole and allowed Karen to snap the ring closed. She
then worked the ring further through so the hinge side
of the ring was almost up to the nipple. Sandra
screamed as Karen then poured alcohol over the her
handiwork. "That's one!" Karen gleefully chirped as she
rubbed her soaking pussy on Sandra's stomach.
Karen stood up and removed her wet panties, freeing her
bush for more intimate contact. She sat back down and
bunched up the panties in a ball and stuffed them in
Sandra's mouth. "I can't have you yelling like a
banshee while I'm trying to work here." Karen began
working on the other nipple, duplicating her efforts
like it was some task she had done a thousand times,
however this time she exploded when she poured on the
alcohol, drenching Sandra's stomach with her juice as
they both screamed in unison.
Gauze bandages were taped to Sandra's nipples to soak
up the blood. Karen then turned her attentions to
Sandra's pussy. Reversing her position, Karen placed
her pussy over Sandra's face and laid down on top of
her so that they were in a sixty-nine position. This
put pressure from Karen's stomach onto Sandra's
stinging nipples causing further distress. Karen was
able in this position to get an extreme close-up view
or her work, and produced another larger ring and a
small chain about a foot long.
The ring was of the same type she had used on Sandra's
nipples and Karen opened it up to spear the labia. A
fresh pain hit Sandra as she squirmed underneath her
tormentor, but this just caused more juice to flow out
of Karen's pussy and onto Sandra's face. There was
nothing to do but try to accept the pain and pray it
was over soon, yet Sandra could not help but scream
into the panties crammed into her mouth.
The ring finally was fit through the hole in Sandra's
labia and clamped shut. Karen then attached the chain
to the ring, relishing in the torment this was causing
her slave. This same process was done all over again
for the other labia lip, so now Sandra had two rings
with two chains that dangled from her pussy.
Reaching into the bag, Karen brought out two small but
heavy brass bells. The bells were about three inches
tall and clipped onto the chains, and Sandra could only
hear the ringing as Karen attached them. Sandra was
confused by the sound... what could she be doing now?
"There!" Karen proclaimed with great pride, and she
gave the ring a quick tug listening to the squeal that
produced. There was not nearly as much blood from the
labia rings as the nipples, Karen was able to stop the
flow with a few dabs of cotton, yet she taped gauze
around them anyways knowing that when Sandra stood up
it would stretch the piercings to their limit.
"Ok! Let's see you now. Stand up!" Karen motioned
Sandra to get up like she was motioning a model to
begin her show. Sandra slowly moved her body into an
upright sitting position. "Come on! I don't have all
fucking day!" Karen yelled as Sandra began to stand,
feeling the full weight of the bells pulling on her
pussy as they lifted off the ground. It seemed to
Sandra that the rings were going to either tear through
her lips or rip her labia right out. Then there was the
obscene ringing as the bells swung to and fro, and
Karen laughed and clapped at the sight. One chain was
longer, preventing the bells from hitting each other
but any movement at all caused them to obsessively
ring.
The tears were streaming down Sandra's face as she
watched Karen strut over and pick up a black phallus
with a hose and rubber ball sticking out of it. Karen
then inserted this into Sandra's sore pussy and began
to pump it by squeezing the ball... it was an
inflatable dildo. Sandra felt like she was going to rip
open as Karen pumped the dildo to the limit.
"You will keep this inside you for now on. It would be
difficult and you may be able to pee with this inside,
but I forbid it, if you need to pee you will have to
ring your little bells to get my attention. If I hear
you I will take this out so you can pee, understand?"
Karen waited for a response but all she got was
Sandra's sobbing. SMACK! Karen slapped Sandra hard
across her face. "UNDERSTAND?!" Sandra nodded her head
up and down and her legs were quivering, she could
barely stand because of the pain.
"Oh! One more thing..." Karen reached into her bag
again. This time she pulled out two clips, and attached
them to the rings on Sandra's nipples. On each clip she
placed several magnets, which added painful weight to
her already throbbing mammories. This started more
blood to flow, but was absorbed into the gauze
bandages.
Karen stepped back and took in the full view of her
tortured slave. She stood and eyed Sandra for a full
minute, drinking in the humiliation and pain. Karen
turned and started walking towards the stairway but
stopped. She was eyeing a missing poster of Sandra that
she had placed on the wall a few days ago. The fresh
smiling face on the poster hardly resembled the
quivering waif behind her with the ringing bells.
Sandra collapsed crying out in pain and spitting out
the panties from her mouth.
Karen turned one more time looking back at Sandra.
"Remember to ring your little bells if you need to pee.
Goodnight!" Walking upstairs Karen was already
contemplating the fine video she would get from this
session. Yes, it was going to be a DVD that would get a
lot of use.
Keeping the audio on low, Karen heard the gentle
jingling of the bells all day long, it reminded her of
a faint wind chime. At one point in the day the bells
began ringing in a more persistent manner, Karen rushed
to the monitor to view the spectacle... Sandra was
slightly squatting down and swinging her hips back and
forth, a grimace of pain on her face. This delighted
Karen to no end, and she stood and watched as Sandra
became more frantic and desperate to get Karen's
attention.
Karen knew that Sandra would wait until the very last
moment to try to ring the bells, and who could blame
her... it was humiliating and one never knew what
torments Karen would bring when she came to "help".
Finally Karen had enough laughs at Sandra's expense and
headed down to relieve her. She decided to simply strip
down naked for this instead of putting on another
outfit, after all this was an emergency.
"You have to go pee-pee?" Karen asked mockingly as she
reached for the valve holding the air inside the dildo.
"I'm going to let the air out, but you had better hold
it in until you walk over to the drain, I don't want
all your stinking piss on my floor." Sandra felt like
the piss was literally being pulled out of her as the
dildo was deflated, she tried desperately to run and
make it to the drain but was unable to hold it in.
Squealing like a frightened child, she let loose a
stream as she ran, and noticed that Karen had already
picked up a bull whip and was moving towards her. The
rest of the flow splashed off her bells and went down
the drain.
"Please, Please Karen, I'll clean it all up I promise!"
Sandra pleaded. "I know you will, now get on your knees
and start cleaning!" Karen barked as she raised the
whip. Sandra knew that there wasn't going to be any
rags to clean this with, she was going to be expected
to use her tongue. Gingerly Sandra began to lick up her
pee, but apparently it wasn't fast enough for Karen as
the bull whip stuck Sandra in the ass. Sandra yelped as
she picked up the pace, slurping up the liquid like a
woman dieing of thirst.
As Sandra finished her awful task, Karen walked over
standing above her, and squatted down to place her
dripping pussy just above Sandra's mouth. "You piss on
my floor and I piss in your mouth, that's the way it
works. Open." Karen let loose a heavy stream of pee
into Sandra's mouth causing the girl to gag. "You WILL
swallow all of it!" Karen spat as Sandra tried to keep
up with the flood. It was obvious that Karen had been
holding it in for a long time as the flow seemed
endless to Sandra, she tried to suppress her gag reflex
and not think about what she was actually doing.
Finally the stream subsided and Karen placed her
dripping pussy directly on Sandra's mouth. "You know
what to do now." Karen gently spoke as she felt
Sandra's extra long tongue reach far up into her vagina
– farther than it had ever been before. Her mind swam
with images of all the events of the last day, bringing
her to a fantastic climax and letting loose fluid over
Sandra's face... cum or pee, or a mixture of both, it
was hard for Karen to tell... but it didn't really
matter. All that mattered now was this moment. And the
moment was delicious.
Bloom: Part 8 – The Gift
It was one of those days. Every once in a while Sandra
would get hysterical. She couldn't control it, it would
just come, usually when she awoke during the night. On
occasion the reality and hopelessness of the situation
got the best of her and Sandra couldn't stop crying.
Sometimes this would last most of the day, wearing her
out even more than usual. She looked down at her
nipples that were now stretched hideously from the
weight, hanging down and elongating day by day.
The weight was taking a toll on her breasts as a whole
also – they were getting so stretched and deformed that
they were now looking like deflated balloons. And to
think that before this nightmare had begun, they had
been her pride and joy! They had been shapely and firm
and seldom failed to catch men's eyes. Now look at them
– horridly stretched with those saggy loops that had
once been perky nipples at the end. Could these ever be
repaired? Her labia was stretched too, the lips were
now at least six inches long! How would she ever turn a
man on again... IF she ever got out of this horror?
Sandra didn't have any idea how long the weights and
bells had been on... two months? Six months? She had no
idea of time anymore. Was Karen giving her some kind of
drug or was Sandra just slowly going insane? It was
amazing how your mind could race while you cried.
Sandra began to pretend that Karen's sarcastic
compliments were real, she pretended that Karen did
care for her, and that this was for the best. Sometimes
she could even believe it, and for a while the day
would be tolerable... but then the damn reality would
hit her. Her life before this would show itself in the
mirror, only to be replaced with the reflection of the
ugly thing... the bald, skinny, deformed waif that
cried constantly. Oh, how she hated Karen when she had
the strength to consider her fate honestly.
This twisted and perverted woman was taking SUCH
pleasure in ruining Sandra for life. Karen had become
bigger than life to Sandra – no longer human, but some
demon that could portray itself as an angel when it
wanted. Maybe Karen's goal was to ruin Sandra's body
and spirit, and then would let her go – she would
finally be free! No... again, when Sandra had the
strength to be honest with herself, she knew that this
was a pipe dream. Sometimes hope was the enemy.
Things were much better for Karen. She was changing,
no, transforming Sandra, not only on the outside, but
Karen could tell Sandra's mind was changing too. Sure
it was a bit of the Stockholm Syndrome, but it was also
something else. Sandra was beginning to accept things.
But Karen was always suspicious, never letting her
guard down. Anyways, total compliance wouldn't be any
fun.
Today was a very special day indeed! Karen had baked a
cake for the occasion and put on a black camigarter and
thong with red hearts stitched in. She slipped on her
red pumps and grabbed the cake and a candle, and headed
downstairs. Humming to herself as she placed the cake
on the stretching table, Karen stuck the candle in the
cake and lit it.
"Do you know what day it is Sandra?" Karen asked with
obvious excitement. Sandra didn't know but assumed it
was Karen's birthday or some other special occasion of
Karen's. "Oh come on you silly ninny! Guess!" Karen
mocked. A faint "Birthday" was Sandra's reply as she
stared at the ground. God, it made her sick that Karen
would dress so scantily when she was happy, and she had
begun to get aroused by Karen when dressed like this...
nauseating! "No dummy! It's our anniversary!" Karen
clapped her hands together. "We met one year ago today!
Happy anniversary!"
Sandra tried to show no emotion as she continued to
stare at the ground, but tears began to well up in her
eyes. Oh my god... a whole year. Karen gave Sandra a
big kiss shoving her tongue deep into Sandra's mouth.
She pulled on the loops that Sandra's nipples had
become, forcing Sandra, gasping, closer to her. "We're
going to watch some videos together!" Karen whispered
into Sandra's ear.
Karen un-cuffed Sandra and bent her over the table,
locking her wrists in an uncomfortable position far up
towards the middle. Sandra could hear what sounded like
belt buckles jingling behind her and cringed waiting
for a belt to strike her ass. Still waiting, the
television popped to life in front of her. The image
was a shaky hand-held street shot from inside a
vehicle. It was outside the English building where
Sandra used to go to class... and out the door came
Sandra. Karen's voice on the tape simply said "There
she is."
Sandra felt the oversized strap-on burst into her anus
like a knife. It ripped and tore as Karen forcefully
thrust it again and again into Sandra's quivering ass.
Sandra screamed as the video cut to an interior shot of
herself lying in the basement waking up for the first
time. She continued to watch the video in an effort to
keep her mind off the awful pain that was like fire.
Karen was thrusting faster now, as excitement surged up
within her. She herself was having a hard time standing
as the fury with which she pounded her pelvis into
Sandra was causing her to lose her footing. It was
tough because without direct clitoral stimulation,
using a strap-on required an immense amount of work to
achieve a decent orgasm. She had to pound and pound
that dildo into Sandra's ass with increasing fervor.
Finally, thinking about what had become of that
irritatingly pretty girl in the video, the familiar
flood began to rise... and the pounding... became a
pounding in her heart and ears... she was on auto-pilot
now... and the dam burst releasing the delicious
waters, causing her to moan loudly covering up the
sounds of the sobbing in front of her.
Karen withdrew and un-buckled the now bloody strap-on.
Wobbly legs carried Karen upstairs as she left to pour
herself a celebratory drink and relax. The dreadful
video was still playing as Sandra remained the captive
audience. Although she looked away from the video, she
could not keep out the screams emanating from the
television. That appalling day one year ago continued
to play out its horrors in front of Sandra.
Karen relaxed with a glass of her favorite Burgundy.
She scoured the newspaper for some article about the
disappearance of Sandra, surely there must be something
on the anniversary. Karen kept all the clippings she
could find in a scrapbook... it was another trophy that
brought her pleasure. She was beginning to become angry
at the lack of coverage when she saw it... an
interview. An interview with Sandra's family talking
about the devastation in their lives and the loss and
the unanswered questions.
There was a photograph of the family sitting on a
couch, probably a Christmas photo, Sandra's mother and
father, her brother, Sandra, and... her sister. At
first Karen though the sister was Sandra, but then it
was apparent she was a bit younger. Karen traced the
outline of the sister with her nail, searching the
article for a name.
Sheila.
Beautiful Sheila.
What fun they all could have! The Keller girls and her!
The wheels were spinning furiously, could she take the
chance? Maybe she was pushing her luck. Karen strolled
out to her garden thinking and pondering... and there,
like the Oracle, was her answer. It was willed to be.
The magic bush had exploded with a throng of new black
heads, all stretching towards Karen as if she was the
sun that gave them life.
Karen could almost see them growing at her, in a
strained effort to touch her. She fed them the touch
they needed, crying and caressing them like little
pets. If they could make a sound they would be purring,
Karen was certain. Yes. Sheila would be Karen's gift to
Sandra... an awful/wonderful gift... a gift that kept
on giving. An anniversary present!
It had been several days since the anniversary, and
Karen had begun to act strangely. She was distracted
Sandra was sure, but also excited. This was of grave
concern to Sandra as any deviation in Karen's mood was
likely a bad omen of things to come (this learned from
brutal experience).
If this held true, something major was in the works.
Sandra dared not think too much about it, but she found
it hard to ignore her internal alarms. Then Karen
started disappearing for long stretches of time and
seemed to not be interested in tormenting Sandra.
Sometimes Karen would not even cum when Sandra was
forced to lick her, the distraction too great. Karen
would then simply leave. It was disturbing.
One day Karen didn't show at all. Sandra knew it was a
day, because she was able to keep rudimentary time.
Using sounds she was able to tell what time of day it
was. The water softener ran its cycle at around 7am
Sandra believed. Another noise in the pipes signaled
sometime in the evening... around 9 or 10pm. Sandra
didn't know what the noise was, only that it was like
clockwork. So Karen was gone. What if she was in an
accident? Sandra could be down here for days without
water. However much she hated Karen, Sandra's life
depended on her. Like it or not Karen was Sandra's
caregiver.
Eventually loud thumping noises upstairs woke Sandra
from a dream. What nightmare had Karen brought home
with her? Maybe it was a coffin? Maybe Karen was going
to go all the way with her fantasy and arrive at the
inevitable end... killing Sandra. The basement door
opened and Sandra saw Karen's legs. She was dragging
something down the stairs... it looked like something
in a sleeping bag... it looked like a body.
If it was a body Karen was being awful careful with it,
and why drag a body down here, why not just bury it?
Karen dragged the body over to the other side of the
basement, reached down and attached a chain to the leg.
The person was alive! Sandra's heart was racing. Misery
loves company, but she wouldn't wish this experience on
anyone. Oh god! What if it was Tom? But that wasn't a
man's leg. Karen left without so much as a glance at
Sandra.
Hours passed. Sandra had been staring with awe at the
unconscious form at the other end of the basement. She
watched the almost imperceptible movements of the
breathing... her own heart racing. Who was that poor
soul? Was this her replacement? Maybe the police would
have some leads with another abduction... maybe Karen
slipped up!
It was exciting but depressing at the same time. At
least there would be a change. Sandra could actually
talk to someone! Sandra finally came to the realization
that she was more pleased about this new development
than disturbed. Perhaps Karen would focus her sadistic
tortures on this new victim instead of herself.
Sandra's mind was racing as heard Karen descend the
stairs.
Karen was naked and was smiling at Sandra like the
Cheshire Cat. She walked up to Sandra and began to
stroke her face. Sandra could already smell Karen's
sex, as she was obviously fully aroused. "You've been
keeping secrets." Karen purred. Sandra was now shaking,
she knew the hammer was about to hit. Karen laughed and
began to walk towards the unconscious body. "You didn't
tell me you had such a pretty sister!"
Bloom: Part 9 – Sheila
No! NO!!!! It can't be!
Whatever was left of Sandra's life began to crumble
away. She began to whine like a beaten puppy. She sank
to her knees as Karen bent down on hers and began to
unwrap the girl. "So pretty!" Karen stroked the girls
face. Sandra couldn't see the girl clear but knew... it
was Sheila. Her little sister Sheila. She would be
raped, tortured and broken, becoming another toy for
Karen's pleasure.
"NO!!!!" Sandra screamed. "You filthy bitch!! You piece
of shit, get your fucking hands off my sister!!" She
was sobbing now. "Kill me! Do anything but please don't
do this to her!" Sandra cried louder than she ever had
before, she was becoming hysterical. Karen was drinking
this in as she lowered her cunt onto Sheila's face and
began rubbing. Faster and faster Karen rubbed and then
stopped. She then let out a stream of piss onto the
unconscious girls face and mouth. Karen then smiled at
Sandra. "Just marking my belongings!"
Sheila
There was total confusion and she couldn't breathe. Her
body reacted in reflex, coughing the warm salty liquid
out. Was she drowning? She heard yelling... someone was
arguing. It was not time for her body to wake up yet
though.
More sleep.
An hour passed, Sheila stirred and began to come
around. What had happened? She remembered getting up
this morning, breakfast and the store. Yes she was
shopping. Then that woman. But it was dark now, where
was she? Wait... go back. That woman. She said
something important. She said something about Sandra!
Yes, she said that Sandra was still alive and knew
something about where she was, and the woman was
scared. The woman was taking a risk telling her this,
and they must hurry. What if it was true? Why would she
be lying? Maybe she lived with the man who took Sandra,
and maybe this woman was a victim too? The woman was
trying to help.
No, they couldn't go to the police... they had to
hurry! He would be back soon. The woman spoke in a
quick whisper. Please, she begged, act natural... she
had a black Lexis parked around the corner... get in
the passenger side and wait... they can't be seen
together. She would come out in a couple minutes. Don't
let anyone see you get in the car. Could she believe
this?
Sheila did this, and trusted in the woman. She could
take her if she tried anything, Sheila was an athletic
woman, and besides... she had her gun. It was a Raven
25, a very small and light pocket gun. She had carried
it since she purchased it two months after Sandra's
disappearance. The same thing was NOT going to happen
to her. She could not legally carry it, but that hadn't
stopped her, she made a false bottom in her purse that
would prevent the gun from being spotted in any quick
search. So Sheila got in the passenger side of the
Lexis and waited.
Could Sandra really be alive? Sheila had known she was,
Elizabeth Smart had proven that you never give up hope.
Maybe the woman was just crazy, or perhaps this was
some sick joke. Sheila saw the woman exit the store in
the side mirror. The woman was attractive and was well
dressed... she sure didn't seem crazy. The woman got in
and quickly pulled the car out. "Did anyone see you?"
the woman nervously asked. "No, I'm certain," replied
Sheila.
"Lay your seat down, I don't want him to see anyone
else in the car," the woman spoke as she dug for
something in her purse. Sheila looked and found the
lever and laid the seat down. "Now what is this about?
What do you know about my sister?" Sheila was becoming
agitated. The woman reached over towards her. "I'll
show you!" Sheila only heard the zap of the stun gun.
That horrible taste in her mouth... was that piss?? Oh
God! Sheila started spitting in order to rid her mouth
of what was left of the taste. There was urine all over
her clothes.
"Sheila?"
A voice came from the darkness and startled her... but
the voice was gentle and familiar. "Sheila, it's me
Sandra!"
Sheila was too startled at first to answer. "Sheila,
it's Sandra! Can you hear me?" Could it still be some
kind of trick? Sheila whispered... "Sandra? Oh my god!"
The disembodied voice in the darkness began to quiver,
"Sheila, I love you!"
Sheila attempted to rise to her feet but was still too
dizzy to keep her balance. "Sandra, are you ok?
Everyone thought you were dead! I knew you were alive!
I knew you wouldn't leave me!" Sheila's own voice began
to break up, "Please Sandra, are you ok?" There was a
chain around Sheila's ankle. She was a prisoner. But
her sister was alive. The mixture of emotions was
confusing, plus she was still drugged.
"I'm... ok... I'm alive" replied Sandra, "I'm so sorry
you're here." Sheila had a thousand questions for her
sister "Please Tell me what happened." Sandra began to
recite her sordid tale to her sister, skipping some of
the more brutal aspects, no need to frighten her yet.
Besides, she had a thousand questions of her own for
Sheila.
After learning the horrible truth of her sisters
situation, and her own, Sheila began to fill Sandra in
on all the events since her disappearance. The
searching, the agony, the questions, the slowing ebb of
interest. There were no leads, but Sheila had never
given up. She began to live her life as Sandra had. She
became who her big sister was. Sheila went to the same
school, took the same classes, developed the same
friendships. She would keep Sandra's place until her
big sister could return.
It got to the point that her parents confronted her,
but Sheila wouldn't be dismayed... and in a certain way
it was kind of a false comfort to them. Sheila retraced
Sandra's final known steps a thousand times, as if
doing it enough would reach into Sandra's mind. The
doubters were proven wrong. Here was the proof; here
she was locked up in the same basement as Sandra.
In this moment however, even chained in a cellar with
an uncertain fate, Sheila would want to be nowhere
else. She was with her sister again. In this moment,
that was all that mattered. Sheila was beginning to
make out the outline of Sandra as her eyes began to
adjust to the darkness, but how she longed to see her
sister's face again. She felt around and paced the
circumference of her freedom, and she stumbled on
something soft... her purse. Could it be? She dropped
to her knees and went for the prized object hidden in
the false bottom.
Gone.
The lights exploded to life like a million suns. Sheila
cried out in shock and shielded her eyes. The footsteps
of Karen began to descend the stairs, and Sheila peeked
through her hands at the dark figure slinking towards
her, carrying her gun. "Looking for this?" Karen
chuckled.
Karen was dressed in a cat suit, but not any cat
suit... this one was very special. As a little girl,
Karen had admired Julie Newmar as the Catwoman from the
campy Batman TV show. Admired her so much that she
emulated her movements and speech, each Halloween there
was no question what Karen would be wearing. As Karen
matured, she never lost that fascination. She even
purchased an expensive replica of the outfit with the
original material, Lurex. It was black, but as few
people knew, it had blue threads running through it,
and the overall effect was more of a purple color.
The Lurex was able to form-fit much better than cheap
vinyl or even leather. The silly leather outfits of
Michelle Pfeiffer and Holly Berry were mockeries, it
was disgusting to watch them parade around claiming to
be Catwoman. No, the most famous Dom in the world was
and always would be Julie Newmar. Sexy and feminine.
When Karen poured herself into her cat suit, she became
the real Catwoman.
Sheila could hardly tear her eyes from the wicked woman
coming towards her, but diverted her attention to
Sandra. The shock of Sandra's deplorable state took her
breath away, and tears welled up in her eyes. Sandra
looked... well, saggy. She was bald, but had peach fuzz
growing back in. She was kneeling so it was hard to
tell, but it looked like her labia was stretched out on
the ground in front of her and attached to... bells?
Sheila almost became sick at the sight. And she could
hardly call what was attached to Sandra's chest
breasts. Her tits were stretched so much that they
looked like deflated balloons.
Sandra looked back with shame, sorrow, but mostly dread
in her eyes as Sheila took in the appalling sight.
Sandra looked more completely broken than Sheila had
ever imagined a person could. As the two sisters looked
at each other in silence, the third woman in the room
fed off their despair. Karen had been waiting for this
moment... to the point that she was shaky with
anticipation. To see the look in both sisters' eyes, as
they understood the situation and reality crashed in...
Sheila seeing what had become of her sister, and Sandra
knowing the games Karen was capable of with them both.
Karen relished the moment when Sheila saw her sister's
condition and look of dread in her eyes, she realized
what her own fate was going to be! Karen felt that
taking that beauty and sex appeal from Sandra had made
herself sexier – she may have been just imagining it,
but she felt that she was seeing a younger, sexier body
in the mirror these days. Imagine what impact ruining
the even sexier younger sister would have!
Even though she thought she had prepared herself, Karen
was not ready for the electric jolt of the
extraordinary orgasm that ripped through her when she
took in the image of the two sisters, one thoroughly
broken and one coming to grips with her situation,
silently gazing at each other.
Sheila had no idea what was wrong with the woman. "You
can call me Karen. I told you I'd show you your
sister." Karen purred as she placed the gun down and
retrieved the cattle prod from the box along the wall.
"You sick fuck," Sheila replied, "How the hell could
you enjoy doing this? Do you even realize how fucked up
you are?" Karen continued towards the girl, cornering
her at the end of Sheila's chain.
"I'm not fucked up, I'm free. Are you?" Karen spat as
the prod hit Sheila in the chest. The force knocked
Sheila on her back, and she tried to scream but no
sound came out. "Now shut up and take your clothes off.
Do it slowly..."
Karen breathed and hoarsely said, "Strip for me."
Sheila looked over at her sister for direction, but
Sandra was hanging her head, trying not to look. Maybe
all it took was a little titillation to satisfy this
woman and she wouldn't do such terrible things, maybe
her sister was not fulfilling that need. But this was
the woman who must have pissed in her mouth, and she
knew she was dealing with one screwed up bitch.
Sheila started to take off her clothes as slowly as she
felt she could get away with, but another jolt of
maddening pain hit her. "I said strip for me! Make it
good! Karen was rubbing herself through her cat suit as
she watched her new toy reveal herself for the first
time. There were so many things they could all do
together it was hard to focus on one idea. Just the
thought of Sandra watching in despair behind her was
enough to take her to the edge alone... but here Karen
had a fresh, untouched canvas to work with. Another
soul to break. Maybe she could make them compete
against each other... or turn them against themselves.
Karen simply masturbated watching the girl strip and
dreaming of all the possibilities. She had already
cummed in her cat suit only moments before, but this
one seemed just as powerful. When the rush came, it
caused Karen to become dangerously vulnerable, as she
lost control of herself for a few seconds. Luckily,
Sheila only looked at her with disbelief, and Karen
regained control. "Just how much have you missed your
sister?" she asked as she walked up with the
chloroform-soaked cloth.
When Sheila awoke, she was lying on the floor and was
wrapped tightly in cellophane so she could not budge.
However, that was not nearly as unpleasant as the metal
– what was it, a dental tool? – keeping her mouth open
painfully wide. What was worse was that it felt like
each side of the jawbreaker was attached securely to
the floor, so she could not turn her head at all – she
was stuck looking straight up at... oh God!
Sandra was hovering above her suspended, tilted a
little forward so that she could look at her little
sister lying immobile below her. She was suspended by
her knees – forcing her legs excruciatingly wide – and
her elbows, tied together behind her back, suspended
her. Her stretched labia hung down and the bells that
had been attached to the rings Karen had installed were
replaced with Sheila's earrings.
Sheila shrieked at the site of her sister spread
gruesomely above her and the earrings attached to her
labia dangling so much closer to her face. "I see
you're awake! I hope you aren't too uncomfortable,"
Karen said. Sheila tried to move her head to look at
Karen, but was secured much to tight. She tried to ask
"What the hell are you doing?" but all that came out
was gargled nonsense.
Karen appeared to get the gist, nonetheless. "Just
trying to make your reunion as joyous as possible. You
and your sister are going to spend the night together,
just as soon as I get your earrings back on your ears.
Then I can get a good night's sleep knowing I have done
a good deed!" Karen purred.
Both Sandra and Sheila began to scream in futile
protest as Karen lowered Sandra until her pussy lips
were lying across Sheila's tear-streaked face. Karen
hummed sweetly under the clamor as she put Sheila's
earrings, still attached to Sandra's labia, back on
Sheila's ears, stretching her pussy completely over
Sheila's face and wide-open mouth. She paused as
another orgasm rocked her to dizziness. "Good night,
girls." Karen crooned once everything was in place,
"I'm going to get a good, long night's sleep. It's been
such a day! I'm completely exhausted!" She turned off
the light as she went up the stairwell.
Bloom: Part 10 – Steel nerves
Sheila could not believe the horror her life had
suddenly become – a horror that had been her sister's
alone until very recently. Now here she was, joining
her sister at the mercy of a true monster – a woman who
was sick to her bones. Right now, she had her big
sister's gruesomely stretched cunt stretched tight over
her face, and a dental gag stretching her mouth
painfully wide, so anything that came from her sister
would end up on her tongue.
Sheila's stomach rolled with nausea at the situation –
both she and Sandra were helpless, stuck together so
indecently by those earrings! How was she going to make
it 5 minutes like this, let alone all night??? At least
that satanic bitch from hell had left, and the darkness
of the room was merciful, so Sheila just had to endure
and concentrate on keeping her tongue still.
"Oops, silly me!" Karen said as she came back
downstairs and turned on the lights once again. "I'm so
exhausted, I don't know how long I'll sleep, so I don't
want you darlings to get thirsty." Karen was lugging
what looked to be a giant-size, translucent enema bag
with a tube attached. Only Sandra saw this, since
Sheila's face was full of Sandra's pride.
Sandra filled with dread, realizing that she was going
to experience a repeating ordeal of trying her best to
hold her bladder and keep from filling Sheila's mouth
with urine, then losing the battle and having to use
her sister's mouth like a toilet, all the while having
to drink more and more from this enormous bag that
Karen had brought. She knew Karen was going to leave
them in this condition for a very long while.
Sandra began sobbing anew at the knowledge that her
little sister had joined her fate and Karen, whistling,
brought out several pair of dirty panties to pack
Sandra's mouth to keep the tube from the water bag in
place. Sandra had learned not to struggle – she was
broken and simply complied, full of dread, as Karen
positioned her head to tape in the tube and special
packing, and then labored to hang the bag above to
ensure a continuous flow. If Sheila knew what Karen was
setting up, Sandra couldn't tell, but she would learn
soon enough. Tears flowed down Sandra's cheeks as Karen
ascended the stairs again. Karen truly was exhausted.
Several weeks later...
Karen had decided it was time to do something
profoundly cruel, to take things further than ever
before. She found her answer on Ebay. Looking in the
antiques medical section, she had come across a few
gems... but nothing like this. As always she put in an
extremely high bid so there was no question of who
would win, Karen hated losing. Having it shipped was
also very expensive; it was very big and heavy. Her
present would arrive in the next few days.
In the meantime Karen began to prepare a place for the
project to happen. In the basement underneath the study
was room about 12 x 20 ft. It was an open room and
Karen would have preferred there to be a wall and a
doorway to keep it private... she didn't want the
Keller sisters to know what she was up to, it was going
to be a horrific surprise. A trip to the fabric store
provided Karen with the quick solution of a large
curtain blocking the view. It now looked like a stage
show, which suited Karen just fine. A lot of the magic
would be in the presentation.
Every item Karen brought downstairs and into the room
had to be wrapped up to shield it from the prying eyes.
Oh there were dying to know what she was up to, Karen
was certain, but a flash of a smile was all she would
feed them. This would be a show that would haunt their
nightmares.
Finally it arrived. The smaller box Karen took
downstairs immediately. Even this one was surprisingly
heavy. The large box was another thing all together.
How in the hell was she going to get this heavy
monstrosity down the stairs with no help? She could
take it out of the box and cover it, but the shape
would still give it away and it was still too heavy.
Dismantling it was out of the question, the hydraulics
were too complicated... who knew they had hydraulics in
these things back in the late 1800's? Damn. Karen
finally decided that she needed to keep it in the box
and slide it down the stairs using some kind of pulley
system.
At the hardware store she found a good pulley and rope.
Karen then bolted the pulley to the kitchen island just
in front of the basement door, this would allow her to
slowly ease the box down the stairs and hopefully not
rip out the island while doing it. It worked, and Karen
was proud of her ingenuity, she was becoming quite
adept at using tools... soon she would have to learn
how to use another tool.
Sheila watched Sandra's reactions as Karen toiled away
at her new project. Sandra was obviously terrified as
to what was going to happen. Sheila was still under the
false impression that Karen could be reasoned with at
some level, but Sandra had no such delusions... and she
knew the depth of Karen's depravity. Karen was very
obviously excited and the lack of attention she was
giving the sisters was testament to the seriousness of
events to come.
A pumping noise was coming from behind the curtain
followed by the sound of air being let out... what was
going on? Sandra thought of the inflatable dildo, but
this was much more mechanical. These noises stopped and
then a new sound: squeak... squeak... squeak. The
squeaking would speed up and then slow down; Karen was
learning how to operate something.
Karen eventually emerged with pieces of wood from the
crate. "Done!" she informed the two captives. Placing a
chair in the middle of the basement, Karen spoke to the
sisters as she sat down. "I'm afraid that one of you is
going to be in for some serious pain, however, I'm
going to let you ladies pick which one it's going to
be." Karen brushed some of the dust from her jeans as
she spoke. "Be aware that this is going to be quite...
how should I put it... intense, for both of us. It will
leave some permanent damage so choose wisely. I'm going
to go up and take a bath, then the three of us need to
have a little chat." Karen got up and began hauling the
wood scraps up the stairs.
Once upstairs Karen drew her bath water and turned on
the monitor, as she definitely wanted to hear this
discussion. The sisters were already disagreeing as
Karen slipped into the soapy bubbles. Sheila was
arguing that Sandra had gone through enough torture; at
least she could take some of the pain away from her.
Sheila loved her, and was in good shape, and could take
the pain better than her ruined sister. But Sandra
would hear nothing of it.
Sandra knew pain well now. There was still a chance for
Sheila, but what chance did she have? She would already
need a plastic surgeon to fix her up, what was one more
mutilation? Sandra had already resigned herself to the
way she looked, but she didn't think she could bear
watching the same happen to Sheila. Sandra lied and
told her sister that she was able to distance herself
from the pain, it was easy now. In reality Sandra was
never able to divorce herself from Karen's dreadful
torments.
Karen was fingering herself as she listened to the
conversation, and she herself was torn. While it would
be exciting to start with Sheila and rip into fresh
meat, furthering Sandra's bodily damage would be
fantastic. It really came down to this being a physical
torture for one, and emotional torture for the other.
This whole idea was brilliant.
Karen's fingers slipped in and out of her aching pussy,
as she worked herself into the drama that was unfolding
in her monitor. This was all on a whim of hers. She
alone controlled both the sister's lives; it was her
decision ultimately. Whichever one they picked she
could simply over rule it or drag them both in there.
It was like being God, or more accurately, a goddess.
Not wanting to cum, Karen shut off the monitor. She
needed all her energy for the event; besides, this was
all on tape... plenty time to watch it later.
There was no reason to put on an outfit today, Karen
would simply have to remove it, plus she didn't want
any blood to ruin a good set of lingerie. Naked was
best, plus who knew what was going to happen. It was
exciting and Karen's heart was pounding as she
descended the stairs. The sister's conversation was
abruptly ended as they caught sight of Karen. "Well, I
hope you two have decided, as I am raring to get
going!" Karen walked over to the chest and grabbed the
stun gun. "Ok! Who's it going to be?"
As expected both women offered themselves as victims.
Karen sighed. "Now, I'm going to ask that question
again. If I don't hear a clear decision I will drag you
two in there together and you will both regret it! Who
is going to play with me??" Sandra stared hard at
Sheila and offered herself again. This time there was
no counter offer.
"Wonderful!" Karen turned towards Sandra and unbuckled
her leg chain. "Sandra, the doctor will see you now!"
Karen tightly gripped her arm and led Sandra into the
room. Behind the curtain looked nothing like the rest
of the basement, Karen was indeed busy. It looked like
a rundown doctors office; there was medical equipment
and charts all over... but all antiques. In the center
of the room was a strange chair; it was in fact quite
beautiful. A dark polished metal frame supported the
seat and backrest, upholstered in a deep purple colored
fabric.
The headrest was made of leather and the footrest was a
dark mahogany. The large steel base enclosed the
hydraulics, and was so heavy that there was no need to
bolt it to the floor. More ominous embellishments to
the chair were some leather straps on the arms,
headrest and footrest; these were Karen's additions. It
was a dental chair from the late 1800's.
Next to the chair was a strange object that at first
Sandra couldn't identify. It was a tall thin pole with
a cast iron wheel at the bottom, then a foot pedal. On
the wheel was a thin cord that ran up to the top of the
pole. This was obviously the origin of the squeaking
noise that Sheila and Sandra had listened to for hours.
At the top of the pole was another arm that hung down
and ended in a... drill. This was also a turn of the
century piece of dental equipment, a foot-powered
dentist's drill. Sandra's knees started buckling as she
realized what was in store and she whispered, "Please
no! Karen please!"
Karen was amused at Sandra's response and was getting
wet just drinking in her facial reactions. She forced
Sandra into the chair and when Sandra began to
struggle, zapped her with the stun gun and a shot of
tranquilizer. When Sandra came to, she was securely
strapped in and her mouth was forced open with an
antique dental spreader.
Walking out to the opposite side of the curtain, Karen
started to make her presentation to Sheila. "Ladies and
slaves, I'm about to introduce to you tonight's
entertainment!" Karen's nude body was strutting in
front of the curtain as she spoke. "I hope you find
this as thrilling as I do!" She grabbed the curtain and
opened it like a model presenting the surprise in a
game show, "I present... dental torture!" Karen studied
Sheila's mortified reactions and wished she had thought
of pointing a camera at her face.
Sandra was strapped in the dentist chair with a strap-
on dildo around her waist pointing obscenely into the
air. Karen had used a much smaller one than the dildo
she had violated Sandra with, no way she would stretch
her own self out that wide. There were dental charts
and some ominous looking old dental tools hanging on
the walls... it looked like a horror movie. Karen
slowly walked up to Sheila and asked: "What do you
think of my surprise?" Sheila looked with a mixture of
horror and cold hate into Karen's eyes and spat:
"You're sick."
Karen walked closer, "I'll let that pass as I know you
are emotional right now. You need to learn some
control. Now, give my puss a kiss so I can go and
begin." She pushed her cunt up to the slave's mouth and
Sheila almost gagged on the musky smell of Karen's
excitement. "You better do it or I'll rip out all your
sister's teeth!" Karen ordered as Sheila closed her
eyes and gave it a kiss. "There we go, now on with the
show!" Karen spoke as she turned and walked back into
the "office".
Karen put on rubber gloves and donned a nurse's cap for
effect. She then clipped a paper bib around Sandra's
neck, "We don't want this to get too messy do we?"
Karen whispered. She reached over and turned on a video
camera.. Karen then pulled over a tray of dental tools,
some very rusty and old and others looking like
something out of a nightmare. "Are you ready Sandra?
Karen spoke as she began to climb up on the chair,
"Let's have some fun." Whispering into Sandra's ear
Karen confessed: "I'm glad it's you Sandra. You're
still my favorite fuck!"
Karen's legs straddled Sandra and she eased the strap-
on slowly into herself. With a little adjustment, Karen
could reach the foot pedal of the drill and move
herself up and down on the strap-on at the same time.
This was kind of difficult at first to do both tasks at
once, but soon Karen was able to get a rhythm going,
and it became second nature. The familiar squeaking of
the wheel alerted Sandra that her nightmare was about
to begin.
Sheila was feeling sick as she looked at the
unspeakable scene playing out before her: Karen's ass
pumping up and down on Sandra's lap, her leg just able
to touch the foot pedal of the drill, pushing it up and
down with her toes. Sheila was sure there were sick
people out there who would pay money to see this
perverted sight, and this thought made it even worse.
"Let's start with an easy one shall we." Karen spoke
with a clear enthusiasm in her voice. As Karen started
drilling into one of the front teeth, Sandra noticed
that she was planning to drill through her tooth not up
into it, as a normal dentist would in filling a cavity.
So far Sandra could not feel anything and was hoping
that possibly the nerve didn't run that far down, or
perhaps Karen would somehow miss it.
Karen was pumping up and down as the incessant
squeaking of the wheel was now supplemented by a higher
pitched whining of the drill as it worked its way into
the tooth. Suddenly Sandra's world exploded into pain
as the bit bore its way into the nerve. The throbbing
was breathtaking and Sandra cried out in anguish, but
with the swallowed voice of shock, as lightning bolts
of electric pain shot from her tooth into her brain.
"Mmmm... there we go!" Karen purred as she pumped
faster, both with the drill and her pelvis, and pushed
the bit ever deeper. It was amazing how hard teeth
really were, either that or her bit was very dull.
Blood was beginning to run so Karen grabbed a small
hose clamped to the tool tray and squirted it on the
tooth. The freezing water hitting her nerve caused
Sandra to finally find her full voice and scream like
never before. "Now, now... almost through." Karen
calmly spoke through the screams.
Sandra was gagging on the bloody water running down her
throat and Karen became aware of the screaming, the
howling, coming from Sheila behind her, and gave her
pelvis a little extra wiggle. As she broke through the
tooth, Karen lost her footing on the drill and it came
to a sudden stop, seizing in Sandra's tooth. This
caused Sandra to roll her eyes up in pain and Karen
unleashed a furious orgasm on Sandra's lap. Still
pumping with her pelvis, Karen threw her head back in
ecstasy and was the last sight Sandra saw before she
mercifully passed out.
When she came to, Sandra was still in unbearable agony,
but at least she was out of that chair. She was aware
of something sticking out of her mouth. Karen was
standing over her, and bent down to talk. "I've run a
wire through your tooth so it will be very easy for me
to discipline you now if you are bad... see?" Karen
flicked the wire protruding from Sandra's mouth, and it
sent an intense jolt of pain into Sandra's nerve,
making her cry out in agony.
"I expect you to obey with any of my plans for you or
your sister, do you understand?" Karen reached for the
steel nerve again. Sandra frantically nodded her head
in compliance and Karen stopped short. "I'll leave you
gals to undoubtedly talk trash about me as I'm away,
but I'll be back later for some more fun, so save your
energy." Karen got up and walked away, and winked at
Sheila as she ascended the stairs.
Bloom: Part 11 – Blackness
The blackness swirled around her and swept her up in
its empty waves. The black roses with her black hair,
the darkness she kept her slaves in. It was all one.
The further she descended, the darker her soul became,
and the more she embraced it. Her cellar literally was
hell for the sisters, and she descended into hell to
torture them like a demon. She possessed them and
virtually everything about them. The power was
unbelievable. Any whim, any desire.
A person could become addicted to this, Karen laughed
at the thought... she was addicted, as addicted as any
heroin addict. She was compelled to outdo her latest
torment and come up with a larger, more intense fix.
The truth was that Karen's brain was producing
endogenous opioids as she tortured the sisters, and
that was in fact, a natural heroin.
The blackness also swirled around the sisters. The
majority of their day was spent in darkness. Sandra was
used to sleeping for large periods of time, her body
had followed her once brilliant, but now mostly unused
mind and almost went into a type of hibernation. But
now, since her sister had arrived, she had the added
stimulation of conversation.
At first she would talk until her throat was sore, but
now with that terrible wire sticking out of her tooth,
she found that any movement, or speaking, caused great
pain. Why didn't the nerve go dead? What was the point
of having nerves in ones teeth so sensitive?
Sheila was also finding the situation unbearable.
Sandra had hardly spoken since the dental torture, and
Sheila's body had too much energy to just sit in one
place the whole day. She paced, and the grating sound
of the chain dragging was becoming irritating. Back and
fourth... back and forth. She was aware that this was
exactly what caged animals did at the smaller
enclosures at the zoo. She understood them completely.
Sheila did not lack empathy.
Empathy was the one thing that Karen did not possess.
But as unbearable as the blackness was, it was far
better than when the lights were ablaze. The lights
were the fires in hell, illuminating the horrors
inflicted by Her. She knew all. She watched them,
listened to their every move. She seemed to know what
they were thinking. How could she be human? It was hard
to imagine that this woman was once a little girl, who
probably had friends, and went to school. If there were
some key to unlocking the human underneath, Sheila had
to find it. A person couldn't be that completely devoid
of compassion... could they? Especially a woman? Sheila
recalled a story of Erzsebet Bathory, which told
otherwise.
The 16th century countess had tortured and killed
hundreds of women. Although she is credited as bathing
in the blood of the girls, this was never proven. What
was established was that the woman was a true female
sadist, a rare anomaly. The legend was that Erzsebet
believed by bathing in the blood, she would stay young,
like a vampire.
The parallels to Karen's actions were unmistakable, and
Sheila hoped that Karen's madness wouldn't go that far,
but things seemed to be getting worse.
Karen was a pathological sadist, and the disease was
progressing.
And then there was Sandra. Sheila thought she had
noticed an uncomfortable, indecent bond between Karen
and Sandra. Sandra seemed to have begun to accept the
horrors Karen dished out and, even worse, did she seem
to desire them? Sheila was certain this couldn't be the
case, yet there was some undercurrent going on that
made her uneasy. Sure Sandra cried out in pain, but
there was no fight, no hint of resistance. When the
sisters were arguing over who would be tortured, didn't
Sandra's arguments sound a little too desperate, a
little too willing? Could someone become that broken?
Sheila was sure that her mind was just running wild;
maybe she was the one going insane.
Karen, in the meantime, was planning her next exploit.
She was standing in her garden admiring the fantastic
spectacle that used to be a simple rose bush. This was
looking more like something out of a science fiction
novel. The rosebush was climbing, reaching for, and
strangling the other plants. It was enraged there were
other plants there, Karen could tell. The normally
green stems and leaves had turned an angry reddish-
purple. Karen at first thought this was a rose disease
she had seen before, but she had consistently sprayed
and checked for any fungus... no, this seemed
different. She could almost imagine blood coursing
through its stems.
What would happen if she fed it some blood...
A sound startled Sheila. It was coming from the middle
of the darkened basement, and she knew Sandra's chain
couldn't reach that far. At first Sheila jumped back
and cried out thinking it was an animal. Sheila
whispered:
"Sandra? Is that you?" but a quiet "No." was offered
from Sandra's distant location. It must be Karen. Karen
walking around in the dark. Would she leap out at one
of them, pouncing like a leopard in the night? The
sounds were quiet but persistent. Karen was creating
some evil trap or some other nightmare that she didn't
want the sisters to witness. There was silence... and
then a noise at the top of the stairs. Either Karen was
moving with such stealth that she could go up and down
the stairs without making a sound, or there was another
person down here. A loud thumping commenced as
something heavy was being dragged down the stairs.
How could Karen see? Sheila thought she caught a
glimpse of a green light in the direction the sounds
were coming from. Night vision goggles. Like the ones
the killer wore in Silence of the Lambs. This was a
frightening new development. The worst thing was when
all the sounds stopped. Karen was standing in the dark
watching, studying their reactions. This gave Sheila
the chills... something that Karen was able to decipher
staring at Sheila, watching the frightened girl's wide
eyes darting frantically back and forth.
Karen thrilled at sneaking around right in front of the
sisters, and purposely startled them with sudden noises
several times. She stood watching, then slowly inched
towards Sheila. Karen could tell Sheila knew she was
standing right in front of her, Sheila could sense
Karen's presence. Being naked except for the goggles
allowed Karen to make virtually no sound at all. It was
funny, but without any sound or vision, people knew
when danger was near. Karen stood for as long as her
legs could stand it, then quietly backed off, and
without making a noise, her bare feet ascended the
stairs.
Eventually there were no more sounds as the sisters sat
motionless waiting. Had Karen left? After an hour or so
Sandra finally heard a new noise... it was sobbing.
Sheila was sobbing in the corner as her frayed nerves
had caused her to breakdown in exhaustion.
Karen's work was done, now for the fun part of watching
the reactions when she threw on the lights.
After a wonderful meal Karen went up to her bedroom to
put on her outfit. She put on a black, long sleeve
fishnet bodystocking with an open crotch. Karen usually
didn't like boots as she thought it was sexier to have
most of her legs and feet showing, however there were
exceptions. One was her ferocious thigh high boots with
open lace sides, which she now donned along with long
black satin gloves. She grabbed the final item to
complete her costume and headed for her prey.
Sandra was just starting to fall asleep as the lights
blazed to life. Every time this happened was a shock,
the sudden drastic change from going from pitch-
blackness, to full harsh light was painful on the eyes.
It caused the sisters to both shield their eyes and
quickly try to adjust to the new environment every time
it happened. However this time there was something new
in their environment, and it was terrible.
A small platform about three feet high was sitting
between the sisters, and it had a small stairs attached
allowing someone to step up to it. What looked like a
lever was attached to the back and had a thin cord run
through it. This cord ran off and the other end lay
unattached on the basement floor. The platform by
itself wasn't the ominous thing; it was what was
dangling above it.
Several feet above the platform hanging down from the
ceiling was... a hangman's noose. Both sisters audibly
gasped as they took this in. The platform was obviously
a trapdoor, and the outlines of the breakaway bottom
were apparent now that the purpose was clear. No word
was spoken as the sisters stared at the horrible
apparatus before them. This silence lasted an hour
until Karen decided to make her grand entrance.
As Karen's full getup was in sight, it was confirmation
of the sister's fears for the plan of events to come.
In addition to her earlier apparel, Karen now sported a
latex executioner half mask with a hood. This left only
her eyes and mouth visible, to both sisters' horror,
even mostly masked, Karen's expression could hardly
contain her glee. The noose was looped over a water
pipe and then the other end was tied to the stretching
rack, where Karen untied it and lowered it. "Sheila,
come here." Karen commanded as she held onto the noose.
Sheila was frantically shaking her head no, and was
obviously going to put up a fight. Karen had no choice
but to get the stun gun, and gave her a jolt. As Sheila
lay on the ground twitching Karen quickly slipped the
noose over her head and tightened it so it couldn't
come lose. When Sheila finally regained her self-
control, Karen was pulling on the end of the rope,
dragging her upwards towards the platform. Sheila
fought hard, but to no avail.
To avoid choking, she had no choice but to follow the
force of the noose up the tiny steps and stand on the
trapdoor. Karen then pulled harder on the rope, raising
Sheila up onto her toes, securing the end of the rope
to the rack again leaving no slack. Sheila started to
spin around until she was able to get some semblance of
a grip on the trapdoor with her toes. She was dizzy and
her legs were trembling badly from the fear that Karen
had decided to take events to their logical end, but
she used every bit of strength she had to make them
hold her and keep her balanced – the prospect of
hanging by her neck tapped her adrenalin.
Karen turned to Sandra as Sheila struggled to keep her
balance. "Well! That was certainly a dramatic struggle!
I do hope you understand that you must do exactly as I
say, otherwise it's..." Karen made a cutting gesture
with her finger across her throat. She walked over to a
chair and placed it right in front of the wobbling
Sheila. Karen then walked over to Sandra and unchained
her leg shackle. "Go get up on the chair Sis."
Sandra obeyed the command without hesitation.
There really was no point in protesting anymore, Sandra
had concluded. Karen always did and always would get
exactly what she wanted in the end. To even ask Karen
to change her mind about the smallest thing was a waste
of effort. Besides, Karen reveled in the pleading and
fed off of it. No, the best thing was to simply comply,
get it over with and try to not dwell on the events to
come.
Karen then unlocked Sandra's handcuffs and revealed a
small black bag and pulled out something placing it in
Sandra's hands, it was two dozen, foot long antique
hatpins. Sheila's eyes widened with fear when she saw
the objects in Sandra's hands, she knew they would be
sticking into her body soon enough. While visibly
upset, Sandra displayed far less emotion than her
sister. When Sheila tried to look into Sandra's eyes,
Sandra would not meet her gaze.
"Sandra, you will take those pins and one at a time
push them through your little sister's tits". Karen
grabbed some items from the chest in the corner, picked
up the cord attached to the trapdoor lever, and walked
over and laid it all on the stretching rack. She
squirted some lubricant from a tube onto the head of a
large dildo, and worked it around until the object was
fully covered.
"When you push a pin through, I want it to go through
the whole breast, don't try and cheat... or I'll pull
this cord here, and you won't have a little sister
anymore." Karen started working the dildo into her
pussy as she spoke, and realized that she probably
didn't need the lubrication after all, she was quite
wet already. "You may begin Sandra." Karen said and
sucked in her breath as she inched the dildo into her.
Sheila was protesting and pleading for Karen to stop
this but to no avail. Sandra still refused to meet her
eyes as the first pin was pressed up against the middle
of her right breast. "No!" came a cry, not from Sheila
but from Karen. "I want you to move that farther back
on her tit. I want you to skewer the whole thing! And
it better go through the middle of it!" Karen was now
slowly moving the dildo in and out, and was staring
with delight at the scene that was playing out before
her.
The hatpins were thicker than regular needles, and not
nearly as sharp. The result of this was that Sandra had
to use a startling amount of force to puncture the
breast, this added to the agony of Sheila. Once through
the skin, Sandra slowly pushed the pin through until
she met the resistance of the skin on the other side.
The skin was stretching as the pin tried to find its
way out, and it started to seem to both sisters that it
would just continue to stretch and stretch, never
letting the pin through.
Finally the hatpin popped through and the skin snapped
back to its original position, Sheila screamed for
Karen make it stop, but Karen was in the midst of a
furious orgasm and simply quickened her pace, pumping
with the dildo. Sheila prayed that she would not lose
consciousness and fall off her tiptoes and strangle
herself in the hangman's noose.
Karen's groans were as loud as Sheila's at this point
and Sandra started another pin through Sandra's other
breast. This second pin met the same resistance on
entry and exit and caused the same suffering all over
again. Sheila lost her grip on the platform with her
toes and started to spin around again, but her sister
grabbed and stabilized her... it was time for another
one.
Karen dropped the cord and began fingering her asshole
in addition to pumping the drenched dildo in and out.
"That's a good girl!" Karen breathed in a quick and
quiet voice. Sandra seemed to know right where Karen
wanted the pins to go. What a good slave! Sheila was
now screaming at her sister to please stop it, but
Sandra didn't miss a beat as one pin went in after
another, eleven on one breast and eleven on the other.
As Sandra started the last two pins, Karen cried,
"Stop!" Karen sat up on the edge of the table and
composed herself. "On these last two I want the pin to
go directly in the nipple, and pushed straight into the
tit as far as you can!"
Karen then resumed her masturbation with the sopping
dildo, breathing in short quick breaths in
anticipation. Sandra did as she was instructed and
started impaling the breast centering on the nipple.
Sheila didn't know how much longer she could remain
standing as this seemed to be the worse pain she had
ever felt. Sandra was only able to get about four
inches into the breast before she ran into all the
other pins that had skewered Sheila's breast. Karen
whispered:
"Nice," as she was now able to hear the sucking sound
of her dildo moving in and out while Sheila's cries
stopped. Another orgasm crashed out of Karen, and she
simply stared at the girls as the tide of emotion swept
through her.
Finally as Karen finished, she instructed Sandra to
take the weeping Sheila down off the platform and
shackle her back up to the leg chain. Karen untied the
rope from the rack and watched as Sheila was lead
wobbling off the platform and finally collapsed to the
floor, sobbing. The pins sticking out of Sheila's
breasts made them look like some kind of strange
porcupine.
Karen took her boots and bodystocking off, and called
Sandra over. Sandra hurried to kneel in front of Karen
seated on the rack, began to wave her gorgeous legs and
wiggle her beautiful feet in front Sandra's face.
Sandra knelt in front of her starting automatically to
lick and suck her toes. Karen kept her feet perfectly
manicured, and was in fact quite proud of what she
considered to be perfect feet.
She had seen feet of some of the famous models and
thought that their long, thin toes looked unattractive.
Karen's feet were dainty, and she usually used a deep
red polish and just recently had a diamond embedded
into each large toenail. She had such cute little toes,
just perfect for sucking! And that's exactly what a
good slave like Sandra needed to do to stay on her good
side... and keep Karen horny.
Sandra instinctively opened her mouth and waited for
Karen to feed her a foot to worship. Karen's beautiful
bare feet grazed Sandra's lips teasing her. She then
pushed her left foot forward to Sandra's waiting open
mouth. As Sandra closed her mouth around it to lick and
suck her toes, her wired tooth snagged on Karen's toe
ring and brought on a howl of pain.
"Oh honey!" Karen mocked, "let's take that awful thing
out of your tooth. I know it must be uncomfortable.
Besides you did such a good job with your sister!"
Karen withdrew her foot from Sandra's face; it was then
that Sandra got her first really good look at Karen's
toe ring adorning her middle toe. Sandra recognized the
setting. It was her engagement ring from Tom that Karen
had made into a toe ring. Karen noticed that Sandra was
staring at the ring with a confused look. "Oh, too bad
you didn't have the wedding ring too, for I could have
used it for my other foot!
Karen reached behind her and brought out pliers and
placed her hand against Sandra's forehead for leverage.
As she gripped the wire with the pliers, Sandra cried
out, but quickly stifled the noise. It was hard to tell
if the pain was caused by the movement of the wire, or
the fact that the piers was metal and made some kind of
electrical connection with the nerve, either way the
pain was stunning in its intensity. Sandra felt the
wire pulling from the tooth, but it stopped short as it
was wound around too well.
Karen doubled her efforts as she pulled harder and
harder. Finally Sandra could not hold back her cries as
the agony flooded her every being. The tooth itself
started to give way, but before it could find its way
out, it busted in half. Sandra sat dazed, thrown into
shock by the pain, as Karen reached for the rest of the
tooth. "Oh, I'm sorry about that dear. That must have
truly hurt! Here, I'll pull that out for you." When
Karen had a good grip on what was left of the tooth,
she twisted and yanked with all her strength... and the
tooth finally gave way, freeing Sandra from the prison
of pain.
It still was throbbing, but the nerves were no longer
there... and this pain was bearable. Karen sat herself
closer to Sandra's face. "I feel I deserve a little
reward myself don't you think honey?" Karen spoke as
she inched her pussy closer to Sandra's head. Sandra
was bleeding profusely, but was able to ignore it due
to the shock as she began to lick Karen with her extra
long tongue. She could lose herself in this action and
forget the pain... it was like being home.
Sheila had just gathered her senses enough to look over
to see what was happening as Sandra started licking
Karen's pussy. After what Sandra had just done to her,
there she was dutifully lapping at Karen's cunt with
that disturbingly long tongue like she enjoyed it!
Sheila looked down at her aching mutilated tits, and
then at Sandra, head buried into Karen's crotch and
blood dripping from her chin. Nausea overtook Sheila
and she began dry heaving, the noise lost in Karen's
moans.
Bloom: Part 12 – Hole Lotta Love
The trouble with addiction is that it takes more and
more to satisfy the want. Karen's addiction was no
different. The chance she took in abducting Sheila was
dangerous and thrilling, but that could only satisfy
the hunger, the need, for a while. Karen had to feed
the monster again. The need was growing and twisting;
choking out everything else... it was her rose bush.
Karen knew it would eventually demand a sacrifice.
Her dreams had become demonic, her role as Lucifer
tormenting hundreds of women, startled her awake many
times. But the awakening shock was accompanied by the
realization that her bed was always drenched, and there
was no remorse, no matter how awful the "nightmare"
was. Acceptance was the only path. Besides, if anything
ever went amiss there was always her contingency
plan...
That reminded her, it was time to transfer more money.
Sheila and Sandra spoke less and less. Sheila observed
an uncomfortable change that had happened to Sandra,
almost a jealousy. She was sure her sister was mentally
sick from the games and punishments Karen had inflicted
on her, and she forgave Sandra... but that didn't mean
that she trusted her. What was once an unfathomable
idea had proven true... the look in Sandra's eyes as
Karen descended the stairs every day could not be
dismissed. Sandra longed for Karen. As revolting as
Sheila found this, she also felt pity for her older
sister. It was like a cult. The cult of Karen.
Karen entered the basement wearing a black bikini and
five inch open-toe black pumps. She carried with her a
dog collar and leash, walking up to Sandra. Sandra
immediately fell to her knees and began to lick and
suck Karen's toes. "Good girl." Karen whispered as she
bent down and fastened the dog collar on Sandra's neck.
The leash was attached and Karen then unshackled Sandra
from her chain. "Say goodbye to your sister." Karen
told Sheila as she led her wobbling sibling up the
stairs.
"What are you doing?!!" Sheila yelled in alarm, but
only received a mocking smile from Karen in return.
Sandra seemed oblivious to what was going on and simply
concentrated on staying upright as she wasn't used to
walking any distance. The stairs presented quite a
challenge, and more than once Karen prevented Sandra
from falling backwards by keeping pressure on her
leash.
The door slammed shut and the lights went out as Sheila
sat in the darkness alone. Karen's comment sounded
ominous, but would she really kill her sister? It
seemed that there was a sick bond growing in both
directions between Karen and Sandra, and that in some
perverted way, Karen needed Sandra too. But Sheila
didn't feel a similar dynamic growing between her and
Karen.
No... Karen seemed to genuinely dislike Sheila... she
was just a tool used to further break down Sandra.
Karen seemed sometimes to be just going through the
motions while tormenting Sheila, and it no longer had
any noticeable effect on Sandra. Sheila could feel that
her usefulness was at end... if anyone should be
concerned about their life, it was Sheila. Perhaps
that's what Karen meant.
Karen led the slave out into her garden. Even in
Sandra's shell-shocked state, Karen expected Sandra to
notice the bizarre, monstrous plant erupting from the
earth, but Sandra seemed to be oblivious to it. This
was very strange indeed. How could someone not be aware
of such an astonishing sight? There has been nothing
like this anywhere, Karen was certain. Perhaps Sandra
was just hiding her reactions. What a good slave.
Such a shame.
Karen took off her bikini and laid down on the Chaise
Lounge she had brought out for the event. When she
sunbathed she liked to do it nude. Plus she was certain
she would be playing with herself as she watched. Karen
ordered Sandra to pick up the spade lying next to
Sandra's feet. Sandra was free of bonds and, if she
hadn't been broken so thoroughly by Karen, she would
have the upper hand as now she had a weapon. But there
was about as much chance of that happening as there was
of gold raining down from heaven. Sandra was fully
under Karen's control, like a robot. No will of her
own.
Sandra was instructed to start digging a large hole as
close to the rosebush as possible. The skinny girl
looked pathetic attempting to dig the hole, with the
smallest amounts of earth on each scoop. Karen though
for a while that she would actually have to dig the
hole, but as time wore on it became apparent that
progress was being made.
As she relaxed on the lounge, Karen started to finger
her wet pussy thinking of the plans she had in store.
Sometimes she thought just her ideas would be enough,
but inevitably Karen had to put her ideas to fruition.
"That's it Sandra, your doing fine! The hole must be as
deep as you can make it." Karen was marveling at the
ghost of the woman she initially kidnapped... what a
transformation! No one would ever recognize her! She
almost felt like taking her out in public, maybe even
walking her in front of Sandra's parents. However,
there were limits to the risks Karen was willing to
take. But what a yummy idea! Her mound erupted in fresh
wetness.
Karen had worked herself up into quite a state, and
finally had Sandra put down the shovel and bury her
sweaty face into Karen's (even wetter) pussy. That
delicious long tongue of Sandra's would be sorely
missed. Several studs that Karen had pierced through
Sandra's tongue gave an extra ribbing effect as it slid
deep in and out, and caused Karen to unconsciously buck
her pelvis with Sandra's thrusts. Karen had to rub her
clit for extra stimulation as the tongue, luscious as
it was, didn't provide enough direct stimuli.
She began to climb further and further towards her
climax, and breathing in quick dramatic breaths,
finally exploded with a fury usually reserved for times
after a particularly intense torture session. Perhaps
the proximity to her fantastic rose bush was adding to
her energy, or perhaps it was simply the thought of
events to come. In any case the intensity was an
unexpected delight!
"Ok Sandra, back to digging." Karen spoke as she
collected herself, and got up going inside to pour
herself a drink. By the time she returned Karen noticed
that the hole was up to Sandra's waste, progress was
being made. Karen felt like a slave driver and brought
out a small whip to complete the illusion. The dirt-
caked slave was intently digging and yelped more out of
surprise than pain when the first stroke of the whip
landed. Karen knew this would just prolong the task but
she couldn't help herself. Besides, she wanted Sandra
to be bleeding when she finished the task.
Karen finally tired of the beating and left to lay down
for a bit. She was startled awake by Sandra looming
over her. The dirty slave really did look like a ghost!
Sandra whispered that her hole was done, and Karen led
her back out to the garden. It was a pretty decent job,
and Karen had Sandra kneel down in it. Karen then
became the laborer as she scooped dirt back into the
hole and packed it tightly around Sandra's body.
Eventually only Sandra's head was showing as the dirt
encased the rest of her body like a tight mold. "I'm
sorry Sandra, but I need fertilizer for my plant, and
I'm afraid you're it."
Karen squatted down in front of Sandra's face,
stretched her pussy, and let out a stream of hot piss
in her face. "If I were you Sandra, I would be trying
to drink as much of my gift as possible. From now on
I'm not going to give you anything to eat or drink."
Sandra opened her mouth and tried to drink the piss as
fast as it was splashing into her mouth.
Karen's bladder finally emptied, and she stood up to
leave. "You really are a good slave Sandra. Now I am
going on a little trip with your sister. I hope to see
you when I get back." Karen placed a stone from her
garden into Sandra's mouth, stretching it to the
breaking point as it created an efficient gag.
Sandra began to cry after her mistress had left. Her
cuts were stinging, and she couldn't move a muscle and
Karen claimed she would no longer feed her... but that
wasn't the worst part. The worst thing was that Karen
was going to spend time alone with Sheila, her bitch
sister! Why did that bitch try to find her anyways? She
was always ruining things, now Karen was leaving her to
die and running off with Sheila. It wasn't fair! Sandra
had earned Karen's attention!
Sandra did want to die now.
Bloom: Part 13 – The Most Dangerous Game
Karen had to be careful of Sheila. Sheila was very
different than Sandra, any chance or any opening Karen
left would be instantly exploited by this woman. That's
what made her so fun. She was perfect for Karen's next
game...her final game. The first problem on Karen's
list was simply how to get Sheila up the stairs! With
Sandra one simply walked her up, but with Sheila all
potential problems had to be well thought out. Karen
decided on a couple Valiums to weaken her senses and
then a leash pulling her and a gun for backup. Even
this was a trying task as Sheila was certain that she
was moving closer to her death.
Eventually Karen had the girl in her garage and stabbed
her with her tranquilizer... with slightly less amount
this time on account of the Valiums already in her
system. A large duffle bag went over Sheila's body and
then she was lifted into the van. Karen double-checked
all of Sheila's bonds, because if Sheila was able to
get access to the weapons and tools Karen had in the
van it would be all over. Again and again going through
her checklist, Karen realized this had to be perfect.
Finally satisfied she climbed in the van. Time to head
north.
It was a long drive. Karen had only driven this route
once before, and she needed maps from MapQuest to help
reinforce her memory. She took the property from her
husband simply out of spite. It was one of the hardest
blows she had delivered. In her husband's family for
several generations, Karen demanded that this too was
rightfully hers! And so the land sat, unused, fenced in
with no trespassing signs, and a cabin that had been
reclaimed by the elements. It was the most isolated
spot Karen knew about... a spot that someone could do
anything without interruption.
The silence that had been undisturbed by any human for
several years was finally shattered by a large van
struggling to make its way down the overgrown path.
Karen had brief second thoughts that she should have
brought a four wheel drive, but eventually she made it
to the tiny cabin. She was this far and she didn't want
to go all the way back. The key to the cabin was hardly
necessary as the door was rotted and had the stability
of Styrofoam. No matter. Karen would only be here for a
few hours.
It was time to unload Sheila. Karen unceremoniously
dumped Sheila's duffle bag encased body down from the
back of the van. This elicited a moan deep within the
bag, and struck Karen as funny. A swift kick brought
out another moan. It was almost time.
The smell was the first thing Sheila noticed. It was
the smell of freedom. The smell of the outdoors... but
she was not free. As she came to her senses, she was
cuffed with flex cuffs, and her enemy was sitting right
in front of her smiling. "Welcome back!" Karen mocked
as she placed several objects into a large gutbucket.
Sheila was outside, lying on the leaves, god it was
nice to be out of that horrible dark basement... but
she knew that this could only mean something terrible
was planned.
"We're going to play a little game, hon." Karen spoke
as she mentally checked her supplies. Reaching into the
gutbucket, Karen brought out what looked like a collar,
but it had a small attachment about the size of a nine-
volt battery on it. Was it a shock collar? It didn't
look like one. Karen attached it to Sheila's neck and
reached back into the bucket. She then drew out what
looked like a PDA. Sheila deduced that Karen had placed
some kind of GPS tracking collar on her. She had never
seen one or even heard of one, but it made sense.
Sheila also noticed the rifle on Karen's lap; an
inkling of Karen's "game" was beginning to form.
"I was never much into hunting. But that's probably due
to the fact that I was hunting the wrong prey." Karen
loaded the rifle with shells as she spoke. "You
probably wont like it much either, Sheila. But I have a
feeling that if we hunt together I'm going to really
start enjoying it!" Karen's heart was pounding, and
there was a definite stirring in her pussy. She
indulged the feeling with a quick fingering as she
spoke to Sheila, but Karen didn't carry it all the way
home. She needed to keep her excitement. This was
fantastic!
"I'm going to hunt you Sheila. Like a deer." Karen
stroked herself. "I'll give you a bit of a head start,
so if you're really fast, maybe you can outrun me." It
was too good to pass up; she had to cum just a bit.
Karen unbuttoned her jeans and stuck as many of her
fingers in as she could. She was extremely wet! "I'd
have you lick me Sheila, but I think instead I'll give
you a head start until I cum, so if I were you, I'd get
up and start moving!"
Karen pumped faster as Sheila scrambled to her feet, a
difficult thing to do with her hands handcuffed in back
and her head still groggy. Sheila managed to keep her
footing and began to scramble off into the woods. Karen
watched her prey dash off through the woods as she
began to climax shouting, "I'm cumming!" as loud as she
could.
Karen wanted to relax in the chair for a minute and
collect herself, but she didn't want Sheila to get too
far ahead. This was a game after all; she wasn't really
giving her a chance. Quickly Karen slung her .22
caliber rifle over her shoulder, grabbed her PDA, and
headed off in Sheila's direction. Karen had decided to
use a small caliber .22 so that unless she hit a vital
organ, Sheila would be alive after being brought down.
Perhaps it would take several shots. If she were
captured alive, it would be time to perform the
ultimate sadistic act.
Sheila's mind was racing. Her only real chance was to
remove that collar around her neck. With the collar on,
there was no way to escape. She decided to risk
slamming the back of her neck against a tree with
jagged bark... but all she ended up doing was cutting
her neck. Damn. She had to keep moving.
Running through the woods in bare feet was about as
painful as anything else; she kept stepping on
pinecones and sticks and was sure she cut her feet
several times. But there was no time to think. Just
move.
The PDA was working well. It was easy to track the girl
and for a minute Karen had wished that she had made it
a bit more difficult... but Sheila proved to be
amazingly fast. For all the time Sheila had spent
locked up in the basement, she was in pretty good
shape. It was proving to be a challenge after all, and
it would be worth it in the end.
Sheila came to a hill and heard a "pop" noise coming
from the tree next to her. It was a bullet, as she
heard the report from the gun behind her about a second
later. This gave her extra incentive, and Sheila bolted
over the hill in an astounding speed. There was a small
cliff ahead and she had to decide whether to chance
flinging herself into the ravine, or changing
directions and following parallel along the cliffs
edge.
The decision was made for her as it felt like someone
punched her hard in the neck; she lost her footing, and
tumbled down over the edge...
Karen saw Sheila drop, and hoped it wasn't a fatal shot
yet. She was on top of the hill and was dismayed at
what she saw. A cliff. Where the hell did that come
from? Sheila obviously fell down over it. Check the
GPS. She was still moving. All Karen could do was
follow the edge of the cliff along the direction Sheila
was moving.
"Are you hurt Sheila?" Karen yelled. "I'm afraid when I
capture you that you will be hurting a lot more!" Karen
continued to follow the signal. "If you're alive when I
catch you, do you want to know what I'm going to do?"
There was no response. "I'm going to skin you alive!"
Karen was almost out of breath and was frustrated that
she could not even see the girl. "I'm planning to
design my own leather bikini, and I want it to be of
very special leather... I would love to wear you
around! And perhaps a leather dildo, that way we could
still fuck!"
Sheila must be hugging the inside of the cliff as she
moved as Karen could now see a small stream, and most
of the ravine. "Then I was thinking... " Karen spotted
an area up ahead that she could crawl down and wait for
Sheila. "That I would boil your remains and make soap,
maybe liquid soap, so you could be my bubble bath!
Would you like to be my bubbles?" Karen bolted ahead
after she spoke and quickly slid down the embankment
hiding in a cluster of bushes.
Sheila was still coming towards her, and there was no
other way out. She had to pass by, Karen was sure. But
Sheila wasn't in sight yet and she seemed to be slowing
down as she came nearer. Where was she? By Karen's GPS,
she should be almost on top of her! And then Sheila
passed Karen... .how could that be?
The stream...
The collar...
The collar was floating in the stream! Somehow Sheila
had managed to remove the collar; she must have also
removed the flex cuffs. Karen had to think quickly. She
had to go back. Karen frantically ran up the stream.
She had to go back to the area Sheila went down. When
she had finally run far past the spot she thought
Sheila fell, her heart sank. Oh my god. Sheila might
escape! Panic struck Karen for the first time in years.
She had made a mistake. The van! Karen scrambled back
downstream as fast as her legs could take her until she
reached the spot she could climb out. She bolted for
the van, always keeping an eye out for a potential
ambush from Sheila.
Finally the van was in sight. No Sheila. Added to her
dire situation was the fact that it was beginning to
become dark out. The hunt had taken many more hours
than she had anticipated.
Cut the losses.
Karen had to get out. She was no longer in control of
the situation. She quickly packed up the van and headed
for the road.
The plan had changed.
Bloom: Part 14 – Heaven
Heaven was irritating. Sheila was very disappointed
that there was pain in heaven. The bright lights were
irritating too and all the milling around. The angels
were loud and obnoxious... they were fat and ugly. They
had no wings. Best to go back to sleep, she could deal
with heaven later. This was really a disappointment!
The next thought Sheila had was more coherent. She was
not in heaven. This was a hospital. She was alive. She
remembered falling down the embankment and the pain on
her neck. She reached up and felt a thick wad of
padding there. She must have been shot in the neck. Her
left arm was in a cast and when she tried to move it
she cried out in pain. A nurse in the room was startled
and hurriedly called to alert someone. Quickly many
faces were upon her, asking if she knew who she was, if
she was feeling pain. Yes her neck and arm were sore.
Did she want a drink? Yes. No one was asking the right
questions though.
The doctor explained that she was shot in the neck; it
had missed an artery. The funny thing though was that
it wasn't even the bullet that dislodged the GPS
component... as Sheila tumbled over the cliff, the
tracking portion of the collar snapped off, weakened by
Sheila's efforts to bust it off earlier. It was this
tracking element that was flung into the stream by the
momentum of the fall. Sheila figured it must have been
some sort of divine intervention, because any change in
any of the variables during the fall would have caused
the GPS component to land along with her. It was
perfect.
It turned out that Karen's land wasn't as remote as it
once had been. New developments were going in on the
area. Surveyors looking at the stream had stumbled upon
Sheila unconscious, lying almost fully encased in the
mud.
Suddenly everyone scurried out of the room as if to
make way for the Emperor. The Emperor was actually a
short pudgy man, with a balding head. He introduced
himself as Detective Jack Barlow, and asked if she was
up to talking. Of course she was! He asked if she had
seen Sandra alive. Yes! Did she know who had her?
Karen! Did Karen say anything about where they were
going? He obviously knew about Karen. She told him
everything she knew. Sheila relived the horrible months
she suffered at Karen's hands in detail.
Detective Barlow maintained his professional air,
seemingly undisturbed by the story, and told Sheila
that yes, they found out about Karen. The property
where she was found was owned by her.
Karen Jane Bloom.
Her house was burnt to the ground. Some type of
accelerant was used so the fire was so hot it destroyed
any evidence. The cars registered to her were also
torched. Detective Barlow produced a picture of Karen;
it was from a drivers license. Like all drivers
licenses everywhere, it looked nothing like her. Her
hair was curled and her makeup was different. Detective
Barlow told Sheila that they were having trouble
finding a recent photo of Karen; it seemed that Karen
had gone about collecting any photos of herself. He had
some older wedding photos, but they looked even less
like Karen than the drivers license.
The detective assured Sheila that Karen would be
caught; it was just a matter of time. In fact the
publicity on this case was astounding! Someone was sure
to come in with some information. But Sheila's parents
were here...
It was a heart-wrenching reunion, and Sheila kept
assuring them that she was ok. The interviews followed
as she recovered, it seemed every existing magazine
wanted to talk to her. But progress on the case slowly
ebbed, all the leads had dried up or turned up to be
dead ends.
Eventually Sheila attempted to get on with her life,
but one thing she had to do to sever the past. She had
to visit the site of Karen's house.
She drove there on a sunny Friday. She didn't want to
take anyone along even though they kept insisting. The
area was full of life and there was no hint of the
horrors that had happened there. Sheila pulled into the
driveway that led to nowhere. A pit was all that
remained... soon it would be sold and another house
would arise. The next house was sure to contain none of
the evils that once happened in this spot. While
walking around Sheila came upon the remnants of a
garden, some of the plants were burned from the heat,
but some still flourished.
Walking to the farthest end, Sheila came across a
beautiful rosebush. It was especially lovely in that
the roses were colored a very dark red. No one could
ever mistake them as being black, but nonetheless they
were striking. A spade was near by and Sheila decided
that she would save one life from this horrendous
experience and began to dig up the bush... she would
take it home. There was a pit large enough to hold a
person nearby the bush, as if something had already
been dug up. No matter, the small bush was easily
uprooted and placed in a container lying nearby. Sheila
loaded this into her car and drove away.
There was nothing here of Karen, nothing here of
Sandra, and nothing here of her.
***
Two years had passed and Sheila almost deleted the
message. It looked like spam, but Sheila always looked
at everything. The email said "Sheila, look inside for
used and abused cunts!" Before she could delete it the
first line caught her eye. It was from Karen...
Dear Sheila,
So sorry to have missed you! Sandra and I have been
following your story closely, and we both wish you were
here! I am planning to swing by sometime so I can pick
you up to see your sister, I'll surprise you! Take
care!
With love,
Karen
P.S. I've attached a photo of your dear sister so you
can get an inkling of the fun we've been having.
Attached was a photo, and Sheila almost couldn't bear
to open it. But she knew that she had to. As she stared
at the photo the blood drained from her face.
Sandra at first appeared to be on her elbows and knees,
but that wasn't the case at all... Karen had amputated
Sandra's arms above the elbows and legs above the
knees. Her breasts were so elongated that they actually
dragged on the floor, the same with her pussy lips. The
photo was a bit blurry on Sandra's face, but Sheila
could see the slightest hint of... a... smile.
Sandra was smiling for her sister.
Bloom: Epilogue
It was a modest house, buried deep in the woods. When
it was built it was originally intended to be a cabin,
but as civilization and modern amenities encroached,
the decision was made by one of the previous owners to
upgrade it to a real home. Although it was within
driving distance of grocery stores and other
necessities, it was still very isolated on the
relatively hidden lake it resided. The land was still
cheap and so the original owners snatched up all the
acres they could afford with the foresight of holding
onto and selling land as the price rose. However, it
was premature... it was still too far in the boondocks
for most people, and the land with the house passed
through several hands.
But for the latest buyer it was perfect.
The whole incident with Sheila was a shame, but Karen
had forgiven herself. She had kept her head about her
and simply put her contingency plan into action.
Burning her beautiful house was tough. But she still
had plenty. Canadian Maple Leafs and Krugerrands bought
in small amounts over a large period of time had
provided Karen with a liquid asset that also turned
into a decent investment. They were easy to unload and
were not traceable. It took time to find someone who
could provide her with a new identity, but with enough
money anything was for sale. The new house was
purchased under her new assumed name... Andria, she
always liked that name. It was kind of fun picking out
your new name.
But Sandra still called her Karen, that was, when she
was allowed to speak, for much of the time she "stood"
on all fours with the dildo gag in her mouth, ready to
service Karen at any moment. It was her only purpose in
life... to please her mistress. Sandra had recently
posed for a picture that Karen sent to her sister, and
she was excited by the possibility of Sheila coming to
stay for a while, that's what Karen said anyways. Just
so long as she wouldn't try to take Karen away from her
like she did the last time. Karen was very careful
about sending the message; she didn't like unexpected
guests stopping by, and that was fine by Sandra.
It was terrible that Karen couldn't take the monstrous
rose bush with, but she would plant more; hundreds of
rose bushes. Eventually one would turn black again...
it had to. The things she was doing to Sandra were
wonderful, awful things, and eventually she would be
rewarded. It would just take time. She had all the time
in the world. But right now it was getting dark and it
was time to take her "dog" back inside... she had a
brand new idea!
As the woman brought her strange pet back inside the
house, the sounds of the frogs croaking on the lake
began. Between that and the crickets, one had to listen
extremely hard... and once in a while... a random
muffled cry could be heard coming from the basement.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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