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{ASSM} Bloom {Yamesh} (Ff bd nc sm tort ws)
Author: Yamesh
Title: Bloom
Summary: A woman kidnaps and tortures a

   coed, making her into her sex slave.  Keywords: Ff, bd, nc, sm, tort, ws
Warning: This story contains descriptions of

   torture.  If you are a minor or are easily offended by this type of
content, then please do not read.
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-togently) 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
23year-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 lacetrimmed 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 thrusted
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 uncuffed 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-thecounter 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 fianc� ...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!  Fianc�...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
fianc�/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 handheld 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 tearstreaked
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 pitchblackness, 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 clime 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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