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Bloom
by Yamesh (yamesh@cashette.com)

***

A woman kidnaps and tortures a coed, making her into 
her sex slave. (FF, nc, bd, sm, tor, ws)

***

Bloom: Part 1 – The Abduction 

Karen had been waiting forever. The seed had been 
planted a very long time ago, just flashes of something 
disturbing that would sometimes come to her while 
having sex or in a dream. At first she was troubled and 
tried to figure out why or where these thoughts were 
coming from, but then she began to accept them, and 
finally embraced them. After all they were just 
thoughts. She had always secretly been attracted to 
women yet never really had the guts to act on it, plus 
she was married and the idea of sharing a woman with 
her husband was really unappealing... in fact, he was 
unappealing. 

The divorce had been the turning point, it was nasty 
and she vowed from then on that she would do things for 
herself. She had shocked everyone who had expected this 
shy, pleasant woman to simply accept the settlement and 
back off, and had hired a tough, top rated divorce 
lawyer. 

Her lawyer went for the jugular. She was a wealthy 
woman now, and not dependant on anyone anymore. Alone 
in her house she was able to escape all the 
restrictions imposed upon her, and she cut loose her 
"friends". The few remaining duties she carried over 
with her were the upkeep of the house and tending to 
her garden. She would spend hours every day preening 
and cultivating. Her particular love was for her roses, 
she pampered them as she wished to be pampered. 

It didn't hurt if she just planned out her ideas more 
thoroughly; that was part of the fantasy right? The 
handgun and stun gun she purchased could be easily 
explained as purely defensive items a single woman 
might want to use for protection, that justification 
worked on herself at least. For other items the 
Internet was wonderful... it allowed her to acquire 
things she would be too afraid to do in person. She 
began purchasing quite a lot of bondage toys and 
dungeon equipment, but also purchased something a bit 
more ominous, a liquid tranquilizer. If this was 
fantasy, why did she do that? She had half expected it 
to not be delivered or for it to be fake. 

But it did arrive like every thing else she ordered, a 
little gift from Mexico. Karen did quite a bit a 
research on the drug, and one night tried a sample on 
herself, it worked like a charm. Possessing the 
tranquilizer did make her excited, it was real . 
Holding the bottle made her wonder if it held the key 
to her ultimate pleasure. Then the bottle sat. Waited. 

Something was growing inside of Karen, was it 
apprehension? No. Maybe it was resolution. She was 
becoming more excited as she prepared. She arranged the 
basement where she could keep a slave, erecting sound 
baffling on the walls, not that anyone would ever hear 
as Karen's house was miles from the nearest neighbor. 

A thick chain bolted to the floor, a mattress, heavy-
duty locks and bolts and bars, motion detectors, a 
closed circuit monitoring system with night vision, 
intercoms. This was becoming a full time job. She 
became more thrilled as it all started coming together 
and sometimes couldn't help but to sit down in her 
private dungeon and masturbate. The thought of 
controlling someone else's life totally, to think of 
making them do whatever she wanted made her cum again 
and again. If she had control she would become the real 
Karen, she would bloom. 

She started eyeing particular women that caught her 
fancy, watching their habits and routines from afar. It 
couldn't hurt to just start picking one out, keeping 
notes on times and dates, people they saw, activities. 
Right off the bat several were too unpredictable; they 
had no discernable rhythm to their lives. One however, 
looked very promising. A student of the University of 
Wisconsin, this woman was predictable to a tee. Tall 
and blond, this woman was just her type... hell, they 
were all her "type"... what was she thinking? The 
beauty was just icing. All the woman really needed to 
be was acceptable, she didn't concern herself that much 
with looks, it was all about control. It was all about 
Karen. 

She watched her for weeks. Karen waited outside her 
apartment, watched her on campus and followed her to 
the grocery store. Took photos. A whole surveillance 
setup was constructed in her van, decked it out with 
all the comforts of home, and she constantly moved it 
to not be in one spot too long. Her life began to 
revolve around this woman. It was now officially 
obsession. One day when she made sure she wouldn't be 
seen she took some of the women's mail, leaving enough 
behind as to not arouse suspicion. Sandra, Sandy, Ms. 
Sandra Keller. Karen had her name: 

Ms. Sandra Jane Keller, lesbian sex slave.

It was now time to lay low for a while. Karen still 
couldn't tell if she really intended to go through with 
this or not, so far it was still a fantasy. But she 
would carry on as if it were reality nonetheless 
because it excited her, so it was best to have some 
time between her monitoring of Sandra and the actual 
abduction in case she had been noticed. Karen loaded up 
a syringe with what she calculated would be the proper 
amount of tranquilizer necessary to quickly bring 
Sandra under.

She worked out her move swiftly: 

shocking a mannequin with the stun gun then injecting 
fluid into the leg, or pulling the gun out quickly if 
there was trouble. She also spent the down time 
planning every possible angle, what if Sandra got the 
upper hand, what if she escaped, what if she died? 
Karen had contingencies worked out as well as she could 
but this was still very high risk. She had never taken 
a risk like this in her life. This was a turning point. 

Karen had started smoking again, it was an ugly habit 
to her but she had become quite anxious lately, and 
drinking slowed her down. The thought crossed her mind 
that she might be developing some real mental 
problems... however she quickly ignored this as she was 
never so excited and focused in her life. If she was 
crazy so be it. Plus if things went bad this might give 
her a good defense to fall back on. 

Finally she could wait no longer, it was time to either 
make a move and do this or accept the fact that this 
was only an obsessive fantasy. She knew that Sandra had 
a night class on Thursdays and since she lived very 
close to the school she usually walked home. Karen 
packed up her "kit": gun, stun gun, loaded syringe and 
handcuffs. She then placed fake license plates onto her 
van, this was in case anyone witnessed the abduction it 
could throw police off the trail. She was surprised 
that she wasn't as nervous as she had anticipated, 
probably due to the fact that she could always back out 
at the last minute, however her heart was still 
pounding quite heavily in her chest.

She drove to the school, which was a good ten miles 
away; she concluded it was best to abduct someone a 
decent distance from where you lived. Karen arrived at 
the campus about an hour before she knew Sandra's class 
got out and parked on a side street that allowed her 
view of the exit she always used. As the time ticked 
closer Karen felt pangs of anxiety she never felt 
before, now she was nervous. This was crazy. This was 
thrilling. Finally the first students trickled out. 

Her heart sank as she saw Sandra come out with a man 
and walk to his car. When had she started getting rides 
home? Damn. Then she saw the man hand her a book and 
start talking to her outside his car. She was not going 
to ride with him after all. If this went without a 
hitch he would naturally become the prime suspect. That 
thought made Karen snicker. Soon they were separated 
and Sandra began her walk home. Perhaps her last. 

Karen's heart was ready to leap out of her chest. 
Nonetheless she began to pull up towards Sandra. Then 
the most wonderful thing in the world happened... rain. 
It was meant to be. She had prepared an elaborate tale 
of needing directions to an address close to where 
Sandra lived, even offering her money if she needed as 
she was hopelessly lost, she would give her a ride 
home... but this was all unnecessary. The rain made it 
so simple. 

"Do you need a ride?" 

Sandra quickly assessed the offer... a woman... there 
was nothing to fear. "Oh thanks! I could really use 
it!" She quickly got in and introduced herself. The 
woman's name was Karen and she looked to be in her mid 
to late thirties, attractive with dark brown hair. She 
seemed a bit shy and also kind of nervous. 

The woman must have been smoking up a storm as the air 
was thick with smoke, hopefully the smell wouldn't 
cling to Sandra's clothes, as she didn't want to do 
wash tonight and had no other clean pants to wear 
tomorrow. "I live about five blocks down this street." 
She hardly noticed Karen reaching for something under 
her seat... instead, because of the awkward silence she 
turned her head towards the window and away from Karen. 
She would always remember the jolting pain followed by 
a needle prick. Then nothing. 

Karen was shaking uncontrollably now. She almost 
vomited from her nervousness and realized that she had 
wet herself. She needed to remain focused now more than 
ever. She was almost certain that she hadn't been seen 
and even if she was it would never even register in 
anyone's long term memory. There was no slowing down, 
no swerving... Karen hadn't missed a beat. An exit to 
the freeway had made her one of the hundreds of 
indistinct vehicles traveling to nowhere. 

If she was stopped now her life was over. She didn't 
even dare look at other cars and just focused on the 
road ahead. Karen was a machine. In ten minutes she was 
home yet it was the longest drive of her life. When the 
garage door closed behind her she let out a sigh of 
relief. The motionless body of Sandra still lay in the 
same position that it was when she gave her the 
injection. The final task was to drag her down to the 
basement and chain her up. 

Sandra was heavier than she had anticipated and given 
that Karen was exhausted from the stress, this became a 
monumental effort. She almost sent both of them 
crashing down the stairs but managed to regain her 
balance. Karen placed her in the middle of the floor 
and cut away her clothes with a scissors. She had a 
fantastic body and after Sandra was naked she locked 
her leg to the chain. Karen then handcuffed her hands 
in back of her. She couldn't resist a quick feel as 
Karen had never been this close to another naked female 
before. But now was not the time, as she needed to go 
up and finish things. 

Karen turned off the lights, went upstairs and poured 
herself an exceptionally strong drink. She went out to 
the garage, switched back the license plates and 
retrieved her kit. She then ran herself a bubble bath, 
slipped in with her drink and started to finally let it 
sink in. She had done it. It was real now... and she 
turned on the monitor to verify this. There bathed in 
the green glow of the night vision camera lay Sandra, 
her Sandra. Karen began to finger herself as she 
watched the motionless slave passed out on the dungeon 
floor. 

She could do anything she wanted to now. In total 
control, she felt powerful, she felt like a goddess. 
Rubbing her nipples she imagined the reaction of Sandra 
as she woke up and realized her fate. Karen raised her 
pelvis out of the water by arching her back. Her pussy 
was throbbing as she slid her soapy fingers in and out, 
gently rubbing her bud...this produced a soft sucking 
sound. Karen's breathing now came in short, sharp 
breaths. The anticipation of all the demands she would 
soon have fulfilled by Sandra brought her to the most 
spectacular orgasm, making her cry out loud for what 
seemed like forever. 

She was quite intoxicated by the time she finally went 
to bed, so much so that she didn't even bother to find 
out if her captive had awakened yet. It didn't matter 
much as now both women, for very different reasons, lay 
in a coma like sleep. 

***

The next morning brought a startling revelation. It had 
nothing to do with the dramatic events of the previous 
night or the fact that Karen now owned another human 
being. Purposely avoiding turning on her monitors and 
checking if Sandra was awake, Karen instead went about 
her daily tasks as normal, but her heart pounded 
through it all... the first dramatic confrontation 
between mistress and her slave was near. Then as she 
began to tend her garden she saw it. 

In the center was a rose named Ruby Celebration - a 
deep red rose that sometimes produced very dark petals. 
Despite all the care she had given it, the rose had 
stubbornly refused to bloom. She had decided that if it 
didn't produce by the end of the season she would have 
to dig it up. But now it had come into flower, offering 
its unique gift to Karen... a single jet-black rose. 

Karen had studied roses and knew what she was staring 
at shouldn't exist. Roses sometimes got very dark and 
were called "black", but were in reality a dark red. 
Black Magic and other varieties rarely even got close 
to being black, but this one was genuine. Studying it 
up close she touched its velvet petals to make sure it 
was really there. Not a hint of red anywhere. She had 
read that the black rose signaled a rebirth, if that 
was the case this was the sign of the arrival of the 
real Karen. She smiled and walked back inside with a 
new determination... it was time to meet her slave.

Turning on the monitor, she saw her new slave looking 
about. Sandra was obviously yelling something but 
Karen's excellent soundproofing prevented any noise 
from reaching upstairs. She turned on the intercom to 
listen in... it was the expected cries for help. 
Smiling she turned down the sound a bit and began to 
prepare herself. Karen didn't like leather bondage 
attire, it seemed to her too masculine. That was not 
who she was, she was not butch. She adored lace and 
light feminine things, she liked perfume and makeup and 
long flowing hair. 

That was what was wrong with the female doms in the 
BDSM scene, they had little femininity. Karen wanted to 
remain a woman through and through, no testosterone 
needed, just cunning and conviction and control. Making 
herself up as if she was going on a date, she took her 
time brushing her hair, and started to find immense 
pleasure in listening to Sandra's pleading. There was 
an edgy panic to her cries that began to make Karen 
moist, and she allowed herself to take her time and 
drink it all in. She started to softly rock her naked 
ass back and forth on the chair and caressed her hair 
with the brush, moving very slowly down the length of 
her locks. 

Beginning to touch herself, she stopped just short of 
orgasm and resumed focus on her tasks. The makeup was 
not for Sandra's benefit, it was for Karen's, and she 
wanted to feel beautiful. Deciding to wear her favorite 
black teddy in honor of the occasion, she put it on and 
admired her supple body in the mirror, then slipped on 
her simple but elegant red pumps. Red and black, her 
Black Widow colors. The spider was going down to toy 
with her prey. 


Bloom: Part 2 - A Meeting of the Minds 


When she first woke there was total confusion. Sandra 
tried to move her aching arms and realized she was 
handcuffed. Naked. Fuck. She tried to retrace her steps 
and the last thing she remembered was getting into that 
woman's van. Karen, that was her name. She must have 
been working on behalf of some pervert, probably 
accounts for how nervous she appeared. 

There seemed to be the outline of a mattress and Sandra 
managed to right herself and stand up, blindly 
shuffling over to it. She was dragging a heavy chain 
attached to her leg, whoever had put her here had 
obviously not wanted her to get away. Sitting on the 
mattress she tried to assess the room. Must be a 
basement, as she could make out the stairs, and it was 
either still dark out or the small windows she could 
see close to the ceiling were masked out. It had to be 
a very large house as the footprint for the basement 
was huge. 

The little bit of light she had came from the LED's and 
meters in a rack of electronic equipment, possibly a 
stereo setup for the whole house. One other point of 
light was a red LED up near the ceiling that she 
determined must be a camera. Was he watching? It was 
too dark to see anything so he must not know she was 
awake yet. If she yelled maybe that would just bring 
him down to her, better to think things through first. 
It couldn't be money as she had none and her parents 
were poor, plus she was naked... that said it all. 

No, this was about sex, and someone had no doubt spent 
a lot of time arranging this. Were there others before 
her? Was he a serial killer? Her mind raced. Possibly 
she could convince the woman to help her. Perhaps it 
was the woman? Sandra thought she could make out 
footsteps walking around upstairs but she wasn't sure, 
sounds seemed to be muffled down here. 

Sandra sat for hours before she finally decided to 
start yelling for someone to let her know what was 
going on, or help. She didn't have high hopes for the 
latter. Maybe just do what he says and she could get 
the fuck out of here. Pleading off and on for the next 
three hours, Sandra's voice became more and more urgent 
as panic began to set in. 

A sound at the top of the stairs made Sandra stop in 
mid yell. She wanted answers now she would get them, at 
least she would know. Light from the door opening 
illuminated her surroundings for the first time and 
caused her to gasp, this was no ordinary basement... 
this was a torture chamber! Sandra's new world then 
exploded with light reveling all its horrors. There 
were whips and canes, shackles, clamps, gags, all 
hanging on the walls. 

There was an item in the middle of the basement that 
looked like the centerpiece of this horrible setting. 
It was made of thick wood and looked to be a massive 
modified dining room table. Large eyebolts were at one 
end and was that a winch at the other? Sandra only had 
an instant to take this all in as she turned her 
attention to the person descending the stairs, it was 
the woman Karen and she was dressed in a provocative 
outfit. 

She knew instantly that she was wrong, there was no 
man, Karen was the pervert. Whether that was better or 
worse was hard to tell, but perhaps she could reason 
with her, maybe offer her a little of what she wanted 
then persuade her to let her go. Sandra wasn't totally 
hostile to being with a woman, and this woman was 
beautiful, plus Karen couldn't be that sick... could 
she? Looking at the environment she was in told her 
otherwise. 

Karen had butterflies as she descended the stairs. She 
was in control but her script had run out, every 
movement before this had been meticulously planned down 
to the smallest detail, now she was in uncharted 
waters. She almost looked away as she met Sandra's 
glare but she held fast, she had the power now, and now 
she had to demonstrate that to her slave. The thought 
gave her a genuine smile. "Hello Sandra."

Sandra didn't respond as she sat on the mattress and 
watched Karen walk past her towards the end of the 
room. She observed that Karen didn't so much walk as 
she did strut, was she trying to turn her on? Maybe 
this was some terribly misguided attempt to get in her 
pants? Again, looking around her dashed those hopes; 
this woman was really into this. She watched Karen grab 
a whip off the wall, turn and smile. 

"I only really have one rule." Karen caressed the whip 
as she spoke. "Do exactly what I tell you and things 
will be fine, if not, there will be... trouble." She 
put an emphasis on "trouble" that made it sound 
enjoyable, something she was looking forward to. 

Sandra kept her calm and spoke softly but determined. 
"You don't have to do this. I realize you may have 
misjudged things and I'll forget about what's happened, 
I can even help you find someone who is more into your 
tastes. Let's work this out and we can both walk away 
with no problem at all." 

"There is nothing to work out Sandra." Karen moved 
close and placed one leg on Sandra's mattress. This put 
her pussy close to Sandra's face, and Sandra nervously 
eyed Karen's bush clearly visible through her teddy. 
Karen didn't believe in shaving her pussy like everyone 
seemed to do now, a bald pussy looked silly to her and 
leaving tiny patches of hair wasn't much better. When 
she shoved her pussy in Sandra's mouth she wanted it to 
be her hairy pussy! She inched up her teddy to reveal 
her open bush. Karen was so wet with anticipation she 
could hardly think. "Lick it." 

"Please don't..." Karen had expected this and stepped 
back letting the whip fly as hard as she could. The 
stroke landed on Sandra's shoulder and knocked her 
back. She was startled by the force of the lash and 
cried out in surprise as much as pain. Karen was 
pleased with her blow and sent another two to follow. 

These hit Sandra's side as she tried to curl up in a 
fetal position to escape. Then more... four, five, six. 
The lashes fell all over Sandra's body as she screamed. 
Seven, eight, nine. Karen pranced around Sandra as if 
she was a loin tamer in a circus. Sandra caught a 
glimpse of Karen's eyes in her frantic effort to hide 
from the blows, they had a wide wild look that proved 
Karen was enjoying herself. She lowered the whip. "We 
can keep playing or you can do what I said." 

Karen touched her pussy and found it drenched, so much 
so that she even wondered if she had pissed herself. 
Now she needed relief and the bitch-slut better provide 
it. "Lick it!" she screamed. Sandra slowly moved 
herself closer realizing it was a loosing battle, 
better to get this over with quick and stop the 
punishment. She placed her mouth on the hairy puss and 
was sickened by the wetness and musky smell. Karen's 
hands roughly grabbed the back of her head and smashed 
her face deeper in, causing Sandra's whole face to get 
wet with her captor's vaginal fluid. 

Feeling her slave's tongue part her labia, Karen 
realized this was something she could make happen 
anytime she wanted from now on, and when the tongue hit 
her clit she gasped. The juices were still pouring out 
and Karen rammed Sandra's face again and again into her 
pussy as she exploded in an orgasm that caused her to 
fall backwards. She threw Sandra back as she stumbled 
and began laughing as a release, sitting on the floor, 
laughing and cumming. Life was going to be very, very 
good... for one of them. 

Karen started to compose herself. "Whew! That was 
intense!" She picked herself off the floor and 
straightened her teddy. "I'm sure we will be doing a 
lot more of that in the future!" Walking over to the 
wall she hung the whip back up, walked up the stairs 
and turned off the lights. Darkness again. 

In the blackness Sandra's pain seemed unbearable, made 
worse by the fact that she was heavily perspiring and 
the salty sweat was stinging her wounds. She was 
humiliated and hurt, not consequences from anything she 
did, yet somehow she felt dirty. The woman showed no 
remorse or empathy and Sandra had an even worse feeling 
the more she thought about that. Karen was a true 
sadist, a creature she had never encountered before, at 
least that Sandra was aware of. 

There was not going to be any quick and easy out to 
this circumstance, this woman planned to keep her and 
keep her for a long time. She would have to somehow 
figure a way beyond reasoning to escape her current 
situation. So it was best to try to do what Karen 
wanted until she could develop a plan. Sandra wiped the 
disgusting smudge off her face by rubbing it on the 
mattress, perhaps if it was a man it would be better. 
She needed to urinate and remembered seeing a drain by 
where her chain was bolted to the floor. 

My chain. 

The thought repulsed her. She found the drain with her 
feet and squatted over it relieving herself. 

Karen was truly alive for the first time. She had 
hidden her true nature her whole life, even to herself, 
and now for the first time it had escaped. It was wild 
and it was free! Walking into the bathroom she squatted 
over the bidet she had installed after her husband's 
departure, this was something he would have never 
approved of. Soon however, the bidet would be 
unnecessary. She ran the cool water on her pussy and 
contemplated her next course of action. 

For some reason she was afraid to leave the house. 
Sandra was secure she was certain, but it seemed that 
the dream might all go away if she left. Food and other 
necessities made the trip inevitable though and Karen 
decided a break was warranted. While grocery shopping 
she found something for Sandra: it was a brand of 
instant meals that you just add water, and she bought 
the whole box. At the checkout the cashier laughed and 
asked if she was going on a long camping trip. "No," 
said Karen, "my daughter just loves them."

Karen bought a large bottle of her favorite wine and 
since she had no perishables she decided to treat 
herself to a fine meal at a seafood restaurant. While 
waiting at the bar for her table she was hit upon by a 
decent looking man in a well dressed suit, the old 
Karen would have been flattered and maybe struck up a 
conversation, the new Karen however told the man in no 
certain terms to bug off. She liked the new Karen much 
better.

Returning home she switched on her monitor like she was 
switching on a soap opera, and unpacked her groceries. 
She took the large box of instant food mixes and set 
them by the basement door. It was time to let Sandra be 
for a while she concluded. A day or more alone down in 
the dark would show her where the power was.

Time crawled for Sandra as she sat and waited for 
whatever was next. She was thirsty, sore and 
frightened. She almost whished Karen would come down 
just to give her relief, but she had a feeling that 
when Karen did come, it would be for something worse. 
She screamed her lungs out, cried, held temper tantrums 
and slept. She tried to exercise but found it difficult 
as with her hands cuffed behind her back she kept 
loosing balance, instead she paced. 

***

A day passed...

Karen saw it on the news... a missing college student. 
Her heart skipped a beat and she held her breath 
listening for news on any leads. A pretty picture of 
Sandra filled the screen along with a number to call 
with any information. They were searching her apartment 
complex and several neighbors were interviewed on 
camera, ending with the fact that there were no leads 
and no witnesses to any abduction. This was great news! 

Karen switched the input select over to the basement 
cam and watched Sandra sleeping; she alone knew where 
the missing girl was... and it was time to play with 
her toy. Again she prettied herself up deciding this 
time to sport only her black pumps... this was their 
second date, no need to be modest and wear clothes. 
Karen finished and went back down to her kitchen, she 
picked up the box of Sandra's food and descended to the 
dungeon. 

Sandra was half asleep and barely noticed the door 
open, but as the lights went on she shielded her eyes 
from the pain it caused. She watched Karen descend the 
stairs naked, save for some high heels. "Why are you 
doing this?" Sandra screamed. "Please, please I'll do 
anything you want, I just want to go home!" 

"You can't go home now, they are looking for you. I'm 
afraid it's too late for you to leave me." Karen calmly 
informed Sandra. She set down the box and walked over 
to the sink at the end of the room. "You can't keep me 
here forever, I swear I won't tell anyone!" The words 
sounded stupid to Sandra, of course she would 
eventually tell.

Karen was attaching a garden hose to the sink faucet 
not listening to the pleading. "I don't even know where 
I am! Answer me you fucking bitch!" Sandra knew this 
was a mistake as soon as she said it, and tried to 
minimize the damage. "I'll do what you want, anything." 
She said in a much softer tone. "I know you will." 
Karen pleasantly replied. "But right now you stink and 
I want you to wash up." She picked up a bar of soap she 
grabbed from the sink and threw it to Sandra. Karen 
walked over close to Sandra and let loose a strong 
spray from the hose hitting her in the head with the 
stream. 

The chilling spray took Sandra's breath away and she 
let out a high-pitched yelp like a dog having its tail 
stepped on. Karen laughed at the sound and moved the 
spray to other parts of her body. "Wash!" Sandra obeyed 
the command and took the opportunity to quench her 
thirst. Karen re-aimed the hose at Sandra's mouth long 
enough to allow her to have her fill. "Wash your pussy, 
I don't want that all filthy!" Karen barked. Sandra 
cleaned as quickly as she could in an effort to make 
the water stop. 

Finally Karen decided she was acceptable and put down 
the hose: "I suppose you're hungry." Sandra sheepishly 
nodded yes as Karen kicked the box on the floor closer 
to her. "Pick one." Since Sandra couldn't look through 
the box due to her hands cuffed in back, she just chose 
the first package on top. "The chicken one on top." She 
whispered. It was Chicken a la king and came with its 
own built-in pouch to prepare it in. 

"Mmmm, that looks tasty!" Karen mocked, smiling. 
Squatting down and opening the pouch Karen removed the 
attached spoon and placed it in front of Sandra. "I'm 
afraid I will have to feed you like a baby as you can't 
use your arms, so sit down." Sandra sat down awkwardly, 
momentarily loosing her balance and almost falling. 
"Just add water." Karen pretended to read the 
directions. She stared at Sandra's eyes to watch the 
reaction as she placed the open pouch under her pussy 
and let loose a stream of piss into the package. 

Sandra slowly shook her head back and forth, tears 
welling up, and whispered: "No. Please no."

"Yes, you will." Came Karen's answer. "This is supposed 
to sit for ten minutes before it's ready, I expect at 
that time that you'll eat it, if you don't there will 
be repercussions." Karen got up and walked upstairs as 
Sandra collapsed in sobs.

It was hard for Karen not to finger herself but she 
wanted to savor this and make it last as long as 
possible. Once upstairs she set the timer and tried to 
focus on other things. She walked out into her garden 
realizing this is the first time she had been nude 
outdoors. It didn't matter much as she was isolated out 
here and her garden had a huge fence surrounding it. 
Her black rose bloom was joined by two other buds now, 
as jet-black as the first. She could call the Rose 
Society and would make quite a stir if she didn't have 
her more important business at hand. Perhaps there 
would be a time in the future when she would do that. 
But for now... the timer dinged. She turned and walked 
inside very quickly, almost a run. 

When Karen arrived back downstairs Sandra was still in 
the same position, sobbing. "I hope you are willing to 
eat your dinner now." Karen said sounding like an 
agitated mother. "No. I can't, please..." Came the 
reply between sobs. Expecting this, Karen got up and 
walked to a chest near the sink and opened it, 
retrieving a long item with a prong at the end. Through 
her tears Sandra was familiar with what it was. She 
didn't know where she had seen one before, or how she 
even recognized it, but it filled her with dread... it 
was a cattle prod.

Karen spoke gently "There are several settings on this 
dear, I will start low, but have no doubt you will be 
eating your dinner before we get to the strongest. Now, 
I ask you again, will you eat your dinner?" Sandra 
remained silent looking down at the floor, trembling. 
She clenched her eyes tightly shut and prepared herself 
for the pain. 

Karen jabbed her with the prong but didn't squeeze the 
trigger, laughing at her reaction to what she expected 
would be a shock. "Oh honey, it will be a lot worse 
than that." Karen was as wet as she had been a day 
earlier when she had whipped the daylights out of 
Sandra. She then gave Sandra the real shock she had 
been expecting, by placing the prong on her breast and 
squeezing the trigger. 

A burning electric pain shot into her breast causing 
her to scream and fallback sobbing. Karen smiled, got 
up and stood over her, giving Sandra another shock on 
her other breast to even things out. She gave her three 
more shocks in the stomach and then turned up the 
settings. 

"Nooo, please..." sobbed Sandra as the first shocks on 
the higher setting hit her. The pain was staggering in 
its intensity. This time a jolt hit Karen as well, but 
a very different kind, a bolt of pleasure that she had 
never felt before. A new level of satisfaction had been 
reached, this was her drug and she was an addict. A 
rapid series of shocks that followed, concentrating on 
Sandra's thighs, broke her. "Stop!" She sobbed. 
"Please, I'll do it!" 

"Stick your tongue out Sandra." Karen commanded. "Stick 
your tongue out or I will keep this up all night!" 
Sandra stuck out her quivering tongue and closed her 
eyes as she knew the pain would be unbearable. Karen 
put the settings higher and rested the prong on 
Sandra's tongue using the anticipation as another 
weapon in her assault on her slave. A squeeze of the 
trigger sent Sandra into convulsions and caused Karen 
to actually start dripping her juices onto her. 

Karen sat down on her sobbing slave's chest and grabbed 
the pouch of food she had stupidly refused to eat, 
scooped up a big spoonful and pushed it down Sandra's 
throat. "You will keep this down!" Sandra started 
gagging but knew that she had to keep it down, the 
consequences would no doubt be worse. The taste was 
awful but she focused on just getting through it. After 
the pack was half gone Karen seemed satisfied and 
positioned her dripping pussy right above Sandra's now 
empty mouth. There was no need to tell her what to do 
as Sandra began to lick. Karen lowered her bush and 
floated away into bliss. 


Bloom: Part 3 - "Click" 


It was a little sound, almost nothing... so quiet it 
almost didn't exist, but sounds were just about all 
Sandra had down in the darkness. She had become 
hypersensitive to every noise, her chain being the 
loudest and most disturbing of all. The fact that she 
even heard it over the chain noises was a miracle in 
itself. When she sat down on the mattress there was an 
ever so slight 'click' which shouldn't have been there. 
Likewise, when she dragged the mattress over closer 
there was thin scraping noise. Probably a small pebble 
caught under the mattress. 

Why should she even care? Her tongue was swollen to 
about twice its normal size from the terrible assault 
inflicted upon it by cattle prod a couple hours ago. 
Even with the swelling, she could still taste Karen's 
piss – she wanted desperately to rid her mouth of that 
taste. She wanted to throw up the horrible "dinner" 
Karen had forced down her but she knew there was 
nutrition in it, and who knew when she would be allowed 
to eat again. 

Though there was no way to tell in the dark, she was 
sure she had burns from where the cattle prod hit her. 
So why should she care about some stupid little 
clicking noise? But she did, half out of curiosity and 
half out of boredom she had to find out. Sandra kneeled 
facing away from the mattress and lifted it up on her 
feet; this allowed her to wedge her body under it, the 
difficulty of this seemingly easy maneuver astonishing 
her. She felt around as far as her arms would extend 
out away from her body without causing pain. 

Then the source: a large safety pin partially embedded 
in the underside of the mattress. She didn't know right 
away how this could be important, only that it was. 
Sandra worked another fifteen minutes before she 
emerged from under the mattress with her prize. Oh 
great, she could stab Karen with it. If she was lucky 
she could hit her in the eye, causing blindness or just 
pissing her off more...then Karen could kill her in a 
fit of rage. Or perhaps... she could use it to pick her 
handcuffs. Could that work or was that something that 
can only happen in a movie??? She decided that she 
would spend as long as required, which turned out to be 
the next four hours, finding out the answer.

The sweetest sound that Sandra had ever heard was 
another 'click'. She almost didn't believe it when she 
heard it, but this sound was loud and confident. Her 
left handcuff eased its grip on her wrist and she swung 
her arms freely away from behind her back. This was the 
greatest relief that she could remember, and she spent 
a few minutes just kneading her stiff and very sore 
shoulders. 

Sandra started to pick her other handcuff and found it 
a bit more difficult as she was using her left hand, 
but since she already knew the technique it took much 
less time. Finally, she was free of the dreadful 
handcuffs... now what? Could she pick her leg shackle 
too? Sandra knew that was not going to happen - it was 
a heavy-duty lock that would require a better tool and 
some capable experience. No, she would have to develop 
a plan with what she had accomplished so far. 

She needed a weapon. The basement was mocking her with 
all the weapons hanging from the walls... out of reach. 
The mattress? Yeah, she could hit her with a mattress. 

Stupid. The chain? Possibly, but very risky. It was 
heavy but not lethal. It wasn't until she had to pee 
again that the answer came to her: the drain cover. She 
began to try to pull it up but could manage to only 
turn it. Keep working on it. It was small but she could 
feel that it was heavy. Held behind her back as Karen 
approached, it could be brought out at the last moment 
and WHAM! Sandra would beat that bitch within an inch 
of her life... perhaps further. What then? 

Karen certainly didn't carry the key with her and 
Sandra couldn't let her go get it. No, this would serve 
only to put her in the same predicament as Sandra, she 
would handcuff Karen to the chain. But if she didn't do 
this now she would have to put the handcuffs back on 
and bide her time... something Sandra was unwilling to 
do. Who's to say this bitch wasn't going to kill her 
anyway - no, she certainly couldn't let Sandra go free 
– things had gotten way beyond that threshold. 

Karen was going to have to keep her forever or kill 
her, and Sandra would not let that happen. Let the 
chips fall where they may, someone would eventually 
come looking for Karen, she was certain. In the 
meantime, Sandra chopped at the massive links of her 
chain with the drain cover in a futile attempt to break 
free. 

Sandra wondered what time it was. Her only clue was the 
fact that Karen had called that horrid meal (that, damn 
it, she was still tasting) "dinner", not lunch or 
breakfast. That was many hours ago, so it must be 
nearing morning by Sandra's calculations. Time to be 
very cautious of Karen opening the door; Sandra didn't 
want her to hear the clanging of metal, which was very 
loud even in the heavily baffled basement. 

Sandra felt the links where she was hammering; even 
though she could sometimes see sparks in the darkness, 
the link seemed as smooth as all the others. This was 
not going to work. Maybe Karen would come at her with 
bolt cutters, or a hacksaw, and she could maneuver the 
chains so that they would be cut... the thought of that 
ridiculous idea made Sandra laugh despite the grimness 
of it all. She put the drain cover down and waited. 

Finally there was a sound at the top of the stairs. 
Sandra quickly grabbed her weapon and held it behind 
her back as if she was still handcuffed. As the lights 
blazed on, Sandra pretended to slowly wake from 
sleeping. Be patient. Be calm. Karen was fully dressed 
this time, nothing provocative. Something was wrong. A 
small basket was in Karen's hands as she descended the 
stairs, and Karen looked nervous. Sandra began pleading 
as before, but stopped suddenly when she saw the gun. 

Hours ago after their last encounter, Karen had 
showered instead of having her usual bath and decided 
to have a drink of wine before bed. It had been truly 
exhilarating to watch Sandra struggle and suffer, and 
especially feeding her that degrading meal. She 
actually ate it! Karen needed to think of more things 
to train her to do, Sandra really was like a pet now. 
She could train Sandra to lick her clean instead of 
using toilet paper, she could have Sandra cook, clean, 
do Karen's pedicures... the possibilities were endless, 
but first she needed to be broken, and that would be 
the fun part. 

She had just about finished her glass of wine and 
turned off the monitor when she noticed something. 
Sandra was pulling at the mattress... just out of 
curiosity (alarm had yet to step in), Karen watched. 
Sandra was looking for something. There was nothing 
under that bare mattress, Karen was sure... or was 
there? Sandra obviously thought there was. Karen 
watched the whole process as Sandra got under the 
mattress and retrieved something small, something to 
pick her handcuffs? Karen could put a stop to this now 
but she wanted to know, plus she still had the upper 
hand. Further, Sandra had surely not realized that 
Karen could see her with the night vision. 

After watching for hours, Karen almost fell off her 
chair when she saw the cuffs come off. Resourceful 
little cunt! Don't ever underestimate this slut. Then, 
as she watched Sandra work on the drain cover, she 
realized this could have been deadly had she not been 
watching... this was no game . A lesson definitely was 
needed to demonstrate to Sandra that there was no 
escape and that her only option was to submit. She 
grabbed a hand basket and placed the syringe, stun gun 
and handgun inside, and opened the door to the 
basement. 

"Place the drain cover over near the stairs Sandra, 
then lay down by the mattress!" Karen yelled, taking 
pains to sound authoritative, even though she was 
terribly rattled by Sandra's resourcefulness. "Do it 
now!" Sandra's hopes were dashed as she followed the 
instructions. "Put your hands behind your back!" Karen 
quickly grabbed the stun gun and gave Sandra a jolt. 
While Sandra was incapacitated by the effects, Karen 
jabbed her with the syringe, injecting her with the 
tranquilizer. Then nothing. 

As Sandra awoke, she was totally disoriented. Where was 
she, on some kind of table? Then she remembered... that 
rack. She thought she was going to be sick, but 
couldn't tell if it was because of her predicament or 
the after effects of the tranquilizer. However, she 
managed to keep it down, since throwing up would only 
make things worse with the huge gag in her mouth, 
stretching her lips and cheeks, and making her jaw 
ache. Karen was milling about the room all dolled up in 
one of her outfits: a wispy pink chemise slip with 
matching heeled sandals and a thong. That was not a 
good sign at all! 

Sandra filled with dread – when Karen dressed sexy, 
that meant she was about to do vile things. Noticing 
she was awake, Karen came and sat down on the table 
next to Sandra's prone body, crossing her legs like she 
was trying to catch some gentleman's eye. Karen pet her 
hair as she would a dog and spoke: "Sandra, I'm afraid 
you have a lot to learn about what I will tolerate. The 
next few hours will be filled with much pain." She 
traced Sandra's body with her finger and continued: 
"You are and will always be my slave, the sooner you 
accept that the better things will be." Karen walked 
over to the winch. 

The rack actually was a heavy dining room table. A 
monstrosity her husband had purchased and left behind, 
probably just to punish her. It was almost absurd in 
its length. She had it brought downstairs for, at the 
time, she thought she needed furniture down here, and 
certainly would replace it shortly. However, as she 
evolved , Karen began to formulate another use for it. 
It looked medieval; maybe she did like it after all. 
She purchased four large eyebolts and drilled two into 
one end, the other two were secured to a heavy metal 
bar at the other end, this bar was in turn cabled to a 
boat winch. 

Karen had never worked with tools in her life and was 
surprised at her natural abilities. Purchasing four 
leather straps, she secured them to the eyebolts. Karen 
was proud of her first construction project, a little 
unorthodox but dreadfully fun! Now it was time to put 
her delightful apparatus to its first use. 

Sandra was pleading through her gag, obviously trying 
to say something about being sorry or not doing such 
things again, but it didn't matter. Karen began turning 
the winch, which produced a loud clicking sound. She 
watched as Sandra's arms and legs straightened out to 
their full length... and then farther. Karen slowed the 
turns as the cable became taut; she was drinking this 
in and was curious of the effects of her toy on Sandra. 

Placing her pussy against the corner of the table, 
Karen began to rock slightly up and down, grinding her 
pussy on the table as she turned the crank. Sandra's 
eyes became huge as the tension set in and began 
wailing and going nuts thrashing her head to and fro in 
a desperate attempt to somehow stop her torment, but 
Karen needed to teach the imp a lesson... and she was 
also in dire need of some pleasure. 

"I wonder how far I can go before your joints pop out, 
Sandra? A few more clicks?" click... click... click. As 
her body was stretched, Sandra's moans and thrashing 
stopped, as the agony of any movement was too much to 
bear – only her watered eyes spoke of her torment. 
Satisfied, Karen bent over and stared into Sandra's 
eyes for quite a while before she crooned: "Hurts a 
little, doesn't it? Maybe you'll think next time before 
you do something so foolish." 

Karen moved around near Sandra's midsection and felt 
her tummy. "Wow, you're as tight as a drum." She 
lightly drummed her fingers on Sandra's stomach. Sandra 
tried to scream but no sound came out; it was as if all 
the breath in her body had been stretched out of her. 
Her shoulders and hips were on fire and she wished she 
could pass out, but her body wasn't at its pain limit 
yet. Karen held up a little box so Sandra could see. 
"So, you like safety pins?" 

Karen got up on the table beside Sandra and lay down 
next to her, caressing Sandra's stretched body and she 
positioned herself. She set down the box on Sandra's 
tummy and, as Sandra watched with disbelieving eyes, 
pulled out a large silver pin, shaking off the alcohol 
still clinging to it. "I noticed you have no piercings. 
I thought all girls your age had them." Karen lightly 
scraped the point of the pin up from Sandra's stomach 
to her nipple and stopped. She then pinched the nipple 
firmly between her fingers and ever so slowly pushed 
the pin through it. 

Sandra finally found her voice and emitted a cry that 
sounded far off to Karen, and she flicked the pin with 
her finger in an effort to make Sandra recreate it. A 
large drop of blood oozed out and Karen licked it up. 
This was making Karen insane with delight and she 
quickly got up and straddled Sandra's stomach. This put 
extra pressure on Sandra's already rigid body, taking 
what little breath she had away. Sandra was panicking 
now fearing that she wouldn't be able to breathe, but 
managed quick short breaths. Karen was now dripping wet 
like the next pin she pushed through Sandra's other 
nipple. 

Fingering herself with one hand, Karen moved down to 
Sandra's navel. Because of the tightness of Sandra's 
stomach, Karen had a difficult time skewering the belly 
button... she had to weave it through like she was 
sewing a dress. Causing far more pain than the nipple 
piercing, this forced Sandra to cry loudly and attempt 
to thrash about, but the winch had stretched her body 
taut and immobile, so even trying to move amounted to 
just more pain. Karen then turned around, straddling 
her the other way (basking in Sandra's thin but 
heartfelt wails of agony as she maneuvered none-to-
gently) and focused her attention on Sandra's pussy. 
Sandra had a full pussy, with a prominent labia and 
clit. 

Karen pinched and pulled at Sandra's most tender and 
precious parts to get the blood flowing (and Karen's 
own pussy getting absolutely soaked – she was rubbing 
vigorously on Sandra's brutally stretched belly, 
smearing it with her juice and creating more thin wails 
from Sandra as she absorbed the movement) and licked 
her lips, breathing in a breath ragged with excitement 
and anticipation, exhaled, and speared Sandra's labia 
with one pin on each side. She stopped riding Sandra's 
belly as she concentrated to fight back the 
culmination... it wasn't time yet, she had to fight it 
back. 

She looked back at Sandra and almost climaxed again as 
she saw Sandra's eyes rolling up at the agony. She 
turned away, looking up at the ceiling and taking in a 
calming breath as she prepared... and then went for the 
finale... the clitoris. As Karen pushed a smaller pin 
against... ragged breath... wait for it... now, and 
finally THROUGH Sandra's prominent clit, she finally 
let go and exploded with a furious orgasm – finally it 
was Karen's turn to scream along with Sandra, Karen in 
unbelievable ecstasy, Sandra in unbelievable agony! 
Karen gushed juice all over Sandra's belly, while 
Sandra mercifully passed out. 


Bloom: Part 4 - Hair Today... Gone Tomorrow 


Karen loved the mirrors in her house, and they loved 
her back. She had purchased fantastic mirrors from all 
over, antiques that were massive, ornate, and 
exceptionally expensive. Upstairs and in the basement, 
she placed dozens of full-length mirrors. In the 
basement, Karen wanted Sandra to be able to watch her 
own degradation from every angle. Upstairs she would 
spend hours in front of them priming and beautifying 
herself in an effort to create the perfect Karen. She 
constantly paraded and posed in front of them with her 
ever-growing lingerie collection, for which she again 
spared no expense, marveling at her exquisite body, and 
sometimes masturbating. 

This self-indulgence alone would classify her as an 
extreme narcissist, even without the fact that she was 
keeping someone captive for her own pleasure, but of 
course only the truest narcissist would simply not 
care. She was a goddess, and her mirrors reflected 
that. 

Mirror, mirror on the wall. 

Sometimes Karen laughed when she thought of that line, 
remembering watching those old Disney movies and being 
less interested in the goodie two-shoes heroine than 
the much more interesting witch or wicked queen. When 
she though of the evil women, she wondered what their 
lives really would be like. What if their plans weren't 
foiled, how powerful would they have become? How far 
would they go if they faced no penalty whatsoever? She 
was finally in a position where she could find out, as 
she had her own sleeping beauty, her snow white, and 
yes, if Karen was truly honest she was jealous of 
Sandra's youth and beauty. 

Even being the complete narcissist that Karen was and 
the fact that she was more striking than she ever had 
been, she could see the beginning effects of age 
creeping into her appearance... but Sandra had a 23-
year-old's sculpted figure, and she could have been 
Aphrodite herself. 

Karen had originally thought that she didn't care what 
her slave looked like, but she now realized that 
picking Sandra had another purpose all along. Sandra's 
tits, while not enormous, where perfectly shaped, her 
waist was tight, and within Sandra's firm thighs was a 
prominent but tight little pussy. Sandra would turn the 
head of any straight man she passed if she dressed in 
anything but baggy sweats, and make him feel like he 
was de-flowering a virgin in bed. Perhaps Karen could 
fix that... she could finish the fairy tale her way. 

Karen had already adorned her captive with new 
piercings, maybe it was time to take things further, 
change her Athenian goddess slave into something else – 
something not quite so sculpted. As a bold new plan 
began to take form in her mind, Karen felt her heart 
rate rise and that unbridled arousal bubbling up inside 
her (that happened so often these days – it was a 
challenge to keep clean panties, luckily she had 
hundreds). 

The evil witches in those stories really seemed to 
enjoy the bad things they were doing – lots of kids 
thought that was just exaggeration for the sake of a 
story, but Karen knew better – she always wanted to 
know what they were feeling that made them laugh so 
wickedly (though she had never embraced that side of 
herself until recently). She began to giggle as she 
leisurely primped and prepared herself for the 
pleasures ahead. 

A white chiffon baby doll with a lace-trimmed neckline, 
matching slippers and ruffle choker was what Karen 
decided on this time. The closet in the master bedroom 
was too crowded with all her wonderful new outfits and 
shoes, forcing Karen to convert one of the spare 
bedrooms into a massive walk-in closet, making it look 
more like a lingerie shop than a bedroom. Karen even 
had mannequins displaying some of her finest, and used 
them to try different combinations out. She had 
purchased so many outfits so quickly that she didn't 
even know what she had, packages of shoes arrived daily 
as ordering items on the web became a nightly ritual. 

She had figured money made from the interest off the 
funds in her bank account was more than she could 
spend, plus she had the alimony that arrived every 
month. Karen sat down to make herself up... at 35 she 
still looked as good as she ever had, and her body had 
never been as fit. She worked out daily now and watched 
what she ate like never before; as well as forcing 
Sandra to worship her, Karen also had to treat her body 
like a temple. There would be no piercing or tattoos as 
that would be blasphemy. Oils, perfumes, powders and 
creams, and Sandra's tongue would be all that was 
allowed upon the blessed sanctuary. 

It had been several days since Karen had pierced Sandra 
with the safety pins, and the wounds were still not 
healed enough to take things further. That would have 
to wait. Karen unconsciously began to rub herself as 
she recalled the activity – Sandra's agonized 
pleadings, the look in her eye as she realized what was 
going to happen, her helpless body presented for 
Karen's twisted pleasures, and, finally, watching 
Sandra on the monitor as she awoke to find a dozen more 
piercings made by Karen after she had passed out. Karen 
had removed some of these pins as rewards for good 
behavior, however Sandra's conduct would not affect 
what Karen was about to do, this was purely for Karen's 
own pleasure. She grabbed a grocery bag, rope and 
needle-nose pliers... the fun was about to begin. 

Karen had left the basement lights on lately giving 
Sandra full view of her miserable predicament. The 
handcuffs had gone back on - supplemented by fingerless 
gloves, making any attempt to escape impossible. Now 
Sandra had safety pins all over her front side making 
life extra miserable and painful. She had learned to 
not plead as Karen came down the stairs; instead to 
kneel with her head bowed awaiting Karen's wishes. 

Sandra felt despair when she noticed that Karen looked 
especially flush and excited. As she watched Karen put 
down the bag and drag a large footstool over, Sandra 
felt her stomach drop as she realized that Karen 
apparently had "special plans"... she was going to take 
it to another level again. Sandra was stunned at the 
pure wickedness that Karen seemed to have embraced – 
doing vile things to her seemed to take Karen to 
heights of pleasure, and Sandra had no choice but to 
endure Karen's brutality. 

"I want you to lay face down on this footstool Sandra." 
Karen commanded, then helped Sandra on so as not to 
lose her balance. The pressure on the safety pins 
caused Sandra to cry in pain as Karen bound her 
securely to the footstool, wrapping the rope so that it 
secured Sandra's arms against her back and leaving only 
her head and feet free. Karen wanted Sandra's legs 
movable, but not to let her gain her footing, so she 
tied the legs together at the ankles and knees. 

Karen then went and grabbed an inflatable dildo-gag off 
the wall and shoved the gag end into Sandra's mouth, 
pumping it and filling Sandra's mouth taut so that she 
couldn't make any noise. Dragging a plush chair over, 
Karen positioned it directly in front of Sandra, moved 
the grocery bag over near, and sat down. 

The dildo end of the gag was now sticking obscenely out 
of Sandra's mouth. Sandra looked down the length of the 
obscenity protruding from her mouth, the end 
tantalizingly close to Karen's soaked pussy. Karen then 
eased the dildo in to her pussy taking the full length 
without lubricant... it wasn't needed. Karen's strong 
scent filled Sandra's nostrils once again. This now had 
the affect of immobilizing Sandra's head, and Karen 
stroked Sandra's hair as she spoke: "You have such 
thick, full hair Sandra – and I believe I'll have to 
have it." 

Karen reached in her bag and pulled out the needle-nose 
pliers, as Sandra began frantically to try and break 
free somehow. This just caused her to move the dildo in 
and out of Karen's pussy, which was exactly the effect 
Karen was after. 

Karen grabbed a clump of hair on the back of Sandra's 
head to steady things, and then took the pliers and 
locked onto a small section of hair on her forehead, 
and pulled. The bit of hair was stubborn but finally 
gave into the force of the pliers. Sandra's frantic but 
muffled shrieks followed as Karen the dropped the 
strand into the bag and went for another. 

"I know this hurts Sandra... but if we just shaved it, 
your hair would grow back too soon." Karen ripped out 
another strand depositing it in the bag. "This will 
take a long time, but I am willing to do it right." She 
moved her pelvis back and forth meeting Sandra's 
"thrusts" as she kicked her bound legs like a mermaid. 
Catching a view of this in her mirror, her legs wrapped 
around Sandra's head, yanking with the pliers, caused 
hot lightning to jolt through Karen while Sandra bucked 
what little she could in an effort to "throw" her rider 
– careful – make it last – easy – breathe... and she 
continued. 

Sometimes Karen pulled quickly and sometimes 
agonizingly slow - trying to squeeze every ounce of 
pain from her actions. Her pussy was dripping juice 
down the front of the chair now, and she couldn't hold 
back any longer... she grabbed a very large chunk of 
hair in the pliers and pulled as she came - the hair 
releasing its grip from Sandra's head simultaneously as 
Karen exploded onto Sandra's face – she bucked as cum 
squirted from her pussy onto Sandra's face. "Oh my God! 
Where did THAT come from?" ran through Karen's mind as 
she grappled for another clump of hair and thrust 
Sandra's head frantically, ripping out some of the 
caught hair with each thrust, as she squirted AGAIN! 

Sandra's face was wet from her tormentor's juice and 
she choked on the gag as she tried to scream - trying 
to go another place in her mind; away from this 
unbearable agony - but the combination of Karen's pussy 
thrusting into her face and fresh new pains as Karen 
ripped more hair from her head kept her firmly grounded 
in the horrible moment. She finally caught her breath 
again as Karen seemed to be slowly recovering from that 
orgasm. The agonizing ordeal lasted well beyond Karen's 
explosion. A whole hour passed before Karen was down to 
the back of Sandra's head. 

The paper bag was now stuffed full of Sandra's 
disembodied hair, and Karen stroked Sandra's virgin 
baldhead with her hand. "So smooth and pretty." Fifteen 
minutes later all the hair was gone. Karen lost track 
of how many times she had cum, but she knew it was a 
record for her. Finally Karen eased the wet dildo out 
of her pussy and bent down and kissed the shivering, 
sobbing girl's forehead. "It will be better this way." 
She whispered. 

Karen untied Sandra from the footstool and helped her 
now bald slave to the mattress. "Almost done." Karen 
said as she straddled Sandra's stomach backwards and 
grabbed a pinch of Sandra's pubic hair with the pliers 
she was still carrying. Sandra screamed a muffled 
scream and thrashed about with newfound energy as Karen 
pulled this fresh hair out. This was a much more 
physical effort as Karen fought to stay on top of her 
and also tear at Sandra's pubic hair... it was also 
immensely satisfying! Karen eventually ended up lying 
on top of Sandra in an effort to keep her stable enough 
to continue her operation. 

The pulling of this hair seemed to hurt Sandra more, 
and Karen relished in this fact, yelling back to Sandra 
to stop moving or she would make it worse. Karen kicked 
off her slippers and felt the wet dildo still sticking 
out of Sandra's mouth with her feet as she yanked hair 
after hair from Sandra's cunt. She took the time to 
inspect the safety pins in Sandra's pussy and noticed 
they were healing nicely; soon she could begin to have 
real fun with these. The removing of Sandra's pussy 
hair was far quicker and Karen was almost spent as she 
managed to squeeze only two splendid orgasms out of the 
operation. 

Finally, with her slave bald from head to toe, there 
was nothing left to do as Karen unstrapped and deflated 
the dildo gag, walked over and dumped it in the sink. 
Sandra sat down and wept on her mattress as Karen went 
upstairs returning with a dog bowl of beef stew and set 
it next to Sandra's water dish. Karen then grabbed the 
bag full of hair and left her slave to her thoughts. 

Five days later when Karen came down for the daily 
feeding, she was dressed in a short kimono robe and 
heels. Although Sandra had never seen this outfit 
before, this was not what was different... Karen's hair 
was now blond, not brown. Had she dyed it? No. Sandra 
had been looking at that hair her whole life. She knew 
every inch of it... and it was part of her, not Karen. 
She had taken great pride in it and Sandra had put more 
time into the caring of it than anything else. The 
bitch had made a wig from her hair! Sandra lost control 
and began screaming obscenities, but as she watched 
Karen walk over and grab the cattle prod, she managed 
to get herself under control and resumed her kneeling 
position. 

"That's better." Karen said as she reached up and 
pulled off her new wig walking over to where Sandra 
knelt and placed it on her baldhead, adjusting it 
slightly to look more natural. "When you're good I'll 
let you wear it." Karen grabbed the wig back, placed it 
on her own head, and adjusted it in the mirror. "I look 
just like you!" She then stood closer to Sandra, spread 
her legs, grabbed Sandra's baldhead and forced it into 
her wet hairy bush. "Lick it." 


Bloom: Part 5 - In Sickness as in Health 


Karen was a master at adapting. One brief attempt at 
marriage had resulted in a mercifully quick end, and 
then she met an extremely wealthy landowner who 
wouldn't take no for an answer. Karen didn't 
particularly like him, however the tradeoff would be 
all the money she could ever want. He was a 
controlling, arrogant, lying cheat... but she possessed 
something that could defeat him: patience. She could 
wait years, and she did, buying her time. This was a 
job with very early retirement. 

She let his affairs go on "unnoticed", while keeping 
track of every detail and documenting whatever she 
could. When the time came to sever the bonds of 
matrimony, Karen produced a virtual scythe - boxes full 
of documentation on her husband's illicit affairs and 
illegal dealings – letting her lawyer play the Reaper, 
watching as he sliced more and more money away for her. 
It was not a divorce; it was rape. 

Never wanting children, it was her second husband's 
persistence and constant demanding that had finally 
forced Karen into the fertility clinic. His low sperm 
count had ruled out any natural methods, yet the 
impotent fuck still pushed – he had to have a child. 
She had married him for the money, not a damn family, 
and when they had dated he had agreed with her that he 
didn't want children, but that was the first of his 
many lies. 

The clinic had tried several times to do in-vitro 
fertilization, but her secret use of a combination of 
RU 486 - the morning after pill, and a drug named 
Prostaglandin ensured that the pregnancy would never 
take. She had often wondered if drugs like these were 
available to her mother, would Karen even exist? She 
was the only child and felt that her mother thought of 
her as a burden, and dad was just not there in any 
way... period. Now, by her own hand, she did have a 
"child" in a way, her slave was utterly dependent on 
her for everything. She had a child and her child was 
now very sick. Karen was totally unprepared for this.

The sickness had come on suddenly. Of course Karen 
herself had been ill before and she had to care for her 
husband at times, but it was rarely anything serious. 
Waiting it out with a few medications to help ease the 
symptoms had been the standard, with a couple of 
exceptions being trips to the hospital. There could be 
no hospital visit now, but Sandra clearly needed one. 
Karen couldn't even determine what Sandra was suffering 
from. The high fever and horrible cough had led her to 
believe it was pneumonia, but she wasn't sure as she 
didn't think the vomiting was a symptom. 

The symptoms persisted and got worse. How could she 
treat something if she didn't even know what it was? 
She had an old bottle of Tetracycline left over from 
something she couldn't even remember (a tooth 
problem?), and Karen began giving Sandra large doses. 
Sandra was led out of her prison for the first time as 
Karen took her upstairs, bathed her, fed her, and cared 
for her, as would any real mother. 

She would NOT allow her to die, would not allow this 
slave to end the dream Karen had created! Karen had 
positioned Sandra's cuffs in front of her now and had 
placed a leg chain between her ankles; Sandra was too 
weak to escape, she was sure, but as an extra 
precaution Karen kept the stun gun strapped to her own 
wrist at all times. Tightly wrapped in a blanket, Karen 
let Sandra share her bed at night, and held her... as 
if to let go would let her dream die. 

Sometimes Sandra knew exactly where she was, but these 
times were fewer and fewer. Most of the time she just 
knew something was terribly wrong, but she didn't feel 
good, and she thought it must be the sickness. Her hair 
fell out, which was alarming! Cancer? She kept being 
reminded of this as she tried to wipe her forehead, and 
she had cuffs on, weird ... but she didn't really care. 
She just wanted to sleep. The nurse was nice... (No she 
wasn't!) ... and Sandra couldn't remember where she 
knew her from. So pretty. 

She tried to eat but it always kept coming back up and 
Sandra felt awful she got sick on the nurse... (Here 
you go bitch!). She was so sorry, but was thankful the 
nurse helped her all the time. Sandra Sometimes had 
terrible thoughts about the nurse, and tried to quickly 
wipe them away, she must be very sick to think of such 
appalling things... (Kill her!! Bash her fucking head 
in!!)

She even once tried to reach for the stun gun dangling 
from the nurse's wrist, but didn't quite have the 
energy, that was a dreadfully rude thing to do anyways. 
That was the nurse's and the nurse needed that. Stupid! 
Sorry. The best thing she could do right now would be 
to try to be more helpful and then maybe just... sleep 
a bit. 

Sandra felt good to be all wrapped up at night even 
though it was quite warm. The woman, (or was it the 
nurse?), held her all night long, and sometimes she 
would kiss Sandra telling her to get better. The kisses 
occasionally were more sensual, and she hated to do 
this but Sandra had to turn away as she didn't have the 
energy to make out with her, Sandra hoped her 
nurse/lover would understand. She really did appreciate 
it. 

Then finally in the mornings her lover would appear 
like an angel over Sandra and help her up to a hot 
bath. She would wash her and caress her, and Sandra 
always tried to thank the angel. She was so beautiful. 
Angels didn't have swords or harps anymore; they had 
stun guns, and that was funny. Sandra smiled at the 
angel and the angel smiled back. 

In Karen's garden the blooms had fallen. The rose bush 
had dropped its wondrous black petals and now looked as 
all the other deflowered bushes looked everywhere, and 
nothing more. Karen knew that somehow her actions were 
intrinsically tied to the plant, so what did this mean? 
Was she not doing enough for Sandra's recovery? Was she 
not doing enough for herself? Karen searched in vain 
for the beginnings of future buds but came up empty; 
perhaps it had been a wonderful but temporary anomaly. 
It might now go back to its dormant state, never to 
bloom again. 

No! Damned if she would let this bitch die! Karen had 
control and Karen had the power. With a new 
determination she set about trying to find a solution, 
scouring the web for solutions to Sandra's health. She 
would treat the symptoms as opposed to trying to 
determine the cause. This was the reverse of what she 
had done so far, but it couldn't get much worse. Karen 
ordered new antibiotics and an IV setup as she decided 
that Sandra badly needed fluids and nutrients. 

***

A week later Karen had managed to bring Sandra's fever 
down to a reasonable level. While still not out of the 
woods, she felt that Sandra would recover, as she was 
able to hold down more food. This was a tense time for 
Karen because she didn't quite know how delirious 
Sandra was anymore. It was obvious that, before this 
recovery, Sandra was out of it and had no idea of her 
own situation – she had even looked at Karen several 
times with thankful adoration!

But for right now, if Sandra was recovering her wits 
and strength quicker than she was letting on, it could 
be dangerous. Nonetheless, Karen still had to nurse her 
back to health. Karen ran another chain between 
Sandra's leg chain and her handcuffs, so while still 
allowing her movement it might prevent any sudden 
attempts to strike out if Sandra was stronger than she 
appeared. No longer could Karen trust Sandra to sleep 
in the same bed as her, so she pulled a second iron bed 
into the room and chained Sandra to the frame at night.

The first time this happened it earned Karen an angry 
glance from Sandra... she was getting better. 

All this was not at all part of Karen's plan, the 
center of all this effort was supposed to be Karen, not 
Sandra, and while this wasn't something Sandra brought 
upon herself, Karen resented her for it nonetheless. 
Slowly, as Sandra became better and better, Karen began 
to resume her dominance, and finally, fed up and 
frustrated, she tied Sandra face down and fully secured 
to the bed frame, took off her own cotton panties and 
stuffed them in Sandra's mouth. She then grabbed some 
nylons and wrapped them around Sandra's head, keeping 
the panties in place. Sandra, while not yet 100%, was 
aware enough to be alarmed. 

Karen pushed two pillows under Sandra's pelvis to raise 
up the ass. Karen then lubricated and secured a strap-
on dildo and proceeded to rape her anally. The first 
push was the worst as Sandra's virgin rosebud was 
quickly stretched beyond a point it had ever been 
before, creating an intense pressure that felt 
unnatural to her and almost made her sick. 

She thought at first she was going to shit all over but 
finally realized that it was almost impossible with 
that monstrous object pushing up the rectum again and 
again. How could anyone enjoy this? Sandra's tight 
asshole was no match for Karen's dildo as it was 
assaulted by thrust after thrust, compelling Sandra to 
scream into the makeshift gag. 

Karen thought if Sandra wasn't fully cognizant of her 
predicament before this, it certainly was a brutal 
awakening back to the reality of her situation. 
Thrusting as much in anger as in passion, Karen slapped 
her pelvis against Sandra's ass, relishing in both the 
sound of the slapping as well as the cries from Sandra. 
It had been weeks since Karen came and it was time to 
pay her back in spades. 

Karen quickened the pace even further as she felt the 
familiar rush coming on, now slapping Sandra's ass with 
her hands as well as her now drenched groin. She then 
grabbed Sandra's hips giving her extra force as Karen 
rammed home the strap-on, arriving at the edge... and 
then over... furiously pumping... as she collapsed on 
top of Sandra's back, laughing and releasing her pent 
up juice. Sandra was raggedly sobbing, as she should 
be. Karen squeezed her slave tightly knowing that the 
Bloom would be back. Her Bloom was a state of mind, and 
she controlled it... as she willed it to blossom. 


Bloom: Part 6 – Sharing the Love 


There were definite benefits to having Sandra upstairs 
now; one of them was to put her bidet idea into action. 
Karen loved to get up from the toilet and just walk 
into the bedroom and make Sandra lick her clean. She 
just used the commands "front", and Sandra would have 
to clean her pussy, licking the drops of pee still 
clinging onto her pubic hairs, or "front and back" for 
messier duties. This made going to the toilet far from 
mundane; it became instead a thrilling and erotic 
event. 

At night, as Karen sat in bed reading, she would have 
Sandra sucking and licking her feet, making sure that 
she got every little crevice between and under the 
crooks of the toes clean. This was something Karen 
would make Sandra do for hours, until Karen's toes were 
wrinkled like prunes. 

Sandra's tongue was busy constantly: if she wasn't 
using it to service Karen in the increasingly numerous 
ways that Karen thought of, she would use it to drink 
water from her dog dish. But by far the job most 
required for Sandra's tongue was performing 
cunnilingus. Several times a day Karen would mount 
Sandra's face and wildly ride it, alternating between 
making her lick Karen's pussy and reaching her tongue 
deep into Karen's rectum. "Deeper!!" Karen would bark 
as Sandra frantically tried to stretch her tongue as 
far as it would go, trying to stave off some horrendous 
punishment that would result in not following the 
commands.

It was during one of these times when Sandra was 
licking Karen's most secret place that Karen began to 
formulate a perfectly devious plan; resulting in more 
pleasure for herself, and a delicious torment for 
Sandra. The thought drove her wild with delight as she 
rolled it over and over in her mind and she smudged up 
Sandra's face more than usual as she convulsed in a 
powerful orgasm. If Sandra only knew what caused that 
extra intensity. 

After a few days of research and preparation, Karen was 
finally ready. She led Sandra down to the basement and 
once at the bottom injected her with a dose of 
tranquilizer. This was necessary, as Karen knew Sandra 
would never willingly be led back to the stretching 
table, no matter what threats Karen vowed. Sandra had 
to be un-cuffed to be secured, and that was too risky 
of an action to be undertaken without precautions. 
Taking her time, Karen placed Sandra on the table and 
secured her wrists and ankles, then stretched her out 
to a taught – but not painful – position. It was time 
to prepare for the operation. 

Several hours later Sandra awoke to find herself on the 
dreaded rack. Her head was secured this time with two 
leather straps allowing for nothing but the slightest 
movement, why was this? Already shaking with fear, she 
tried to psychologically prepare herself for the 
painful moments that lay ahead, but it was no use... 
how does someone steel themselves for such pain? 

She was sure people could do it, stories of soldiers 
resisting horrendous tortures were common, but where 
did they go mentally? Did they focus on something else, 
or just find a way to shut their minds down? She wished 
she knew the answers because she desperately needed 
them. Waiting seemed as bad as anything else as she 
laid on the hard wooden table staring up at the 
ceiling.

It seemed like hours (but was probably just a few 
minutes) before Sandra heard the heavy basement door 
opening. She saw the witch coming down the stairs out 
the corner of her eyes, except it wasn't exactly a 
witch, as Karen was dressed in a skimpy artificial 
nurse uniform. This brought back vague memories of the 
confused thoughts Sandra had while she was at the 
height of her sickness last month. However, this had 
very ominous implications as Karen also carried a 
medical bag and towels. 

Sandra let out a low moan as she watched Karen saunter 
up to the table, then lightly trace Sandra's body with 
her finger as she placed the medical bag near her head. 
Karen then got up and straddled Sandra, sitting on her 
chest, and quietly spoke: 

"I'm afraid this is going to be painful for you Sandra, 
but trust me, if you do not cooperate fully, I will 
make things far worse. You'll understand, my dear, if 
you just use your imagination." Karen began unpacking 
her bag and began to remove items that alarmed and 
horrified Sandra ... first the gauze bandages... then 
the dental gag... then pliers and scalpel!?! Putting on 
rubber gloves like a trained professional, Karen 
noticed that she was already dripping wet, and began to 
grind on Sandra's belly. "Please Karen, please, I'll do 
anything you ask." Sandra's voice frailly shook. 

Karen thought having Sandra call her mistress or 
goddess, or anything of the type was silly. She thought 
it was much more erotic to have her call her Karen, it 
made it seem as they could be equals or even friends - 
a friend that does unspeakable things to the other. 
Likewise Karen would never call Sandra 'slave'... it 
was so fake. Of course Sandra was her slave! Sandra was 
the slave, and Karen was the keeper, no need to attach 
formal labels to this. That was for the play actors in 
the BDSM scene, the ridiculous people dressed in 
leather. This was real life, however the irony that she 
was now dressed in a fake nurse uniform was not lost on 
Karen. 

"I know you will honey, and I do appreciate that. But 
this won't alter your looks any; this will actually 
give you better abilities. It will be like an upgrade." 
Karen then took the dental gag and began securing it to 
Sandra's head. This forced Sandra's mouth to stay wide-
open giving Karen complete access to do what she 
wished. Sandra began to moan through the discomfort of 
the gag stretching her mouth like that, but then her 
eyes popped wide open and she began to shriek as she 
saw Karen pick up the scalpel and pliers. 

She tried thrashing about but the straps on her head 
held her rigid, and Karen leaned over very close to her 
face and softly, intimately said "Now settle down. 
Remember what I said – it can be a lot worse than it 
has to be if you don't cooperate." Sandra, trembling 
with fear and dread, started to manage her 
hyperventilating and to gain control of herself. 

"Much better, Sandra. I'm proud of you!" Karen said, 
grabbing Sandra's tongue with the pliers and pulling 
upwards to the roof of Sandra's mouth. Sandra moaned 
strenuously and tensed all over at the pain, tears 
running down as Karen began to softly rock back and 
forth on Sandra's chest as she brought the scalpel 
under Sandra's tongue.

Now stretched and clearly visible was Sandra's 
sublingual frenulum – the web-like piece of skin 
securing the tongue to the bottom of the mouth. This 
bit of skin prevented the tongue from sliding further 
out of the mouth, and Karen was going to perform a 
tongue frenectomy, enabling Sandra's tongue slide 
further out, and in essence to 'lengthen'. A quick 
slice was all it took, severing the frenulum and 
causing Sandra to scream more in shock than in pain. 
"Quiet!!" Karen barked as she carved the bottom portion 
of the web, dislodging it completely. 

Karen then began packing in gauze bandages to soak up 
the blood, muffling Sandra's cries. "All done Sandra, 
that wasn't so bad was it?" Letting loose a stream of 
juice on Sandra's quivering chest, Karen bent down and 
passionately kissed and licked Sandra's face. Karen 
licked up the tears as well, savoring the salty results 
of her handiwork. If there was a heaven on earth it was 
here for Karen, while Sandra wallowed in her private 
hell. 

The taste of blood was with Sandra for several days, as 
Karen had to constantly change the gauze she packed 
into Sandra's mouth. Karen had given Sandra glasses of 
water with a straw instead of her usual dog dish, as it 
was impossible for Sandra to use her tongue in any 
normal way while it was healing. While the initial 
'surgery' wasn't that painful, the resulting aftermath 
had been almost unbearable. Any movement of her tongue 
caused sharp pains in Sandra's mouth, and she ended up 
simply clenching her jaw tightly shut to prevent any 
accidental movement. 

The gauze in her mouth helped, but it was terribly 
painful when Karen replaced it with a fresh batch. 
Karen mercifully loaded some of the later packs with 
over-the-counter medication for toothaches causing 
Sandra's whole mouth to go numb, and to drool all over 
herself. 

As Sandra recovered, Karen had to soothe herself by 
watching Sandra on her monitors and using her favorite 
glass dildo. It was SO invigorating to think of 
remolding her victim, permanently making her into 
something different than she was. Even if she somehow 
escaped, she would always carry an everlasting reminder 
of the changes Karen had made to her. The thought of 
that, and the sight of Sandra suffering through her 
recovery brought Karen to many orgasms. However, once 
again, that particular thrill started to fade... Karen 
needed to think of some other way to torment her victim 
to feel the jarring electricity of arousal she had 
become addicted to. 

The thing was, she really didn't want to risk doing 
anything physical to Sandra right now... but if she 
could show Sandra something shocking, wouldn't that be 
even better? Karen recalled a news report she saw about 
Sandra few days ago, and had a brilliant idea. 

***

Six days later Karen was rushing around downstairs, 
running cable, setting up a TV and audio. Tonight was 
the big night! Sandra had a sinking feeling... anytime 
Karen was excited meant depraved things were in store 
for her, and judging by the amount of enthusiasm Karen 
was displaying, today was bound to be especially 
dreadful. Karen placed the TV close to Sandra, but 
still out of reach. On the screen was a view of Karen's 
living room, specifically her huge oversized couch. 
This couch looked more like a bed, and Sandra briefly 
pondered how it could even be used as normal couches 
were. 

As Karen turned the sound up on the external speakers, 
Sandra could hear a small radio that was just visible 
in the corner of the screen. The sound came through 
loud and clear – Karen was testing the volume of the 
camera's microphone and it was obvious that she wanted 
Sandra to see and hear something... something that 
Karen was taking particular enjoyment in presenting. 

Karen hummed a far off tune as she placed extra gauze 
in Sandra's mouth and secured it with tape, wrapping it 
around Sandra's head several times. Sandra was cuffed 
behind her back once again, and this prevented any 
attempt at removing her gag. "There! I have to run 
along now Sandra, you be a good girl and watch the 
show!" Karen winked at Sandra and giggled to herself as 
she bounded up the stairs. Whatever she had planned was 
going to begin shortly. 

About five hours had passed before Sandra saw anything 
on the TV. At first she just saw shadows and light 
changes, and the sound of muffled voices. Someone else 
was upstairs with Karen! If she could somehow let that 
person know she was down here! 

Wait, maybe that person was in league with her? Maybe 
she brought someone over to torture Sandra with her. 
Impossible... no one was as depraved as Karen... of 
that she was certain. The voice was that of a man, 
possibly one she had heard before? The shadows moved 
into the room, then something blocked the view totally, 
a blurry close-up of a striped shirt was all that was 
visible for a few minutes. That voice. They were 
talking about Sandra... they were talking about her! 
How he missed her, but it was how he said the name... 

SANDRA... 

how she heard it said like that a thousand times 
before... how she loved the way he said it... her 
love... her fiancé... Tom!" Oh my god Karen has Tom 
upstairs!! Oh god! If he could only hear her!!" 
Scream!! All that was produced was a weak muffled cry, 
which escaped her gag and was immediately sucked up 
within the heavily soundproofed walls. Tom moved and 
sat down next to Karen on the couch, and Sandra saw his 
face for the first time in months and cried. Tom was 
crying too... Karen... was there to console him. 

Then Tom leaned forward and Sandra saw the bitch fully, 
with her fucking HAIR on!! Karen started screaming 
hysterically, but all that came out was more pitifully 
muted sounds. Sandra felt dread quickly flood out the 
anger as she saw Karen offer a quick sly smile to the 
camera before going back to the performance of mock 
sympathy that was steadily drawing Tom in closer and 
closer to her. 

Was she going to capture him too? The thought terrified 
her... but a part of her would relish the company, to 
see his face, to let him know what she had been 
through. No, the cunt just wanted to drive her prisoner 
insane watching Karen seduce him, and Sandra was 
compelled to stare and listen. All the previous pain 
was nothing compared to this, nothing physical could 
ever equal the anguish of this torment. 

Karen moved in closer as her arm was draped around 
Tom's shoulder, it had been so easy! She had seen an 
interview with him days before as he talked about his 
upcoming marriage plans with Sandra, and the 
devastation that her disappearance had caused... the 
devastation Karen had caused! 

She found that he worked at a local art store and went 
in to buy supplies after waiting for the existing 
customers to leave. Karen wore the wig of Sandra's 
hair, along with some perfume she had found in Sandra's 
purse. He didn't see her come in as he was in the back, 
and Karen purposely stood facing away from where he 
was, pretending to look at supplies, so all he could 
see was her hair. 

Tom's heart stopped as he saw Sandra standing with her 
back to him. He quickly dropped the box he was carrying 
and rushed over to see her... "Sandra!!" Could it be?!! 
But when she turned it wasn't her... it was a stunning, 
slightly more mature woman with deep green eyes. This 
was a true lady, not a girl. He apologized, he thought 
she was someone else, Tom looked badly shaken. The 
perfume... Karen could tell he recognized it. 

Yes, she was looking for some spray lacquer for some 
printouts... what type was the best? Hadn't she seen 
him somewhere before? Oh my gosh, the missing girl! 
Fiancé... oh god, I'm so sorry! She made Tom cry as she 
let him tell her the whole story. 

Oh you poor boy... she pulled him close to her breast 
as he sobbed... and his demeanor changed ever so 
slightly... he was very aware of how close he was to 
her breast. The smell of her perfume, it was just like 
Sandra's... and her hair, if he didn't know better... 
Funny how things weren't quite as sad now. She held him 
for a long time, so long that it became awkward, the 
moment had passed from being sympathy to now being 
sensual, and it was equally as awkward to separate. If 
he ever wanted to talk, or needed anything here was her 
number.

The phone rang that night. She would take him out to 
dinner, she insisted. A few drinks in him and she 
poured on her sexuality, so easy, so vulnerable. He was 
like a puppet in her hands and she performed like a 
master. She had to go meet some friends but maybe he 
would like to come to her house... Friday? It is a 
little out of the way but she could promise a nice 
time. 

So here she was, performing her little puppet show for 
Sandra. Tom, the fiancé/marionette dancing in Karen's 
hands, as she stages her tragic comedy. He was kissing 
her now, and she kissed back with a simulated passion 
worthy of an award. Karen's elegant red starlet dress 
slipped easily off revealing her black lace lingerie, 
fishnet stockings and renaissance garter belt. She laid 
back on the sofa and tugged him by his belt, unbuckling 
it as she pulled him closer. He responded in turn by 
stripping off his shirt, as Karen pulled his pants down 
displaying the extent of his hardness for the first 
time. She then grabbed his cock, kneading it like she 
would dough, but stopping short of getting him off too 
soon. 

Karen pulled her panties off and placed his hand on her 
bush, spreading her legs in an invitation to enter. As 
he moved in to mount her, Karen instead pushed his head 
down hard towards her pussy, and forced his mouth upon 
her. At first he resisted, but as she wrapped her legs 
around his head she held him firm, and he gave in. She 
then turned towards the camera, winked, and licked her 
lips. 

Karen was incredibly wet, not so much because of Tom 
eating her out, but because of the thought of what this 
was doing to Sandra. She stared at the camera as she 
gasped for breath, the warm flush expanding upwards, 
then exploding as she envisioned Sandra's tear-stained 
face within the cameras lens. 

Karen then eased Tom onto his back, making his member 
proudly stick up straight for the benefit of the 
audience of one, and she briefly toyed with it, licking 
and stroking it with her mouth. She was now sitting 
reverse on top of Tom's chest, her front to the camera, 
never taking her eyes off the virtual Sandra. Tom 
moaned as Karen positioned her hairy pussy just on the 
tip of Tom's cock and held it there for a moment. 

She then rubbed back and forth on the very tip of his 
cock, listening to his now frustrated breaths... the 
friction plus the anticipation was driving him wild. 
"Tom, you want to fuck me, not Sandra, right?" Karen 
asked waiting for the correct answer before proceeding. 
"Yes! Yes! I want to fuck you, only you!" Karen 
dramatically cocked her head at the camera after 
hearing the acceptable reply, and rewarded him by ever 
so slowly easing his cock inside her hot wet hole, 
little by little sliding the whole length into her. She 
mouthed "Feels so good!" for Sandra's benefit, winked 
again at the camera, then began slowly pumping up and 
down. 

"I want you to forget Sandra for now Tom." Karen used 
the words artfully and at the correct moment to hold 
off his impending ejaculation. She pumped stronger now 
and used more force as she slammed her ass down again 
and again on his groin. "You have to move on... 
(pump...pump)... move on to me Tom." The words were 
startling but rang true; he watched her glorious ass 
pounding repeatedly and knew if anyone could make him 
forget Sandra it was this vixen... he couldn't hold 
back any longer... the resulting eruption made him cry 
out in pleasure as she sat down hard on his cock, 
wiggling her hips side to side in an effort to extract 
everything he had. 

Karen rolled over onto her back; her head draped upside 
down over the edge of the couch still staring at the 
camera, and started laughing. "That was wonderful!" She 
said while caressing Tom's shoulders with her feet... 
but she wasn't speaking to Tom... Karen was speaking to 
the devastated creature who lay sobbing at the bottom 
of her cellar. 


Bloom: Part 7 – Hells Bells 


A reward of several new black rose buds awaited Karen 
in her garden. She reasoned she must have done 
especially well in this last bit of adventures to be 
awarded such a prize. Karen could feel it as well, an 
overwhelming sense of self-confidence, a stronger 
sexuality within her that grew as she pulled Sandra 
down deeper and deeper. 

Sandra no longer begged and pleaded, as she knew it did 
no good – she simply obeyed Karen's commands in 
silence. Like a sexual vampire sucking the beauty and 
energy from her victim, Karen felt a renewed vitality 
which drove her further and further. To what end? She 
didn't know, or care... Karen only knew she had to keep 
going. As she altered Sandra into something less 
desirable, Karen became more sensual, more striking. 
She had Sandra's hair, her boyfriend, her freedom, now 
it was time to take away her body. 

But Tom had become an irritant, while at first it was 
exciting fucking him and making Sandra watch, this was 
becoming less exciting to Karen. She felt nothing for 
him, not even pity. Tom had become more inquisitive and 
nosy, and he blamed it on wanting to get closer to 
Karen. The foolish boy had no idea on why he was really 
there, or how dangerous Karen really was. 

How long before he tried the door to the basement? She 
would have to kill him if he found out. Karen could be 
linked to Tom, and while this torment was delicious, it 
was also risky. She had gotten Tom to admit to her, and 
the hidden camera, all the things he disliked about 
Sandra, and how reluctant he really was to get married. 
This was enough. His usefulness was through. 

At the end Karen had to fake her orgasm while having 
sex with Tom, and waited until she watched a video of 
Sandra's reactions to cum. A computer hooked up to the 
monitor system captured 'The Best of Sandra' , allowing 
Karen to keep highlights of the torments... however the 
recording of the first time Sandra saw Tom on the 
monitor was the best. Karen masturbated again and again 
to that scene, the look of devastation in Sandra's 
eyes, the shock... what could be more stimulating? 

Karen had put the highlights on a DVD that she would 
keep forever, long after Sandra was gone. Sometimes 
after torturing Sandra, Karen would review the video 
and find out that in her passion she had blocked the 
camera's view of Sandra... making necessary a "second 
take". This second ordeal would always be much more 
brutal than the first, as if punishing Sandra for the 
fault.

Karen had prepped herself in a black off-shoulder 
camigarter, thong, and fishnet stockings. She also 
carried with her a small but very heavy cloth bag and a 
bottle of alcohol. The bald skinny slave rushed to kiss 
her feet as Karen entered the basement, this was now a 
conditional reflex – a learned action that the cattle 
prod had taught Sandra. While not requiring certain 
codes of behavior such as Master/slave titles, Karen 
did find this protocol exciting, along with having 
Sandra kneel and bow her head. Karen "allowed" Sandra 
to have some extra time kissing her newly manicured 
toes. 

It still irritated Karen that Sandra wasn't talented 
enough to do Karen's nails right, she demanded 
perfection, and Sandra was clumsy. Several times Sandra 
had tried, and once spilled polish all over Karen's 
feet. Karen had made her clean it up then gave Sandra a 
whipping that was almost beyond belief. Sandra still 
bore the marks from that incident, and Karen decided 
she had just better suck up and let a professional do 
it. She realized that she was really becoming a bitch 
lately. 

Sandra's body was laden with bruises and marks, her 
hair was gone and dozens of safety pins adorned her, 
however this would all heal. Her tongue was cut but 
that just gave Sandra more usefulness while licking 
Karen... no, this was not enough. Karen needed 
permanent changes - drastic changes. She researched all 
she could about body modifications, especially extremes 
practiced by tribes in Africa. Sandra's body would 
become Karen's sculpture, molding through time and 
tension into a mockery of the female figure. Karen was 
amazed at the limits skin could be stretched to over 
time, and she imagined all kinds of possibilities for 
Sandra, it just required patience.

"The good news Sandra, is that I'm going to take some 
of those safety pins out." Karen spoke as she forced 
Sandra to lay on her back. Straddling Sandra, Karen 
began removing the safety pins from the nipples, this 
made Sandra to grimace in pain as they were still 
extremely sensitive. Cotton balls dipped in the alcohol 
caused Sandra to yelp as Karen rubbed the stinging 
liquid over the piercings. "The bad news is that I'm 
replacing them with something that will be much more 
uncomfortable." 

Karen reached into the bag and pulled out two large 
brass rings. The rings had a hinge on them that allowed 
them to open, revealing a pointed end that slipped into 
the other end when closed, this made the rings much 
more ominous. Sandra's eyes widened when she caught 
sight of this, and she intuitively began struggling to 
throw Karen off her. While Sandra's mind knew she 
shouldn't be doing this, but her reflexes would not 
stop as she thrashed and whimpered. 

"Stop it!" Karen yelled and slugged Sandra hard in the 
face. "You know I will make this much worse if you keep 
this up bitch!" Sandra was dazed from the punch and 
while her mind swam through the pain and tried to 
collect it's wits, she felt Karen grab her nipple and 
pull hard. The pointed end of the ring met resistance 
at first, and Karen had to twist back and forth to work 
the end through the tiny hole left by the safety pin. 
Blood began to ooze from the nipple as Karen kept 
skewering, and Sandra began to cry in pain as the 
feelings from the nipple overtook the pain from the 
punch.

Finally the full circumference of the metal was through 
the hole and allowed Karen to snap the ring closed. She 
then worked the ring further through so the hinge side 
of the ring was almost up to the nipple. Sandra 
screamed as Karen then poured alcohol over the her 
handiwork. "That's one!" Karen gleefully chirped as she 
rubbed her soaking pussy on Sandra's stomach. 

Karen stood up and removed her wet panties, freeing her 
bush for more intimate contact. She sat back down and 
bunched up the panties in a ball and stuffed them in 
Sandra's mouth. "I can't have you yelling like a 
banshee while I'm trying to work here." Karen began 
working on the other nipple, duplicating her efforts 
like it was some task she had done a thousand times, 
however this time she exploded when she poured on the 
alcohol, drenching Sandra's stomach with her juice as 
they both screamed in unison. 

Gauze bandages were taped to Sandra's nipples to soak 
up the blood. Karen then turned her attentions to 
Sandra's pussy. Reversing her position, Karen placed 
her pussy over Sandra's face and laid down on top of 
her so that they were in a sixty-nine position. This 
put pressure from Karen's stomach onto Sandra's 
stinging nipples causing further distress. Karen was 
able in this position to get an extreme close-up view 
or her work, and produced another larger ring and a 
small chain about a foot long. 

The ring was of the same type she had used on Sandra's 
nipples and Karen opened it up to spear the labia. A 
fresh pain hit Sandra as she squirmed underneath her 
tormentor, but this just caused more juice to flow out 
of Karen's pussy and onto Sandra's face. There was 
nothing to do but try to accept the pain and pray it 
was over soon, yet Sandra could not help but scream 
into the panties crammed into her mouth. 

The ring finally was fit through the hole in Sandra's 
labia and clamped shut. Karen then attached the chain 
to the ring, relishing in the torment this was causing 
her slave. This same process was done all over again 
for the other labia lip, so now Sandra had two rings 
with two chains that dangled from her pussy. 

Reaching into the bag, Karen brought out two small but 
heavy brass bells. The bells were about three inches 
tall and clipped onto the chains, and Sandra could only 
hear the ringing as Karen attached them. Sandra was 
confused by the sound... what could she be doing now? 
"There!" Karen proclaimed with great pride, and she 
gave the ring a quick tug listening to the squeal that 
produced. There was not nearly as much blood from the 
labia rings as the nipples, Karen was able to stop the 
flow with a few dabs of cotton, yet she taped gauze 
around them anyways knowing that when Sandra stood up 
it would stretch the piercings to their limit. 

"Ok! Let's see you now. Stand up!" Karen motioned 
Sandra to get up like she was motioning a model to 
begin her show. Sandra slowly moved her body into an 
upright sitting position. "Come on! I don't have all 
fucking day!" Karen yelled as Sandra began to stand, 
feeling the full weight of the bells pulling on her 
pussy as they lifted off the ground. It seemed to 
Sandra that the rings were going to either tear through 
her lips or rip her labia right out. Then there was the 
obscene ringing as the bells swung to and fro, and 
Karen laughed and clapped at the sight. One chain was 
longer, preventing the bells from hitting each other 
but any movement at all caused them to obsessively 
ring. 

The tears were streaming down Sandra's face as she 
watched Karen strut over and pick up a black phallus 
with a hose and rubber ball sticking out of it. Karen 
then inserted this into Sandra's sore pussy and began 
to pump it by squeezing the ball... it was an 
inflatable dildo. Sandra felt like she was going to rip 
open as Karen pumped the dildo to the limit. 

"You will keep this inside you for now on. It would be 
difficult and you may be able to pee with this inside, 
but I forbid it, if you need to pee you will have to 
ring your little bells to get my attention. If I hear 
you I will take this out so you can pee, understand?" 
Karen waited for a response but all she got was 
Sandra's sobbing. SMACK! Karen slapped Sandra hard 
across her face. "UNDERSTAND?!" Sandra nodded her head 
up and down and her legs were quivering, she could 
barely stand because of the pain. 

"Oh! One more thing..." Karen reached into her bag 
again. This time she pulled out two clips, and attached 
them to the rings on Sandra's nipples. On each clip she 
placed several magnets, which added painful weight to 
her already throbbing mammories. This started more 
blood to flow, but was absorbed into the gauze 
bandages. 

Karen stepped back and took in the full view of her 
tortured slave. She stood and eyed Sandra for a full 
minute, drinking in the humiliation and pain. Karen 
turned and started walking towards the stairway but 
stopped. She was eyeing a missing poster of Sandra that 
she had placed on the wall a few days ago. The fresh 
smiling face on the poster hardly resembled the 
quivering waif behind her with the ringing bells. 
Sandra collapsed crying out in pain and spitting out 
the panties from her mouth. 

Karen turned one more time looking back at Sandra. 
"Remember to ring your little bells if you need to pee. 
Goodnight!" Walking upstairs Karen was already 
contemplating the fine video she would get from this 
session. Yes, it was going to be a DVD that would get a 
lot of use. 

Keeping the audio on low, Karen heard the gentle 
jingling of the bells all day long, it reminded her of 
a faint wind chime. At one point in the day the bells 
began ringing in a more persistent manner, Karen rushed 
to the monitor to view the spectacle... Sandra was 
slightly squatting down and swinging her hips back and 
forth, a grimace of pain on her face. This delighted 
Karen to no end, and she stood and watched as Sandra 
became more frantic and desperate to get Karen's 
attention. 

Karen knew that Sandra would wait until the very last 
moment to try to ring the bells, and who could blame 
her... it was humiliating and one never knew what 
torments Karen would bring when she came to "help". 
Finally Karen had enough laughs at Sandra's expense and 
headed down to relieve her. She decided to simply strip 
down naked for this instead of putting on another 
outfit, after all this was an emergency. 

"You have to go pee-pee?" Karen asked mockingly as she 
reached for the valve holding the air inside the dildo. 
"I'm going to let the air out, but you had better hold 
it in until you walk over to the drain, I don't want 
all your stinking piss on my floor." Sandra felt like 
the piss was literally being pulled out of her as the 
dildo was deflated, she tried desperately to run and 
make it to the drain but was unable to hold it in. 
Squealing like a frightened child, she let loose a 
stream as she ran, and noticed that Karen had already 
picked up a bull whip and was moving towards her. The 
rest of the flow splashed off her bells and went down 
the drain. 

"Please, Please Karen, I'll clean it all up I promise!" 
Sandra pleaded. "I know you will, now get on your knees 
and start cleaning!" Karen barked as she raised the 
whip. Sandra knew that there wasn't going to be any 
rags to clean this with, she was going to be expected 
to use her tongue. Gingerly Sandra began to lick up her 
pee, but apparently it wasn't fast enough for Karen as 
the bull whip stuck Sandra in the ass. Sandra yelped as 
she picked up the pace, slurping up the liquid like a 
woman dieing of thirst. 

As Sandra finished her awful task, Karen walked over 
standing above her, and squatted down to place her 
dripping pussy just above Sandra's mouth. "You piss on 
my floor and I piss in your mouth, that's the way it 
works. Open." Karen let loose a heavy stream of pee 
into Sandra's mouth causing the girl to gag. "You WILL 
swallow all of it!" Karen spat as Sandra tried to keep 
up with the flood. It was obvious that Karen had been 
holding it in for a long time as the flow seemed 
endless to Sandra, she tried to suppress her gag reflex 
and not think about what she was actually doing. 

Finally the stream subsided and Karen placed her 
dripping pussy directly on Sandra's mouth. "You know 
what to do now." Karen gently spoke as she felt 
Sandra's extra long tongue reach far up into her vagina 
– farther than it had ever been before. Her mind swam 
with images of all the events of the last day, bringing 
her to a fantastic climax and letting loose fluid over 
Sandra's face... cum or pee, or a mixture of both, it 
was hard for Karen to tell... but it didn't really 
matter. All that mattered now was this moment. And the 
moment was delicious. 


Bloom: Part 8 – The Gift


It was one of those days. Every once in a while Sandra 
would get hysterical. She couldn't control it, it would 
just come, usually when she awoke during the night. On 
occasion the reality and hopelessness of the situation 
got the best of her and Sandra couldn't stop crying. 
Sometimes this would last most of the day, wearing her 
out even more than usual. She looked down at her 
nipples that were now stretched hideously from the 
weight, hanging down and elongating day by day. 

The weight was taking a toll on her breasts as a whole 
also – they were getting so stretched and deformed that 
they were now looking like deflated balloons. And to 
think that before this nightmare had begun, they had 
been her pride and joy! They had been shapely and firm 
and seldom failed to catch men's eyes. Now look at them 
– horridly stretched with those saggy loops that had 
once been perky nipples at the end. Could these ever be 
repaired? Her labia was stretched too, the lips were 
now at least six inches long! How would she ever turn a 
man on again... IF she ever got out of this horror? 

Sandra didn't have any idea how long the weights and 
bells had been on... two months? Six months? She had no 
idea of time anymore. Was Karen giving her some kind of 
drug or was Sandra just slowly going insane? It was 
amazing how your mind could race while you cried.

Sandra began to pretend that Karen's sarcastic 
compliments were real, she pretended that Karen did 
care for her, and that this was for the best. Sometimes 
she could even believe it, and for a while the day 
would be tolerable... but then the damn reality would 
hit her. Her life before this would show itself in the 
mirror, only to be replaced with the reflection of the 
ugly thing... the bald, skinny, deformed waif that 
cried constantly. Oh, how she hated Karen when she had 
the strength to consider her fate honestly. 

This twisted and perverted woman was taking SUCH 
pleasure in ruining Sandra for life. Karen had become 
bigger than life to Sandra – no longer human, but some 
demon that could portray itself as an angel when it 
wanted. Maybe Karen's goal was to ruin Sandra's body 
and spirit, and then would let her go – she would 
finally be free! No... again, when Sandra had the 
strength to be honest with herself, she knew that this 
was a pipe dream. Sometimes hope was the enemy.

Things were much better for Karen. She was changing, 
no, transforming Sandra, not only on the outside, but 
Karen could tell Sandra's mind was changing too. Sure 
it was a bit of the Stockholm Syndrome, but it was also 
something else. Sandra was beginning to accept things. 
But Karen was always suspicious, never letting her 
guard down. Anyways, total compliance wouldn't be any 
fun.

Today was a very special day indeed! Karen had baked a 
cake for the occasion and put on a black camigarter and 
thong with red hearts stitched in. She slipped on her 
red pumps and grabbed the cake and a candle, and headed 
downstairs. Humming to herself as she placed the cake 
on the stretching table, Karen stuck the candle in the 
cake and lit it. 

"Do you know what day it is Sandra?" Karen asked with 
obvious excitement. Sandra didn't know but assumed it 
was Karen's birthday or some other special occasion of 
Karen's. "Oh come on you silly ninny! Guess!" Karen 
mocked. A faint "Birthday" was Sandra's reply as she 
stared at the ground. God, it made her sick that Karen 
would dress so scantily when she was happy, and she had 
begun to get aroused by Karen when dressed like this... 
nauseating! "No dummy! It's our anniversary!" Karen 
clapped her hands together. "We met one year ago today! 
Happy anniversary!" 

Sandra tried to show no emotion as she continued to 
stare at the ground, but tears began to well up in her 
eyes. Oh my god... a whole year. Karen gave Sandra a 
big kiss shoving her tongue deep into Sandra's mouth. 
She pulled on the loops that Sandra's nipples had 
become, forcing Sandra, gasping, closer to her. "We're 
going to watch some videos together!" Karen whispered 
into Sandra's ear.

Karen un-cuffed Sandra and bent her over the table, 
locking her wrists in an uncomfortable position far up 
towards the middle. Sandra could hear what sounded like 
belt buckles jingling behind her and cringed waiting 
for a belt to strike her ass. Still waiting, the 
television popped to life in front of her. The image 
was a shaky hand-held street shot from inside a 
vehicle. It was outside the English building where 
Sandra used to go to class... and out the door came 
Sandra. Karen's voice on the tape simply said "There 
she is."

Sandra felt the oversized strap-on burst into her anus 
like a knife. It ripped and tore as Karen forcefully 
thrust it again and again into Sandra's quivering ass. 
Sandra screamed as the video cut to an interior shot of 
herself lying in the basement waking up for the first 
time. She continued to watch the video in an effort to 
keep her mind off the awful pain that was like fire. 

Karen was thrusting faster now, as excitement surged up 
within her. She herself was having a hard time standing 
as the fury with which she pounded her pelvis into 
Sandra was causing her to lose her footing. It was 
tough because without direct clitoral stimulation, 
using a strap-on required an immense amount of work to 
achieve a decent orgasm. She had to pound and pound 
that dildo into Sandra's ass with increasing fervor. 

Finally, thinking about what had become of that 
irritatingly pretty girl in the video, the familiar 
flood began to rise... and the pounding... became a 
pounding in her heart and ears... she was on auto-pilot 
now... and the dam burst releasing the delicious 
waters, causing her to moan loudly covering up the 
sounds of the sobbing in front of her. 

Karen withdrew and un-buckled the now bloody strap-on. 
Wobbly legs carried Karen upstairs as she left to pour 
herself a celebratory drink and relax. The dreadful 
video was still playing as Sandra remained the captive 
audience. Although she looked away from the video, she 
could not keep out the screams emanating from the 
television. That appalling day one year ago continued 
to play out its horrors in front of Sandra.

Karen relaxed with a glass of her favorite Burgundy. 
She scoured the newspaper for some article about the 
disappearance of Sandra, surely there must be something 
on the anniversary. Karen kept all the clippings she 
could find in a scrapbook... it was another trophy that 
brought her pleasure. She was beginning to become angry 
at the lack of coverage when she saw it... an 
interview. An interview with Sandra's family talking 
about the devastation in their lives and the loss and 
the unanswered questions. 

There was a photograph of the family sitting on a 
couch, probably a Christmas photo, Sandra's mother and 
father, her brother, Sandra, and... her sister. At 
first Karen though the sister was Sandra, but then it 
was apparent she was a bit younger. Karen traced the 
outline of the sister with her nail, searching the 
article for a name. 

Sheila.

Beautiful Sheila.

What fun they all could have! The Keller girls and her! 
The wheels were spinning furiously, could she take the 
chance? Maybe she was pushing her luck. Karen strolled 
out to her garden thinking and pondering... and there, 
like the Oracle, was her answer. It was willed to be. 
The magic bush had exploded with a throng of new black 
heads, all stretching towards Karen as if she was the 
sun that gave them life. 

Karen could almost see them growing at her, in a 
strained effort to touch her. She fed them the touch 
they needed, crying and caressing them like little 
pets. If they could make a sound they would be purring, 
Karen was certain. Yes. Sheila would be Karen's gift to 
Sandra... an awful/wonderful gift... a gift that kept 
on giving. An anniversary present!

It had been several days since the anniversary, and 
Karen had begun to act strangely. She was distracted 
Sandra was sure, but also excited. This was of grave 
concern to Sandra as any deviation in Karen's mood was 
likely a bad omen of things to come (this learned from 
brutal experience). 

If this held true, something major was in the works. 
Sandra dared not think too much about it, but she found 
it hard to ignore her internal alarms. Then Karen 
started disappearing for long stretches of time and 
seemed to not be interested in tormenting Sandra. 
Sometimes Karen would not even cum when Sandra was 
forced to lick her, the distraction too great. Karen 
would then simply leave. It was disturbing.

One day Karen didn't show at all. Sandra knew it was a 
day, because she was able to keep rudimentary time. 
Using sounds she was able to tell what time of day it 
was. The water softener ran its cycle at around 7am 
Sandra believed. Another noise in the pipes signaled 
sometime in the evening... around 9 or 10pm. Sandra 
didn't know what the noise was, only that it was like 
clockwork. So Karen was gone. What if she was in an 
accident? Sandra could be down here for days without 
water. However much she hated Karen, Sandra's life 
depended on her. Like it or not Karen was Sandra's 
caregiver.

Eventually loud thumping noises upstairs woke Sandra 
from a dream. What nightmare had Karen brought home 
with her? Maybe it was a coffin? Maybe Karen was going 
to go all the way with her fantasy and arrive at the 
inevitable end... killing Sandra. The basement door 
opened and Sandra saw Karen's legs. She was dragging 
something down the stairs... it looked like something 
in a sleeping bag... it looked like a body.

If it was a body Karen was being awful careful with it, 
and why drag a body down here, why not just bury it? 
Karen dragged the body over to the other side of the 
basement, reached down and attached a chain to the leg. 
The person was alive! Sandra's heart was racing. Misery 
loves company, but she wouldn't wish this experience on 
anyone. Oh god! What if it was Tom? But that wasn't a 
man's leg. Karen left without so much as a glance at 
Sandra.

Hours passed. Sandra had been staring with awe at the 
unconscious form at the other end of the basement. She 
watched the almost imperceptible movements of the 
breathing... her own heart racing. Who was that poor 
soul? Was this her replacement? Maybe the police would 
have some leads with another abduction... maybe Karen 
slipped up! 

It was exciting but depressing at the same time. At 
least there would be a change. Sandra could actually 
talk to someone! Sandra finally came to the realization 
that she was more pleased about this new development 
than disturbed. Perhaps Karen would focus her sadistic 
tortures on this new victim instead of herself. 
Sandra's mind was racing as heard Karen descend the 
stairs. 

Karen was naked and was smiling at Sandra like the 
Cheshire Cat. She walked up to Sandra and began to 
stroke her face. Sandra could already smell Karen's 
sex, as she was obviously fully aroused. "You've been 
keeping secrets." Karen purred. Sandra was now shaking, 
she knew the hammer was about to hit. Karen laughed and 
began to walk towards the unconscious body. "You didn't 
tell me you had such a pretty sister!"


Bloom: Part 9 – Sheila


No! NO!!!! It can't be!

Whatever was left of Sandra's life began to crumble 
away. She began to whine like a beaten puppy. She sank 
to her knees as Karen bent down on hers and began to 
unwrap the girl. "So pretty!" Karen stroked the girls 
face. Sandra couldn't see the girl clear but knew... it 
was Sheila. Her little sister Sheila. She would be 
raped, tortured and broken, becoming another toy for 
Karen's pleasure.

"NO!!!!" Sandra screamed. "You filthy bitch!! You piece 
of shit, get your fucking hands off my sister!!" She 
was sobbing now. "Kill me! Do anything but please don't 
do this to her!" Sandra cried louder than she ever had 
before, she was becoming hysterical. Karen was drinking 
this in as she lowered her cunt onto Sheila's face and 
began rubbing. Faster and faster Karen rubbed and then 
stopped. She then let out a stream of piss onto the 
unconscious girls face and mouth. Karen then smiled at 
Sandra. "Just marking my belongings!"

Sheila

There was total confusion and she couldn't breathe. Her 
body reacted in reflex, coughing the warm salty liquid 
out. Was she drowning? She heard yelling... someone was 
arguing. It was not time for her body to wake up yet 
though. 

More sleep.

An hour passed, Sheila stirred and began to come 
around. What had happened? She remembered getting up 
this morning, breakfast and the store. Yes she was 
shopping. Then that woman. But it was dark now, where 
was she? Wait... go back. That woman. She said 
something important. She said something about Sandra! 
Yes, she said that Sandra was still alive and knew 
something about where she was, and the woman was 
scared. The woman was taking a risk telling her this, 
and they must hurry. What if it was true? Why would she 
be lying? Maybe she lived with the man who took Sandra, 
and maybe this woman was a victim too? The woman was 
trying to help.

No, they couldn't go to the police... they had to 
hurry! He would be back soon. The woman spoke in a 
quick whisper. Please, she begged, act natural... she 
had a black Lexis parked around the corner... get in 
the passenger side and wait... they can't be seen 
together. She would come out in a couple minutes. Don't 
let anyone see you get in the car. Could she believe 
this?

Sheila did this, and trusted in the woman. She could 
take her if she tried anything, Sheila was an athletic 
woman, and besides... she had her gun. It was a Raven 
25, a very small and light pocket gun. She had carried 
it since she purchased it two months after Sandra's 
disappearance. The same thing was NOT going to happen 
to her. She could not legally carry it, but that hadn't 
stopped her, she made a false bottom in her purse that 
would prevent the gun from being spotted in any quick 
search. So Sheila got in the passenger side of the 
Lexis and waited.

Could Sandra really be alive? Sheila had known she was, 
Elizabeth Smart had proven that you never give up hope.

Maybe the woman was just crazy, or perhaps this was 
some sick joke. Sheila saw the woman exit the store in 
the side mirror. The woman was attractive and was well 
dressed... she sure didn't seem crazy. The woman got in 
and quickly pulled the car out. "Did anyone see you?" 
the woman nervously asked. "No, I'm certain," replied 
Sheila. 

"Lay your seat down, I don't want him to see anyone 
else in the car," the woman spoke as she dug for 
something in her purse. Sheila looked and found the 
lever and laid the seat down. "Now what is this about? 
What do you know about my sister?" Sheila was becoming 
agitated. The woman reached over towards her. "I'll 
show you!" Sheila only heard the zap of the stun gun.

That horrible taste in her mouth... was that piss?? Oh 
God! Sheila started spitting in order to rid her mouth 
of what was left of the taste. There was urine all over 
her clothes.

"Sheila?"

A voice came from the darkness and startled her... but 
the voice was gentle and familiar. "Sheila, it's me 
Sandra!" 

Sheila was too startled at first to answer. "Sheila, 
it's Sandra! Can you hear me?" Could it still be some 
kind of trick? Sheila whispered... "Sandra? Oh my god!" 
The disembodied voice in the darkness began to quiver, 
"Sheila, I love you!" 

Sheila attempted to rise to her feet but was still too 
dizzy to keep her balance. "Sandra, are you ok? 
Everyone thought you were dead! I knew you were alive! 
I knew you wouldn't leave me!" Sheila's own voice began 
to break up, "Please Sandra, are you ok?" There was a 
chain around Sheila's ankle. She was a prisoner. But 
her sister was alive. The mixture of emotions was 
confusing, plus she was still drugged. 

"I'm... ok... I'm alive" replied Sandra, "I'm so sorry 
you're here." Sheila had a thousand questions for her 
sister "Please Tell me what happened." Sandra began to 
recite her sordid tale to her sister, skipping some of 
the more brutal aspects, no need to frighten her yet. 
Besides, she had a thousand questions of her own for 
Sheila.

After learning the horrible truth of her sisters 
situation, and her own, Sheila began to fill Sandra in 
on all the events since her disappearance. The 
searching, the agony, the questions, the slowing ebb of 
interest. There were no leads, but Sheila had never 
given up. She began to live her life as Sandra had. She 
became who her big sister was. Sheila went to the same 
school, took the same classes, developed the same 
friendships. She would keep Sandra's place until her 
big sister could return. 

It got to the point that her parents confronted her, 
but Sheila wouldn't be dismayed... and in a certain way 
it was kind of a false comfort to them. Sheila retraced 
Sandra's final known steps a thousand times, as if 
doing it enough would reach into Sandra's mind. The 
doubters were proven wrong. Here was the proof; here 
she was locked up in the same basement as Sandra.

In this moment however, even chained in a cellar with 
an uncertain fate, Sheila would want to be nowhere 
else. She was with her sister again. In this moment, 
that was all that mattered. Sheila was beginning to 
make out the outline of Sandra as her eyes began to 
adjust to the darkness, but how she longed to see her 
sister's face again. She felt around and paced the 
circumference of her freedom, and she stumbled on 
something soft... her purse. Could it be? She dropped 
to her knees and went for the prized object hidden in 
the false bottom. 

Gone.

The lights exploded to life like a million suns. Sheila 
cried out in shock and shielded her eyes. The footsteps 
of Karen began to descend the stairs, and Sheila peeked 
through her hands at the dark figure slinking towards 
her, carrying her gun. "Looking for this?" Karen 
chuckled. 

Karen was dressed in a cat suit, but not any cat 
suit... this one was very special. As a little girl, 
Karen had admired Julie Newmar as the Catwoman from the 
campy Batman TV show. Admired her so much that she 
emulated her movements and speech, each Halloween there 
was no question what Karen would be wearing. As Karen 
matured, she never lost that fascination. She even 
purchased an expensive replica of the outfit with the 
original material, Lurex. It was black, but as few 
people knew, it had blue threads running through it, 
and the overall effect was more of a purple color. 

The Lurex was able to form-fit much better than cheap 
vinyl or even leather. The silly leather outfits of 
Michelle Pfeiffer and Holly Berry were mockeries, it 
was disgusting to watch them parade around claiming to 
be Catwoman. No, the most famous Dom in the world was 
and always would be Julie Newmar. Sexy and feminine. 
When Karen poured herself into her cat suit, she became 
the real Catwoman.

Sheila could hardly tear her eyes from the wicked woman 
coming towards her, but diverted her attention to 
Sandra. The shock of Sandra's deplorable state took her 
breath away, and tears welled up in her eyes. Sandra 
looked... well, saggy. She was bald, but had peach fuzz 
growing back in. She was kneeling so it was hard to 
tell, but it looked like her labia was stretched out on 
the ground in front of her and attached to... bells? 
Sheila almost became sick at the sight. And she could 
hardly call what was attached to Sandra's chest 
breasts. Her tits were stretched so much that they 
looked like deflated balloons. 

Sandra looked back with shame, sorrow, but mostly dread 
in her eyes as Sheila took in the appalling sight. 
Sandra looked more completely broken than Sheila had 
ever imagined a person could. As the two sisters looked 
at each other in silence, the third woman in the room 
fed off their despair. Karen had been waiting for this 
moment... to the point that she was shaky with 
anticipation. To see the look in both sisters' eyes, as 
they understood the situation and reality crashed in... 
Sheila seeing what had become of her sister, and Sandra 
knowing the games Karen was capable of with them both. 

Karen relished the moment when Sheila saw her sister's 
condition and look of dread in her eyes, she realized 
what her own fate was going to be! Karen felt that 
taking that beauty and sex appeal from Sandra had made 
herself sexier – she may have been just imagining it, 
but she felt that she was seeing a younger, sexier body 
in the mirror these days. Imagine what impact ruining 
the even sexier younger sister would have!

Even though she thought she had prepared herself, Karen 
was not ready for the electric jolt of the 
extraordinary orgasm that ripped through her when she 
took in the image of the two sisters, one thoroughly 
broken and one coming to grips with her situation, 
silently gazing at each other. 

Sheila had no idea what was wrong with the woman. "You 
can call me Karen. I told you I'd show you your 
sister." Karen purred as she placed the gun down and 
retrieved the cattle prod from the box along the wall. 
"You sick fuck," Sheila replied, "How the hell could 
you enjoy doing this? Do you even realize how fucked up 
you are?" Karen continued towards the girl, cornering 
her at the end of Sheila's chain. 

"I'm not fucked up, I'm free. Are you?" Karen spat as 
the prod hit Sheila in the chest. The force knocked 
Sheila on her back, and she tried to scream but no 
sound came out. "Now shut up and take your clothes off. 
Do it slowly..." 

Karen breathed and hoarsely said, "Strip for me." 

Sheila looked over at her sister for direction, but 
Sandra was hanging her head, trying not to look. Maybe 
all it took was a little titillation to satisfy this 
woman and she wouldn't do such terrible things, maybe 
her sister was not fulfilling that need. But this was 
the woman who must have pissed in her mouth, and she 
knew she was dealing with one screwed up bitch.

Sheila started to take off her clothes as slowly as she 
felt she could get away with, but another jolt of 
maddening pain hit her. "I said strip for me! Make it 
good! Karen was rubbing herself through her cat suit as 
she watched her new toy reveal herself for the first 
time. There were so many things they could all do 
together it was hard to focus on one idea. Just the 
thought of Sandra watching in despair behind her was 
enough to take her to the edge alone... but here Karen 
had a fresh, untouched canvas to work with. Another 
soul to break. Maybe she could make them compete 
against each other... or turn them against themselves. 

Karen simply masturbated watching the girl strip and 
dreaming of all the possibilities. She had already 
cummed in her cat suit only moments before, but this 
one seemed just as powerful. When the rush came, it 
caused Karen to become dangerously vulnerable, as she 
lost control of herself for a few seconds. Luckily, 
Sheila only looked at her with disbelief, and Karen 
regained control. "Just how much have you missed your 
sister?" she asked as she walked up with the 
chloroform-soaked cloth.

When Sheila awoke, she was lying on the floor and was 
wrapped tightly in cellophane so she could not budge. 
However, that was not nearly as unpleasant as the metal 
– what was it, a dental tool? – keeping her mouth open 
painfully wide. What was worse was that it felt like 
each side of the jawbreaker was attached securely to 
the floor, so she could not turn her head at all – she 
was stuck looking straight up at... oh God! 

Sandra was hovering above her suspended, tilted a 
little forward so that she could look at her little 
sister lying immobile below her. She was suspended by 
her knees – forcing her legs excruciatingly wide – and 
her elbows, tied together behind her back, suspended 
her. Her stretched labia hung down and the bells that 
had been attached to the rings Karen had installed were 
replaced with Sheila's earrings.

Sheila shrieked at the site of her sister spread 
gruesomely above her and the earrings attached to her 
labia dangling so much closer to her face. "I see 
you're awake! I hope you aren't too uncomfortable," 
Karen said. Sheila tried to move her head to look at 
Karen, but was secured much to tight. She tried to ask 
"What the hell are you doing?" but all that came out 
was gargled nonsense. 

Karen appeared to get the gist, nonetheless. "Just 
trying to make your reunion as joyous as possible. You 
and your sister are going to spend the night together, 
just as soon as I get your earrings back on your ears. 
Then I can get a good night's sleep knowing I have done 
a good deed!" Karen purred. 

Both Sandra and Sheila began to scream in futile 
protest as Karen lowered Sandra until her pussy lips 
were lying across Sheila's tear-streaked face. Karen 
hummed sweetly under the clamor as she put Sheila's 
earrings, still attached to Sandra's labia, back on 
Sheila's ears, stretching her pussy completely over 
Sheila's face and wide-open mouth. She paused as 
another orgasm rocked her to dizziness. "Good night, 
girls." Karen crooned once everything was in place, 
"I'm going to get a good, long night's sleep. It's been 
such a day! I'm completely exhausted!" She turned off 
the light as she went up the stairwell.


Bloom: Part 10 – Steel nerves


Sheila could not believe the horror her life had 
suddenly become – a horror that had been her sister's 
alone until very recently. Now here she was, joining 
her sister at the mercy of a true monster – a woman who 
was sick to her bones. Right now, she had her big 
sister's gruesomely stretched cunt stretched tight over 
her face, and a dental gag stretching her mouth 
painfully wide, so anything that came from her sister 
would end up on her tongue. 

Sheila's stomach rolled with nausea at the situation – 
both she and Sandra were helpless, stuck together so 
indecently by those earrings! How was she going to make 
it 5 minutes like this, let alone all night??? At least 
that satanic bitch from hell had left, and the darkness 
of the room was merciful, so Sheila just had to endure 
and concentrate on keeping her tongue still. 

"Oops, silly me!" Karen said as she came back 
downstairs and turned on the lights once again. "I'm so 
exhausted, I don't know how long I'll sleep, so I don't 
want you darlings to get thirsty." Karen was lugging 
what looked to be a giant-size, translucent enema bag 
with a tube attached. Only Sandra saw this, since 
Sheila's face was full of Sandra's pride. 

Sandra filled with dread, realizing that she was going 
to experience a repeating ordeal of trying her best to 
hold her bladder and keep from filling Sheila's mouth 
with urine, then losing the battle and having to use 
her sister's mouth like a toilet, all the while having 
to drink more and more from this enormous bag that 
Karen had brought. She knew Karen was going to leave 
them in this condition for a very long while. 

Sandra began sobbing anew at the knowledge that her 
little sister had joined her fate and Karen, whistling, 
brought out several pair of dirty panties to pack 
Sandra's mouth to keep the tube from the water bag in 
place. Sandra had learned not to struggle – she was 
broken and simply complied, full of dread, as Karen 
positioned her head to tape in the tube and special 
packing, and then labored to hang the bag above to 
ensure a continuous flow. If Sheila knew what Karen was 
setting up, Sandra couldn't tell, but she would learn 
soon enough. Tears flowed down Sandra's cheeks as Karen 
ascended the stairs again. Karen truly was exhausted.

Several weeks later...

Karen had decided it was time to do something 
profoundly cruel, to take things further than ever 
before. She found her answer on Ebay. Looking in the 
antiques medical section, she had come across a few 
gems... but nothing like this. As always she put in an 
extremely high bid so there was no question of who 
would win, Karen hated losing. Having it shipped was 
also very expensive; it was very big and heavy. Her 
present would arrive in the next few days.

In the meantime Karen began to prepare a place for the 
project to happen. In the basement underneath the study 
was room about 12 x 20 ft. It was an open room and 
Karen would have preferred there to be a wall and a 
doorway to keep it private... she didn't want the 
Keller sisters to know what she was up to, it was going 
to be a horrific surprise. A trip to the fabric store 
provided Karen with the quick solution of a large 
curtain blocking the view. It now looked like a stage 
show, which suited Karen just fine. A lot of the magic 
would be in the presentation.

Every item Karen brought downstairs and into the room 
had to be wrapped up to shield it from the prying eyes. 
Oh there were dying to know what she was up to, Karen 
was certain, but a flash of a smile was all she would 
feed them. This would be a show that would haunt their 
nightmares. 

Finally it arrived. The smaller box Karen took 
downstairs immediately. Even this one was surprisingly 
heavy. The large box was another thing all together. 
How in the hell was she going to get this heavy 
monstrosity down the stairs with no help? She could 
take it out of the box and cover it, but the shape 
would still give it away and it was still too heavy. 

Dismantling it was out of the question, the hydraulics 
were too complicated... who knew they had hydraulics in 
these things back in the late 1800's? Damn. Karen 
finally decided that she needed to keep it in the box 
and slide it down the stairs using some kind of pulley 
system. 

At the hardware store she found a good pulley and rope. 
Karen then bolted the pulley to the kitchen island just 
in front of the basement door, this would allow her to 
slowly ease the box down the stairs and hopefully not 
rip out the island while doing it. It worked, and Karen 
was proud of her ingenuity, she was becoming quite 
adept at using tools... soon she would have to learn 
how to use another tool.

Sheila watched Sandra's reactions as Karen toiled away 
at her new project. Sandra was obviously terrified as 
to what was going to happen. Sheila was still under the 
false impression that Karen could be reasoned with at 
some level, but Sandra had no such delusions... and she 
knew the depth of Karen's depravity. Karen was very 
obviously excited and the lack of attention she was 
giving the sisters was testament to the seriousness of 
events to come. 

A pumping noise was coming from behind the curtain 
followed by the sound of air being let out... what was 
going on? Sandra thought of the inflatable dildo, but 
this was much more mechanical. These noises stopped and 
then a new sound: squeak... squeak... squeak. The 
squeaking would speed up and then slow down; Karen was 
learning how to operate something.

Karen eventually emerged with pieces of wood from the 
crate. "Done!" she informed the two captives. Placing a 
chair in the middle of the basement, Karen spoke to the 
sisters as she sat down. "I'm afraid that one of you is 
going to be in for some serious pain, however, I'm 
going to let you ladies pick which one it's going to 
be." Karen brushed some of the dust from her jeans as 
she spoke. "Be aware that this is going to be quite... 
how should I put it... intense, for both of us. It will 
leave some permanent damage so choose wisely. I'm going 
to go up and take a bath, then the three of us need to 
have a little chat." Karen got up and began hauling the 
wood scraps up the stairs.

Once upstairs Karen drew her bath water and turned on 
the monitor, as she definitely wanted to hear this 
discussion. The sisters were already disagreeing as 
Karen slipped into the soapy bubbles. Sheila was 
arguing that Sandra had gone through enough torture; at 
least she could take some of the pain away from her. 
Sheila loved her, and was in good shape, and could take 
the pain better than her ruined sister. But Sandra 
would hear nothing of it. 

Sandra knew pain well now. There was still a chance for 
Sheila, but what chance did she have? She would already 
need a plastic surgeon to fix her up, what was one more 
mutilation? Sandra had already resigned herself to the 
way she looked, but she didn't think she could bear 
watching the same happen to Sheila. Sandra lied and 
told her sister that she was able to distance herself 
from the pain, it was easy now. In reality Sandra was 
never able to divorce herself from Karen's dreadful 
torments.

Karen was fingering herself as she listened to the 
conversation, and she herself was torn. While it would 
be exciting to start with Sheila and rip into fresh 
meat, furthering Sandra's bodily damage would be 
fantastic. It really came down to this being a physical 
torture for one, and emotional torture for the other. 
This whole idea was brilliant. 

Karen's fingers slipped in and out of her aching pussy, 
as she worked herself into the drama that was unfolding 
in her monitor. This was all on a whim of hers. She 
alone controlled both the sister's lives; it was her 
decision ultimately. Whichever one they picked she 
could simply over rule it or drag them both in there. 
It was like being God, or more accurately, a goddess. 
Not wanting to cum, Karen shut off the monitor. She 
needed all her energy for the event; besides, this was 
all on tape... plenty time to watch it later.

There was no reason to put on an outfit today, Karen 
would simply have to remove it, plus she didn't want 
any blood to ruin a good set of lingerie. Naked was 
best, plus who knew what was going to happen. It was 
exciting and Karen's heart was pounding as she 
descended the stairs. The sister's conversation was 
abruptly ended as they caught sight of Karen. "Well, I 
hope you two have decided, as I am raring to get 
going!" Karen walked over to the chest and grabbed the 
stun gun. "Ok! Who's it going to be?" 

As expected both women offered themselves as victims. 
Karen sighed. "Now, I'm going to ask that question 
again. If I don't hear a clear decision I will drag you 
two in there together and you will both regret it! Who 
is going to play with me??" Sandra stared hard at 
Sheila and offered herself again. This time there was 
no counter offer. 

"Wonderful!" Karen turned towards Sandra and unbuckled 
her leg chain. "Sandra, the doctor will see you now!"

Karen tightly gripped her arm and led Sandra into the 
room. Behind the curtain looked nothing like the rest 
of the basement, Karen was indeed busy. It looked like 
a rundown doctors office; there was medical equipment 
and charts all over... but all antiques. In the center 
of the room was a strange chair; it was in fact quite 
beautiful. A dark polished metal frame supported the 
seat and backrest, upholstered in a deep purple colored 
fabric. 

The headrest was made of leather and the footrest was a 
dark mahogany. The large steel base enclosed the 
hydraulics, and was so heavy that there was no need to 
bolt it to the floor. More ominous embellishments to 
the chair were some leather straps on the arms, 
headrest and footrest; these were Karen's additions. It 
was a dental chair from the late 1800's.

Next to the chair was a strange object that at first 
Sandra couldn't identify. It was a tall thin pole with 
a cast iron wheel at the bottom, then a foot pedal. On 
the wheel was a thin cord that ran up to the top of the 
pole. This was obviously the origin of the squeaking 
noise that Sheila and Sandra had listened to for hours. 
At the top of the pole was another arm that hung down 
and ended in a... drill. This was also a turn of the 
century piece of dental equipment, a foot-powered 
dentist's drill. Sandra's knees started buckling as she 
realized what was in store and she whispered, "Please 
no! Karen please!"

Karen was amused at Sandra's response and was getting 
wet just drinking in her facial reactions. She forced 
Sandra into the chair and when Sandra began to 
struggle, zapped her with the stun gun and a shot of 
tranquilizer. When Sandra came to, she was securely 
strapped in and her mouth was forced open with an 
antique dental spreader. 

Walking out to the opposite side of the curtain, Karen 
started to make her presentation to Sheila. "Ladies and 
slaves, I'm about to introduce to you tonight's 
entertainment!" Karen's nude body was strutting in 
front of the curtain as she spoke. "I hope you find 
this as thrilling as I do!" She grabbed the curtain and 
opened it like a model presenting the surprise in a 
game show, "I present... dental torture!" Karen studied 
Sheila's mortified reactions and wished she had thought 
of pointing a camera at her face. 

Sandra was strapped in the dentist chair with a strap-
on dildo around her waist pointing obscenely into the 
air. Karen had used a much smaller one than the dildo 
she had violated Sandra with, no way she would stretch 
her own self out that wide. There were dental charts 
and some ominous looking old dental tools hanging on 
the walls... it looked like a horror movie. Karen 
slowly walked up to Sheila and asked: "What do you 
think of my surprise?" Sheila looked with a mixture of 
horror and cold hate into Karen's eyes and spat: 
"You're sick." 

Karen walked closer, "I'll let that pass as I know you 
are emotional right now. You need to learn some 
control. Now, give my puss a kiss so I can go and 
begin." She pushed her cunt up to the slave's mouth and 
Sheila almost gagged on the musky smell of Karen's 
excitement. "You better do it or I'll rip out all your 
sister's teeth!" Karen ordered as Sheila closed her 
eyes and gave it a kiss. "There we go, now on with the 
show!" Karen spoke as she turned and walked back into 
the "office".

Karen put on rubber gloves and donned a nurse's cap for 
effect. She then clipped a paper bib around Sandra's 
neck, "We don't want this to get too messy do we?" 
Karen whispered. She reached over and turned on a video 
camera.. Karen then pulled over a tray of dental tools, 
some very rusty and old and others looking like 
something out of a nightmare. "Are you ready Sandra? 
Karen spoke as she began to climb up on the chair, 
"Let's have some fun." Whispering into Sandra's ear 
Karen confessed: "I'm glad it's you Sandra. You're 
still my favorite fuck!"

Karen's legs straddled Sandra and she eased the strap-
on slowly into herself. With a little adjustment, Karen 
could reach the foot pedal of the drill and move 
herself up and down on the strap-on at the same time. 
This was kind of difficult at first to do both tasks at 
once, but soon Karen was able to get a rhythm going, 
and it became second nature. The familiar squeaking of 
the wheel alerted Sandra that her nightmare was about 
to begin.

Sheila was feeling sick as she looked at the 
unspeakable scene playing out before her: Karen's ass 
pumping up and down on Sandra's lap, her leg just able 
to touch the foot pedal of the drill, pushing it up and 
down with her toes. Sheila was sure there were sick 
people out there who would pay money to see this 
perverted sight, and this thought made it even worse. 

"Let's start with an easy one shall we." Karen spoke 
with a clear enthusiasm in her voice. As Karen started 
drilling into one of the front teeth, Sandra noticed 
that she was planning to drill through her tooth not up 
into it, as a normal dentist would in filling a cavity. 
So far Sandra could not feel anything and was hoping 
that possibly the nerve didn't run that far down, or 
perhaps Karen would somehow miss it. 

Karen was pumping up and down as the incessant 
squeaking of the wheel was now supplemented by a higher 
pitched whining of the drill as it worked its way into 
the tooth. Suddenly Sandra's world exploded into pain 
as the bit bore its way into the nerve. The throbbing 
was breathtaking and Sandra cried out in anguish, but 
with the swallowed voice of shock, as lightning bolts 
of electric pain shot from her tooth into her brain.

"Mmmm... there we go!" Karen purred as she pumped 
faster, both with the drill and her pelvis, and pushed 
the bit ever deeper. It was amazing how hard teeth 
really were, either that or her bit was very dull. 
Blood was beginning to run so Karen grabbed a small 
hose clamped to the tool tray and squirted it on the 
tooth. The freezing water hitting her nerve caused 
Sandra to finally find her full voice and scream like 
never before. "Now, now... almost through." Karen 
calmly spoke through the screams. 

Sandra was gagging on the bloody water running down her 
throat and Karen became aware of the screaming, the 
howling, coming from Sheila behind her, and gave her 
pelvis a little extra wiggle. As she broke through the 
tooth, Karen lost her footing on the drill and it came 
to a sudden stop, seizing in Sandra's tooth. This 
caused Sandra to roll her eyes up in pain and Karen 
unleashed a furious orgasm on Sandra's lap. Still 
pumping with her pelvis, Karen threw her head back in 
ecstasy and was the last sight Sandra saw before she 
mercifully passed out.

When she came to, Sandra was still in unbearable agony, 
but at least she was out of that chair. She was aware 
of something sticking out of her mouth. Karen was 
standing over her, and bent down to talk. "I've run a 
wire through your tooth so it will be very easy for me 
to discipline you now if you are bad... see?" Karen 
flicked the wire protruding from Sandra's mouth, and it 
sent an intense jolt of pain into Sandra's nerve, 
making her cry out in agony. 

"I expect you to obey with any of my plans for you or 
your sister, do you understand?" Karen reached for the 
steel nerve again. Sandra frantically nodded her head 
in compliance and Karen stopped short. "I'll leave you 
gals to undoubtedly talk trash about me as I'm away, 
but I'll be back later for some more fun, so save your 
energy." Karen got up and walked away, and winked at 
Sheila as she ascended the stairs. 


Bloom: Part 11 – Blackness


The blackness swirled around her and swept her up in 
its empty waves. The black roses with her black hair, 
the darkness she kept her slaves in. It was all one. 
The further she descended, the darker her soul became, 
and the more she embraced it. Her cellar literally was 
hell for the sisters, and she descended into hell to 
torture them like a demon. She possessed them and 
virtually everything about them. The power was 
unbelievable. Any whim, any desire. 

A person could become addicted to this, Karen laughed 
at the thought... she was addicted, as addicted as any 
heroin addict. She was compelled to outdo her latest 
torment and come up with a larger, more intense fix. 
The truth was that Karen's brain was producing 
endogenous opioids as she tortured the sisters, and 
that was in fact, a natural heroin.

The blackness also swirled around the sisters. The 
majority of their day was spent in darkness. Sandra was 
used to sleeping for large periods of time, her body 
had followed her once brilliant, but now mostly unused 
mind and almost went into a type of hibernation. But 
now, since her sister had arrived, she had the added 
stimulation of conversation. 

At first she would talk until her throat was sore, but 
now with that terrible wire sticking out of her tooth, 
she found that any movement, or speaking, caused great 
pain. Why didn't the nerve go dead? What was the point 
of having nerves in ones teeth so sensitive?

Sheila was also finding the situation unbearable. 
Sandra had hardly spoken since the dental torture, and 
Sheila's body had too much energy to just sit in one 
place the whole day. She paced, and the grating sound 
of the chain dragging was becoming irritating. Back and 
fourth... back and forth. She was aware that this was 
exactly what caged animals did at the smaller 
enclosures at the zoo. She understood them completely. 
Sheila did not lack empathy.

Empathy was the one thing that Karen did not possess. 

But as unbearable as the blackness was, it was far 
better than when the lights were ablaze. The lights 
were the fires in hell, illuminating the horrors 
inflicted by Her. She knew all. She watched them, 
listened to their every move. She seemed to know what 
they were thinking. How could she be human? It was hard 
to imagine that this woman was once a little girl, who 
probably had friends, and went to school. If there were 
some key to unlocking the human underneath, Sheila had 
to find it. A person couldn't be that completely devoid 
of compassion... could they? Especially a woman? Sheila 
recalled a story of Erzsebet Bathory, which told 
otherwise.

The 16th century countess had tortured and killed 
hundreds of women. Although she is credited as bathing 
in the blood of the girls, this was never proven. What 
was established was that the woman was a true female 
sadist, a rare anomaly. The legend was that Erzsebet 
believed by bathing in the blood, she would stay young, 
like a vampire. 

The parallels to Karen's actions were unmistakable, and 
Sheila hoped that Karen's madness wouldn't go that far, 
but things seemed to be getting worse.

Karen was a pathological sadist, and the disease was 
progressing.

And then there was Sandra. Sheila thought she had 
noticed an uncomfortable, indecent bond between Karen 
and Sandra. Sandra seemed to have begun to accept the 
horrors Karen dished out and, even worse, did she seem 
to desire them? Sheila was certain this couldn't be the 
case, yet there was some undercurrent going on that 
made her uneasy. Sure Sandra cried out in pain, but 
there was no fight, no hint of resistance. When the 
sisters were arguing over who would be tortured, didn't 
Sandra's arguments sound a little too desperate, a 
little too willing? Could someone become that broken? 
Sheila was sure that her mind was just running wild; 
maybe she was the one going insane.

Karen, in the meantime, was planning her next exploit. 
She was standing in her garden admiring the fantastic 
spectacle that used to be a simple rose bush. This was 
looking more like something out of a science fiction 
novel. The rosebush was climbing, reaching for, and 
strangling the other plants. It was enraged there were 
other plants there, Karen could tell. The normally 
green stems and leaves had turned an angry reddish-
purple. Karen at first thought this was a rose disease 
she had seen before, but she had consistently sprayed 
and checked for any fungus... no, this seemed 
different. She could almost imagine blood coursing 
through its stems. 

What would happen if she fed it some blood... 

A sound startled Sheila. It was coming from the middle 
of the darkened basement, and she knew Sandra's chain 
couldn't reach that far. At first Sheila jumped back 
and cried out thinking it was an animal. Sheila 
whispered: 

"Sandra? Is that you?" but a quiet "No." was offered 
from Sandra's distant location. It must be Karen. Karen 
walking around in the dark. Would she leap out at one 
of them, pouncing like a leopard in the night? The 
sounds were quiet but persistent. Karen was creating 
some evil trap or some other nightmare that she didn't 
want the sisters to witness. There was silence... and 
then a noise at the top of the stairs. Either Karen was 
moving with such stealth that she could go up and down 
the stairs without making a sound, or there was another 
person down here. A loud thumping commenced as 
something heavy was being dragged down the stairs. 

How could Karen see? Sheila thought she caught a 
glimpse of a green light in the direction the sounds 
were coming from. Night vision goggles. Like the ones 
the killer wore in Silence of the Lambs. This was a 
frightening new development. The worst thing was when 
all the sounds stopped. Karen was standing in the dark 
watching, studying their reactions. This gave Sheila 
the chills... something that Karen was able to decipher 
staring at Sheila, watching the frightened girl's wide 
eyes darting frantically back and forth. 

Karen thrilled at sneaking around right in front of the 
sisters, and purposely startled them with sudden noises 
several times. She stood watching, then slowly inched 
towards Sheila. Karen could tell Sheila knew she was 
standing right in front of her, Sheila could sense 
Karen's presence. Being naked except for the goggles 
allowed Karen to make virtually no sound at all. It was 
funny, but without any sound or vision, people knew 
when danger was near. Karen stood for as long as her 
legs could stand it, then quietly backed off, and 
without making a noise, her bare feet ascended the 
stairs. 

Eventually there were no more sounds as the sisters sat 
motionless waiting. Had Karen left? After an hour or so 
Sandra finally heard a new noise... it was sobbing. 
Sheila was sobbing in the corner as her frayed nerves 
had caused her to breakdown in exhaustion. 

Karen's work was done, now for the fun part of watching 
the reactions when she threw on the lights.

After a wonderful meal Karen went up to her bedroom to 
put on her outfit. She put on a black, long sleeve 
fishnet bodystocking with an open crotch. Karen usually 
didn't like boots as she thought it was sexier to have 
most of her legs and feet showing, however there were 
exceptions. One was her ferocious thigh high boots with 
open lace sides, which she now donned along with long 
black satin gloves. She grabbed the final item to 
complete her costume and headed for her prey.

Sandra was just starting to fall asleep as the lights 
blazed to life. Every time this happened was a shock, 
the sudden drastic change from going from pitch-
blackness, to full harsh light was painful on the eyes. 
It caused the sisters to both shield their eyes and 
quickly try to adjust to the new environment every time 
it happened. However this time there was something new 
in their environment, and it was terrible. 

A small platform about three feet high was sitting 
between the sisters, and it had a small stairs attached 
allowing someone to step up to it. What looked like a 
lever was attached to the back and had a thin cord run 
through it. This cord ran off and the other end lay 
unattached on the basement floor. The platform by 
itself wasn't the ominous thing; it was what was 
dangling above it. 

Several feet above the platform hanging down from the 
ceiling was... a hangman's noose. Both sisters audibly 
gasped as they took this in. The platform was obviously 
a trapdoor, and the outlines of the breakaway bottom 
were apparent now that the purpose was clear. No word 
was spoken as the sisters stared at the horrible 
apparatus before them. This silence lasted an hour 
until Karen decided to make her grand entrance.

As Karen's full getup was in sight, it was confirmation 
of the sister's fears for the plan of events to come. 
In addition to her earlier apparel, Karen now sported a 
latex executioner half mask with a hood. This left only 
her eyes and mouth visible, to both sisters' horror, 
even mostly masked, Karen's expression could hardly 
contain her glee. The noose was looped over a water 
pipe and then the other end was tied to the stretching 
rack, where Karen untied it and lowered it. "Sheila, 
come here." Karen commanded as she held onto the noose. 

Sheila was frantically shaking her head no, and was 
obviously going to put up a fight. Karen had no choice 
but to get the stun gun, and gave her a jolt. As Sheila 
lay on the ground twitching Karen quickly slipped the 
noose over her head and tightened it so it couldn't 
come lose. When Sheila finally regained her self-
control, Karen was pulling on the end of the rope, 
dragging her upwards towards the platform. Sheila 
fought hard, but to no avail. 

To avoid choking, she had no choice but to follow the 
force of the noose up the tiny steps and stand on the 
trapdoor. Karen then pulled harder on the rope, raising 
Sheila up onto her toes, securing the end of the rope 
to the rack again leaving no slack. Sheila started to 
spin around until she was able to get some semblance of 
a grip on the trapdoor with her toes. She was dizzy and 
her legs were trembling badly from the fear that Karen 
had decided to take events to their logical end, but 
she used every bit of strength she had to make them 
hold her and keep her balanced – the prospect of 
hanging by her neck tapped her adrenalin.

Karen turned to Sandra as Sheila struggled to keep her 
balance. "Well! That was certainly a dramatic struggle! 
I do hope you understand that you must do exactly as I 
say, otherwise it's..." Karen made a cutting gesture 
with her finger across her throat. She walked over to a 
chair and placed it right in front of the wobbling 
Sheila. Karen then walked over to Sandra and unchained 
her leg shackle. "Go get up on the chair Sis." 

Sandra obeyed the command without hesitation. 

There really was no point in protesting anymore, Sandra 
had concluded. Karen always did and always would get 
exactly what she wanted in the end. To even ask Karen 
to change her mind about the smallest thing was a waste 
of effort. Besides, Karen reveled in the pleading and 
fed off of it. No, the best thing was to simply comply, 
get it over with and try to not dwell on the events to 
come.

Karen then unlocked Sandra's handcuffs and revealed a 
small black bag and pulled out something placing it in 
Sandra's hands, it was two dozen, foot long antique 
hatpins. Sheila's eyes widened with fear when she saw 
the objects in Sandra's hands, she knew they would be 
sticking into her body soon enough. While visibly 
upset, Sandra displayed far less emotion than her 
sister. When Sheila tried to look into Sandra's eyes, 
Sandra would not meet her gaze.

"Sandra, you will take those pins and one at a time 
push them through your little sister's tits". Karen 
grabbed some items from the chest in the corner, picked 
up the cord attached to the trapdoor lever, and walked 
over and laid it all on the stretching rack. She 
squirted some lubricant from a tube onto the head of a 
large dildo, and worked it around until the object was 
fully covered. 

"When you push a pin through, I want it to go through 
the whole breast, don't try and cheat... or I'll pull 
this cord here, and you won't have a little sister 
anymore." Karen started working the dildo into her 
pussy as she spoke, and realized that she probably 
didn't need the lubrication after all, she was quite 
wet already. "You may begin Sandra." Karen said and 
sucked in her breath as she inched the dildo into her.

Sheila was protesting and pleading for Karen to stop 
this but to no avail. Sandra still refused to meet her 
eyes as the first pin was pressed up against the middle 
of her right breast. "No!" came a cry, not from Sheila 
but from Karen. "I want you to move that farther back 
on her tit. I want you to skewer the whole thing! And 
it better go through the middle of it!" Karen was now 
slowly moving the dildo in and out, and was staring 
with delight at the scene that was playing out before 
her. 

The hatpins were thicker than regular needles, and not 
nearly as sharp. The result of this was that Sandra had 
to use a startling amount of force to puncture the 
breast, this added to the agony of Sheila. Once through 
the skin, Sandra slowly pushed the pin through until 
she met the resistance of the skin on the other side. 
The skin was stretching as the pin tried to find its 
way out, and it started to seem to both sisters that it 
would just continue to stretch and stretch, never 
letting the pin through. 

Finally the hatpin popped through and the skin snapped 
back to its original position, Sheila screamed for 
Karen make it stop, but Karen was in the midst of a 
furious orgasm and simply quickened her pace, pumping 
with the dildo. Sheila prayed that she would not lose 
consciousness and fall off her tiptoes and strangle 
herself in the hangman's noose. 

Karen's groans were as loud as Sheila's at this point 
and Sandra started another pin through Sandra's other 
breast. This second pin met the same resistance on 
entry and exit and caused the same suffering all over 
again. Sheila lost her grip on the platform with her 
toes and started to spin around again, but her sister 
grabbed and stabilized her... it was time for another 
one.

Karen dropped the cord and began fingering her asshole 
in addition to pumping the drenched dildo in and out. 
"That's a good girl!" Karen breathed in a quick and 
quiet voice. Sandra seemed to know right where Karen 
wanted the pins to go. What a good slave! Sheila was 
now screaming at her sister to please stop it, but 
Sandra didn't miss a beat as one pin went in after 
another, eleven on one breast and eleven on the other. 
As Sandra started the last two pins, Karen cried, 
"Stop!" Karen sat up on the edge of the table and 
composed herself. "On these last two I want the pin to 
go directly in the nipple, and pushed straight into the 
tit as far as you can!" 

Karen then resumed her masturbation with the sopping 
dildo, breathing in short quick breaths in 
anticipation. Sandra did as she was instructed and 
started impaling the breast centering on the nipple. 
Sheila didn't know how much longer she could remain 
standing as this seemed to be the worse pain she had 
ever felt. Sandra was only able to get about four 
inches into the breast before she ran into all the 
other pins that had skewered Sheila's breast. Karen 
whispered: 

"Nice," as she was now able to hear the sucking sound 
of her dildo moving in and out while Sheila's cries 
stopped. Another orgasm crashed out of Karen, and she 
simply stared at the girls as the tide of emotion swept 
through her.

Finally as Karen finished, she instructed Sandra to 
take the weeping Sheila down off the platform and 
shackle her back up to the leg chain. Karen untied the 
rope from the rack and watched as Sheila was lead 
wobbling off the platform and finally collapsed to the 
floor, sobbing. The pins sticking out of Sheila's 
breasts made them look like some kind of strange 
porcupine. 

Karen took her boots and bodystocking off, and called 
Sandra over. Sandra hurried to kneel in front of Karen 
seated on the rack, began to wave her gorgeous legs and 
wiggle her beautiful feet in front Sandra's face. 
Sandra knelt in front of her starting automatically to 
lick and suck her toes. Karen kept her feet perfectly 
manicured, and was in fact quite proud of what she 
considered to be perfect feet. 

She had seen feet of some of the famous models and 
thought that their long, thin toes looked unattractive. 
Karen's feet were dainty, and she usually used a deep 
red polish and just recently had a diamond embedded 
into each large toenail. She had such cute little toes, 
just perfect for sucking! And that's exactly what a 
good slave like Sandra needed to do to stay on her good 
side... and keep Karen horny. 

Sandra instinctively opened her mouth and waited for 
Karen to feed her a foot to worship. Karen's beautiful 
bare feet grazed Sandra's lips teasing her. She then 
pushed her left foot forward to Sandra's waiting open 
mouth. As Sandra closed her mouth around it to lick and 
suck her toes, her wired tooth snagged on Karen's toe 
ring and brought on a howl of pain.

"Oh honey!" Karen mocked, "let's take that awful thing 
out of your tooth. I know it must be uncomfortable. 
Besides you did such a good job with your sister!" 
Karen withdrew her foot from Sandra's face; it was then 
that Sandra got her first really good look at Karen's 
toe ring adorning her middle toe. Sandra recognized the 
setting. It was her engagement ring from Tom that Karen 
had made into a toe ring. Karen noticed that Sandra was 
staring at the ring with a confused look. "Oh, too bad 
you didn't have the wedding ring too, for I could have 
used it for my other foot! 

Karen reached behind her and brought out pliers and 
placed her hand against Sandra's forehead for leverage. 
As she gripped the wire with the pliers, Sandra cried 
out, but quickly stifled the noise. It was hard to tell 
if the pain was caused by the movement of the wire, or 
the fact that the piers was metal and made some kind of 
electrical connection with the nerve, either way the 
pain was stunning in its intensity. Sandra felt the 
wire pulling from the tooth, but it stopped short as it 
was wound around too well. 

Karen doubled her efforts as she pulled harder and 
harder. Finally Sandra could not hold back her cries as 
the agony flooded her every being. The tooth itself 
started to give way, but before it could find its way 
out, it busted in half. Sandra sat dazed, thrown into 
shock by the pain, as Karen reached for the rest of the 
tooth. "Oh, I'm sorry about that dear. That must have 
truly hurt! Here, I'll pull that out for you." When 
Karen had a good grip on what was left of the tooth, 
she twisted and yanked with all her strength... and the 
tooth finally gave way, freeing Sandra from the prison 
of pain.

It still was throbbing, but the nerves were no longer 
there... and this pain was bearable. Karen sat herself 
closer to Sandra's face. "I feel I deserve a little 
reward myself don't you think honey?" Karen spoke as 
she inched her pussy closer to Sandra's head. Sandra 
was bleeding profusely, but was able to ignore it due 
to the shock as she began to lick Karen with her extra 
long tongue. She could lose herself in this action and 
forget the pain... it was like being home.

Sheila had just gathered her senses enough to look over 
to see what was happening as Sandra started licking 
Karen's pussy. After what Sandra had just done to her, 
there she was dutifully lapping at Karen's cunt with 
that disturbingly long tongue like she enjoyed it! 
Sheila looked down at her aching mutilated tits, and 
then at Sandra, head buried into Karen's crotch and 
blood dripping from her chin. Nausea overtook Sheila 
and she began dry heaving, the noise lost in Karen's 
moans.


Bloom: Part 12 – Hole Lotta Love


The trouble with addiction is that it takes more and 
more to satisfy the want. Karen's addiction was no 
different. The chance she took in abducting Sheila was 
dangerous and thrilling, but that could only satisfy 
the hunger, the need, for a while. Karen had to feed 
the monster again. The need was growing and twisting; 
choking out everything else... it was her rose bush. 
Karen knew it would eventually demand a sacrifice. 

Her dreams had become demonic, her role as Lucifer 
tormenting hundreds of women, startled her awake many 
times. But the awakening shock was accompanied by the 
realization that her bed was always drenched, and there 
was no remorse, no matter how awful the "nightmare" 
was. Acceptance was the only path. Besides, if anything 
ever went amiss there was always her contingency 
plan...

That reminded her, it was time to transfer more money.

Sheila and Sandra spoke less and less. Sheila observed 
an uncomfortable change that had happened to Sandra, 
almost a jealousy. She was sure her sister was mentally 
sick from the games and punishments Karen had inflicted 
on her, and she forgave Sandra... but that didn't mean 
that she trusted her. What was once an unfathomable 
idea had proven true... the look in Sandra's eyes as 
Karen descended the stairs every day could not be 
dismissed. Sandra longed for Karen. As revolting as 
Sheila found this, she also felt pity for her older 
sister. It was like a cult. The cult of Karen.

Karen entered the basement wearing a black bikini and 
five inch open-toe black pumps. She carried with her a 
dog collar and leash, walking up to Sandra. Sandra 
immediately fell to her knees and began to lick and 
suck Karen's toes. "Good girl." Karen whispered as she 
bent down and fastened the dog collar on Sandra's neck. 
The leash was attached and Karen then unshackled Sandra 
from her chain. "Say goodbye to your sister." Karen 
told Sheila as she led her wobbling sibling up the 
stairs. 

"What are you doing?!!" Sheila yelled in alarm, but 
only received a mocking smile from Karen in return. 
Sandra seemed oblivious to what was going on and simply 
concentrated on staying upright as she wasn't used to 
walking any distance. The stairs presented quite a 
challenge, and more than once Karen prevented Sandra 
from falling backwards by keeping pressure on her 
leash.

The door slammed shut and the lights went out as Sheila 
sat in the darkness alone. Karen's comment sounded 
ominous, but would she really kill her sister? It 
seemed that there was a sick bond growing in both 
directions between Karen and Sandra, and that in some 
perverted way, Karen needed Sandra too. But Sheila 
didn't feel a similar dynamic growing between her and 
Karen. 

No... Karen seemed to genuinely dislike Sheila... she 
was just a tool used to further break down Sandra. 
Karen seemed sometimes to be just going through the 
motions while tormenting Sheila, and it no longer had 
any noticeable effect on Sandra. Sheila could feel that 
her usefulness was at end... if anyone should be 
concerned about their life, it was Sheila. Perhaps 
that's what Karen meant.

Karen led the slave out into her garden. Even in 
Sandra's shell-shocked state, Karen expected Sandra to 
notice the bizarre, monstrous plant erupting from the 
earth, but Sandra seemed to be oblivious to it. This 
was very strange indeed. How could someone not be aware 
of such an astonishing sight? There has been nothing 
like this anywhere, Karen was certain. Perhaps Sandra 
was just hiding her reactions. What a good slave.

Such a shame. 

Karen took off her bikini and laid down on the Chaise 
Lounge she had brought out for the event. When she 
sunbathed she liked to do it nude. Plus she was certain 
she would be playing with herself as she watched. Karen 
ordered Sandra to pick up the spade lying next to 
Sandra's feet. Sandra was free of bonds and, if she 
hadn't been broken so thoroughly by Karen, she would 
have the upper hand as now she had a weapon. But there 
was about as much chance of that happening as there was 
of gold raining down from heaven. Sandra was fully 
under Karen's control, like a robot. No will of her 
own.

Sandra was instructed to start digging a large hole as 
close to the rosebush as possible. The skinny girl 
looked pathetic attempting to dig the hole, with the 
smallest amounts of earth on each scoop. Karen though 
for a while that she would actually have to dig the 
hole, but as time wore on it became apparent that 
progress was being made. 

As she relaxed on the lounge, Karen started to finger 
her wet pussy thinking of the plans she had in store. 
Sometimes she thought just her ideas would be enough, 
but inevitably Karen had to put her ideas to fruition. 
"That's it Sandra, your doing fine! The hole must be as 
deep as you can make it." Karen was marveling at the 
ghost of the woman she initially kidnapped... what a 
transformation! No one would ever recognize her! She 
almost felt like taking her out in public, maybe even 
walking her in front of Sandra's parents. However, 
there were limits to the risks Karen was willing to 
take. But what a yummy idea! Her mound erupted in fresh 
wetness.

Karen had worked herself up into quite a state, and 
finally had Sandra put down the shovel and bury her 
sweaty face into Karen's (even wetter) pussy. That 
delicious long tongue of Sandra's would be sorely 
missed. Several studs that Karen had pierced through 
Sandra's tongue gave an extra ribbing effect as it slid 
deep in and out, and caused Karen to unconsciously buck 
her pelvis with Sandra's thrusts. Karen had to rub her 
clit for extra stimulation as the tongue, luscious as 
it was, didn't provide enough direct stimuli. 

She began to climb further and further towards her 
climax, and breathing in quick dramatic breaths, 
finally exploded with a fury usually reserved for times 
after a particularly intense torture session. Perhaps 
the proximity to her fantastic rose bush was adding to 
her energy, or perhaps it was simply the thought of 
events to come. In any case the intensity was an 
unexpected delight!

"Ok Sandra, back to digging." Karen spoke as she 
collected herself, and got up going inside to pour 
herself a drink. By the time she returned Karen noticed 
that the hole was up to Sandra's waste, progress was 
being made. Karen felt like a slave driver and brought 
out a small whip to complete the illusion. The dirt-
caked slave was intently digging and yelped more out of 
surprise than pain when the first stroke of the whip 
landed. Karen knew this would just prolong the task but 
she couldn't help herself. Besides, she wanted Sandra 
to be bleeding when she finished the task.

Karen finally tired of the beating and left to lay down 
for a bit. She was startled awake by Sandra looming 
over her. The dirty slave really did look like a ghost! 
Sandra whispered that her hole was done, and Karen led 
her back out to the garden. It was a pretty decent job, 
and Karen had Sandra kneel down in it. Karen then 
became the laborer as she scooped dirt back into the 
hole and packed it tightly around Sandra's body. 
Eventually only Sandra's head was showing as the dirt 
encased the rest of her body like a tight mold. "I'm 
sorry Sandra, but I need fertilizer for my plant, and 
I'm afraid you're it." 

Karen squatted down in front of Sandra's face, 
stretched her pussy, and let out a stream of hot piss 
in her face. "If I were you Sandra, I would be trying 
to drink as much of my gift as possible. From now on 
I'm not going to give you anything to eat or drink." 
Sandra opened her mouth and tried to drink the piss as 
fast as it was splashing into her mouth. 

Karen's bladder finally emptied, and she stood up to 
leave. "You really are a good slave Sandra. Now I am 
going on a little trip with your sister. I hope to see 
you when I get back." Karen placed a stone from her 
garden into Sandra's mouth, stretching it to the 
breaking point as it created an efficient gag.

Sandra began to cry after her mistress had left. Her 
cuts were stinging, and she couldn't move a muscle and 
Karen claimed she would no longer feed her... but that 
wasn't the worst part. The worst thing was that Karen 
was going to spend time alone with Sheila, her bitch 
sister! Why did that bitch try to find her anyways? She 
was always ruining things, now Karen was leaving her to 
die and running off with Sheila. It wasn't fair! Sandra 
had earned Karen's attention! 

Sandra did want to die now.


Bloom: Part 13 – The Most Dangerous Game


Karen had to be careful of Sheila. Sheila was very 
different than Sandra, any chance or any opening Karen 
left would be instantly exploited by this woman. That's 
what made her so fun. She was perfect for Karen's next 
game...her final game. The first problem on Karen's 
list was simply how to get Sheila up the stairs! With 
Sandra one simply walked her up, but with Sheila all 
potential problems had to be well thought out. Karen 
decided on a couple Valiums to weaken her senses and 
then a leash pulling her and a gun for backup. Even 
this was a trying task as Sheila was certain that she 
was moving closer to her death.

Eventually Karen had the girl in her garage and stabbed 
her with her tranquilizer... with slightly less amount 
this time on account of the Valiums already in her 
system. A large duffle bag went over Sheila's body and 
then she was lifted into the van. Karen double-checked 
all of Sheila's bonds, because if Sheila was able to 
get access to the weapons and tools Karen had in the 
van it would be all over. Again and again going through 
her checklist, Karen realized this had to be perfect. 
Finally satisfied she climbed in the van. Time to head 
north.

It was a long drive. Karen had only driven this route 
once before, and she needed maps from MapQuest to help 
reinforce her memory. She took the property from her 
husband simply out of spite. It was one of the hardest 
blows she had delivered. In her husband's family for 
several generations, Karen demanded that this too was 
rightfully hers! And so the land sat, unused, fenced in 
with no trespassing signs, and a cabin that had been 
reclaimed by the elements. It was the most isolated 
spot Karen knew about... a spot that someone could do 
anything without interruption.

The silence that had been undisturbed by any human for 
several years was finally shattered by a large van 
struggling to make its way down the overgrown path. 
Karen had brief second thoughts that she should have 
brought a four wheel drive, but eventually she made it 
to the tiny cabin. She was this far and she didn't want 
to go all the way back. The key to the cabin was hardly 
necessary as the door was rotted and had the stability 
of Styrofoam. No matter. Karen would only be here for a 
few hours.

It was time to unload Sheila. Karen unceremoniously 
dumped Sheila's duffle bag encased body down from the 
back of the van. This elicited a moan deep within the 
bag, and struck Karen as funny. A swift kick brought 
out another moan. It was almost time.

The smell was the first thing Sheila noticed. It was 
the smell of freedom. The smell of the outdoors... but 
she was not free. As she came to her senses, she was 
cuffed with flex cuffs, and her enemy was sitting right 
in front of her smiling. "Welcome back!" Karen mocked 
as she placed several objects into a large gutbucket. 
Sheila was outside, lying on the leaves, god it was 
nice to be out of that horrible dark basement... but 
she knew that this could only mean something terrible 
was planned. 

"We're going to play a little game, hon." Karen spoke 
as she mentally checked her supplies. Reaching into the 
gutbucket, Karen brought out what looked like a collar, 
but it had a small attachment about the size of a nine-
volt battery on it. Was it a shock collar? It didn't 
look like one. Karen attached it to Sheila's neck and 
reached back into the bucket. She then drew out what 
looked like a PDA. Sheila deduced that Karen had placed 
some kind of GPS tracking collar on her. She had never 
seen one or even heard of one, but it made sense. 
Sheila also noticed the rifle on Karen's lap; an 
inkling of Karen's "game" was beginning to form.

"I was never much into hunting. But that's probably due 
to the fact that I was hunting the wrong prey." Karen 
loaded the rifle with shells as she spoke. "You 
probably wont like it much either, Sheila. But I have a 
feeling that if we hunt together I'm going to really 
start enjoying it!" Karen's heart was pounding, and 
there was a definite stirring in her pussy. She 
indulged the feeling with a quick fingering as she 
spoke to Sheila, but Karen didn't carry it all the way 
home. She needed to keep her excitement. This was 
fantastic!

"I'm going to hunt you Sheila. Like a deer." Karen 
stroked herself. "I'll give you a bit of a head start, 
so if you're really fast, maybe you can outrun me." It 
was too good to pass up; she had to cum just a bit. 
Karen unbuttoned her jeans and stuck as many of her 
fingers in as she could. She was extremely wet! "I'd 
have you lick me Sheila, but I think instead I'll give 
you a head start until I cum, so if I were you, I'd get 
up and start moving!" 

Karen pumped faster as Sheila scrambled to her feet, a 
difficult thing to do with her hands handcuffed in back 
and her head still groggy. Sheila managed to keep her 
footing and began to scramble off into the woods. Karen 
watched her prey dash off through the woods as she 
began to climax shouting, "I'm cumming!" as loud as she 
could.

Karen wanted to relax in the chair for a minute and 
collect herself, but she didn't want Sheila to get too 
far ahead. This was a game after all; she wasn't really 
giving her a chance. Quickly Karen slung her .22 
caliber rifle over her shoulder, grabbed her PDA, and 
headed off in Sheila's direction. Karen had decided to 
use a small caliber .22 so that unless she hit a vital 
organ, Sheila would be alive after being brought down. 
Perhaps it would take several shots. If she were 
captured alive, it would be time to perform the 
ultimate sadistic act.

Sheila's mind was racing. Her only real chance was to 
remove that collar around her neck. With the collar on, 
there was no way to escape. She decided to risk 
slamming the back of her neck against a tree with 
jagged bark... but all she ended up doing was cutting 
her neck. Damn. She had to keep moving.

Running through the woods in bare feet was about as 
painful as anything else; she kept stepping on 
pinecones and sticks and was sure she cut her feet 
several times. But there was no time to think. Just 
move.

The PDA was working well. It was easy to track the girl 
and for a minute Karen had wished that she had made it 
a bit more difficult... but Sheila proved to be 
amazingly fast. For all the time Sheila had spent 
locked up in the basement, she was in pretty good 
shape. It was proving to be a challenge after all, and 
it would be worth it in the end. 

Sheila came to a hill and heard a "pop" noise coming 
from the tree next to her. It was a bullet, as she 
heard the report from the gun behind her about a second 
later. This gave her extra incentive, and Sheila bolted 
over the hill in an astounding speed. There was a small 
cliff ahead and she had to decide whether to chance 
flinging herself into the ravine, or changing 
directions and following parallel along the cliffs 
edge. 

The decision was made for her as it felt like someone 
punched her hard in the neck; she lost her footing, and 
tumbled down over the edge... 

Karen saw Sheila drop, and hoped it wasn't a fatal shot 
yet. She was on top of the hill and was dismayed at 
what she saw. A cliff. Where the hell did that come 
from? Sheila obviously fell down over it. Check the 
GPS. She was still moving. All Karen could do was 
follow the edge of the cliff along the direction Sheila 
was moving.

"Are you hurt Sheila?" Karen yelled. "I'm afraid when I 
capture you that you will be hurting a lot more!" Karen 
continued to follow the signal. "If you're alive when I 
catch you, do you want to know what I'm going to do?" 
There was no response. "I'm going to skin you alive!" 
Karen was almost out of breath and was frustrated that 
she could not even see the girl. "I'm planning to 
design my own leather bikini, and I want it to be of 
very special leather... I would love to wear you 
around! And perhaps a leather dildo, that way we could 
still fuck!" 

Sheila must be hugging the inside of the cliff as she 
moved as Karen could now see a small stream, and most 
of the ravine. "Then I was thinking... " Karen spotted 
an area up ahead that she could crawl down and wait for 
Sheila. "That I would boil your remains and make soap, 
maybe liquid soap, so you could be my bubble bath! 
Would you like to be my bubbles?" Karen bolted ahead 
after she spoke and quickly slid down the embankment 
hiding in a cluster of bushes. 

Sheila was still coming towards her, and there was no 
other way out. She had to pass by, Karen was sure. But 
Sheila wasn't in sight yet and she seemed to be slowing 
down as she came nearer. Where was she? By Karen's GPS, 
she should be almost on top of her! And then Sheila 
passed Karen... .how could that be?

The stream... 

The collar... 

The collar was floating in the stream! Somehow Sheila 
had managed to remove the collar; she must have also 
removed the flex cuffs. Karen had to think quickly. She 
had to go back. Karen frantically ran up the stream. 
She had to go back to the area Sheila went down. When 
she had finally run far past the spot she thought 
Sheila fell, her heart sank. Oh my god. Sheila might 
escape! Panic struck Karen for the first time in years. 
She had made a mistake. The van! Karen scrambled back 
downstream as fast as her legs could take her until she 
reached the spot she could climb out. She bolted for 
the van, always keeping an eye out for a potential 
ambush from Sheila.

Finally the van was in sight. No Sheila. Added to her 
dire situation was the fact that it was beginning to 
become dark out. The hunt had taken many more hours 
than she had anticipated. 

Cut the losses.

Karen had to get out. She was no longer in control of 
the situation. She quickly packed up the van and headed 
for the road. 

The plan had changed.


Bloom: Part 14 – Heaven


Heaven was irritating. Sheila was very disappointed 
that there was pain in heaven. The bright lights were 
irritating too and all the milling around. The angels 
were loud and obnoxious... they were fat and ugly. They 
had no wings. Best to go back to sleep, she could deal 
with heaven later. This was really a disappointment!

The next thought Sheila had was more coherent. She was 
not in heaven. This was a hospital. She was alive. She 
remembered falling down the embankment and the pain on 
her neck. She reached up and felt a thick wad of 
padding there. She must have been shot in the neck. Her 
left arm was in a cast and when she tried to move it 
she cried out in pain. A nurse in the room was startled 
and hurriedly called to alert someone. Quickly many 
faces were upon her, asking if she knew who she was, if 
she was feeling pain. Yes her neck and arm were sore. 
Did she want a drink? Yes. No one was asking the right 
questions though. 

The doctor explained that she was shot in the neck; it 
had missed an artery. The funny thing though was that 
it wasn't even the bullet that dislodged the GPS 
component... as Sheila tumbled over the cliff, the 
tracking portion of the collar snapped off, weakened by 
Sheila's efforts to bust it off earlier. It was this 
tracking element that was flung into the stream by the 
momentum of the fall. Sheila figured it must have been 
some sort of divine intervention, because any change in 
any of the variables during the fall would have caused 
the GPS component to land along with her. It was 
perfect.

It turned out that Karen's land wasn't as remote as it 
once had been. New developments were going in on the 
area. Surveyors looking at the stream had stumbled upon 
Sheila unconscious, lying almost fully encased in the 
mud.

Suddenly everyone scurried out of the room as if to 
make way for the Emperor. The Emperor was actually a 
short pudgy man, with a balding head. He introduced 
himself as Detective Jack Barlow, and asked if she was 
up to talking. Of course she was! He asked if she had 
seen Sandra alive. Yes! Did she know who had her? 
Karen! Did Karen say anything about where they were 
going? He obviously knew about Karen. She told him 
everything she knew. Sheila relived the horrible months 
she suffered at Karen's hands in detail. 

Detective Barlow maintained his professional air, 
seemingly undisturbed by the story, and told Sheila 
that yes, they found out about Karen. The property 
where she was found was owned by her. 

Karen Jane Bloom.

Her house was burnt to the ground. Some type of 
accelerant was used so the fire was so hot it destroyed 
any evidence. The cars registered to her were also 
torched. Detective Barlow produced a picture of Karen; 
it was from a drivers license. Like all drivers 
licenses everywhere, it looked nothing like her. Her 
hair was curled and her makeup was different. Detective 
Barlow told Sheila that they were having trouble 
finding a recent photo of Karen; it seemed that Karen 
had gone about collecting any photos of herself. He had 
some older wedding photos, but they looked even less 
like Karen than the drivers license.

The detective assured Sheila that Karen would be 
caught; it was just a matter of time. In fact the 
publicity on this case was astounding! Someone was sure 
to come in with some information. But Sheila's parents 
were here... 

It was a heart-wrenching reunion, and Sheila kept 
assuring them that she was ok. The interviews followed 
as she recovered, it seemed every existing magazine 
wanted to talk to her. But progress on the case slowly 
ebbed, all the leads had dried up or turned up to be 
dead ends.

Eventually Sheila attempted to get on with her life, 
but one thing she had to do to sever the past. She had 
to visit the site of Karen's house. 

She drove there on a sunny Friday. She didn't want to 
take anyone along even though they kept insisting. The 
area was full of life and there was no hint of the 
horrors that had happened there. Sheila pulled into the 
driveway that led to nowhere. A pit was all that 
remained... soon it would be sold and another house 
would arise. The next house was sure to contain none of 
the evils that once happened in this spot. While 
walking around Sheila came upon the remnants of a 
garden, some of the plants were burned from the heat, 
but some still flourished. 

Walking to the farthest end, Sheila came across a 
beautiful rosebush. It was especially lovely in that 
the roses were colored a very dark red. No one could 
ever mistake them as being black, but nonetheless they 
were striking. A spade was near by and Sheila decided 
that she would save one life from this horrendous 
experience and began to dig up the bush... she would 
take it home. There was a pit large enough to hold a 
person nearby the bush, as if something had already 
been dug up. No matter, the small bush was easily 
uprooted and placed in a container lying nearby. Sheila 
loaded this into her car and drove away.

There was nothing here of Karen, nothing here of 
Sandra, and nothing here of her.

***

Two years had passed and Sheila almost deleted the 
message. It looked like spam, but Sheila always looked 
at everything. The email said "Sheila, look inside for 
used and abused cunts!" Before she could delete it the 
first line caught her eye. It was from Karen... 

Dear Sheila,

So sorry to have missed you! Sandra and I have been 
following your story closely, and we both wish you were 
here! I am planning to swing by sometime so I can pick 
you up to see your sister, I'll surprise you! Take 
care!

With love,

Karen

P.S. I've attached a photo of your dear sister so you 
can get an inkling of the fun we've been having.

Attached was a photo, and Sheila almost couldn't bear 
to open it. But she knew that she had to. As she stared 
at the photo the blood drained from her face.

Sandra at first appeared to be on her elbows and knees, 
but that wasn't the case at all... Karen had amputated 
Sandra's arms above the elbows and legs above the 
knees. Her breasts were so elongated that they actually 
dragged on the floor, the same with her pussy lips. The 
photo was a bit blurry on Sandra's face, but Sheila 
could see the slightest hint of... a... smile. 

Sandra was smiling for her sister. 


Bloom: Epilogue


It was a modest house, buried deep in the woods. When 
it was built it was originally intended to be a cabin, 
but as civilization and modern amenities encroached, 
the decision was made by one of the previous owners to 
upgrade it to a real home. Although it was within 
driving distance of grocery stores and other 
necessities, it was still very isolated on the 
relatively hidden lake it resided. The land was still 
cheap and so the original owners snatched up all the 
acres they could afford with the foresight of holding 
onto and selling land as the price rose. However, it 
was premature... it was still too far in the boondocks 
for most people, and the land with the house passed 
through several hands.

But for the latest buyer it was perfect.

The whole incident with Sheila was a shame, but Karen 
had forgiven herself. She had kept her head about her 
and simply put her contingency plan into action. 
Burning her beautiful house was tough. But she still 
had plenty. Canadian Maple Leafs and Krugerrands bought 
in small amounts over a large period of time had 
provided Karen with a liquid asset that also turned 
into a decent investment. They were easy to unload and 
were not traceable. It took time to find someone who 
could provide her with a new identity, but with enough 
money anything was for sale. The new house was 
purchased under her new assumed name... Andria, she 
always liked that name. It was kind of fun picking out 
your new name.

But Sandra still called her Karen, that was, when she 
was allowed to speak, for much of the time she "stood" 
on all fours with the dildo gag in her mouth, ready to 
service Karen at any moment. It was her only purpose in 
life... to please her mistress. Sandra had recently 
posed for a picture that Karen sent to her sister, and 
she was excited by the possibility of Sheila coming to 
stay for a while, that's what Karen said anyways. Just 
so long as she wouldn't try to take Karen away from her 
like she did the last time. Karen was very careful 
about sending the message; she didn't like unexpected 
guests stopping by, and that was fine by Sandra.

It was terrible that Karen couldn't take the monstrous 
rose bush with, but she would plant more; hundreds of 
rose bushes. Eventually one would turn black again... 
it had to. The things she was doing to Sandra were 
wonderful, awful things, and eventually she would be 
rewarded. It would just take time. She had all the time 
in the world. But right now it was getting dark and it 
was time to take her "dog" back inside... she had a 
brand new idea!

As the woman brought her strange pet back inside the 
house, the sounds of the frogs croaking on the lake 
began. Between that and the crickets, one had to listen 
extremely hard... and once in a while... a random 
muffled cry could be heard coming from the basement.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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