Bloom

Warning: This story contains descriptions of torture. If you are a minor or are easily offended by this type of content, then please do not read.

 

Bloom: Part 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!”