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 12 – Hole Lotta Love

 

            The trouble with addiction is that it takes more and more to satisfy the want. Karen’s addiction was no different. The chance she took in abducting Sheila was dangerous and thrilling, but that could only satisfy the hunger, the need, for a while. Karen had to feed the monster again. The need was growing and twisting; choking out everything else…it was her rose bush. Karen knew it would eventually demand a sacrifice. Her dreams had become demonic, her role as Lucifer tormenting hundreds of women, startled her awake many times. But the awakening shock was accompanied by the realization that her bed was always drenched, and there was no remorse, no matter how awful the “nightmare” was. Acceptance was the only path.  Besides, if anything ever went amiss there was always her contingency plan...

 

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

 

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

 

            Karen entered the basement wearing a black bikini and five inch open-toe black pumps. She carried with her a dog collar and leash, walking up to Sandra. Sandra immediately fell to her knees and began to lick and suck Karen’s toes. “Good girl.” Karen whispered as she bent down and fastened the dog collar on Sandra’s neck. The leash was attached and Karen then unshackled Sandra from her chain. “Say goodbye to your sister.” Karen told Sheila as she led her wobbling sibling up the stairs. “What are you doing?!!” Sheila yelled in alarm, but only received a mocking smile from Karen in return. Sandra seemed oblivious to what was going on and simply concentrated on staying upright as she wasn’t used to walking any distance. The stairs presented quite a challenge, and more than once Karen prevented Sandra from falling backwards by keeping pressure on her leash.

 

            The door slammed shut and the lights went out as Sheila sat in the darkness alone. Karen’s comment sounded ominous, but would she really kill her sister? It seemed that there was a sick bond growing in both directions between Karen and Sandra, and that in some perverted way, Karen needed Sandra too. But Sheila didn’t feel a similar dynamic growing between her and Karen. No…Karen seemed to genuinely dislike Sheila…she was just a tool used to further break down Sandra. Karen seemed sometimes to be just going through the motions while tormenting Sheila, and it no longer had any noticeable effect on Sandra. Sheila could feel that her usefulness was at end… if anyone should be concerned about their life, it was Sheila. Perhaps that’s what Karen meant.

 

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

 

Such a shame.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

            Karen had worked herself up into quite a state, and finally had Sandra put down the shovel and bury her sweaty face into Karen’s (even wetter) pussy. That delicious long tongue of Sandra’s would be sorely missed. Several studs that Karen had pierced through Sandra’s tongue gave an extra ribbing effect as it slid deep in and out, and caused Karen to unconsciously buck her pelvis with Sandra’s thrusts. Karen had to rub her clit for extra stimulation as the tongue, luscious as it was, didn’t provide enough direct stimuli. She began to clime further and further towards her climax, and breathing in quick dramatic breaths, finally exploded with a fury usually reserved for times after a particularly intense torture session. Perhaps the proximity to her fantastic rose bush was adding to her energy, or perhaps it was simply the thought of events to come.  In any case the intensity was an unexpected delight!

 

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

 

            Karen finally tired of the beating and left to lay down for a bit. She was startled awake by Sandra looming over her. The dirty slave really did look like a ghost! Sandra whispered that her hole was done, and Karen led her back out to the garden. It was a pretty decent job, and Karen had Sandra kneel down in it. Karen then became the laborer as she scooped dirt back into the hole and packed it tightly around Sandra’s body. Eventually only Sandra’s head was showing as the dirt encased the rest of her body like a tight mold. “I’m sorry Sandra, but I need fertilizer for my plant, and I’m afraid you’re it.” Karen squatted down in front of Sandra’s face, stretched her pussy, and let out a stream of hot piss in her face. “If I were you Sandra, I would be trying to drink as much of my gift as possible. From now on I’m not going to give you anything to eat or drink.” Sandra opened her mouth and tried to drink the piss as fast as it was splashing into her mouth. Karen’s bladder finally emptied, and she stood up to leave. “You really are a good slave Sandra. Now I am going on a little trip with your sister. I hope to see you when I get back.” Karen placed a stone from her garden into Sandra’s mouth, stretching it to the breaking point as it created an efficient gag.

 

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

 

Sandra did want to die now.