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 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.