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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: 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…
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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