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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.
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