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 9 – Sheila

 

No!  NO!!!! It can’t be!

 

Whatever was left of Sandra’s life began to crumble away. She began to whine like a beaten puppy. She sank to her knees as Karen bent down on hers and began to unwrap the girl. “So pretty!” Karen stroked the girls face. Sandra couldn’t see the girl clear but knew…it was Sheila. Her little sister Sheila. She would be raped, tortured and broken, becoming another toy for Karen’s pleasure.

 

“NO!!!!” Sandra screamed. “You filthy bitch!! You piece of shit, get your fucking hands off my sister!!” She was sobbing now. “Kill me! Do anything but please don’t do this to her!” Sandra cried louder than she ever had before, she was becoming hysterical. Karen was drinking this in as she lowered her cunt onto Sheila’s face and began rubbing. Faster and faster Karen rubbed and then stopped. She then let out a stream of piss onto the unconscious girls face and mouth. Karen then smiled at Sandra. “Just marking my belongings!”

 

 

Sheila

 

 

There was total confusion and she couldn’t breathe. Her body reacted in reflex, coughing the warm salty liquid out. Was she drowning? She heard yelling…someone was arguing. It was not time for her body to wake up yet though.

 

More sleep.

 

An hour passed, Sheila stirred and began to come around. What had happened? She remembered getting up this morning, breakfast and the store. Yes she was shopping. Then that woman. But it was dark now, where was she? Wait…go back. That woman. She said something important. She said something about Sandra! Yes, she said that Sandra was still alive and knew something about where she was, and the woman was scared. The woman was taking a risk telling her this, and they must hurry. What if it was true? Why would she be lying? Maybe she lived with the man who took Sandra, and maybe this woman was a victim too? The woman was trying to help.

 

No, they couldn’t go to the police…they had to hurry!  He would be back soon. The woman spoke in a quick whisper. Please, she begged, act natural…she had a black Lexis parked around the corner…get in the passenger side and wait…they can’t be seen together. She would come out in a couple minutes. Don’t let anyone see you get in the car. Could she believe this?

 

Sheila did this, and trusted in the woman. She could take her if she tried anything, Sheila was an athletic woman, and besides…she had her gun. It was a Raven 25, a very small and light pocket gun. She had carried it since she purchased it two months after Sandra’s disappearance. The same thing was NOT going to happen to her. She could not legally carry it, but that hadn’t stopped her, she made a false bottom in her purse that would prevent the gun from being spotted in any quick search. So Sheila got in the passenger side of the Lexis and waited.

 

Could Sandra really be alive? Sheila had known she was, Elizabeth Smart had proven that you never give up hope.

 

Maybe the woman was just crazy, or perhaps this was some sick joke. Sheila saw the woman exit the store in the side mirror. The woman was attractive and was well dressed…she sure didn’t seem crazy. The woman got in and quickly pulled the car out. “Did anyone see you?” the woman nervously asked. “No, I’m certain,” replied Sheila. “Lay your seat down, I don’t want him to see anyone else in the car,” the woman spoke as she dug for something in her purse. Sheila looked and found the lever and laid the seat down. “Now what is this about? What do you know about my sister?” Sheila was becoming agitated. The woman reached over towards her. “I’ll show you!” Sheila only heard the zap of the stun gun.

 

            That horrible taste in her mouth…was that piss?? Oh God! Sheila started spitting in order to rid her mouth of what was left of the taste. There was urine all over her clothes.

 

            “Sheila?”

 

            A voice came from the darkness and startled her…but the voice was gentle and familiar. “Sheila, it’s me Sandra!”

 

Sheila was too startled at first to answer. “Sheila, it’s Sandra! Can you hear me?” Could it still be some kind of trick? Sheila whispered…”Sandra? Oh my god!”  The disembodied voice in the darkness began to quiver, “Sheila, I love you!” Sheila attempted to rise to her feet but was still too dizzy to keep her balance. “Sandra, are you ok? Everyone thought you were dead! I knew you were alive! I knew you wouldn’t leave me!” Sheila’s own voice began to break up, “Please Sandra, are you ok?” There was a chain around Sheila’s ankle. She was a prisoner. But her sister was alive. The mixture of emotions was confusing, plus she was still drugged. “I’m…ok…I’m alive” replied Sandra, “I’m so sorry you’re here.” Sheila had a thousand questions for her sister “Please Tell me what happened.” Sandra began to recite her sordid tale to her sister, skipping some of the more brutal aspects, no need to frighten her yet. Besides, she had a thousand questions of her own for Sheila.

 

            After learning the horrible truth of her sisters situation, and her own, Sheila began to fill Sandra in on all the events since her disappearance. The searching, the agony, the questions, the slowing ebb of interest. There were no leads, but Sheila had never given up. She began to live her life as Sandra had. She became who her big sister was. Sheila went to the same school, took the same classes, developed the same friendships. She would keep Sandra’s place until her big sister could return. It got to the point that her parents confronted her, but Sheila wouldn’t be dismayed…and in a certain way it was kind of a false comfort to them. Sheila retraced Sandra’s final known steps a thousand times, as if doing it enough would reach into Sandra’s mind. The doubters were proven wrong. Here was the proof; here she was locked up in the same basement as Sandra.

 

             In this moment however, even chained in a cellar with an uncertain fate, Sheila would want to be nowhere else. She was with her sister again. In this moment, that was all that mattered. Sheila was beginning to make out the outline of Sandra as her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, but how she longed to see her sister’s face again. She felt around and paced the circumference of her freedom, and she stumbled on something soft…her purse. Could it be? She dropped to her knees and went for the prized object hidden in the false bottom. Gone.

 

            The lights exploded to life like a million suns. Sheila cried out in shock and shielded her eyes. The footsteps of Karen began to descend the stairs, and Sheila peeked through her hands at the dark figure slinking towards her, carrying her gun. “Looking for this?” Karen chuckled.

 

            Karen was dressed in a cat suit, but not any cat suit…this one was very special. As a little girl, Karen had admired Julie Newmar as the Catwoman from the campy Batman TV show. Admired her so much that she emulated her movements and speech, each Halloween there was no question what Karen would be wearing. As Karen matured, she never lost that fascination. She even purchased an expensive replica of the outfit with the original material, Lurex. It was black, but as few people knew, it had blue threads running through it, and the overall effect was more of a purple color. The Lurex was able to form-fit much better than cheap vinyl or even leather. The silly leather outfits of Michelle Pfeiffer and Holly Berry were mockeries, it was disgusting to watch them parade around claiming to be Catwoman. No, the most famous Dom in the world was and always would be Julie Newmar. Sexy and feminine. When Karen poured herself into her cat suit, she became the real Catwoman.

 

            Sheila could hardly tear her eyes from the wicked woman coming towards her, but diverted her attention to Sandra. The shock of Sandra’s deplorable state took her breath away, and tears welled up in her eyes. Sandra looked…well, saggy. She was bald, but had peach fuzz growing back in. She was kneeling so it was hard to tell, but it looked like her labia was stretched out on the ground in front of her and attached to…bells? Sheila almost became sick at the sight. And she could hardly call what was attached to Sandra’s chest breasts. Her tits were stretched so much that they looked like deflated balloons.  Sandra looked back with shame, sorrow, but mostly dread in her eyes as Sheila took in the appalling sight.  Sandra looked more completely broken than Sheila had ever imagined a person could.  As the two sisters looked at each other in silence, the third woman in the room fed off their despair.  Karen had been waiting for this moment… to the point that she was shaky with anticipation.  To see the look in both sisters’ eyes, as they understood the situation and reality crashed in… Sheila seeing what had become of her sister, and Sandra knowing the games Karen was capable of with them both.  Karen relished the moment when Sheila saw her sister’s condition and look of dread in her eyes, she realized what her own fate was going to be!  Karen felt that taking that beauty and sex appeal from Sandra had made herself sexier – she may have been just imagining it, but she felt that she was seeing a younger, sexier body in the mirror these days.  Imagine what impact ruining the even sexier younger sister would have!

 

            Even though she thought she had prepared herself, Karen was not ready for the electric jolt of the extraordinary orgasm that ripped through her when she took in the image of the two sisters, one thoroughly broken and one coming to grips with her situation, silently gazing at each other. 

            Sheila had no idea what was wrong with the woman. “You can call me Karen. I told you I’d show you your sister.” Karen purred as she placed the gun down and retrieved the cattle prod from the box along the wall. “You sick fuck,” Sheila replied, “How the hell could you enjoy doing this? Do you even realize how fucked up you are?”  Karen continued towards the girl, cornering her at the end of Sheila’s chain. “I’m not fucked up, I’m free. Are you?” Karen spat as the prod hit Sheila in the chest. The force knocked Sheila on her back, and she tried to scream but no sound came out. “Now shut up and take your clothes off. Do it slowly…” Karen breathed and hoarsely said: “strip for me.” Sheila looked over at her sister for direction, but Sandra was hanging her head, trying not to look. Maybe all it took was a little titillation to satisfy this woman and she wouldn’t do such terrible things, maybe her sister was not fulfilling that need. But this was the woman who must have pissed in her mouth, and she knew she was dealing with one screwed up bitch.

 

            Sheila started to take off her clothes as slowly as she felt she could get away with, but another jolt of maddening pain hit her. “I said strip for me! Make it good! Karen was rubbing herself through her cat suit as she watched her new toy reveal herself for the first time. There were so many things they could all do together it was hard to focus on one idea. Just the thought of Sandra watching in despair behind her was enough to take her to the edge alone…but here Karen had a fresh, untouched canvas to work with. Another soul to break. Maybe she could make them compete against each other…or turn them against themselves. Karen simply masturbated watching the girl strip and dreaming of all the possibilities. She had already cummed in her cat suit only moments before, but this one seemed just as powerful. When the rush came, it caused Karen to become dangerously vulnerable, as she lost control of herself for a few seconds.  Luckily, Sheila only looked at her with disbelief, and Karen regained control.  “Just how much have you missed your sister?” she asked as she walked up with the chloroform-soaked cloth.

 

When Sheila awoke, she was lying on the floor and was wrapped tightly in cellophane so she could not budge.  However, that was not nearly as unpleasant as the metal – what was it, a dental tool? – keeping her mouth open painfully wide.  What was worse was that it felt like each side of the jawbreaker was attached securely to the floor, so she could not turn her head at all – she was stuck looking straight up at…oh God!  Sandra was hovering above her suspended, tilted a little forward so that she could look at her little sister lying immobile below her.  She was suspended by her knees – forcing her legs excruciatingly wide – and her elbows, tied together behind her back, suspended her.  Her stretched labia hung down and the bells that had been attached to the rings Karen had installed were replaced with Sheila’s earrings.

 

Sheila shrieked at the site of her sister spread gruesomely above her and the earrings attached to her labia dangling so much closer to her face.  “I see you’re awake!  I hope you aren’t too uncomfortable,” Karen said.  Sheila tried to move her head to look at Karen, but was secured much to tight. She tried to ask “What the hell are you doing?” but all that came out was gargled nonsense. Karen appeared to get the gist, nonetheless.  “Just trying to make your reunion as joyous as possible.  You and your sister are going to spend the night together, just as soon as I get your earrings back on your ears.  Then I can get a good night’s sleep knowing I have done a good deed!”  Karen purred.  Both Sandra and Sheila began to scream in futile protest as Karen lowered Sandra until her pussy lips were lying across Sheila’s tear-streaked face.  Karen hummed sweetly under the clamor as she put Sheila’s earrings, still attached to Sandra’s labia, back on Sheila’s ears, stretching her pussy completely over Sheila’s face and wide-open mouth.  She paused as another orgasm rocked her to dizziness.  “Good night, girls.” Karen crooned once everything was in place, “I’m going to get a good, long night’s sleep.  It’s been such a day!  I’m completely exhausted!”  She turned off the light as she went up the stairwell.