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 10 – Steel nerves

 

 

                Sheila could not believe the horror her life had suddenly become – a horror that had been her sister’s alone until very recently.  Now here she was, joining her sister at the mercy of a true monster – a woman who was sick to her bones.  Right now, she had her big sister’s gruesomely stretched cunt stretched tight over her face, and a dental gag stretching her mouth painfully wide, so anything that came from her sister would end up on her tongue.  Sheila’s stomach rolled with nausea at the situation – both she and Sandra were helpless, stuck together so indecently by those earrings!  How was she going to make it 5 minutes like this, let alone all night???  At least that satanic bitch from hell had left, and the darkness of the room was merciful, so Sheila just had to endure and concentrate on keeping her tongue still.

 

                “Oops, silly me!” Karen said as she came back downstairs and turned on the lights once again.  “I’m so exhausted, I don’t know how long I’ll sleep, so I don’t want you darlings to get thirsty.”  Karen was lugging what looked to be a giant-size, translucent enema bag with a tube attached.  Only Sandra saw this, since Sheila’s face was full of Sandra’s pride.  Sandra filled with dread, realizing that she was going to experience a repeating ordeal of trying her best to hold her bladder and keep from filling Sheila’s mouth with urine, then losing the battle and having to use her sister’s mouth like a toilet, all the while having to drink more and more from this enormous bag that Karen had brought.  She knew Karen was going to leave them in this condition for a very long while.  Sandra began sobbing anew at the knowledge that her little sister had joined her fate and Karen, whistling, brought out several pair of dirty panties to pack Sandra’s mouth to keep the tube from the water bag in place.  Sandra had learned not to struggle – she was broken and simply complied, full of dread, as Karen positioned her head to tape in the tube and special packing, and then labored to hang the bag above to ensure a continuous flow.  If Sheila knew what Karen was setting up, Sandra couldn’t tell, but she would learn soon enough.  Tears flowed down Sandra’s cheeks as Karen ascended the stairs again.  Karen truly was exhausted.

 

 

Several weeks later….

 

                Karen had decided it was time to do something profoundly cruel, to take things further than ever before. She found her answer on Ebay. Looking in the antiques medical section, she had come across a few gems…but nothing like this. As always she put in an extremely high bid so there was no question of who would win, Karen hated losing. Having it shipped was also very expensive; it was very big and heavy. Her present would arrive in the next few days.

 

                In the meantime Karen began to prepare a place for the project to happen. In the basement underneath the study was room about 12 x 20 ft. It was an open room and Karen would have preferred there to be a wall and a doorway to keep it private…she didn’t want the Keller sisters to know what she was up to, it was going to be a horrific surprise. A trip to the fabric store provided Karen with the quick solution of a large curtain blocking the view. It now looked like a stage show, which suited Karen just fine. A lot of the magic would be in the presentation.

 

                Every item Karen brought downstairs and into the room had to be wrapped up to shield it from the prying eyes. Oh there were dying to know what she was up to, Karen was certain, but a flash of a smile was all she would feed them. This would be a show that would haunt their nightmares.

 

                Finally it arrived. The smaller box Karen took downstairs immediately. Even this one was surprisingly heavy. The large box was another thing all together. How in the hell was she going to get this heavy monstrosity down the stairs with no help? She could take it out of the box and cover it, but the shape would still give it away and it was still too heavy. Dismantling it was out of the question, the hydraulics were too complicated…who knew they had hydraulics in these things back in the late 1800’s? Damn. Karen finally decided that she needed to keep it in the box and slide it down the stairs using some kind of pulley system. At the hardware store she found a good pulley and rope. Karen then bolted the pulley to the kitchen island just in front of the basement door, this would allow her to slowly ease the box down the stairs and hopefully not rip out the island while doing it. It worked, and Karen was proud of her ingenuity, she was becoming quite adept at using tools…soon she would have to learn how to use another tool.

 

                Sheila watched Sandra’s reactions as Karen toiled away at her new project. Sandra was obviously terrified as to what was going to happen. Sheila was still under the false impression that Karen could be reasoned with at some level, but Sandra had no such delusions…and she knew the depth of Karen’s depravity. Karen was very obviously excited and the lack of attention she was giving the sisters was testament to the seriousness of events to come. A pumping noise was coming from behind the curtain followed by the sound of air being let out…what was going on? Sandra thought of the inflatable dildo, but this was much more mechanical. These noises stopped and then a new sound: squeak…squeak…squeak. The squeaking would speed up and then slow down; Karen was learning how to operate something.

 

                Karen eventually emerged with pieces of wood from the crate. “Done!” she informed the two captives.  Placing a chair in the middle of the basement, Karen spoke to the sisters as she sat down. “I’m afraid that one of you is going to be in for some serious pain, however, I’m going to let you ladies pick which one it’s going to be.” Karen brushed some of the dust from her jeans as she spoke. “Be aware that this is going to be quite…how should I put it…intense, for both of us. It will leave some permanent damage so choose wisely. I’m going to go up and take a bath, then the three of us need to have a little chat.” Karen got up and began hauling the wood scraps up the stairs.

 

                Once upstairs Karen drew her bath water and turned on the monitor, as she definitely wanted to hear this discussion. The sisters were already disagreeing as Karen slipped into the soapy bubbles. Sheila was arguing that Sandra had gone through enough torture; at least she could take some of the pain away from her. Sheila loved her, and was in good shape, and could take the pain better than her ruined sister. But Sandra would hear nothing of it. Sandra knew pain well now. There was still a chance for Sheila, but what chance did she have? She would already need a plastic surgeon to fix her up, what was one more mutilation? Sandra had already resigned herself to the way she looked, but she didn’t think she could bear watching the same happen to Sheila. Sandra lied and told her sister that she was able to distance herself from the pain, it was easy now. In reality Sandra was never able to divorce herself from Karen’s dreadful torments.

 

                Karen was fingering herself as she listened to the conversation, and she herself was torn. While it would be exciting to start with Sheila and rip into fresh meat, furthering Sandra’s bodily damage would be fantastic. It really came down to this being a physical torture for one, and emotional torture for the other. This whole idea was brilliant. Karen’s fingers slipped in and out of her aching pussy, as she worked herself into the drama that was unfolding in her monitor. This was all on a whim of hers. She alone controlled both the sister’s lives; it was her decision ultimately. Whichever one they picked she could simply over rule it or drag them both in there. It was like being God, or more accurately, a goddess. Not wanting to cum, Karen shut off the monitor. She needed all her energy for the event; besides, this was all on tape…plenty time to watch it later.

 

                There was no reason to put on an outfit today, Karen would simply have to remove it, plus she didn’t want any blood to ruin a good set of lingerie. Naked was best, plus who knew what was going to happen. It was exciting and Karen’s heart was pounding as she descended the stairs. The sister’s conversation was abruptly ended as they caught sight of Karen. “Well, I hope you two have decided, as I am raring to get going!” Karen walked over to the chest and grabbed the stun gun. “Ok! Who’s it going to be?” As expected both women offered themselves as victims. Karen sighed. “Now, I’m going to ask that question again. If I don’t hear a clear decision I will drag you two in there together and you will both regret it! Who is going to play with me??” Sandra stared hard at Sheila and offered herself again. This time there was no counter offer. “Wonderful!” Karen turned towards Sandra and unbuckled her leg chain. “Sandra, the doctor will see you now!”

 

                Karen tightly gripped her arm and led Sandra into the room. Behind the curtain looked nothing like the rest of the basement, Karen was indeed busy. It looked like a rundown doctors office; there was medical equipment and charts all over…but all antiques. In the center of the room was a strange chair; it was in fact quite beautiful. A dark polished metal frame supported the seat and backrest, upholstered in a deep purple colored fabric. The headrest was made of leather and the footrest was a dark mahogany. The large steel base enclosed the hydraulics, and was so heavy that there was no need to bolt it to the floor. More ominous embellishments to the chair were some leather straps on the arms, headrest and footrest; these were Karen’s additions. It was a dental chair from the late 1800’s.

 

                Next to the chair was a strange object that at first Sandra couldn’t identify. It was a tall thin pole with a cast iron wheel at the bottom, then a foot pedal. On the wheel was a thin cord that ran up to the top of the pole. This was obviously the origin of the squeaking noise that Sheila and Sandra had listened to for hours. At the top of the pole was another arm that hung down and ended in a…drill. This was also a turn of the century piece of dental equipment, a foot-powered dentist’s drill. Sandra’s knees started buckling as she realized what was in store and she whispered, “Please no! Karen please!”

 

                Karen was amused at Sandra’s response and was getting wet just drinking in her facial reactions. She forced Sandra into the chair and when Sandra began to struggle, zapped her with the stun gun and a shot of tranquilizer. When Sandra came to, she was securely strapped in and her mouth was forced open with an antique dental spreader.

 

                Walking out to the opposite side of the curtain, Karen started to make her presentation to Sheila. “Ladies and slaves, I’m about to introduce to you tonight’s entertainment!” Karen’s nude body was strutting in front of the curtain as she spoke. “I hope you find this as thrilling as I do!” She grabbed the curtain and opened it like a model presenting the surprise in a game show, “I present…dental torture!” Karen studied Sheila’s mortified reactions and wished she had thought of pointing a camera at her face.

 

                Sandra was strapped in the dentist chair with a strap-on dildo around her waist pointing obscenely into the air. Karen had used a much smaller one than the dildo she had violated Sandra with, no way she would stretch her own self out that wide. There were dental charts and some ominous looking old dental tools hanging on the walls…it looked like a horror movie. Karen slowly walked up to Sheila and asked: “What do you think of my surprise?” Sheila looked with a mixture of horror and cold hate into Karen’s eyes and spat: “You’re sick.” Karen walked closer, “I’ll let that pass as I know you are emotional right now. You need to learn some control. Now, give my puss a kiss so I can go and begin.” She pushed her cunt up to the slave’s mouth and Sheila almost gagged on the musky smell of Karen’s excitement. “You better do it or I’ll rip out all your sister’s teeth!” Karen ordered as Sheila closed her eyes and gave it a kiss. “There we go, now on with the show!” Karen spoke as she turned and walked back into the “office”.

 

Karen put on rubber gloves and donned a nurse’s cap for effect. She then clipped a paper bib around Sandra’s neck, “We don’t want this to get too messy do we?” Karen whispered. She reached over and turned on a video camera.. Karen then pulled over a tray of dental tools, some very rusty and old and others looking like something out of a nightmare. “Are you ready Sandra? Karen spoke as she began to climb up on the chair, “Let’s have some fun.” Whispering into Sandra’s ear Karen confessed: “I’m glad it’s you Sandra. You’re still my favorite fuck!”

 

                Karen’s legs straddled Sandra and she eased the strap-on slowly into herself. With a little adjustment, Karen could reach the foot pedal of the drill and move herself up and down on the strap-on at the same time. This was kind of difficult at first to do both tasks at once, but soon Karen was able to get a rhythm going, and it became second nature. The familiar squeaking of the wheel alerted Sandra that her nightmare was about to begin.

 

                Sheila was feeling sick as she looked at the unspeakable scene playing out before her: Karen’s ass pumping up and down on Sandra’s lap, her leg just able to touch the foot pedal of the drill, pushing it up and down with her toes. Sheila was sure there were sick people out there who would pay money to see this perverted sight, and this thought made it even worse. 

 

                “Let’s start with an easy one shall we.” Karen spoke with a clear enthusiasm in her voice. As Karen started drilling into one of the front teeth, Sandra noticed that she was planning to drill through her tooth not up into it, as a normal dentist would in filling a cavity. So far Sandra could not feel anything and was hoping that possibly the nerve didn’t run that far down, or perhaps Karen would somehow miss it. Karen was pumping up and down as the incessant squeaking of the wheel was now supplemented by a higher pitched whining of the drill as it worked its way into the tooth. Suddenly Sandra’s world exploded into pain as the bit bore its way into the nerve. The throbbing was breathtaking and Sandra cried out in anguish, but with the swallowed voice of shock, as lightning bolts of electric pain shot from her tooth into her brain.

 

“Mmmm…there we go!” Karen purred as she pumped faster, both with the drill and her pelvis, and pushed the bit ever deeper. It was amazing how hard teeth really were, either that or her bit was very dull. Blood was beginning to run so Karen grabbed a small hose clamped to the tool tray and squirted it on the tooth. The freezing water hitting her nerve caused Sandra to finally find her full voice and scream like never before. “Now, now…almost through.” Karen calmly spoke through the screams. Sandra was gagging on the bloody water running down her throat and Karen became aware of the screaming, the howling, coming from Sheila behind her, and gave her pelvis a little extra wiggle. As she broke through the tooth, Karen lost her footing on the drill and it came to a sudden stop, seizing in Sandra’s tooth. This caused Sandra to roll her eyes up in pain and Karen unleashed a furious orgasm on Sandra’s lap. Still pumping with her pelvis, Karen threw her head back in ecstasy and was the last sight Sandra saw before she mercifully passed out.

 

When she came to, Sandra was still in unbearable agony, but at least she was out of that chair. She was aware of something sticking out of her mouth. Karen was standing over her, and bent down to talk. “I’ve run a wire through your tooth so it will be very easy for me to discipline you now if you are bad…see?” Karen flicked the wire protruding from Sandra’s mouth, and it sent an intense jolt of pain into Sandra’s nerve, making her cry out in agony. “I expect you to obey with any of my plans for you or your sister, do you understand?” Karen reached for the steel nerve again. Sandra frantically nodded her head in compliance and Karen stopped short. “I’ll leave you gals to undoubtedly talk trash about me as I’m away, but I’ll be back later for some more fun, so save your energy.” Karen got up and walked away, and winked at Sheila as she ascended the stairs.