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 11 – Blackness

 

            The blackness swirled around her and swept her up in its empty waves. The black roses with her black hair, the darkness she kept her slaves in. It was all one. The further she descended, the darker her soul became, and the more she embraced it. Her cellar literally was hell for the sisters, and she descended into hell to torture them like a demon.  She possessed them and virtually everything about them. The power was unbelievable. Any whim, any desire. A person could become addicted to this, Karen laughed at the thought…she was addicted, as addicted as any heroin addict.  She was compelled to outdo her latest torment and come up with a larger, more intense fix. The truth was that Karen’s brain was producing endogenous opioids as she tortured the sisters, and that was in fact, a natural heroin.

 

            The blackness also swirled around the sisters. The majority of their day was spent in darkness. Sandra was used to sleeping for large periods of time, her body had followed her once brilliant, but now mostly unused mind and almost went into a type of hibernation.  But now, since her sister had arrived, she had the added stimulation of conversation. At first she would talk until her throat was sore, but now with that terrible wire sticking out of her tooth, she found that any movement, or speaking, caused great pain. Why didn’t the nerve go dead? What was the point of having nerves in ones teeth so sensitive?

 

Sheila was also finding the situation unbearable. Sandra had hardly spoken since the dental torture, and Sheila’s body had too much energy to just sit in one place the whole day. She paced, and the grating sound of the chain dragging was becoming irritating. Back and fourth…back and forth. She was aware that this was exactly what caged animals did at the smaller enclosures at the zoo. She understood them completely. Sheila did not lack empathy.

 

Empathy was the one thing that Karen did not possess.

 

            But as unbearable as the blackness was, it was far better than when the lights were ablaze. The lights were the fires in hell, illuminating the horrors inflicted by Her. She knew all. She watched them, listened to their every move. She seemed to know what they were thinking. How could she be human? It was hard to imagine that this woman was once a little girl, who probably had friends, and went to school. If there were some key to unlocking the human underneath, Sheila had to find it. A person couldn’t be that completely devoid of compassion… could they? Especially a woman? Sheila recalled a story of Erzsebet Bathory, which told otherwise.

 

            The 16^th century countess had tortured and killed hundreds of women. Although she is credited as bathing in the blood of the girls, this was never proven. What was established was that the woman was a true female sadist, a rare anomaly. The legend was that Erzsebet believed by bathing in the blood, she would stay young, like a vampire. The parallels to Karen’s actions were unmistakable, and Sheila hoped that Karen’s madness wouldn’t go that far, but things seemed to be getting worse…

 

            Karen was a pathological sadist, and the disease was progressing.

 

            And then there was Sandra.  Sheila thought she had noticed an uncomfortable, indecent bond between Karen and Sandra.  Sandra seemed to have begun to accept the horrors Karen dished out and, even worse, did she seem to desire them? Sheila was certain this couldn’t be the case, yet there was some undercurrent going on that made her uneasy.  Sure Sandra cried out in pain, but there was no fight, no hint of resistance. When the sisters were arguing over who would be tortured, didn’t Sandra’s arguments sound a little too desperate, a little too willing? Could someone become that broken? Sheila was sure that her mind was just running wild; maybe she was the one going insane.

 

            Karen, in the meantime, was planning her next exploit. She was standing in her garden admiring the fantastic spectacle that used to be a simple rose bush. This was looking more like something out of a science fiction novel. The rosebush was climbing, reaching for, and strangling the other plants. It was enraged there were other plants there, Karen could tell. The normally green stems and leaves had turned an angry reddish-purple. Karen at first thought this was a rose disease she had seen before, but she had consistently sprayed and checked for any fungus…no, this seemed different. She could almost imagine blood coursing through its stems.

 

What would happen if she fed it some blood…

            A sound startled Sheila. It was coming from the middle of the darkened basement, and she knew Sandra’s chain couldn’t reach that far. At first Sheila jumped back and cried out thinking it was an animal. Sheila whispered: “Sandra? Is that you?” but a quiet “No.” was offered from Sandra’s distant location. It must be Karen. Karen walking around in the dark. Would she leap out at one of them, pouncing like a leopard in the night? The sounds were quiet but persistent. Karen was creating some evil trap or some other nightmare that she didn’t want the sisters to witness. There was silence…and then a noise at the top of the stairs. Either Karen was moving with such stealth that she could go up and down the stairs without making a sound, or there was another person down here. A loud thumping commenced as something heavy was being dragged down the stairs.

 

How could Karen see? Sheila thought she caught a glimpse of a green light in the direction the sounds were coming from. Night vision goggles. Like the ones the killer wore in Silence of the Lambs. This was a frightening new development. The worst thing was when all the sounds stopped. Karen was standing in the dark watching, studying their reactions. This gave Sheila the chills…something that Karen was able to decipher staring at Sheila, watching the frightened girl’s wide eyes darting frantically back and forth.

 

            Karen thrilled at sneaking around right in front of the sisters, and purposely startled them with sudden noises several times. She stood watching, then slowly inched towards Sheila. Karen could tell Sheila knew she was standing right in front of her, Sheila could sense Karen’s presence. Being naked except for the goggles allowed Karen to make virtually no sound at all. It was funny, but without any sound or vision, people knew when danger was near. Karen stood for as long as her legs could stand it, then quietly backed off, and without making a noise, her bare feet ascended the stairs.

 

Eventually there were no more sounds as the sisters sat motionless waiting. Had Karen left? After an hour or so Sandra finally heard a new noise…it was sobbing. Sheila was sobbing in the corner as her frayed nerves had caused her to breakdown in exhaustion. 

 

Karen’s work was done, now for the fun part of watching the reactions when she threw on the lights.

 

After a wonderful meal Karen went up to her bedroom to put on her outfit. She put on a black, long sleeve fishnet bodystocking with an open crotch. Karen usually didn’t like boots as she thought it was sexier to have most of her legs and feet showing, however there were exceptions. One was her ferocious thigh high boots with open lace sides, which she now donned along with long black satin gloves. She grabbed the final item to complete her costume and headed for her prey.

 

Sandra was just starting to fall asleep as the lights blazed to life. Every time this happened was a shock, the sudden drastic change from going from pitch-blackness, to full harsh light was painful on the eyes. It caused the sisters to both shield their eyes and quickly try to adjust to the new environment every time it happened. However this time there was something new in their environment, and it was terrible.  A small platform about three feet high was sitting between the sisters, and it had a small stairs attached allowing someone to step up to it. What looked like a lever was attached to the back and had a thin cord run through it. This cord ran off and the other end lay unattached on the basement floor. The platform by itself wasn’t the ominous thing; it was what was dangling above it. Several feet above the platform hanging down from the ceiling was…a hangman’s noose. Both sisters audibly gasped as they took this in. The platform was obviously a trapdoor, and the outlines of the breakaway bottom were apparent now that the purpose was clear. No word was spoken as the sisters stared at the horrible apparatus before them. This silence lasted an hour until Karen decided to make her grand entrance.

 

As Karen’s full getup was in sight, it was confirmation of the sister’s fears for the plan of events to come. In addition to her earlier apparel, Karen now sported a latex executioner half mask with a hood. This left only her eyes and mouth visible, to both sisters’ horror, even mostly masked, Karen’s expression could hardly contain her glee.  The noose was looped over a water pipe and then the other end was tied to the stretching rack, where Karen untied it and lowered it. “Sheila, come here.” Karen commanded as she held onto the noose. Sheila was frantically shaking her head no, and was obviously going to put up a fight. Karen had no choice but to get the stun gun, and gave her a jolt. As Sheila lay on the ground twitching Karen quickly slipped the noose over her head and tightened it so it couldn’t come lose. When Sheila finally regained her self-control, Karen was pulling on the end of the rope, dragging her upwards towards the platform. Sheila fought hard, but to no avail.  To avoid choking, she had no choice but to follow the force of the noose up the tiny steps and stand on the trapdoor. Karen then pulled harder on the rope, raising Sheila up onto her toes, securing the end of the rope to the rack again leaving no slack. Sheila started to spin around until she was able to get some semblance of a grip on the trapdoor with her toes. She was dizzy and her legs were trembling badly from the fear that Karen had decided to take events to their logical end, but she used every bit of strength she had to make them hold her and keep her balanced – the prospect of hanging by her neck tapped her adrenalin.

 

Karen turned to Sandra as Sheila struggled to keep her balance. “Well! That was certainly a dramatic struggle! I do hope you understand that you must do exactly as I say, otherwise it’s…” Karen made a cutting gesture with her finger across her throat. She walked over to a chair and placed it right in front of the wobbling Sheila. Karen then walked over to Sandra and unchained her leg shackle. “Go get up on the chair Sis.” Sandra obeyed the command without hesitation.

 

There really was no point in protesting anymore, Sandra had concluded. Karen always did and always would get exactly what she wanted in the end. To even ask Karen to change her mind about the smallest thing was a waste of effort. Besides, Karen reveled in the pleading and fed off of it. No, the best thing was to simply comply, get it over with and try to not dwell on the events to come.

 

Karen then unlocked Sandra’s handcuffs and revealed a small black bag and pulled out something placing it in Sandra’s hands, it was two dozen, foot long antique hatpins. Sheila’s eyes widened with fear when she saw the objects in Sandra’s hands, she knew they would be sticking into her body soon enough. While visibly upset, Sandra displayed far less emotion than her sister. When Sheila tried to look into Sandra’s eyes, Sandra would not meet her gaze.

 

“Sandra, you will take those pins and one at a time push them through your little sister’s tits”. Karen grabbed some items from the chest in the corner, picked up the cord attached to the trapdoor lever, and walked over and laid it all on the stretching rack. She squirted some lubricant from a tube onto the head of a large dildo, and worked it around until the object was fully covered. “When you push a pin through, I want it to go through the whole breast, don’t try and cheat…or I’ll pull this cord here, and you won’t have a little sister anymore.” Karen started working the dildo into her pussy as she spoke, and realized that she probably didn’t need the lubrication after all, she was quite wet already. “You may begin Sandra.” Karen said and sucked in her breath as she inched the dildo into her.

 

Sheila was protesting and pleading for Karen to stop this but to no avail. Sandra still refused to meet her eyes as the first pin was pressed up against the middle of her right breast. “No!” came a cry, not from Sheila but from Karen. “I want you to move that farther back on her tit. I want you to skewer the whole thing! And it better go through the middle of it!” Karen was now slowly moving the dildo in and out, and was staring with delight at the scene that was playing out before her.

 

The hatpins were thicker than regular needles, and not nearly as sharp. The result of this was that Sandra had to use a startling amount of force to puncture the breast, this added to the agony of Sheila. Once through the skin, Sandra slowly pushed the pin through until she met the resistance of the skin on the other side. The skin was stretching as the pin tried to find its way out, and it started to seem to both sisters that it would just continue to stretch and stretch, never letting the pin through. Finally the hatpin popped through and the skin snapped back to its original position, Sheila screamed for Karen make it stop, but Karen was in the midst of a furious orgasm and simply quickened her pace, pumping with the dildo. Sheila prayed that she would not lose consciousness and fall off her tiptoes and strangle herself in the hangman's noose. Karen’s groans were as loud as Sheila’s at this point and Sandra started another pin through Sandra’s other breast. This second pin met the same resistance on entry and exit and caused the same suffering all over again. Sheila lost her grip on the platform with her toes and started to spin around again, but her sister grabbed and stabilized her…it was time for another one.

 

Karen dropped the cord and began fingering her asshole in addition to pumping the drenched dildo in and out. “That’s a good girl!” Karen breathed in a quick and quiet voice. Sandra seemed to know right where Karen wanted the pins to go. What a good slave! Sheila was now screaming at her sister to please stop it, but Sandra didn’t miss a beat as one pin went in after another, eleven on one breast and eleven on the other. As Sandra started the last two pins, Karen cried, “Stop!” Karen sat up on the edge of the table and composed herself. “On these last two I want the pin to go directly in the nipple, and pushed straight into the tit as far as you can!” Karen then resumed her masturbation with the sopping dildo, breathing in short quick breaths in anticipation. Sandra did as she was instructed and started impaling the breast centering on the nipple. Sheila didn’t know how much longer she could remain standing as this seemed to be the worse pain she had ever felt. Sandra was only able to get about four inches into the breast before she ran into all the other pins that had skewered Sheila’s breast. Karen whispered: “Nice”, as she was now able to hear the sucking sound of her dildo moving in and out while Sheila’s cries stopped. Another orgasm crashed out of Karen, and she simply stared at the girls as the tide of emotion swept through her.

 

Finally as Karen finished, she instructed Sandra to take the weeping Sheila down off the platform and shackle her back up to the leg chain. Karen untied the rope from the rack and watched as Sheila was lead wobbling off the platform and finally collapsed to the floor, sobbing. The pins sticking out of Sheila’s breasts made them look like some kind of strange porcupine.

 

Karen took her boots and bodystocking off, and called Sandra over. Sandra hurried to kneel in front of Karen seated on the rack, began to wave her gorgeous legs and wiggle her beautiful feet in front Sandra’s face. Sandra knelt in front of her starting automatically to lick and suck her toes. Karen kept her feet perfectly manicured, and was in fact quite proud of what she considered to be perfect feet. She had seen feet of some of the famous models and thought that their long, thin toes looked unattractive. Karen’s feet were dainty, and she usually used a deep red polish and just recently had a diamond embedded into each large toenail. She had such cute little toes, just perfect for sucking! And that’s exactly what a good slave like Sandra needed to do to stay on her good side…and keep Karen horny. Sandra instinctively opened her mouth and waited for Karen to feed her a foot to worship. Karen's beautiful bare feet grazed Sandra’s lips teasing her.  She then pushed her left foot forward to Sandra’s waiting open mouth.  As Sandra closed her mouth around it to lick and suck her toes, her wired tooth snagged on Karen’s toe ring and brought on a howl of pain.

 

“Oh honey!” Karen mocked, “let’s take that awful thing out of your tooth. I know it must be uncomfortable. Besides you did such a good job with your sister!” Karen withdrew her foot from Sandra’s face; it was then that Sandra got her first really good look at Karen’s toe ring adorning her middle toe. Sandra recognized the setting. It was her engagement ring from Tom that Karen had made into a toe ring.  Karen noticed that Sandra was staring at the ring with a confused look. "Oh, too bad you didn’t have the wedding ring too, for I could have used it for my other foot!

 

Karen reached behind her and brought out pliers and placed her hand against Sandra’s forehead for leverage. As she gripped the wire with the pliers, Sandra cried out, but quickly stifled the noise. It was hard to tell if the pain was caused by the movement of the wire, or the fact that the piers was metal and made some kind of electrical connection with the nerve, either way the pain was stunning in its intensity. Sandra felt the wire pulling from the tooth, but it stopped short as it was wound around too well. Karen doubled her efforts as she pulled harder and harder. Finally Sandra could not hold back her cries as the agony flooded her every being. The tooth itself started to give way, but before it could find its way out, it busted in half. Sandra sat dazed, thrown into shock by the pain, as Karen reached for the rest of the tooth. “Oh, I’m sorry about that dear. That must have truly hurt! Here, I’ll pull that out for you.” When Karen had a good grip on what was left of the tooth, she twisted and yanked with all her strength…and the tooth finally gave way, freeing Sandra from the prison of pain.

 

It still was throbbing, but the nerves were no longer there…and this pain was bearable. Karen sat herself closer to Sandra’s face. “I feel I deserve a little reward myself don’t you think honey?” Karen spoke as she inched her pussy closer to Sandra’s head. Sandra was bleeding profusely, but was able to ignore it due to the shock as she began to lick Karen with her extra long tongue. She could lose herself in this action and forget the pain…it was like being home.

 

Sheila had just gathered her senses enough to look over to see what was happening as Sandra started licking Karen’s pussy.  After what Sandra had just done to her, there she was dutifully lapping at Karen’s cunt with that disturbingly long tongue like she enjoyed it!  Sheila looked down at her aching mutilated tits, and then at Sandra, head buried into Karen’s crotch and blood dripping from her chin.  Nausea overtook Sheila and she began dry heaving, the noise lost in Karen’s moans.