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 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
“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.