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 2 - A Meeting of the Minds

When she first woke there was total confusion. Sandra tried to move her aching arms and realized she was handcuffed. Naked. Fuck. She tried to retrace her steps and the last thing she remembered was getting into that woman’s van. Karen, that was her name. She must have been working on behalf of some pervert, probably accounts for how nervous she appeared. There seemed to be the outline of a mattress and Sandra managed to right herself and stand up, blindly shuffling over to it. She was dragging a heavy chain attached to her leg, whoever had put her here had obviously not wanted her to get away. Sitting on the mattress she tried to assess the room. Must be a basement, as she could make out the stairs, and it was either still dark out or the small windows she could see close to the ceiling were masked out. It had to be a very large house as the footprint for the basement was huge. The little bit of light she had came from the LED’s and meters in a rack of electronic equipment, possibly a stereo setup for the whole house. One other point of light was a red LED up near the ceiling that she determined must be a camera. Was he watching? It was too dark to see anything so he must not know she was awake yet. If she yelled maybe that would just bring him down to her, better to think things through first. It couldn’t be money as she had none and her parents were poor, plus she was naked…that said it all. No, this was about sex, and someone had no doubt spent a lot of time arranging this. Were there others before her? Was he a serial killer? Her mind raced. Possibly she could convince the woman to help her. Perhaps it was the woman? Sandra thought she could make out footsteps walking around upstairs but she wasn’t sure, sounds seemed to be muffled down here.

Sandra sat for hours before she finally decided to start yelling for someone to let her know what was going on, or help. She didn’t have high hopes for the latter. Maybe just do what he says and she could get the fuck out of here. Pleading off and on for the next three hours, Sandra’s voice became more and more urgent as panic began to set in.

A sound at the top of the stairs made Sandra stop in mid yell. She wanted answers now she would get them, at least she would know. Light from the door opening illuminated her surroundings for the first time and caused her to gasp, this was no ordinary basement…this was a torture chamber! Sandra’s new world then exploded with light reveling all its horrors. There were whips and canes, shackles, clamps, gags, all hanging on the walls. There was an item in the middle of the basement that looked like the centerpiece of this horrible setting. It was made of thick wood and looked to be a massive modified dining room table. Large eyebolts were at one end and was that a winch at the other? Sandra only had an instant to take this all in as she turned her attention to the person descending the stairs, it was the woman Karen and she was dressed in a provocative outfit. She knew instantly that she was wrong, there was no man, Karen was the pervert. Whether that was better or worse was hard to tell, but perhaps she could reason with her, maybe offer her a little of what she wanted then persuade her to let her go. Sandra wasn’t totally hostile to being with a woman, and this woman was beautiful, plus Karen couldn’t be that sick…could she? Looking at the environment she was in told her otherwise.

Karen had butterflies as she descended the stairs. She was in control but her script had run out, every movement before this had been meticulously planned down to the smallest detail, now she was in uncharted waters. She almost looked away as she met Sandra’s glare but she held fast, she had the power now, and now she had to demonstrate that to her slave. The thought gave her a genuine smile. “Hello Sandra.”

Sandra didn’t respond as she sat on the mattress and watched Karen walk past her towards the end of the room. She observed that Karen didn’t so much walk as she did strut, was she trying to turn her on? Maybe this was some terribly misguided attempt to get in her pants? Again, looking around her dashed those hopes; this woman was really into this. She watched Karen grab a whip off the wall, turn and smile.

“I only really have one rule.” Karen caressed the whip as she spoke. “Do exactly what I tell you and things will be fine, if not, there will be…trouble.” She put an emphasis on “trouble” that made it sound enjoyable, something she was looking forward to.

Sandra kept her calm and spoke softly but determined. “You don’t have to do this. I realize you may have misjudged things and I’ll forget about what’s happened, I can even help you find someone who is more into your tastes. Let’s work this out and we can both walk away with no problem at all.”

“There is nothing to work out Sandra.” Karen moved close and placed one leg on Sandra’s mattress. This put her pussy close to Sandra’s face, and Sandra nervously eyed Karen’s bush clearly visible through her teddy. Karen didn’t believe in shaving her pussy like everyone seemed to do now, a bald pussy looked silly to her and leaving tiny patches of hair wasn’t much better. When she shoved her pussy in Sandra’s mouth she wanted it to be her hairy pussy! She inched up her teddy to reveal her open bush. Karen was so wet with anticipation she could hardly think. “Lick it.”

“Please don’t…” Karen had expected this and stepped back letting the whip fly as hard as she could. The stroke landed on Sandra’s shoulder and knocked her back. She was startled by the force of the lash and cried out in surprise as much as pain. Karen was pleased with her blow and sent another two to follow. These hit Sandra’s side as she tried to curl up in a fetal position to escape. Then more…four, five, six. The lashes fell all over Sandra’s body as she screamed. Seven, eight, nine. Karen pranced around Sandra as if she was a loin tamer in a circus. Sandra caught a glimpse of Karen’s eyes in her frantic effort to hide from the blows, they had a wide wild look that proved Karen was enjoying herself. She lowered the whip. “We can keep playing or you can do what I said.”

Karen touched her pussy and found it drenched, so much so that she even wondered if she had pissed herself. Now she needed relief and the bitch-slut better provide it. “Lick it!” she screamed. Sandra slowly moved herself closer realizing it was a loosing battle, better to get this over with quick and stop the punishment. She placed her mouth on the hairy puss and was sickened by the wetness and musky smell. Karen’s hands roughly grabbed the back of her head and smashed her face deeper in, causing Sandra’s whole face to get wet with her captor’s vaginal fluid. Feeling her slave’s tongue part her labia, Karen realized this was something she could make happen anytime she wanted from now on, and when the tongue hit her clit she gasped. The juices were still pouring out and Karen rammed Sandra’s face again and again into her pussy as she exploded in an orgasm that caused her to fall backwards. She threw Sandra back as she stumbled and began laughing as a release, sitting on the floor, laughing and cumming. Life was going to be very, very good…for one of them.

Karen started to compose herself. “Whew! That was intense!” She picked herself off the floor and straightened her teddy. “I’m sure we will be doing a lot more of that in the future!” Walking over to the wall she hung the whip back up, walked up the stairs and turned off the lights.

Darkness again.

In the blackness Sandra’s pain seemed unbearable, made worse by the fact that she was heavily perspiring and the salty sweat was stinging her wounds. She was humiliated and hurt, not consequences from anything she did, yet somehow she felt dirty. The woman showed no remorse or empathy and Sandra had an even worse feeling the more she thought about that. Karen was a true sadist, a creature she had never encountered before, at least that Sandra was aware of. There was not going to be any quick and easy out to this circumstance, this woman planned to keep her and keep her for a long time. She would have to somehow figure a way beyond reasoning to escape her current situation. So it was best to try to do what Karen wanted until she could develop a plan. Sandra wiped the disgusting smudge off her face by rubbing it on the mattress, perhaps if it was a man it would be better. She needed to urinate and remembered seeing a drain by where her chain was bolted to the floor. My chain. The thought repulsed her. She found the drain with her feet and squatted over it relieving herself.

Karen was truly alive for the first time. She had hidden her true nature her whole life, even to herself, and now for the first time it had escaped. It was wild and it was free! Walking into the bathroom she squatted over the bidet she had installed after her husband’s departure, this was something he would have never approved of. Soon however, the bidet would be unnecessary. She ran the cool water on her pussy and contemplated her next course of action.

For some reason she was afraid to leave the house. Sandra was secure she was certain, but it seemed that the dream might all go away if she left. Food and other necessities made the trip inevitable though and Karen decided a break was warranted. While grocery shopping she found something for Sandra: it was a brand of instant meals that you just add water, and she bought the whole box. At the checkout the cashier laughed and asked if she was going on a long camping trip. “No,” said Karen, “my daughter just loves them.”

Karen bought a large bottle of her favorite wine and since she had no perishables she decided to treat herself to a fine meal at a seafood restaurant. While waiting at the bar for her table she was hit upon by a decent looking man in a well dressed suit, the old Karen would have been flattered and maybe struck up a conversation, the new Karen however told the man in no certain terms to bug off. She liked the new Karen much better. Returning home she switched on her monitor like she was switching on a soap opera, and unpacked her groceries. She took the large box of instant food mixes and set them by the basement door. It was time to let Sandra be for a while she concluded. A day or more alone down in the dark would show her where the power was.

Time crawled for Sandra as she sat and waited for whatever was next. She was thirsty, sore and frightened. She almost whished Karen would come down just to give her relief, but she had a feeling that when Karen did come, it would be for something worse. She screamed her lungs out, cried, held temper tantrums and slept. She tried to exercise but found it difficult as with her hands cuffed behind her back she kept loosing balance, instead she paced.

A day passed.

Karen saw it on the news…a missing college student. Her heart skipped a beat and she held her breath listening for news on any leads. A pretty picture of Sandra filled the screen along with a number to call with any information. They were searching her apartment complex and several neighbors were interviewed on camera, ending with the fact that there were no leads and no witnesses to any abduction. This was great news! Karen switched the input select over to the basement cam and watched Sandra sleeping; she alone knew where the missing girl was…and it was time to play with her toy. Again she prettied herself up deciding this time to sport only her black pumps…this was their second date, no need to be modest and wear clothes. Karen finished and went back down to her kitchen, she picked up the box of Sandra’s food and descended to the dungeon.

Sandra was half asleep and barely noticed the door open, but as the lights went on she shielded her eyes from the pain it caused. She watched Karen descend the stairs naked, save for some high heels. “Why are you doing this?” Sandra screamed. “Please, please I’ll do anything you want, I just want to go home!”

“You can’t go home now, they are looking for you. I’m afraid it’s too late for you to leave me.” Karen calmly informed Sandra. She set down the box and walked over to the sink at the end of the room. “You can’t keep me here forever, I swear I won’t tell anyone!” The words sounded stupid to Sandra, of course she would eventually tell. Karen was attaching a garden hose to the sink faucet not listening to the pleading. “I don’t even know where I am! Answer me you fucking bitch!” Sandra knew this was a mistake as soon as she said it, and tried to minimize the damage. “I’ll do what you want, anything.” She said in a much softer tone. “I know you will.” Karen pleasantly replied. “But right now you stink and I want you to wash up.” She picked up a bar of soap she grabbed from the sink and threw it to Sandra. Karen walked over close to Sandra and let loose a strong spray from the hose hitting her in the head with the stream. The chilling spray took Sandra’s breath away and she let out a high-pitched yelp like a dog having its tail stepped on. Karen laughed at the sound and moved the spray to other parts of her body. “Wash!” Sandra obeyed the command and took the opportunity to quench her thirst. Karen re-aimed the hose at Sandra’s mouth long enough to allow her to have her fill. “Wash your pussy, I don’t want that all filthy!” Karen barked. Sandra cleaned as quickly as she could in an effort to make the water stop.

Finally Karen decided she was acceptable and put down the hose: “I suppose you’re hungry.” Sandra sheepishly nodded yes as Karen kicked the box on the floor closer to her. “Pick one.” Since Sandra couldn’t look through the box due to her hands cuffed in back, she just chose the first package on top. “The chicken one on top.” She whispered. It was Chicken a la king and came with its own built-in pouch to prepare it in. “Mmmm, that looks tasty!” Karen mocked, smiling. Squatting down and opening the pouch Karen removed the attached spoon and placed it in front of Sandra. “I’m afraid I will have to feed you like a baby as you can’t use your arms, so sit down.” Sandra sat down awkwardly, momentarily loosing her balance and almost falling. “Just add water.” Karen pretended to read the directions. She stared at Sandra’s eyes to watch the reaction as she placed the open pouch under her pussy and let loose a stream of piss into the package. Sandra slowly shook her head back and forth, tears welling up, and whispered: “No. Please no.” “Yes, you will.” Came Karen’s answer. “This is supposed to sit for ten minutes before it’s ready, I expect at that time that you’ll eat it, if you don’t there will be repercussions.” Karen got up and walked upstairs as Sandra collapsed in sobs.

It was hard for Karen not to finger herself but she wanted to savor this and make it last as long as possible. Once upstairs she set the timer and tried to focus on other things. She walked out into her garden realizing this is the first time she had been nude outdoors. It didn’t matter much as she was isolated out here and her garden had a huge fence surrounding it. Her black rose bloom was joined by two other buds now, as jet-black as the first. She could call the Rose Society and would make quite a stir if she didn’t have her more important business at hand. Perhaps there would be a time in the future when she would do that. But for now…the timer dinged. She turned and walked inside very quickly, almost a run.

When Karen arrived back downstairs Sandra was still in the same position, sobbing. “I hope you are willing to eat your dinner now.” Karen said sounding like an agitated mother. “No. I can’t, please…” Came the reply between sobs. Expecting this, Karen got up and walked to a chest near the sink and opened it, retrieving a long item with a prong at the end. Through her tears Sandra was familiar with what it was. She didn’t know where she had seen one before, or how she even recognized it, but it filled her with dread…it was a cattle prod. Karen spoke gently “There are several settings on this dear, I will start low, but have no doubt you will be eating your dinner before we get to the strongest. Now, I ask you again, will you eat your dinner?” Sandra remained silent looking down at the floor, trembling. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and prepared herself for the pain. Karen jabbed her with the prong but didn’t squeeze the trigger, laughing at her reaction to what she expected would be a shock. “Oh honey, it will be a lot worse than that.” Karen was as wet as she had been a day earlier when she had whipped the daylights out of Sandra. She then gave Sandra the real shock she had been expecting, by placing the prong on her breast and squeezing the trigger. A burning electric pain shot into her breast causing her to scream and fallback sobbing. Karen smiled, got up and stood over her, giving Sandra another shock on her other breast to even things out. She gave her three more shocks in the stomach and then turned up the settings. “Nooo, please…” sobbed Sandra as the first shocks on the higher setting hit her. The pain was staggering in its intensity. This time a jolt hit Karen as well, but a very different kind, a bolt of pleasure that she had never felt before. A new level of satisfaction had been reached, this was her drug and she was an addict. A rapid series of shocks that followed, concentrating on Sandra’s thighs, broke her. “Stop!” She sobbed. “Please, I’ll do it!”

“Stick your tongue out Sandra.” Karen commanded. “Stick your tongue out or I will keep this up all night!” Sandra stuck out her quivering tongue and closed her eyes as she knew the pain would be unbearable. Karen put the settings higher and rested the prong on Sandra’s tongue using the anticipation as another weapon in her assault on her slave. A squeeze of the trigger sent Sandra into convulsions and caused Karen to actually start dripping her juices onto her. Karen sat down on her sobbing slave’s chest and grabbed the pouch of food she had stupidly refused to eat, scooped up a big spoonful and pushed it down Sandra’s throat. “You will keep this down!” Sandra started gagging but knew that she had to keep it down, the consequences would no doubt be worse. The taste was awful but she focused on just getting through it. After the pack was half gone Karen seemed satisfied and positioned her dripping pussy right above Sandra’s now empty mouth. There was no need to tell her what to do as Sandra began to lick. Karen lowered her bush and floated away into bliss.