CAUTION: This is not the official, happy, canon ending. This is an ALTERNATE ending. In this ending, you will find a less favorable outcome for Sara.
I rewrote the original, scat-heavy, alternate ending to provide a non-scat alternative. I agreed with some readers that maybe it was overboard and too much out-of-character for Amber and Krista. Although realism was a lesser concern for me for the alternate endings, I liked the idea of making the alternate/darker ending more accessible for those who preferred that outcome but don't like scat. I've re-published the original scat-heavy chapter as another distinct, more scat-focused, ending.
Cheers!
*****
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking repeatedly as everything came into gradual focus. My mouth felt dry as if I had been eating cotton, and my head pounded like a drum. Despite all of that, I felt surprisingly good. I took a deep breath.
Is this what freedom smells like?
It was as if I was opening my eyes for the very first time. I found myself thinking back to the previous day's escape. I had given up hope of ever looking up and seeing anything but Tamara's pussy. And I had seen a lot of it. How many times had I woken up choking for air, only to find her already wet pussy on my mouth? She had fucked every part of my face, but my nose had been a clear favorite of hers. It had been less than ideal because that meant my nose and mouth had spent a large portion of each day inside her insatiable snatch. And Tamara got so wet, I found myself wondering how getting face fucked by her compared to being waterboarded. I was certain waterboarding had to be a better choice.
But just when I had finally accepted that all hope was lost, out of nowhere, my beautiful sister appeared and saved me. If she hadn't guessed the combination to the door--on the first try, no less--how had Krista been able to divine the combination anyway? Was it possible she could have been working with Tamara?
My sudden moment of clarity was interrupted by an unpleasant sensation forming in my stomach. I barely made it to the bathroom before I vomited.
When I finally returned, Krista was sitting on the couch wearing nothing but an unbuttoned, plaid shirt. She held a glass of water and some pills in her hand.
"Well, aren't a sight for sore eyes," I groaned, taking the water and pain medicine. "Geez, why did you let me drink so much?"
"I didn't exactly
let
you drink that much," Krista laughed, standing up. She wrapped her arms around me from behind, rubbing my temples with her index and middle fingers.
"What happened last night?" I exclaimed between swallows of water. "I remember the first couple glasses of wine and then not much after that. Did we--did we kiss?"
"A little," she giggled.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I was so not in my right mind last night. I shouldn't have let that happen. I was feeling vulnerable, and with the alcohol...," I trailed off.
"It's okay," Krista replied, putting her hand on mine. "It was just nice spending time with you last night. How did you sleep?"
"Like a rock. But I did have some messed up dreams though."
"Messed up? How so," Krista probed, cocking her head.
"Just... weird. I blame Tamara for fucking with my mind for so long." There was no way I was going to tell Krista what I had dreamed. I still couldn't believe it myself. The thought of me being intimate with my sister in that way--it was ludicrous. But I tended to have a lot of strange, vivid dreams, so I supposed perhaps it was just an average night in my fucked up head.
"By the way, I found some shirts in the closet upstairs," Krista replied, abruptly changing the subject. "I grabbed one for you as well." She picked up a shirt from the couch and tossed it at me. She began buttoning her own shirt uncomfortably, as if she'd only just realized how much cleavage she was showing. "Also, I found a couple gallons of gas out in a shed behind the house." She gestured to a red, plastic canister or the floor near the door.
"Then I guess we should finish getting dressed and get out of here" I asked, excited to finally be home.
"I was thinking we could probably just sneak down to the car without putting on anything else. My clothes are still cold and damp, and these shirts are long enough."
"Fair enough," I shrugged. I had been naked for so long in Tamara's sex dungeon that it actually felt more strange to me now to be wearing clothes.
"Now, hopefully nothing else goes wrong," Krista raised an eyebrow.
As I watched Krista, I couldn't help but view her with suspicion. If she had been working with Tamara, it didn't make sense that she would be taking me back since she had just helped me escape. Unless it was some sort of cruel game, but it seemed too risky for Tamara to allow. But what if Krista wanted something from me that I wouldn't be willing to give her? Would I then suddenly find myself back in Tamara's dungeon?
None of it really made a lot of sense, but she knew the combination. And given everything I had just escaped from, it was enough to make me fearful of trusting her motives.
"Actually, I think I'd feel more comfortable wearing pants. And would you mind going to see if you can find some socks? Or shoes at least?"
"Oh, sure. I'll guess I can take another look," Krista replied hesitantly.
"Maybe they'd have something in the attic," I prompted gently.
"I'll look around for a few minutes." She stood, smiled at me, and disappeared down the hallway.
I felt bad for misleading her, but I couldn't take any chances. Not when I was finally free. The minute she was gone, I grabbed the gas can and took off through the door. I nearly slipped several times in the mud, but I finally reached the car.
*****
I drove in silence for a while. Where did I go from here? I hadn't really given much thought outside of the present.
Should I go to the police?
I immediately shot down that idea. What if they didn't believe me?
If I had Krista with me, she could have backed up my story. But no. I shook my head. There was no time for second-guessing myself. If I was right, and Krista really was working with Tamara, she couldn't be trusted anyway.
But what would her goal have been? Thinking back to my dream, I pondered if there could be any connection between why Tamara wanted me and why Krista wanted me. Was it possible she wanted me for the same reasons? She did enjoy kissing me. But no, that was silly. She was my little sister. That didn't make any sense.
I kept thinking about it as I drove. Maybe she'd made a deal with Tamara? What if she'd betrayed me from the very beginning? Tamara had always been a step ahead. She'd always found a way into the house, into my bedroom. What if Krista had told Tamara where to find me after I'd escaped the last time. After all, I'd called Krista.
I may as well have fucking told Tamara myself where I was.
I tried to reign in my thoughts, but they were going a thousand miles a minute. I thought over everything that had happened and tried to figure out when Krista might have sold me out. How many times she might have betrayed me while pretending to be a loving, doting sister.
Had Krista not been at the house that night because she'd gone to get Tamara? Had they gone to look for me on their own, only to return home together when they hadn't been able to find me?
