BDSM Library - Group XS

Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy which contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence, rape, non-consensual imprisonment, scatology and torture. It is definitely NOT for anyone under 21 or anyone who is offended by such material. This story is fictional and any resemblance to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 1

Date Monday 18 th October 19.00

There was an autumnal chill in the air as Catherine Grace walked home from the State Prosecutor's office where she worked as a prosecuting lawyer, and she reminded herself to bring her coat with her tomorrow.

As she neared her apartment block, Catherine was thinking just how much she would miss Lynne when she went away tomorrow; this trip would be the first time they had been apart for more than a night since they had met four years ago.

The woman waited in the shadows of the apartment for Catherine to return home. She smiled to herself as she waited, feeling the sexual tension rising inside her body, in anticipation of what was about to happen. She imagined Catherine's surprise, firstly at finding the apartment in darkness and then at finding a masked intruder bent on doing terrible things to her body.

Hearing footsteps approaching the front door, the woman nervously smoothed down the black rubber of her catsuit and adjusted the mask which disguised her face, her fingers dwelling on the raised outline of the lettering on the mask as she did so; the letters were “XS”!

Mistress XS was ready and waiting as her prey entered the apartment; the evil lawyer, Catherine Grace who had put her friends and sadistic associates, Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof behind bars.

Catherine hesitated as she entered the apartment, obviously surprised not to find Lynne ready and waiting for her. “Hello! Lynne?” she called as she shut the door. Catherine was surprised not to hear the burglar alarm beeping - it was unusual for Lynne not to set it – they had both rigorously set it since Catherine's employers had installed it 6 months before as a “precaution”.

The woman watched Catherine flick the light switch on and listened to her curse as nothing happened. She waited while Catherine, unaccustomed to the darkness, edged her way forward to the table light just in front of her and bent down to fumble with the lamp switch.

Just as Catherine switched the light on and the hallway was flooded with light, the woman stepped forward from the shadows and said “Don't move Catherine! Stay just where you are!”

Catherine did move as she heard the voice. She swivelled round to see the masked face of the demonic Mistress XS standing there, a small revolver in her right hand levelled directly at Catherine, and a pair of handcuffs held casually in her left. Catherine gasped and said “No! Please, don't hurt me…”

The woman laughed and said, “What makes you think I want to hurt you Catherine? I just want to play a few games with you, that's all! Now, if you will, please take your clothes off and put these cuffs on your wrists behind your back!”

As Catherine unsteadily began to remove her clothes she wondered how she could escape, but the pistol levelled at her gave her no option other than to comply; her only hope, Catherine realised was Lynne. “What have you done with Lynne?” Catherine asked nervously as she removed her bra.

“You don't need to worry about Lynne!” Mistress XS replied. “She's gone on holiday, remember? Only not, as you might believe to the Caribbean , but to the darkest dungeon of Group XS' new home – a distant castle!” Catherine gasped. “You've abducted her?” She said.

The cuffs clicked into place behind Catherine's back with a finality which made any chance of escape an improbability. As they did so, Mistress XS visibly relaxed and said “Right now Catherine, go into your bedroom – I have a few toys there I think you'll, what should I say, enjoy?” Catherine moved in the direction of her and Lynne's bedroom and shoved the door open with her hip. She waited in the darkness while Mistress XS followed her in and flicked on the light. Laid out on the bed, waiting for Catherine, were a whole plethora of bondage and torture implements!

“Mistress XS?” Catherine said. “Yes.” Came the reply. “I really need to pee before we get started – it's cold outside and I'm bursting.” Mistress XS considered the request for a moment and said “OK. You know the way.”

At this point Catherine burst out laughing.

“You might look the part Lynne, when you get that mask on and slither into that catsuit, but you are crap at acting the part! Do you really think Mistress XS would give two hoots whether I was bursting or not!” Catherine said.

Catherine's partner started to laugh too, and said “Well, I guess not – but I was thinking of you, you see. The last thing you want to do on our last night together is to end up peeing in the bed!” Lynne moved the mask up on her head and closed in on Catherine, her full lips smothering her lover's in a lingering kiss. As she broke for air, Lynne said “Now you can't tell me that this isn't a nice surprise! I just thought that on our last night together for two weeks we ought to do something memorable!”

“You bet it was a surprise!” Catherine replied. “I was just getting ready to start bitching to you about your holiday; the next thing I know I'm being abducted! Now, if you don't mind, I do need that pee and would love a glass of wine before you do your worst to me; and then, if you are a truly wicked Mistress, I might just have to do the same to you, and send you off on holiday with a tanned backside!”

Lynne pouted and said “Oh no! You don't mean to say you're going to tie me up and give me a spanking? How terrible!” before pirouetting and going out to the kitchen end of their open plan living area and fetching a bottle of wine from the fridge.

Catherine returned from the bathroom, having discovered it wasn't as easy taking a pee with your hands cuffed as she had thought, and moved some of their bondage apparel to the side of the bed to create space for her to stretch out. As she lay down on the bed she saw the well worn leather hood staring up at her and she felt a shiver of thrill run through her. It had been that hood which had actually brought she and Lynne together and kindled both of their interest in a certain amount of kinky sex.

It had been one evening during the trial of the two doctors, after the court had emptied, while Catherine was busy packing away some of the items of evidence, that Lynne had approached her. Catherine had of course recognised her, Lynne was in court every day taking a record of everything which was said and, Catherine had found, it was hard to keep your eyes off her with her long legs, short skirts, massive chest and shock of long naturally blonde hair.

Lynne had approached Catherine shyly and said, “Excuse me, Miss Grace? I wonder if I could have a look at those things before you pack them all away; only I'm writing about them every day and haven't managed to see them properly yet.” Naturally Catherine had agreed. She would have found it hard to deny this young beauty anything and found herself staring into the soft blue eyes and wondering what her lips would feel like.

Lynne had taken her eyes off Catherine, finding it hard to hold Catherine's gaze, and looked down at the mass of leather and steel items, all neatly labelled, Catherine was placing back into a packing case standing on a trolley. She looked around her nervously, Catherine picking up the mixture of fear at being discovered studying the things in the open Court and the sexual excitement which was driving her.

“Look,” Catherine said impulsively, “I'm taking these back to my apartment now, why don't you give me a hand with them and you can look at them properly without any prying eyes around?” Lynne had agreed with the idea enthusiastically and, deep down, Catherine had hoped it was because she wanted to be with her rather than see the things close up.

Lying on the bed now, Catherine smiled to herself at the recollection of her own impetuous invitation. She hadn't been intending to take them home at all, rather to wheel them into the Court storeroom for the night. Of course Lynne now knew this, but at the time she had seemed to have been wholly taken in by the ruse, helping Catherine fold the seats in her hatchback and not commenting on the improbability of Catherine having to lug the large and heavy box too and fro from the Court.

Back at the apartment they had shared most of a bottle of wine and chatted about the case and the various characters involved before Lynne had ventured to ask if she could have a look at the things now. The hood at which Catherine now stared had been at the top of the box and the first thing Lynne had pulled tentatively out.

Catherine could hear her now saying “So you mean to say, they locked these on the girls for days at a time? I mean it's barbaric, isn't it?” Lynne had studied the hood carefully, taking in the massive leather plug on the inside and the countless teeth marks around it from hours of use. She had studied the worn straps which encircled the eyes, the mouth, went under the jaw and over the top of the hood and also formed a collar. “And they used to put padlocks on all of these?” She had asked incredulously as she studied the hood.

“And didn't you say in Court that this restricts breathing as well?” Lynne had asked, peering at the two tiny metal grommets under the shaped nose. “That's right.” Catherine had said. “And if that wasn't bad enough, they used to use these…” Catherine had replied pulling a rubber rebreather bag fixed to an attachment like a small gasmask on the end of a strap out the box. “… these meant the girls had to re-breathe the air from the bag before they got any fresh air!”

“This is going to sound like a very strange request.” Lynne had said once they had emptied much of the box. Catherine's heart jumped as she guessed what she was about to ask. “But after hearing all this talk from you in the Courtroom, I'd kind of like to find out what it felt like for the girls. I know it's silly really,” she said taking a large sip of her wine for courage, “but I'd just like to feel for five minutes what they felt like being helplessly bound and dressed in this stuff at the hands of a sadistic lesbian!”

Catherine had not really needed any encouragement. She was feeling wet with the sexual tension and, would have had to admit, she had wondered the same thing herself and had even brought some of the things back to her apartment to try out on herself. This said, she didn't want to appear too willing so she hesitated and seemed to deliberate. “Well I shouldn't really, I mean it's more than my job's worth to let you handle the stuff here and now – let alone put you in it!”

“Oh go on!” Lynne had said, turning on the pout she had worn a few moments ago. “I won't tell and, if you do, I won't be able to resist if you turn out to be a lesbian who wants to take advantage of me!” Lynne had paused and looked seriously at Catherine. “You are a lesbian too, aren't you? I hope so, because I really want you… I've been fantasising about you everyday in Court and getting quite hot and bothered!”

Catherine's heart had skipped a beat as she had heard these words. “The feeling's been mutual.” She said, taking Lynne's wine glass from her and setting it on the table before running her hand through the seductive blonde hair and pulling Lynne close towards her. As their lips touched, tentatively at first, it was like a firework had gone off inside Catherine's head; all that mattered to her was to taste more of the beautiful young girl she held in her embrace.

Catherine was brought back to the present as Lynne walked back into the room, carrying two wine glasses, and said “Do you remember that first night we had together?” Lynne placed the glasses down and climbed onto the bed next to Catherine. “You mean when you tied me up and you fucked my brains out or when we made love before that?” Lynne asked.

“Well I suppose I was thinking of both, really, and some of that really kinky stuff we brought home which definitely wasn't for us!” Catherine said. Lynne held one of the glasses of wine to Catherine's lips and gently poured it for her, allowing Catherine to take several deep gulps of the wine.

“Because I was thinking about when you tied me up…” Lynne put her finger to her mouth and made as if to think hard to recall. “I seem to remember you made me dress up in a kinky schoolgirl's outfit, then put my arms into a binder and put the hood on me before bending me over at the waist by pulling my arms up behind me to the beam in the living room. I seem to remember you spent a whole lot more than the five minutes you promised me was all it would be fucking me from behind with your dildo!”

Lynne looked down at the bed. “Oh!” She said in mock surprise. “What's that I see on the bed? Is that the hood you used? Oh, yes it is… and look, there's the sleeve and the uniform!” Catherine was laughing as Lynne went through her pantomime performance, for a few minutes, at least, the spectre of their being parted left behind.

Offering Catherine another sip from the wine, Lynne said, “You've reminded me of all that stuff we tried, or at least intended to try. Do you remember your bringing that box home, the one with that inverted V-shaped ridge along the bottom?” Catherine remembered, it had been a heavy wooden box which she'd somehow managed to manhandle into her car to bring home for a weekend shortly after the trial. Group XS had, apparently, kept girls in the box for long periods of time, their heads folded between their knees and their weight resting on the cruel V of wood. Catherine had tried the box for about 5 minutes before she panicked; Lynne had fared little better.

“Oh yes!” Catherine said. “We didn't like that at all, did we? That went straight back, together with the bodybag they put that girl in, what was her name, you remember the claustrophobic one?”

“Hannah, Hannah Firman.” Lynne prompted.

“That's right, we never did try the box combined with that awful bodybag with the slit over the ass that they made poor Hannah wear. Can you imagine how she must have felt, in there for days at a time?”

“No.” Lynne answered with a shudder. “Nor can I imagine ever wanting to wear any of those horrible schoolgirl outfits… apart from the one we have here, that is!” She said with an evil smile. “I think it's about time we got you dressed up so “Mistress XS” can have her wicked way with you!”

In mock horror, Catherine said, “Oh no! Please don't tie me up and rape me Mistress XS! Please, I beg you!”

Lynne smiled and bent forward to kiss Catherine, whispering softly just before their lips met “I'm going to do just that, you naughty slut.” They kissed deeply and for a long time.

As they kissed Catherine was unable to defend herself with her cuffed hands as Lynne's left hand explored her naked sex, it felt like they were back on that very first night of passion and exploration, the night when they discovered each other and the fun of a bit of bondage and role-playing. In fact, Catherine thought as Lynne's eager fingers explored inside her soaking pussy, it was better than the first time; now, unlike back then, they didn't have the spectre of Group XS hanging over them and the sinister side to what had now become their toys was still a reality.

“Yes.” Catherine thought to herself. “At least Group XS are dead and buried now…”

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 2

Date Monday 18 th October 20.00

Even as Catherine was having these thoughts, in a house set well off the main road a couple of hours drive away from the city, there was evidence to the contrary.

The house dated from the 1930's and was a peculiar mixture of Victorian austerity and gothic excess. Basically a square red brick house, the front had four columns supporting a canopy which stretched for the width of the building and forming a balcony for the first floor rooms.

There were three floors to the house, the third set in the roof where small windows protruded, the ornate tiles and ridge to the roof contrasting starkly with the dark brooding institutional building in whose shadow the house stood.

In the dark, lights could be seen blazing in the house behind drawn curtains; by contrast the next door building had scarcely a glimmer of light showing, blinds drawn tightly in front of it's small barred windows.

The light from a set of headlamps passed briefly across the front of the larger building, for a moment reminiscent of a search light exploring the darkness of a prison camp, before focusing on the neighbouring house. The lights on the car dimmed suddenly as the engine was switched off.

A tall man in a business suit climbed out of the driver's side and a young woman, in a short skirt and blouse, the passenger's door.

Both strode purposefully up the steps of the house and, as they approached the top step, the front door opened and light spilled across them both, highlighting the man's strong features and grey hair and the woman's soft face and cascading locks of blonde hair. They might have been father and daughter or even husband and trophy wife, it was difficult to tell. What was obvious was that they walked with a unity of purpose inside without a second glance at the maid who opened the door.

A passer by might have noticed that the maid moved very stiffly, that she didn't greet their arrival and that her uniform, whilst capturing the spirit of the French maid, fell far short in terms of decency. But the house and its neighbour were set well away from the gaze of passing strangers, their perimeter guarded by a high brick wall, so no one saw the couple arrive.

Some minutes later the same man strode down the stairs of the house, his business suit gone and, in its place, a black Major's uniform from the 1940's. The man was now dressed as a Sturmbannführer from the hated Gestapo!

He waited patiently for the woman to come down, his eyes falling on the maid who now knelt patiently beside the door, her hands behind her neck and her face pressed to the floor as if in supplication. She braced herself, feeling the man's brooding presence behind her. She could feel his eyes taking in the spectacle of her well rounded rump displayed so wantonly before him as it strained through the fabric of the horrendous panties she was forced to wear.

His cock leapt with eager anticipation as he focused on the strap which cleaved her buttocks and buried itself deep within the folds of her cunt, conscious that the strap had a sinister purpose – it held the huge dildos which filled both the girl's ass and cunt in place; it had the added value of ensuring the little spikes which peppered the inside of the gusset of her panties were continually pressed deep and uncomfortably into the tender folds of her pussy and the puckered rosebud of her ass.

The man's hand strayed between the maid's legs and he felt her stiffen as he explored the deep crevice, his strong fingers kneading the imprisoned flesh underneath and enjoying the pain they created as they compressed the short spikes under the satin fabric more deeply into her tortured body.

“Are you Jewish?” He asked the maid.

The maid shook her head in vehement denial, her taped lips unable to answer the simple question. The man's right hand grabbed the maid's hair and he viciously pulled her upright, at the same time and in the same motion, turning her round so he could look into her face, as he did so the chain around her right ankle which tethered her to her station near the door rattled excitedly on the wooden floor. He saw fear in her eyes and savoured the moment.

“We'll see when we've finished talking to your friend downstairs.” He said, his hand gently stroking the flesh-coloured tape which had been wound time and again around her face. From where he stood it was easy to see the obscene bulges in her cheeks which suggested that her mouth had not only been packed with cloth… it had been cruelly stuffed. He guessed, rightly as it turned out, that the maid probably had two, or even three, pairs of her Mistress' soiled panties crammed inside her mouth and he wondered briefly what it tasted like to have the sweet flavour of another woman's sex mixed with the salty pungent taste of her urine, in which the panties would have been soaked, permeating her taste buds.

“If she tells us otherwise, you know we'll have to punish you, don't you?” He said with a leering smile of anticipation. “Because we have some very special ways of punishing Jews here.” He continued, his right hand suddenly striking her hard across the face. “Especially Jews who lie to us!”

The girl knew all about the ways they had here to punish girls; she had experienced many of them. Her fear at experiencing more showed in her eyes, and the man was about to comment on her fear when he heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned to see the woman he had arrived with stepping carefully down the stairs in her spiked heels.

“What do you think?” She said proudly waving her hand over the black uniform she too wore, a uniform made from shining black rubber which hugged every generous curve of her youthful body.

“You look stunning Frau Obersturmführer!” The man said, turning his back on the maid and joining the uniformed woman as they made their way across the hall and to a door under the stairs.

“Let's go and talk to this one's friend… perhaps she'll tell us whether this girl is being truthful when she denies she is a Jew!” He said pointedly before the pair made their way through the door and down the flight of stairs behind which led to a series of underground rooms and corridors.

They halted in front of a door with a large Swastika painted on the outside and the man swung the door opened stepped back allowing the woman to enter first, “After you Frau Obersturmführer.” he said.

Inside the room their senses were immediately assailed by the sights, sound and smell of fear and pain. The room was large and had several doors leading from it. To their left as they entered a naked girl was spread out in an “X” from a wooden frame, her back, ass and thighs purple and red with a mass of interconnecting welts and wheals,

Further in, but still on their left, a girl stood blind and mute, her head encased in a heavy leather helmet, her hands tucked safely out of harms way in a single sleeve behind her back, struggling to stand upright to take the strain off her tits which had been drawn almost vertically upright by two hooks attached to the ceiling and embedded in the meat of her breasts.

The evil Gestapo pair halted in their stride to admire the sight of a girl astride a wooden saw horse… she was held in place by the wire nails hammered through her pussy lips into the horse!

As they walked through the dungeon to a door at the back, they also passed a girl crammed into an impossibly small cage, and two more who were motionless, hanging from their wrists.

But the pair's interest did not lie in this room, even though they might later have some fun with one of these girls. Their interest lay through a door marked “Interrogation Room 2”.

Inside, the room was smaller than the one they had just passed through and relatively spartan. In fact the room had little in it apart from a pair of what looked like gymnastic parallel bars, two metal lockers, two chairs – one an odd looking armchair with no seat - a stool, a gleaming metal trolley and a glass-fronted cabinet with an array of sinister implements on display. Aside from the door through which they had entered, there was another door on the far side of the room which had a small black sign on it bearing the legend “ Prisoner holding cells and solitary confinement .”

The man made his way to the first of the metal cabinets and fiddled with the heavy lock. As he swung the door open he said “Ahh! Fraulein Meyer, how delightful to see you again!”

A girl stood inside the metal locker squeezed impossibly tight on all four sides. Had she been able to move inside the locker the yards of thin cord encircling her body and embedded deep in her flesh would have prevented any but the smallest movement. Not that she would have wanted to move very far because the four walls of the locker bristled with tiny pin pricks.

The only parts of her body which were shielded in any way from the pins were her head, which was encased in a featureless leather hood with the word “Juden” picked out in white lettering across the forehead; her tits which were in a constricting white bra which had a black triangle with a blue Star of David on each cup, arranged so her nipples protruded through the centre of each star; her nether regions which were encased in a ridiculously tight panty girdle which had a matching emblem over the cunt and, should she have been able to turn around, her ass. On her feet she wore ‘ballet boots' which held her feet in an agonising enpointe position. There were garters coming from the panties which held up her stockings, but these afforded her little or no protection, and a strap drawn between her legs which held the massive dildos inside her.

As the door opened on her, Becky Meyer was unable to see who stood behind it. She was hot, frightened, in incredible discomfort from the torture she had so far endured allied to the pins and the cramps associated with her predicament. As she heard the voice she knew her torturers had returned and she felt a stream of her own warm piss run down her stockinged thighs as her subconscious mind reacted.

Becky had no idea how long she had been here, it felt like a week but had, in fact, only been 2 days; 2 days in which her solitary confinement had been broken just 4 times when unseen hands had forced water inside her through a tube they pushed up her nose.

The man laughed as he saw the stream of piss run out of Becky. “Look!” He said to the woman who accompanied him, “She's so pleased to see us she's wet herself with the excitement!” Roughly he pulled Becky out of the locker, noting as he did so the puddle of stale piss at her feet and thinking “She'll have to be punished for that!” as he did so.

It was a massive relief to Becky's tortured and cramped body to be free of the confines of the locker, a relief which spread through her body as the tight ropes were removed. A glimmer of hope sprang in her heart. Perhaps they were here to release her! That glimmer faded and died as she was man-handled to one side of the parallel bars and bent over one of the bars. Two pairs of hands quickly secured her wrists and ankles wide apart so she was not only bent double but made available to them both. Becky cried to herself inside the hood. She knew what was to come from the last time… and the time before that.

She felt one of the pair, it was in fact the woman, unfasten the strap between her legs and work the two dildos from out of inside her through the devilish holes in her panties. She felt familiar fingers, she knew immediately they belonged to the woman, start to gently tease her clitoris, drawing the bud out from inside its shroud as her body, despite the pain with which it was wracked, started to respond to her ministrations. She knew what this woman was capable of. She had felt those fingers before, drawing her near to climax only to let her fall into painful oblivion. On other occasions when they had been torturing her, the fingers, and even the hand, had worked her into a climactic frenzy and let her come. They had made her come time and again; not for Becky's pleasure, but rather to make the tortures which followed, the clamps, the probes and the electricity hurt her even more.

“You see!” The woman said, her voice muffled by the leather encasing Becky's head, “I told you she was a horny bitch! Her pussy's beginning to get wet!” The fingers continued their rhythmical work. Kneading and pulling; stroking and teasing. Despite her determination not to respond, Beck's body betrayed her and her hips began to move as she responded to the fingers.

The woman looked at the man and smiled. “She wants to come I think!” She said. “But I don't think we want to let her, do we?”

They were playing a game with Becky. “No. We shouldn't let her come.” The man replied. “She's just proving just how dirty a slut she is. She knows she is a dirty Jewish whore… and she knows what we do with dirty Jewish whores…”

While he had been speaking the man had opened the glass-fronted cabinet and taken from it a length of rubber hose made all the heavier by the sand with which it was packed. A favourite instrument of the Gestapo he hefted it and waited while the woman teasing Becky moved out of the way.

“We punish them!” He said, punctuating his sentence with a massive blow from the hose across Becky's ass cheeks.

Becky felt the sickening weight of the blow which might have moved her and the frame to which she was attached had it not been firmly bolted to the floor. She felt the blow and immediately felt a sense of relief that it had not hurt as badly as the impact suggested. But sadly Becky's body was once again betraying her; just as she had betrayed her friends under torture.

After a moments relief Becky felt a gathering cloud of pain as it formed throughout her whole body. But this was no rain cloud; it was a dark hurricane of a storm cloud, and the pain hit her as she had struck her with lightening. Inside her hood Becky let loose a scream which would have been heard over a storm… had she not been hooded and gagged. The muffled “Aaaaaarrrrggghhhh!!!!” which did escape was music to the man's ears and he landed another blow with enthusiastic gusto.

It took a little less time for Becky to feel this blow and again her scream erupted into the brief silence which followed the dull “Thuddd!” of the hose's impact. Again she felt the wave of pain course through her body, but this time it was as if the wave was built on top of the previous one – far from being less intense the pain built to a new crescendo.

“Aaaaaarrrrggghhhh!!!!” Went up the muffled cry.

“Thudd!!!” went the hose.

Again the wave of pain seemed to build on the first, rolling over Becky like some massive breaker crashing on the shore.

“Aaaaaarrrrggghhhh!!!!”

Like a coiled snake the hose struck again with lightening speed and with equally devastating impact.

“Aaaaaarrrrggghhhh!!!!”

The woman watched the onslaught from the comfort of one of the chairs and allowed her practised hand to slide under her short rubber skirt and toy with her own clitoris through the thin latex gusset of her panties. She didn't let herself come – she would save that for much later – but her eyes took on a dream-like quality as she enjoyed the sensation and listened to the music of pain being unleashed in front of her.

When the man eventually finished the woman continued her gentle pleasuring; there was no need to move just yet – she knew what would come next.

Becky might have prayed for unconscious oblivion, but sadly her wish was not granted. She felt every shattering blow from the hose. She felt every sick black wave of pain as it ran through her tortured body. When he finished, she hung over the rail like a limp rag-doll, her limbs still pulled taut by the ropes. It was an effort to breathe now, the pain in her body was so great, and it wasn't until he stroked her ass where the blows had landed that Becky was capable of any reaction.

The gentle touch, the caress of an artist admiring his work, the touch of a lover was all it took to bring back the pain as if she had been struck again.

“Poor baby!” the man said. “Does it hurt?” Mimicking a concerned parent before unleashing a series of staccato spanks all over the bruised and battered ass.

The pain came back with vengeance and Becky was hardly aware when the man ceased his spanking and positioned himself directly behind her. If she heard the sound of him unbuckling the belt of his trousers it didn't register. She couldn't hear the gentle sound of him greasing up his engorged cock as he eyed the centre of the Star of David which covered her ass.

The first Becky was aware that she was about to receive more pain, more humiliation and more degradation was as he slid his rock-hard bulbous and veiny cock through the seat of her panties and into her ass. For a brief moment her sphincter resisted the challenge posed by his cock. And then the puckered bud blossomed, opening wide like a sunflower as he drove his cock home. He deliberately drove his cock fully home, making sure his weight pressed against her tortured ass and ensuring the little spikes, from which she had been relieved when the strap was removed, once again bit into the ring of her anus.

Once he was fully home, the man remained where he was, enjoying the sensation of Becky's anus trying to close around the massive intruder, trying to expel it and expanding and contracting in little flutters of wasted energy. To the man it felt like Becky was gently masturbating his cock; to Becky it felt like he had inserted an over-sized rod of steel into her ass!

Once the first wave of resistance from Becky's ass began to wane, the man began to rhythmically pump in and out of her delicate hole. He particularly enjoyed the pain she felt when he drove into her battered backside and made every effort to thrust harder and harder against her tortured flesh. He thought of what was to come, both for Becky and the unfortunate girl who was to follow her, and felt his cock become even more hard. Becky felt it too and let out a muffled wail of hopeless agony as the already engorged cock swelled to even greater proportions.

Becky would have wailed from fear of what was to come had she been able to see the images of probes and electricity which were coursing through the man's evil mind at that particular moment.

While the man kept up his relentless assault on Becky, the woman shuddered to a minor orgasm. Satisfied, at least for the present, her sadistic mind immediately turned to the next part of Becky's torture. She rose to her feet and went to the glass-fronted cabinet and began to assemble an array of instruments on the metal trolley.

There was a sinister black box with a number of dials and switches on it and two displays – one marked “Amps”, the other “Volts”; there was a collection of clamps on the end of coiled wire leads; there were several metal probes of varying sizes, again on coiled wire leads, the smallest the size of a knitting needle, the largest shaped like a massive metal dildo; there were two pairs of rubber gloves, one plain rubber, the other covered with short metal bristles, again with more of the coiled leads attached; there was a collection of little glass bottles and tiny paint brushes; there was a wire brush the size and shape of a toothbrush; finally, there was a shiny stainless steel scalpel!

The woman glanced over the contents she had lain out on the trolley and rubbed her crotch involuntarily as she anticipated her role in what was to follow, before rolling the trolley over towards where Becky was being anally raped by the man. She then waited patiently for him to finish. With remarkable control he kept battering away at Becky's ass for a further 10 minutes before eventually coming to a shuddering climax.

Most men would have been satisfied to have fucked the ass off a bound and beaten girl: but not the grey-haired man. As he felt himself coming a wave of pleasure swept over him and he thrust as deep as he could, trying with one last effort to inflict still more pain before slowly withdrawing his cock. As he pulled his cock from the hole in Becky's panties a large spittle of his semen attached itself to her panties and slowly ran down to her inner thigh. The man paid no attention to this, instead turning to the woman with the trolley, a broad, satisfied, grin spreading across his face. He was not grinning because of what he had just done; he was grinning because his sadistic thirst still needed to be quenched by what was to follow.

“Now the real fun can begin!” He said as he stuffed his still almost fully engorged cock awkwardly back in his trousers. “Shall I set her up on the bars?”

Without waiting for the woman to agree, the man began to release Becky's bonds and hauled her upright. He unbuckled the straps around her hood and carefully slackened the lacing at the back before removing it. The integral leather pear gag needed to be worked out of her mouth and eventually came free with a small “Plop!”

Becky found herself blinking in the unfamiliar bright light, and for a moment stood dazed and unfocused as she tried to come to terms with the flood of sense which had been freed with the removal of the hood.

When at last her eyes allowed her to see her surroundings they fell first on the man who had just raped her and then on the woman who stood smirking behind him. As they fell on the trolley which stood between her Gestapo tormenters, Becky tried to scream. “Oh God!!! Please no!!! Not again!!! Haven't you done enough already?” Her vocal chords, having been silenced for so long, only managed to make this come out as a pitiful rasping whisper.

If she had hoped for her plea to be recognised, Becky was sadly disappointed as the man forced her to remove her painful clothing and climb naked onto the parallel bars. When they had tortured her previously, Becky had been strapped to the seat-less chair, so now she was unsure how to perch on the bars.

“Not like that!” the man said in an exasperated tone as Becky tried to drape her legs over the sides of the bars. “Come right to the front and kneel on top of the bars!” He instructed.

Becky could have tried to resist, but she was locked in a room with two other people, her reserves of energy were low and she had no option but to comply – even though she knew with absolute certainty she was about to experience more of the shattering pain she had received just two days before. Once she was in place atop the bars, so her lower legs ran along the top, the man began to strap her legs firmly in place.

Becky was already aware how exposed her cunt and ass were, and as each strap was tightened to the fullest any hope of closing her legs vanished. The man paused in his work to admire her ass, which now bore the bruises and deep red lines he had inflicted with the rubber hose.

When at last she was melded immovably to the top of the bars, the man stepped round between the bars behind her and told her to put her arms together behind her back. He then began to work a single sleeve up her arms, patiently tightening the straps and lacing until her breasts thrust forward invitingly and her elbows were touching behind her. As he did this, Becky could feel a growing pain in her shoulders as they were forced into the unfamiliar position and she became aware of how difficult it was to keep her balance atop the bars unless she allowed herself to fall right back on her haunches.

He walked round in front of her and took a ball which hung from a length of steel wire against the wall in front of her and brought it towards her, lifting it up to her mouth and saying “Open wide!” Becky reluctantly took the enormous metal ball into her mouth and immediately found herself gagging as she bit down on the cold, unyielding steel ball. There was still some slack in the cable, but the man didn't seem in the least perturbed… but then he knew what was to come. He smiled a sly sadistic grin at Becky and said “You're going to want to make sure you keep that in place!”

He then moved back around Becky and pulled a cable from behind her and affixed one end to a “D” ring at the end of her single sleeve. Patiently he began turning a ratchet handle on the wall behind her and the cable attached to her sleeve, which ran over a pulley set in the ceiling behind her, slowly started to move upwards.

As he turned the handle Becky felt her arms lift up behind her and fought to stay balanced as she was pulled first backwards and then forced to bend forward as her arms twisted in their sockets. She was relieved when he stopped turning the handle. Although her arms hurt Becky knew he could have been much more severe in tightening the cable.

The man then whispered to Becky “Better brace yourself for the next bit!” Before kicking a pedal underneath the bars.

Becky had scarcely taken his whisper onboard before the two parallel bars swung outwards and she dropped fully 6”. At the same time her arms were pulled with frightening force upwards behind her and she felt a searing pain in her shoulders. Simultaneously her head jerked forward as the cable attached to the ball in her mouth snapped taut.

Becky let loose another scream, “Aaaaarrrggghhhhh!”

She found herself struggling for breath as pain shot through all her limbs. Her thigh muscles fought an unequal battle against her own body weight to stop her falling further, and as she sank another 1” or so, it was only the combination of the impossibility of opening her legs wider allied to the upwards pull on her shoulders and the strength of her neck muscles which prevented her from falling further.

The man stepped back beside the woman and for a few moments they both admired his handiwork. “Now doesn't that look inviting?” the woman purred as she looked at Becky's cunt which was gaping open with the strain of her position. The woman moved behind Becky where her ass was sticking out invitingly behind her, Becky having adopted a half-crouch atop the bars, and said “Oh look! She's even offering her cute rosebud for us!” the woman examined Becky's ass closely and tenderly wiped a small dribble of semen away from it with her finger before licking her finger clean with a look of rapture on her face.

The man moved over to the one comfortable chair in the room and drew it near to Becky, so he would have a ringside seat, while the woman fetched the stool and settled herself between Becky's wide-stretched legs. “Now then Becky. We can play our games now.” She said, reaching for a bottle which contained lubricant. As she lathered her hands with the lubricant the woman purred like at cat which had got the cream. “You know,” she said, “you admitted to us you were a dirty whore when we had our little chat the other day. I want to see if you are as dirty as you say. I want to see if you get horny having another woman play tender love games with you… because if you are as horny and dirty as you say, I think you'll want to come and come again.”

Becky refused to believe the woman could do anything to arouse her. All she could feel was the pain of straining muscles and stretched tendons, a pain which consumed her whole body and, she felt sure, would shut out any stimulation the woman could give.

For her part the woman knew different. She was well practised in the art of tormenting other girls and she knew the female body, no matter what the level of pain, could be stimulated to reach an orgasm. Her goal, however, wasn't to give Becky a single orgasm… oh no! Her goal was to give Becky as many orgasms as she could stand… and then a few more. The delight of this was that Becky's clitoris, her pussy and her tits would all become so much more sensitive for the torture which was to follow. The woman knew that Becky would fight her taking control of her body; that Becky would her torturer taking control of her sex and her orgasms with her last vestige of spirit. She also knew that Becky would lose the battle, that Becky would feel utterly humiliated to be betrayed by her own body by it responding to another woman. She also knew it would break her spirit far more than any forced anal rape.

But then that was what the grey-haired man and the woman wanted. They wanted to strip away every vestige of Becky's spirit so they could savour her torture the more when the time came for the electricity and the other delights they had in store for Becky. They also knew that by the end Becky would be only too willing to betray her friends and family to be spared more torture.

Sadly for Becky there would be no end to the torture. Once she had betrayed any secrets the pair wanted they would torture her for their own amusement. Once she was so battered and broken that the tortures didn't give them the same pleasure, they would take a sadistic delight in seeing her suffer unbearable humiliations and degradation. They would delight in locking her in the coldest, darkest, most cramped cell they could find and seeing her beg to be fed scraps of food and small quantities of water. They would delight in letting her watch as they laced her food and drink with piss and shit; knowing full well that she would have no alternative save to eat and drink what was offered.

You see Becky had already admitted to them that she was a Jew; she had already admitted she was a dirty, cheap, whore; she had already admitted she was a lesbian… Whether she was or not didn't matter. Whether she had admitted under torture didn't matter. By her own admissions Becky had given the pair cart blanch to do with her anything they wanted. And what they wanted now was for her to betray others - even if she knew them or not. It didn't matter: it was part of their game.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 3

Date Monday 18th October 21.20

Catherine was by now standing, as best she could, underneath the beam in the living room bent forward at the waist, her arms drawn up behind her in a single sleeve tied to the beam. As promised, she was the one this time dressed as the kinky schoolgirl, the short black rubber box-pleat skirt she wore doing nothing to preserve her modesty, just as it had done nothing to hide Lynne's four years before.

Under the skirt, which was so short it had ridden up to her back in her bent over position, Catherine wore a bizarre black panty-girdle which had been part of Group XS' school uniform. She and Lynne had chosen it because it was the least painful of the Group's school underwear and this one was at least in a reasonable size; the Group seemed to revel in squeezing girls into impossibly tight lingerie. The girdle was a fabulous design of leather, rubber and stretch satin and fitted very snugly. This one, at least, didn't have the plethora of spikes which many of the other ones had, instead having a split crotch with just a few spikes on the inside.

Catherine and Lynne had reasoned that this pair were designed to have some kind of double dildo strap worn with them but, for their purposes, were risqué enough as they were. The spikes added a certain thrill without too much pain. Both girls had decided that they enjoyed some of the feelings of helplessness, enjoyed the vulnerability it evoked, but really didn't enjoy the pain with which Group XS was associated.

With black seamed stockings hanging from the garters on the girdle, Catherine looked every bit the naughty schoolgirl. She certainly couldn't argue with Lynne as she now wore the hood, thank God without any re-breathing device! Inside the stifling leather prison Catherine was able to imagine what it must have been like for the captives of Group XS. She and Lynne had realised that reliving their experiences, experiences they had both shared during the court case, added a certain frissons to their “kinky” sex life provided they didn't try any of the more extreme methods employed by Group XS.

After the case was over, Catherine had brought back to her apartment much of what she thought was the softer equipment from the trial evidence for she and Lynne to experiment with. They had quickly learned that much of the bondage equipment was OK as, unlike Group XS, they didn't use it for very long. For Catherine now, fifteen minutes in the hood would be bearable but scary… the girls found at Group XS' farm had told tales of wearing the hoods for days at a time – even with the re-breather attached!

As Catherine felt Lynne start to probe her with the strap-on, she wondered what it would have been like for the girls to have been probed with the massive dildos Mistress XS and the other women, Dr Zorhof included, had used in Group XS. A quick foray through the available dildos from the evidence box had sent Catherine and Lynne scurrying to their local sex store for something a little more manageable and comfortable!

As Lynne buried herself deeply inside her, Catherine felt the few pricklers on the girdle rub against her swollen labia, not an wholly unpleasant sensation when caused by your lover, but the girls in the trial would have felt the sensation magnified a hundred times over as they were raped and sodomised by the Group members. As Catherine worked back and forth against Lynne's thrusting loins, images of the girls came into her mind, innocent young girls who had probably been raped whilst wearing this very hood, these very panties and even this very skirt.

The faces of Beth, Emily, Hannah and Katie flashed through Catherine's mind and she felt herself lurching toward orgasm. In her mind she was all of those girls, helpless torture victims of the wicked Mistress who was fucking her while she was bound.

Of course Catherine realised the reality for those four was far from her fantasy. The reality was that they probably had nightmares each and every day of their lives. Kidnapped by Group XS for their perverted sexual pleasure the four had been subjected to every conceivable torture, humiliation and degradation ahead of their dramatic rescue. Truth be known, they were the lucky ones. Catherine had no idea how many girls passed through the dreadful farmhouse only to be spat out a few months later as beaten and broken bodies, no longer of any interest to the Group who would replace them with fresher, more exciting meat.

Catherine had never found out, despite endless questioning of Dr Zorhof and Dr Saavik and extensive searches of the farmhouse how many girls had gone before the four they rescued; neither had she found out what had happened to those who had gone before. The nearest they ever got to finding out was a threat made by Dr Saavik to one of the girls, that she might soon find herself travelling South of the border in a packing case to “El Casa del Dolor”, literally “The House of Pain”. He had told her that “El Casa del Dolor” was a place from which she would not return and could expect to live out a brief existence fulfilling the fantasies of sick sadists who paid would pay for her services. Catherine had never been able to see how this varied from being a victim of Group XS, but reckoned there must be a difference in the mind of Dr Saavik, the sick, perverted sadist.

As Catherine felt herself being pushed over the edge, her whole being caught up in the overpowering orgasm which swept over her, she had a fleeting image of Dr Zorhof standing behind her and fucking her trussed and obscenely displayed body. This image tipped Catherine over the edge and she tried to scream her passion into the over-sized gag which invaded her mouth.

Slumping against her bonds, Catherine didn't have to communicate to Lynne that she needed to be released now. They both knew that the prospect of staying bound in the hood, or any of the other bondage gear for that matter, for any second longer than was necessary to bring the fantasy play to fruition was more than they wished to bear. Lynne quickly released Catherine, focusing first on the heavy, hot and stifling hood.

As the hood fell to the ground, the leather now showing dark stains on the inside from Catherine's sweat, stains on the inside which mingled with older stains from unseen wearers and stains on the outside which told of people having most probably spilled semen and urine over the hood in different guises of sadistic passion.

Released from her bonds, Catherine lay in Lynne's arms and held her close. “Oh God! That was fantastic!” She whispered. “It scares the shit out of me to be so helpless, but knowing it's you doing those things to me just makes it perfect… God forbid we should ever find ourselves in the hands of a real Group XS!”

Lynne agreed with her and held Catherine more close, revelling in the smell of sex, the perspiration and the warmth of her lover. Very soon they were both asleep, dreaming of sunshine and perverted sex…

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 4

Date Monday 18 th October 22.10

While Catherine had been whispering “Oh God!” to Lynne, Becky Meyer had been screaming it in tortured rapture, the words muffled by the steel ball she held firmly between her teeth. Between her lags as she knelt astride the parallel bars, the woman was gently teasing and stroking her clitoris, her practised and lubricated fingers slithering effortlessly over the engorged nub. She had already made Becky come three times. Three times Becky had come to a shuddering and wailing orgasm. She had begged and pleaded for the woman not to do the same, but with relentless, and callous certainty, the woman had begun to tease and probe, stroke and tweak Becky's breasts and pussy until the girl once again found herself becoming aroused.

“Do you want to come?” The woman said softly. “Pleeeeaaaaffff! Yeff! Yeff!” Becky cried around her gag, her body wholly betraying her. The woman thrust her right hand deep into Becky's gaping pussy and worked her fingers on the inside, searching for the spot up behind the clitoris which would send the girl over the edge once more. As she did so, the woman used her left hand to squeeze Becky's clitoris steadily as the girl panted and moaned in rising ecstasy.

“Yeff… yefffff… yeffffff!” Becky began to say, chanting the words like a garbled mantra as she felt the wave of pleasure sweep over her. Like a huge wave crashing on the beach, Becky felt the breaker wash over her and gently subside as the wave of pleasure receded. As the last of the orgasm shuddered through her body, she was suddenly assailed with a new feeling.

Pain.

Becky's clitoris, her nipples, her labia and the inside of her cunt which had all a few moments before been craving attention now sent an over-riding message to her brain telling her they hurt and wanted no more.

“Please no more. It hurts too much!” was Becky's garbled plea to her torturers.

Sadly for Becky, these were words the man and woman had heard before – if not usually as distorted - words they revelled in and words which would only spur them on to greater excesses with the captive female body. The woman heard the words and said “No more? But we've only just started! And you seemed to be having so much fun!” The woman turned to the man and winked as she said to Becky, “What would you like then my dear, another orgasm or to answer a few questions?”

Becky shook her head as best she could and said “No more. Anffer queftons!” around her gag.

Getting to his feet the man said “Very good.” He produced from his beautifully tailored jacket a small sheaf of photographs, one set of the girl in the cells a few feet away from Becky and another of the maid who had opened the door. The man was sure Becky knew neither of them, they had both been guests in this place for several weeks, two young college students who had mysteriously packed their bags and disappeared one dark night.

The first pictures in each set showed the girls in the Holding Cell area as they arrived and looked rather like the pictures taken by the police of prisoners.

Each girl stood in front of a wall with markings on to show her height, a placard with her name and the date on hanging round her neck. Unlike the traditional police shots, however, the girls were stark naked and had heavy chains locked around their wrists behind their backs, their ankles and connected to a steel collar. Other pictures showed the girls from the side, from behind and even bent over.

The man held the first picture in front of Becky. “This is a girl called Alison Wells, do you know her?” Becky shook her head. “No, neffer feen her.” She garbled.

Again the man held another picture up in front of Becky. This time it was of the maid who had opened the door. “This picture is of a girl called Tracy Burns, do you know her?” Again Becky shook her head and said “No, neffer feen her.”

The man turned to the woman poised between Becky's legs and said, “I can see she hasn't learned her lesson. We'll just have to see if we can jog her memory with a little persuasion.” Becky screamed as best she could around the steel ball. “Noooooo!!!” was her plaintive wail.

Her cries fell on deaf ears. The man pulled his chair a little closer and beckoned to the woman to proceed. A look of rapture on her face, the woman went to work on Becky.

She plugged the sinister black box with the dials and numbers on it into a socket in the floor and there was immediately a low and ominous hum. She then went over to the wall where the chain from Becky's mouth was fixed and flicked a switch underneath it. Immediately Becky let out a small cry as she felt a gentle tingling sensation through her sensitive mouth lining and tongue where they came into contact with the evil ball.

Returning to her stool, the woman plugged a metal butt plug into the back of the box and greased the plug liberally before inserting it into Becky's anus. Becky might have been forgiven for thinking the grease was there to make it slide in more easily; but she would have been wrong – the grease was there to make sure the electrical contact worked more effectively! And then the woman connected the clamps on the end of leads to Becky's nipples before, finally, connecting the thin knitting needle like attachment. The woman then donned the heavy rubber gloves, all the while Becky whimpering and pleading behind her gag.

Now, as the woman flicked a switch on the black box and the needles on the displays sprang into action, the pleading changed to one ear-piercing scream! The woman ignored this and picked up the knitting needle and greased this before she gently touched the tip to Becky's clitoris.

Becky jerked in her bonds as the sharp pain shot through her body, the electricity coursing through her clitoris and making a circuit with the ball in her mouth! The cables attached to her nipples and ass added to the electric frenzy, providing a background of intense pain augmented by an excruciating pain centred on her sex. As the woman teased her clitoris and then slid the needle down into the slit of her cunt, Becky experienced new sensations and agony. If she had wanted to release the ball – the consequences of which would have been dire as she fell back and down – she could not because her muscles had gone into spasm and she was literally biting down on the ball.

“Such a shame,” The woman said “You didn't answer the questions! We could have saved you a lot of pain, you know.” The woman moved one of the dials in a practised and expert way. The needle on the ammeter surged to the right and Becky became more rigid, if that were possible. Then the woman gently teased Becky's labia apart and used the needle-like probe inside her cunt, pushing it deeper inside and enjoying the jerking spasms she invoked in Becky.

Sweat was breaking out all over Becky's body and the woman watched carefully to see when the time was right. She nodded to the man who killed the current just before Becky might have passed out. Becky ceased to strain and be rigid and the man said “Do you recognise the girls now?” Becky didn't. Her mind still reeling with the pain she answered the question honestly and shook her head.

The woman had been watching for her answer and was poised, the needle now hovering just below the opening to Becky's urethra and deftly she pushed the needle in the narrow tube as the man flicked the switch again. If Becky had felt pain before, it was as nothing to the current now coursing from inside her. She bucked and screamed as the woman slowly slid the needle deeper inside. It was as if the woman was conducting an orchestra. Her eyes half closed she listened to the intensity of the screams as if they were the music she was conducting. Pushing the probe like it were her conductor's baton, she made Becky's scream rise and fall with intensity. Her left hand using the probe and her right adjusting the controls, she had Becky playing a sonata of pain for her.

As the probe virtually disappeared inside Becky it entered her bladder and made contact with the liquid inside. Suddenly the liquid too was conducting the electricity and, as if the woman's sonata had reached it's conclusion, Becky screamed one last burst in a rising crescendo as the man flicked off the switch.

A small stream of urine escaped from Becky as she relaxed in her bonds and the woman had to move backwards for fear of getting her Gestapo uniform soiled.

“Now,” said the man in a patient, almost fatherly voice, “do you know these girls or not?”

Becky now knew she had to lie to escape more torture. She nodded her head to say “Yes!”

“Good!” The man said. “Perhaps we can now get somewhere.” He stood up and pulled the parallel bars together so that Becky was raised up and the strain taken off her body. As the bars became vertical there was an audible “Click!” and they locked in place. The man then pulled the steel ball from Becky's mouth and let her relax for a moment before continuing with his questioning.

Becky herself felt a wave of relief sweep over her as the power was killed and the strain taken off her body. She could taste blood in her mouth where she had bitten down on the ball so hard and had to swallow several times and take deep breathes to stop the bile inside her from rising.

“So you know both of these girls, do you?” The man asked. “Yes I do.” Becky answered.

“And you know them to be opposed to the Nazi party?”

Becky wasn't sure how she should answer. She knew no such thing.

“You do, don't you?” The man said in an effort to lead Becky.

Becky nodded in agreement.

The questioning went on and, by the end of it, the man had established from Becky that both Alison Wells and Tracy Burns were, indeed, Jewish; they were lesbian lovers and were only too keen to sell their bodies in prostitution; and he had also “learned” that they were ardently anti-Nazi and were members of the resistance movement.

“Good!” He said when Becky had answered all his questions. “You see, it wasn't so difficult to answer the questions was it? You could have saved yourself all that pain if you had only answered them correctly at the outset. Anyway, I think you are now free to go…”

He waited a long time before continuing. He waited while Becky's hopes rose that she would be set free from the parallel bars and, who knows, set free from this dreadful place. He waited while her hopes rose so that he could have the sadistic pleasure of dashing them when he completed the sentence.

“… once you have been punished for telling lies!” Becky said “No, please! I didn't lie! Please don't hurt me more!”

The man and the woman both laughed and it was the woman who said “But Becky, you did lie and you have already confessed to being a Jewish whore amongst other things. You will be punished now for the lying and then you will be punished even more for the confessions you have made, you have to realise this. You will be punished for the rest of your miserable life.”

Joining in with the statement the man said, “And when we've punished you now for lying, you'll have to be punished for despoiling Nazi property by pissing in your cell!”

The woman picked up one of the glass bottles and the small paint brush as the man placed the metal ball back into Becky's mouth. The woman waited for the man to kick the pedal which sent Becky crashing back down and splay her legs invitingly. The woman dipped the brush in the bottle and gently stroked it over Becky's tortured clitoris and labia. Suddenly the woman looked like an artist at work, a view some of her associates held to be true, as she worked the liquid into the sensitive flesh.

Becky felt the wetness of the liquid first. She had no idea what it was and, at first, felt soothed by it. It felt cool against her sweaty skin and as the air passed across it seemed to get colder.

The woman was in no hurry and took her time removing the clamps from Becky's nipples and gently brushing Becky's nipples and her surrounding areola with the liquid. As Becky felt the coldness strike her nipples, she became aware firstly that her nipples were becoming proudly erect, and secondly that the coldness which had enveloped her clitoris and pussy was now changing. Her pussy and clitoris were getting warm, in fact, they were getting hot.

Whether it was the woman's words to her or a sudden realisation was not clear. Either way, as the woman said to Becky, “You'll feel it in a moment, it just takes a little time for the acid to work.” Becky suddenly felt not gentle coolness but burning heat as the liquid etched itself into her skin.

Then the woman picked up the tiny wire brush and said to Becky, “I'm just going to take off a couple of layers of skin, just enough to make you really raw and sensitive… then we can play some more with the electricity!”

The woman pressed herself close to Becky's cunt as she worked the brush over the burning skin. Using short strokes, she teased the skin away from Becky in small strips. Once she had completed her work between Becky's legs she repeated the process on her nipples and surrounding flesh.

For Becky the pain was indescribable. The pain from the electricity had been bad but, somehow, this was far worse as she felt small pieces of her body being removed and the rising sensitivity. Becky bucked and cried with pain. The woman soothed and stroked the skin and kept up a commentary as she worked. “There!” She said. “Your clitoris looks like a tiny red apple now, just ripe for plucking… or should I say fucking? Oh and look how red your pussy lips are… I bet if I blow on them…” She bent close and blew across Becky's red-raw cunt, “… you'll find them quite sensitive!”

Becky screamed some more in answer as the simple act of breathing on her pussy sent shockwave after shockwave through her body. Sadly, for Becky, the woman was far from finished.

Once her skin had been removed, the woman even using the scalpel to tease the skin away in larger strips, managing to pull it on her breasts even where the acid had not been, the black box was once again turned on. This time, however, the woman slipped on the other pair of rubber gloves, the ones covered in short wire bristles! The gloves had leads which were plugged into the machine and Becky was soon dancing and bucking on the bars for all she was worth as the woman stroked her sensitised skin with electrified wire bristles.

It was a masterpiece of torture. The woman caressed Becky like a lover, all the time shocking and scoring her already raw flesh. She teased her nipples, squeezed her clitoris and used her fingers to fuck Becky's cunt.

The pain for Becky was unbearable. Bound as she was she had no option but to let the woman inflict wave after wave of pain on her. The pain built in layers until Becky was wholly unaware of her surroundings; she knew no sensation, no feeling other than pain. Pain which just continued to build.

But the woman was very adept at her art. She kept up her relentless torture, telling the man when to adjust the dials up or down, sending more power through Becky's anus one minute, and then her urethra the next. It was either a mark of the woman's skill, or perhaps her experience of torturing woman, that she was able to see the signs before Becky began to feel them. As the intensity of the pain increased, as the pain moved to different parts of her body, Becky found herself focusing not only on the pain, the pain which had hitherto blacked out all other feeling, but also on a sense of warmth emanating from her cunt.

The woman worked her fingers carefully up and down the over-sensitised clitoris and rubbed one hand across tortured nipples. As she did so she felt Becky's pain and knew the bewildering pleasure that was burgeoning inside. Becky herself was by now aware that the woman was making her aroused and knew she was trying to torture her to orgasm – if such a thing were possible.

Indeed it was, as the woman knew only too well. Create enough blackness with pain and then a little pleasure will shine through the darkness with dramatic consequences. She could hear Becky's breathing become less ragged, could feel Becky fighting a loosing battle to try and stop another orgasm; an orgasm induced entirely by pain. Becky began to mouth her mantra again. “Pleaff!! Pleaff!”

Just as she was about to crest that impossible wave, just as her body was about to do the impossible and deride pleasure from intense pain the woman nodded to the man who flicked one last switch on the black box. Simultaneously both needles shot to the maximum level and more voltage, more current, than Becky had hitherto endured shot through every orifice. It was as if Becky had fallen from her surfboard as she reached the crest of that magnificent wave. Instead of riding it for all she was worth she fell into an inky blackness, being tossed and turned by the pain crashing around her. She screamed long and hard, a scream borne of frustration and borne of pain. As she screamed she opened her mouth wide and let go of the metal ball.

As she let go of the ball, Becky fell backwards, her legs splaying even further and her arms being wrenched behind her back. Only her body's inner strength stopped her from dislocating her shoulders or her hips as she was dashed against the rocks by the wave that had promised so much and fell into unconsciousness.

The man and the woman smiled at each other with a look of supreme satisfaction on their faces. There was noting better than a piece of torture which ended so satisfyingly, the victim unconscious through the pain of her ordeal; the victim sexually drained and, at the same time, sexually frustrated; and, of course, the victim left with enduring pain in limbs and tendons! “That's made me very horny!” The woman said. The man smiled and showed her the erection bulging inside his Gestapo uniform.

They gave each other a knowing look, and the man said, “I think it's the least she could do after all you've done for her. I mean you gave her, what five or six orgasms – well almost with the last one!” Between them they removed the unconscious Becky from the bars and let her slump to the floor where they removed the probes and plugs from her before tidying away their torture equipment. As Becky began to stir they pulled her onto all fours.

The woman then sat her stool in front of Becky and lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of shiny black satin panties, complete with a swastika on the crotch, which she pulled down below her knees. Sitting on the stool she splayed her legs while the man grabbed Becky's hair and pulled her face into the woman's soaking crotch.

While the woman held Becky's head hard into her crotch and urged the dazed, beaten and tortured girl to service her with her tongue, the man knelt down behind Becky and forced himself into her anus again. Once again he slid his rock-hard bulbous and veiny cock inside Becky, again enjoying the brief resistance from her sphincter and the sensation of Becky's anus trying to close around him.

As he rhythmically fucked Becky from behind, the woman used the rhythm to work herself towards orgasm, forcing Becky's nose to press against her clitoris while Becky's tongue lapped inside her. Whether it was because the man was coming or a sheer coincidence of timing, the woman let out a moan of pleasure as the man began to rut for all he was worth before shuddering to a climax.

Their sexual drive spent, for the moment at least, the pair let Becky drop to the floor where she curled into a foetal ball and began to sob for all she was worth. Neither of the Gestapo officers paid her any attention as they re-dressed themselves, only turning to Becky once they were fully clothed.

“OK. Back in your cell.” The man said. Becky begged, she pleaded, she offered them her body for sex, anything but to be put back in the hot, confined space to stand and wait for more torture. This didn't stop the pair from making her dress in the spiked lingerie again, the lingerie which declared Becky to be a Jewish prostitute, and to make her put the ballet boots back on. As they approached the locker, the man pointed to the puddle on the floor and said “We told you you would have to be punished for despoiling Nazi property!”

The hood was replaced in all it's stringent glory and then the woman found the two plugs for Becky together with the strap which held them in place. She also found another bottle and the paintbrush she had used to such effect a few minutes before. Now she painted the two plugs with a sticky liquid from another bottle in the glass-fronted cabinet before bending down to liberally daub Becky's cunt and clitoris with the stuff.

“Chilli oil in a sticky grease!” She said loudly so Becky could hear through the padded hood. Not that Becky needed to be told. The fire alight from the chilli's was burning bright in her sensitised pussy, even before the two dildos were replaced. Just before they secured her back inside the locker, the woman added two daubs to Becky's nipples, where the red raw skin protruded from the sinister Star of David.

Shutting the door on the horribly tortured girl the woman said, “I don't know about you, but I could do with a drink before we talk to Alison Wells?” The man agreed and, as they left the room, the woman could be heard saying, “What do you want to do with Alison? Do you want to start with the chair or shall we make her ride the horse?”

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

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Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 5

Date Tuesday 19 th October 07.10

Catherine was the first to stir and glance dreamily at the clock. Lynne was breathing softly beside her and at some time during the night they had somehow managed to pull the covers over their spent bodies.

Catherine knew with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, that she had no time to linger in bed, that she had to shower, have breakfast and leave in 50 minutes in order to be at work in time to prepare for her scheduled appearance as the prosecution lawyer in the case of some hooker. She also knew that Lynne would have to be getting ready to go to the airport for her holiday… and that she wouldn't be seeing her for 2 whole weeks!

If Catherine remembered right Lynne's limo, oh yes, she even had a limo to the airport on this ‘holiday of a lifetime', was picking her sister up first and then would be at the apartment at 8.30. She knew Lynne was packed, she'd been packed for days and Catherine had damn near tripped over the case in the dark hallway just before Lynne's appearance in the role of Mistress XS, but even so she knew she had to awaken the sleeping beauty. Kissing her gently on the cheek and stroking the back of her hair, Catherine gradually brought the love of her life to consciousness.

Never good in the morning, Lynne surprised Catherine by waking full of life, recounting how wonderful the night before had been and telling her she must get going – she had her hair to do, her make-up to put on and her last minute packing to get sorted.

Lynne's enthusiasm for her holiday only served to send Catherine back into the black depression she had felt on her journey home the night before. By the time Catherine was dressed in her sober business suit and had had her breakfast, Lynne was sitting in front of the mirror looking resplendent in nothing but pink satin bra, panties and garter belt. The sight struck home to Catherine, the lingerie was her favourite and had been a present last Christmas from her to Lynne; she didn't resent Lynne wearing them on her special trip… she just wished she were wearing them for them to go away together.

It felt strange to be saying goodbye, and the two girls held each other for a long hug. “I'll call you as soon as I get there!” Lynne promised as they parted. “Just you make sure you do! And keep your eyes off any of the girls down there… I don't want you falling for some dark and sultry maiden behind my back!” Catherine said as she picked up her briefcase and headed for the door. She hesitated for a moment as she got outside the door and returned to pick up her coat. She wasn't going to be caught like that for a second time!

“Bye!” She managed as she left. “Have a great time!”

Date Tuesday 19 th October 08.40

The sleek black limo pulled up outside the apartment with an excited Charlotte already onboard. Lynne had been waiting in the lobby, trying to make conversation to the doorman for the past 15 minutes while, as it transpired, they limo had been returning to Charlotte 's student flat so she could pick up her forgotten passport!

Lynne couldn't really be cross with her; for Charlotte this was her first ever big holiday and she was allowed to be excited. In fact as she babbled to Lynne in the back of the limo, pointing out the leather seats, drinks cabinet, stereo and TV, Lynne found her girlish enthusiasm infectious and couldn't help but join in the excitement. Forgetting Catherine for the moment, Lynne was soon giggling excitedly with her sister.

At about the same time, Catherine was clearing her case papers from her desk into her briefcase and preparing for the short walk to the Court. She didn't share Lynne's enthusiasm for life, especially when she saw the three new cases sitting in her in-tray. She'd be lucky to clear one today by the time the hearing was over, and there were another three waiting for her and, presumably, another three tomorrow as well.

As Catherine made her weary way up the steps of the Courthouse, Lynne and Charlotte's limo was turning off the highway into what appeared to be an industrial estate. Neither Lynne nor Charlotte noticed through the blackened glass, besides, they were watching the “Morning Show” and had managed to prize the cork out of the champagne and were grandly sipping this as they watched the TV.

It was only as the car drew to a halt in front of a steel shuttered door that Lynne was aware that anything was amiss. “This isn't right!” She said almost to herself as much as her sister and moved forward to tap on the glass screen between her and the driver.

“Excuse me!” She said loudly. “We're supposed to be going to the airport. We have a plane to catch!” By now the shutter was up and the car was drawing into the empty warehouse where a plain black van waited.

Realising by now that something was wrong, Lynne fished her mobile phone from her bag and speed-dialled Catherine's number. Just as Catherine's phone started to ring, the car drew to a halt and the shutter began to close behind them. Three figures emerged from the van and moved towards the car as Lynne heard the metallic voice on the end of the line tell her that “If you would like to leave a message…”

She didn't have a chance to say anything before the door swung open and a leather gloved hand reached into the car and took her mobile from her. “I'll have that.” The woman said.

Lynne found herself staring up at a woman wearing a rubber catsuit not unlike the one she had worn the evening before, and a mask which was to all intents and purposes identical – in fact Lynne might have been seeing a reflection of herself from last night in the mirror. There was one major difference from the image she saw now and that which she had seen the night before; the eyes which stared back at her now were not soft and blue – these were a cold, calculating and unforgiving grey!

“How nice to meet you Lynne and this must be your sister Charlotte. I'm afraid to say there's been a slight change of plan. You're not going on the holiday of a lifetime to the Caribbean anymore; instead you're going on a lifetime's holiday!” At these words Lynne tried to run. She scrambled out of the seat towards Mistress XS and went to barge her out of the way.

Unfortunately for Lynne, Mistress XS was well prepared. As Lynne made her move, Mistress XS' right hand pushed the small black Tazer against Lynne. Lynne felt the pinprick of the two prongs as they pierced through the left shoulder of her blouse a fraction before the button was pressed.

A Tazer is an innocuous thing; it has just three small batteries and one would think shouldn't be able to produce much of a shock. Lynne would have disagreed with this view as the 100,000 volt discharge hit her. The current coursed through her body and sent her flying backwards, turning everything into a night time sea of black and stars for Lynne as it did so. She fell to the floor in a heap, her legs instinctively curling her up into a ball, and could feel her legs and arms twitching uncontrollably as she emerged from the inky blackness. There was tightness across her chest, she was struggling to draw even breaths and it felt like her tits had been hit by a sledgehammer.

As her mind cleared, Lynne became aware that Mistress XS was now sitting in the car with her and Charlotte was nowhere to be seen, presumably outside with the other two figures she had seen and, Lynne presumed, the driver. Lynne was alone with Mistress XS… the real Mistress XS!

A silky voice said to Lynne, “Now, we can do this the easy way… or the nasty way: it's your choice!” As Mistress XS said this, Lynne felt a hand under her skirt and two sharp prongs press into the crevice of her ass through the shiny pink silk of her panties!

Lynne's instinct was to roll away, but she neither had the control in her limbs to do so, nor the desire to receive another blast from the Tazer. “The easy way. Please don't use that again!” Lynne said after a long silence, during which Mistress XS kept an even pressure on the Tazer and her finger poised on the trigger.

“Good!” Mistress XS said, feeling a slight disappointment that she wasn't going to get to use the Tazer again on Lynne's ass; well, not for the time being anyway. “You don't need me to introduce myself, I'm sure, especially after your antics last night,” Mistress XS said. Lynne, whose mind was beginning to clear in the aftermath of the awesome shock, couldn't believe what she was hearing. How on earth could Mistress XS know about last night?

As if she knew what Lynne was thinking, Mistress XS said, “Didn't you know? All those little alarm sensors in the corners of the rooms – they're cameras which send remarkably good pictures back to us of your and Catherine's antics. We thoroughly enjoyed your little game last night, even if it was a bit tame, especially as we knew you'd be paying us a visit today!”

Lynne was still trying to cope with the thought that her and Catherine's every move since the alarm was fitted – what six months ago – was capable of being watched.

“Yes, it's been very useful in our grander scheme, but you'll have to wait to find out what that is, and also useful, as it turns out, in telling us your likes and dislikes. We've been particularly interested in your dislikes. Now, if you please, move down the car and take your clothes off.” The tone of voice Mistress XS used told Lynne this wasn't a request: it was an order.

As she shuffled further up the open space on the floor of the limo, Lynne was able to glance out of the window to the open warehouse and the van parked nearby. It appeared Charlotte was faring no better than she. Charlotte was bending down behind the van, her back towards Lynne, and pulling her silky red panties down. Around her stood a group of three people, including a woman dressed in a Police uniform!

Mistress XS obviously caught Lynne's gaze, because she said, “I'd worry about yourself, not Charlotte. She's in very capable hands and you'll be able to see her before we go. Now, those clothes please.”

Lynne removed her skirt blouse and shoes first and was soon sitting in her favourite pink satin lingerie. “Look at you, wearing the nice underwear your lover bought you!” Mistress XS said. “Now take it off. We'll save it for a command performance for your sweetheart, I'm sure she'd like that.”

Soon Lynne was naked on the floor of the car. Mistress XS wound down the window nearest the group by the van and called, “Could I have the sack please?” and in a few moments the liveried driver was thrusting a mass of folded leather through the window. Mistress XS wound the window back up before throwing the bundle of leather down to Lynne. “Put that on!” She said. “I'm sure you can work out how to do that.”

Lynne looked at the bundle of leather and knew immediately it was a bondage bag – a kind of leather sleeping bag from which there was no escape. Ironically she and Catherine had only been talking about the undesirability of being in one of these the night before, and her she was, less than 12 hours later, being placed in one by the woman she most feared! Lynne unfurled the well worn leather until it lay like a sleeping bag beside her. She could see how sturdily it was constructed and that it had something like 12 straps which encircled it from ankle to neck. There was lacing too running up the front of the thing, although much of this was undone to allow her access.

She stared briefly at the unyielding eyes behind the mask at the far end of the limo and knew she had no choice but to do as she was told. Lynne opened the slit down the front a prepared to climb in. What she saw inside made her hesitate.

There were two sleeves, obviously intended for her arms, but the whole inside of the bag was shimmering in the soft light inside the car. Lynne brushed her fingers against the shimmering inside and felt the touch of a hundred tiny pin-pricks back! “Haven't you seen one of those?” Mistress XS said. “I thought you might have seen one with the things you stole from me, you now the things you play your little games with? It's called a pin bag, the pins won't actually pierce your skin, well, not in too many places anyway, but I am told it hurts rather a lot; in fact I'm told it's very painful indeed. But then, of course, that's why I want you to put it on isn't it?” Mistress XS laughed. “And when we get to your new home, you'll be able to tell me just how nice it was to wear, won't you?”

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

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Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 6

Date Tuesday 19th October 09.35

Even as Lynne was climbing gingerly into the pin sack, Catherine was sitting in Court waiting for the Judge to arrive. She was sitting behind a table on the left of the Court, just in front of the witness box, and had her papers spread out in front of her.

For Catherine this was a relatively easy case. The girl she was prosecuting had a history of being picked up for prostitution and, even by the tender age of 19, had already served time in a young offender's institute and three months in prison. Catherine's job was to try and convince the Judge that Kelly Brown deserved another custodial sentence and that if 3 months hadn't been long enough the last time, then she ought to be put away for longer.

The fact that Kelly had been picked up in an undercover operation only served to make her job easier. The only fly in ointment, as far as Catherine was concerned, was that Kelly had Lisa Shaw, a dynamic young lawyer from Prendergast & Summerfield, one of the better practices in town, defending her. Catherine cast a glance over to the woman seated behind the table on her right and had to admit to herself she looked impressive.

Still only about 30 years old, Lisa had a figure which looked like it came from Baywatch! Her ample breasts were proudly displayed as they strained against her thin white blouse which was open just enough to show her cleavage. Her powder blue suit made Catherine's grey one look both dowdy and cheap, and Catherine could tell at a glance that the shoes on the end of her slender stockinged legs probably cost more than she earned in a month!

As Catherine studied the woman's fine features in profile and her beautifully coiffured auburn hair, Catherine felt a pang of jealousy. She might be no bad looker herself, she thought, but Miss bloody Shaw was an absolute stunner. Just as she thought this, Lisa Shaw turned and caught Catherine's look. Her superficial smile didn't fool Catherine and Catherine found herself looking quickly away and back down to her papers.

‘Please God may it be a woman Judge', Catherine thought to herself, just as the Officer of the Court said, “The Court will rise! Judge Kellerman presiding.”

Catherine's heart sank as she watched the tall, grey haired Judge enter the Court. The Judge had a reputation as a womaniser and Catherine had never found him easy to deal with; she realised with a sense of irony that it was Judge Kellerman who had sold the ticket to Lynne and given her paid leave of absence.

When the defendant was brought in, Catherine's jaw dropped in surprise. She was tall and slender with a figure which would not have been out of place on the catwalk! But it was not that which had surprised Catherine, it was her choice of outfit for a Court appearance. She was wearing a tight black rubber dress which hugged every inch of her figure! The dress showed off her well-rounded rump to perfection and, Catherine could see at a glance, was so smooth and shiny she was obviously not wearing anything underneath!

From Catherine's experience with rubber, Kelly Brown must have spent a few minutes ahead of being called buffing the dress with silicone spray to get it looking so good!

Just as Catherine was staring at the gleaming rubber clad rump of Miss Brown, Lynne was staring at the rubber clad rump of Mistress XS.

Lynne had eventually worked her way into the bag, finding that there were two legs inside as well as the two sleeves and that not a single inch of the inside was designed to give her respite from the pins. Lynne had had to work her legs into the bag and squeeze her feet into the single pointed foot part, which forced her feet into a ballet-style enpointe position and tighten the lacing over her feet before she was able to get further into the suit. This had not been easy in itself, the fit of the legs and the friction caused by the pins, meant it had felt to Lynne, even before anything was tightened, like she was trying to slip on a pair of pantyhose made from sandpaper!

Only once Lynne had fastened the lowest strap around her ankles and lain back in the suit, inserting her arms down the internal sleeves which ran straight down her sides in the process, did Mistress XS move from her seat. It wasn't that she was scared of Catherine, she had no need with her accomplices around and the Tazer in her hand, but she was simply relaxing, sipping champagne and enjoying the spectacle. Putting her glass down she approached Lynne and patiently tightened the zip up the front in one swift move, effectively imprisoning Lynne, before starting on the lacing. Working up the criss-cross of laces several times, Mistress XS eventually tied them off before starting with the straps.

Lynne felt like she was in a straightjacket, a very prickly and uncomfortable one at that, which fitted her from head to toe. As Mistress XS tightened first the lacing and then the straps, she realised that she could hardly move her body at all. Her toes were held in an unyielding pointed position, her arms were held rigid by the leather and their proximity to her sides, in fact all she could do was flex her knees a little!

As the straps were buckled, and Mistress pulled with all her might to get each strap one further notch tighter, Lynne appreciated the difference between the bondage she had enjoyed with Catherine and that which she was about to endure with Mistress XS. Nothing Mistress XS was doing was intended for Lynne's pleasure. The pins, the ballet-style point to her feet, the tightness of the lacing and now the tightness of the straps were all intended to make her hurt. Even the strategic placement of the straps was designed to cause maximum discomfort. Lynne was sure it was no accident that there were two straps much broader than the rest, one which was manfully flattening her breasts and another which held her midriff in a pincer-like grip and was preventing her from drawing anything more than the shallowest of breaths.

Once she was fully encased in the bag, Mistress XS worked down the straps on Lynne and clicked a small padlock through each buckle. Lynne knew the padlocks were unnecessary, she had no chance of escape; Mistress XS knew they were unnecessary to prevent escape. What Mistress XS knew, and Lynne was already feeling, that they dealt a heavy psychological blow. There was a permanence about being zipped, laced, strapped and locked inside something so devilishly cruel which surpassed any bondage Lynne had hitherto fore enjoyed in her sex-play with Catherine.

“How long are you going to keep me like this?” Lynne managed to ask. She didn't expect the hard slap across her face for reply. “They call me Mistress XS!” Came the verbal reply. “And you'll learn that our slaves are not permitted to speak without permission – under any circumstances!”

“But I suppose it would be nice for you to know. You're staying like this; well sort of, you'll se in a minute, for as long as I choose. You're going to be my special guest, in my personal suite, for as long as I choose. While you are in my care, you will be my personal slave in every and any way I choose. I'm going to hurt you, I'm going to beat you, I'm going to torture you for my own pleasure. Then, if I choose, I'm going to turn you over to others who will do the same. You see,” Mistress XS continued, “your lover tried to make our life misery and, in exchange, we intend to do the same for her kith and kin. But don't worry; Catherine didn't succeed in breaking Group XS, she made us far bigger and far stronger – as you will shortly see.”

With that Mistress XS left Lynne sobbing quietly to herself on the floor of the limo, the same car in which she had so triumphantly left home an hour or so before. A while later Mistress XS returned with the driver and said “Come, you might like to see how your sister is doing.” Between them, Mistress XS and the driver began to haul Lynne out of the car.

Once they had her out and in the warehouse, her virtually rigid body was easy to manhandle to the open back of the van where they sat her on the metal floor, her feet dangling down and almost touching the floor. Lynne could see the van was purpose built on the inside. Along one side there were several small cages, along the other a wooden bench. Although she peered into the darkness of the van as they manoeuvred her, Lynne couldn't see Charlotte , not even in one of the cages, and presumed she was out of sight round the far side of the empty van.

As they sat her down, Lynne was startled by the impact of the pins in her ass, all pressing firmly where her weight rested, and aware of a cold feeling around her pussy. It took her a few moments to realise that the coldness was caused by a slit in the suit, something she hadn't seen in the relative darkness of the limo. There had been a slit on the suit Catherine had brought home… the suit Hannah had been encased in whilst sitting in the box with the wooden “V” shape on the bottom. Lynne stared across the floor in front of her and looked at the two wooden crates, both similar – if not a little smaller - to the one Catherine had brought home and she had found claustrophobic after 10 minutes.

Lynne sat and stared at the boxes and prayed she was wrong.

“Let me introduce you to Charlotte .” Mistress XS said, breaking Lynne's silent reverie. From around the side of van the woman dressed as a Police officer appeared towing Charlotte behind her.

Lynne may have expected her do be in a similar predicament. She did not expect her to be dressed as a fabulous fetish schoolgirl!

“After hearing you refer to those ‘horrible schoolgirl outfits' last night, we thought you might like to see your sister in one!” Mistress XS said to Lynne.

Lynne didn't reply, partly because she had heeded the warning about not speaking, but mainly because she was dumbstruck by her baby sister's appearance. Charlotte was not dressed as she had Catherine last night, that had been a very mild version of some of the Group XS outfits, she recognised that. No, Charlotte was wearing the full-blown, fuck-off serious kind of outfit of which she knew Group XS were capable, but had never seen in use before.

Charlotte was covered in rubber or leather from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and it was immediately apparent that she was neither comfortable nor unrestricted by what she wore. They'd put a hood on her, not too dissimilar to the hood Lynne and Catherine had at home, except this one had holes either side through which Charlotte's blonde tresses had been drawn like pigtails. Atop the leather discipline helmet, which inevitably had no eye holes, was a little leather and rubber caricature of a school hat with the legend ‘XS School' in large letters on the hatband and, written just beneath the School motto, “Maximus Excruscio ” (or ‘the most extreme pain') in smaller letters.

The scary part of the hood, or at least to Lynne, was a large rubber re-breather bag hanging from her nose on a rubber pipe, the kind of thing they use during anaesthesia in hospitals, slowly inflating and deflating with each slow and painful breath.

Her upper torso was held in what looked like a schoolgirl's pinafore dress, except this one was made of rubber and had an integral leather corset which had reduced her already slender waist dramatically. Worst of all, her breasts stood proud and independent from the dress, bound in two sacks of rubber which had thin little straps encircling them, making her tits look like two taut and stretched pieces of meat on a butcher's slab, a thin strap embedded in the meat every half inch or so!

The dress didn't have any sleeves; instead her arms were folded behind her inside the dress and secured immovably by whatever lay beneath. The dress stopped short of her crotch. In fact the pleated skirt, if you can call it that, was about 5” of rubber which started at her waist, ensuring that her ‘school knickers' were permanently on display. These were, of course, no ordinary school knickers; except maybe in the XS School!

Her knickers were black, high-waisted, control panties made from heavy rubber with inset leather panels with a thin strap running between her legs. The strap had been drawn so tight it was only visible where it ran over the leather control panel at the front before it delved into a deep crevice between Charlotte 's legs, only to emerge on the other side at the top of her buttocks, just below the hem of her skirt!

Lynne could see, as the Police officer lady brought Charlotte round from the side of the van, that the was a band of leather running up the centre of the panties at the back which had been drawn into the cleft of Charlotte's buttocks by the strap, and that either side of this the rubber was much thinner where it was stretched across Charlotte's ass-cheeks. It was obvious to Lynne that this design was meant so Charlotte , or whoever wore the panties, would have little protection on her ass cheeks from a spanking or, even worse, a caning.

The legs of Charlotte 's panties were fairly square-cut, and there was a belt, secured with a padlock, around each. The belt was buried deeply into her thigh flesh and, to judge by the way the skin bulged beneath the leg opening; the entire panty arrangement was far from the relatively comfortable size Lynne had used on Catherine the night before. If Catherine and Lynne's ‘school panty', taken from the Saavik and Zorhof trial evidence, were a medium-large size, poor Charlotte was wearing extra small!

From the legs hung four suspenders, not in total, but on each side, holding up Charlotte 's rubber stockings, wonderful see through imitations of real stockings with a seam running down the back and darker bands round the tops. On her feet, Charlotte wore her school shoes. Highly glossed, black patent stilettos which had a 7” heel and were locked in place with a padlock attached through the ankle strap.

“We thought you'd like to see Charlotte as a proper schoolgirl, rather than the poor imitation you managed last night!” Mistress XS said. “But how remiss of me,” She continued, “I haven't introduced my colleagues. This is Mistress Spite, as you will know her,” she said indicating the woman in what Lynne now saw was in fact a Sheriff's uniform, “she looks after our little ‘bondage suite' where Charlotte is going to spend a little time over the coming days, in excruciating bondage if I know Mistress Spite…”

The Sheriff smiled and said “Absolutely! We've got plenty planned for Charlotte; she's certainly going to know the meaning of the words ‘tight' and ‘painful' by the time she's finished!” Mistress XS laughed and said “Excellent!”

Turning to Lynne, Mistress XS confided, “Mistress Spite is never happier than when she had a girl trussed like a chicken and crammed into an impossibly tight cage, or hanging in a mailbag! She's currently got one girl who has been in the same little hole in the ground for what is it?” She looked to Mistress Spite for a figure. “26 days.” Came the reply. “Yes, 26 days, for a little ‘attitude adjustment!' Don't worry, she gets plenty to eat and drink in there… as long as everyone remembers to flush the toilet!” Mistress XS continued.

“And this is Helga, Mistress Helga to you,” Mistress XS said introducing a thick-set young woman with short brown hair, wearing a black leather skirt and jacket. Helga takes very good care of our prisoners, don't you Helga?” Helga nodded. “Yes, she has adopted best working practices from her previous employers… the Stasi!” Turning to the driver of the limo, Mistress XS said, “And this is Master V. A gentleman who spends much more time torturing and raping girls in our Leather Dungeon, than he does driving Limousines, I can assure you! You'll be seeing something of Lynne and Charlotte over the coming weeks, won't you?” She said to the muscular looking man.

“I hope so!” He said in a deep voice, Lynne suddenly seeing the power of the man. “I can't wait to get a piece of your lesbian tail, Lynne, and to see you wearing some of our special creations for leather slaves! As for Charlotte , I'm sure she'll soon learn to associate the smell of leather with the crack of the whip!”

“But now, I imagine you can't wait to get on your way to your holiday destination, can you?” Mistress XS said, enjoying the look of pale fear across Lynne's face. “As I said, the travel arrangements have changed somewhat. For ‘First Class' you now need to read ‘Baggage Class', in fact, the very baggage you see in front of you.” Mistress XS said. It was no surprise to Lynne, she knew when she had seen the packing cases what they were likely to be used for; nevertheless, it was still a shock to realise that these people intended for her to be held in one against her will.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 7

Date Tuesday 19 th October 10.15

If things were not going well for Lynne, neither were they for Catherine.

Judge Kellerman seemed to be captivated by the defence attorney and to have fallen for the Defendant, if his remarks were anything to go by! He had inquired of the defence counsel whether Miss Brown was appropriately attired for Court, and Miss Shaw, in her simpering way, had said “I believe so, Your Honour, you see, Miss Brown has a fetish for rubber – this is the cause for much of her predicament and why she is so misjudged – and she is simply wearing what she believes to be the smartest of her everyday apparel as a mark of respect for the Court.”

Catherine couldn't believe it! The Judge fell hook, line and sinker, for the obvious bluff and actually said to Kelly Brown, “I apologise for questioning your dress, Miss Brown. I must say you look resplendent and can see you have made a special effort.” For her part, Kelly Brown had smiled and nodded at the Judge with a look which suggested the Judge would be a welcome client anytime!

Now that Catherine was fully into the case for the prosecution, things seemed to be going just as badly. The Judge, not even the defence counsel, had pointed out to Catherine that “It can hardly be the Defendant's fault if people misread the signals from her chosen attire!” When Catherine had explained that Kelly had been spotted by an undercover Police operation parading a notorious street for hookers wearing a skimpy rubber outfit!

When Catherine had pointed out Miss Brown's previous convictions, the Judge had allowed the defence rebuttal that “It is not the place of this Court to judge the defendant on previous convictions which may well have been misconstrued because of Miss Brown's preparedness to wear rubber and be sexually active.” ‘Sexually active!' Catherine thought as she listened to the simpering beauty on the other side of the Court. ‘She's a fucking hooker! Of course she's sexually active!'

Now the defence was arguing that Miss Brown's response to the undercover officer who had approached Kelly asking for sex, “Sure, if you'd like to spank me first!” Wasn't an indication that her services could be procured, but rather that she liked the look of the officer and was keen to enjoy her preferred form of sexual activity with him!

Catherine was dumbstruck when the Judge smiled warmly at Lisa Shaw and said “You have a good point there.” And made a note on the papers in front of him!

Catherine knew this simplest of cases was floundering!

Catherine tried a different tack with Judge Kellerman. “Be that as it may, Your Honour, Miss Brown, who has a history of prostitution, was in a street renowned for prostitution, dressed in an outfit worn by prostitutes and, when approached by an undercover officer, did not deny that she was a prostitute! In fact, she went so far as to invite the officer, not only to have sex with her, but to spank her bottom!”

As she said this, Catherine had a brief flash in her mind of her perverted sex with Lynne the night before and found herself flushing.

The Judge looked at Catherine like a school master having to tell a pupil she had failed. “I hear what you say, Miss Grace, however, I'm sure the Court will agree, the delightful – fragrant even – defence counsel has made a very valid counter-argument. My understanding of the situation is that Miss Brown, who happens to have an unfortunate fetish for rubber clothing – and I must say it does suit her – was one of a number of people on the street that day, and that, when approached by the undercover officer, volunteered to have sex with him because of her unfortunate addiction to sex.” The Judge looked at Lisa Shaw like an infatuated schoolboy talking to his favourite teacher. “That's right, isn't it, Miss Shaw?”

Lisa Shaw smiled broadly at the Judge, giving him a look which, in Catherine's eyes, said ‘you can have sex with me anytime you want!', and said “Your Honour has a remarkable grasp of the facts of this case, and” Lisa said this looking directly at Catherine, “a better grasp than some other people in Court!”

If Catherine was struggling with developments in her case, then Lynne too was struggling.

Struggling in her bondage in a vain, and futile, attempt to get free. She had watched Charlotte being installed in the first of the packing cases and loaded into the van behind her. It had been traumatic to watch her little sister being expertly trussed by Mistress Spite, mistress of the so-called ‘Bondage Suite.' The bondage involved yard upon yard of hemp rope cinched tightly at ankles, knees and thighs on poor Charlotte . Once her legs had been secured, Mistress Spite drew a rope under Charlotte's tucked up knees and pulled them into her chest, effectively crushing Charlotte's bound breasts with her own knees, and passed the rope behind her back.

Time and again, Mistress Spite wound the rope from behind Charlotte 's knees and round either her back or neck, until Charlotte had no possibility of movement. Only Charlotte's ankles remained free, or free as possible given that they were already tied together… but not for long. Further turns of rope ran through Charlotte 's ankle cinch and round her back until her ankles too were tucked hard into her body.

The last Lynne saw of her little sister was her immobile form being stowed inside the drop-fronted packing case. Because the case was so small, Mistress Spite had to push her head right down until her face was resting in the crease between her knees and her breather bag just in front and below them.

Lynne realised now, for the first time, why the re-breather bag was on such a long tube. Once she was in the packing case, Charlotte 's head touched the roof and was pressed into her knees, while her shoulders touched the sides and her back the rear panel of the packing case! The only space left for the re-breather bag, without compressing it once the door was shut hard against Charlotte 's knees, was in front of her ankles.

From the instant Charlotte had been put inside, her ass astride the wooden “V” shaped block Charlotte had been in distress. Mistress XS explained her distress by saying, “I'm sure you realise the strap between her legs is now supporting most of her weight on the block of wood… and you may also guess that the strap puts a lot of pressure on the spikes running through the crotch, front panel and ass-strap of her panties… not to mention the dildos inside Charlotte!”

Mistress XS continued, “The dildos are, of course very large and solid and fixed to the strap with metal rods riveted through the strap. Her weight is now borne by the strap and the dildos, the front one of which should be pressing against her bladder and cervix, and I'll leave it to you as to where the rear one, the one in her asshole, is pressing!”

“Every time she goes over a bump in the van, she'll feel it right through her lower abdomen!” Mistress XS concluded as Mistress Spite closed the front panel of the packing case on Charlotte . Lynne noticed that as she did so, Mistress Spite had to put some pressure on the front panel to get it to close. If Lynne had been lulled into a false sense of security watching her sister stowed for the journey, she was sadly wrong.

As soon as Charlotte , or at least the box which contained the contorted Charlotte , was stowed, Mistress XS turned to Lynne and said, “And now I think it's your turn Lynne!” Mistress XS fixed her steely eyes on Lynne and continued, “but don't go thinking we are going to be as gentle on you as we were Charlotte !” Mistress XS turned and smiled at the rest of her group, who also managed to turn their hard faces into masks of wanton evilness. “We have a new and very special treat in store for you!”

With that, Mistress XS opened the front of the one remaining box and pulled something from within. What she removed was, to all intents and purposes, another “V” shaped section… only this time made of metal and shaped rather like a squat letter “J” so her weight would be pressing against the ridge from her ass round to her clitoris.. The other major difference to the section Charlotte was currently astride was that this one had two dildos rising from it!. Their intent was blindingly obvious. What was less obvious was the intent of the little electrical box at the rear of the “V” section piece of metal.

“This is a new toy we have produced in the workshop.” Mistress XS said with pride. “You'll be delighted to know,” she continued, “that you will be the first person to try it out, which makes you our guinea pig. It's really rather cleaver. You don't need me to explain where these go.” She said, pointing to the dldos obviously intended for Lyne's ass and cunt, “But what you do need to know is that they will vibrate very gently inside you! We've conducted several experiments and found that the vibration is enough to stimulate, but not enough to bring to orgasm. It's a kind of sexual torture if you will, where you get to be held on the brink but never quite manage to come… you'll have a lot of that where you are going!”

Mistress XS stroked the metal dildos. “And these little babies have a special trick up their sleeve. There's a gravity switch, or tilt switch, I forget what it's called, which means that every time the van goes round a corner, brakes or accelerates hard, the switch is tripped and you get a nasty shock through both of these. I thought I ought to tell you this because if you didn't know in advance you'd have nothing to be scared of!”

Mistress XS placed the metal block on the floor beside Lynne and said, “Perhaps you'd like to climb aboard?” It wasn't an invite; again it was a command.

Lynne hesitated and Mistress XS crouched down beside her. “OK!” She whispered into Lynne's ear, “We'll just tie you up some more and then I'll skewer you onto them my way!”

If Lynne thought Mistress XS was joking she was sorely mistaken. Mistress XS invited Helga to “Fix Lynne up!” and Helga started to wrap Charlotte with straps, forcing her knees into her chest just as Mistress Spite had done a few minutes ago with Charlotte . Once she had finished with this, Helga took a step back and Mistress XS moved in closer to Lynne. Fixing her eyes on Lynne from close range Mistress XS said, “I told you to climb on the dildos and you ignored me!” You need to learn to do what you are told, or suffer the consequences!”

As Mistress XS said this, Lynne felt two pin pricks against her exposed flesh where it protruded through the slit in her bodybag. For a fleeting moment she didn't realise what these were. Then, as the dawning came, Lynne stared into the cold grey eyes behind the mask she herself had worn the night before and said, “No! Please God, no!” Just before Mistress XS pressed the trigger on the Tazer which was pressed into the flesh between Lynne's cunt and asshole.

If Lynne had thought the Tazer hurt before, she now knew it was noting compared to this!

100,000 volts coursing through your body, coursing through from your asshole and cunt, has a dramatic effect.

As she felt the current hit her, Lynne was aware of sparks and a blackness enveloping her plus a pain, an excruciating pain, which was focused on her nether regions. That was before she blacked out.

Had she but known it, Mistress XS held her finger on the Tazer's trigger for a long time, her eyes alight with a sadistic glee as she watched the bound body before her twitch and jerk under the influence of her ministrations.

Lynne came to slowly, much more slowly than she had before and was immediately aware of her ass and cunt which felt like they had been kicked and punched before being doused with petrol and set alight. She was also dimly aware of a different sensation down there, a wholly unfamiliar sensation.

Lynne was not to know that the Tazer had not only sent several jolts of 100,000 volts coursing through her body over the course of half a minute, but had also caused the muscles in her urethra and ass to go into spasm. The rest of her body was still in spasm within the confines of her ‘pin bag', so why should she recognise the unfamiliar feeling. It was not until Mistress XS, her cold grey eyes alight with sadistic glee, said “That should lubricate the dildos!” That Lynne had the first dawning realisation.

The Tazer had forced her to partially evacuate her bladder and bowels!

The unfamiliar feeling was her own piss and shit in which she was sitting!

“Pass me Charlotte 's panties, please.” Lynne heard Mistress XS saying. She then felt herself being given a gentle push to one side and toppling over like a helpless sack of potatoes. Lynne was aware, distantly, of Mistress XS bending down to the unspeakable mess around her ass and mopping it up with Charlotte 's panties. As Lynne felt the soft silk of Charlotte 's panties wipe against her ass and clean the mess away from her exposed slit, she might have been forgiven for presuming that she was feeling her lover tidy up her mess. But Mistress XS was no lover. She was a rapist, a torturer and a sadist of the most extreme order, who had never loved anyone in her life.

Having mopped up the mess, Mistress XS placed the red panties on top of the box intended for Lynne, before pulling her upright again. Helped by Mistress Spite, Lynne was lifted above the two dildos and Helga manoeuvred the section on which they sat until both dildos rested against her two openings. When Helga said “Just there!” uttering her first words in her guttural German accent, Mistress XS and Mistress Spite let Lynne down. Lynne immediately felt her weight resting painfully on the dildo pressed against her ass and, for a few moments, valiantly tried to resist the intruder.

It was an unequal battle, her sphincter still recovering from the assault with the Tazer against her own body weight pushing against the smooth round head of the metal dildo. In a matter of moments Lynne let out a pained gasp and sank visibly lower. For a moment she stopped just above the metal ridge, her contracting muscles resisting the last thrust, only to suddenly drop the last half inch or so with a cry.

Lynne's cry was partially from the defeat of the internal battle and partly from the sudden pain she felt as she landed on the metal ridge. The dildos inside her made her feel like she was both stuffed with unyielding metal cucumbers, large fat probes which seemed to make her abdomen expand against the tightly strapped pin suit, and that she was skewered in place, unable to move more than a fraction on her “seat”. The pain from the blunt metal edge of the device was instantly intolerable. It felt like the thing was slicing through her from asshole to clitoris, a sharp pain at first which dulled slightly as long as she remained motionless.

Unfortunately, Lynne realised, she could not remain motionless. She had to try and move against the dildos to relieve the pain focused on the sharp edge. She tried pushing herself up slightly with the pointed “boot” she had on her feet, and managed to transfer the pain to her toes, only for it to shift back to her ass, magnified this time, when her feet could no longer take the strain. Lynne knew with certainty that she would not survive the journey on this thing. She let out a low wail. “Pleeeeeaaaassse!” She said. “It hurts so much. It's killing me!”

If Lynne expected sympathy she was sorely disappointed. The people around her laughed at her and Mistress XS said “That's what it's meant to do! And don't go thinking you'll die from it… you wont. You'll only find yourself wishing you could!”

“it's almost time to say goodbye.” Mistress XS continued, bending down to fish one last thing from the box. “Of course we'll be seeing you later, quite a bit later in fact, but only after your journey to our new base. You could probably be there in a couple of hours if you take the direct route.” She paused for effect. “But we are in no hurry, in fact we have all the time in the world to play with you two. You were expecting a 7 or 8 hour plane journey anyway, so Helga here has volunteered to take you on the scenic route to your new home, the scenic 7 or 8 hour journey over windy, twisty and uneven roads!”

As Mistress XS laughed at Lynne's journey in prospect, she stood holding a hood in her right hand. A hood similar to the one Charlotte now wore in her packing case in the back of the van. Mistress XS didn't, however put it on Lynne immediately. Instead she placed it on Lynne's knees and turned to pick up Charlotte 's sodden and revolting red panties from the top of the packing case.

Lynne hadn't realised when Mistress XS was mopping up the mess, she wasn't doing so to clean up, but rather to prime the panties before pulling them over Lynne's head! The first Lynne realised what was happening was when Mistress XS held the red mass over her head and said “Eat you own shit you slut!” before pulling the sodden and slippery with shit panties over her head.

Lynne felt the slithering silk drag across her head as Mistress XS pulled the panties into place. She pulled them so the ass of Charlotte 's panties was over her mouth with the crotch centred on her nose.

Immediately Lynne found herself having to draw breath through the wet fabric which clung to her like a second skin. She found herself breathing in the acrid moisture and smelling her own waste; that was just before she was enveloped by blackness as the hood was put in place!

The hood had an integral pear-shaped gag, some call them a ‘choke gag', which Mistress XS pushed into her mouth through the seat of Charlotte 's panties, so the fabric stretched around the bulbous leather as it entered her mouth. Mistress XS kept a firm grip on the panties at the rear of Lynne's head to make sure they didn't shift in position, she was keen to make sure Lynne had the sodden crotch over her nose once the hood was secure. The gag filled Lynne's mouth, compressing her tongue on the bottom of her mouth, and reaching far back inside so it almost touched the back of her throat.

Lynne immediately started to gag on the thing, fighting the desire to retch, as the hood was first laced in place and then strapped in place. While she was fighting the gag-reflex, Lynne was also having to fight for air, suddenly only able to draw her breath through the wet fabric over her nose and then through the confines of the small opening, narrow tube and breather bag.

As the strap around her mouth was pulled tight, Lynne felt the pear in her mouth push farther back as it expended against the new found pressure on her cheeks. As the strap which ran under her chin and over the top of her head was tightened, it expanded still further as she but down on the plug. It would have been then that Lynne could identify with the description of it as a ‘choke gag.' For now the gag filled every bit of available space in her mouth and she found herself literally choking as she fought every reflex in her body to retch and spit it out.

Lynne was too consumed with breathing and not retching to notice that the tip of her “boot” was padlocked to a hasp on the metal “seat.” She was too consumed to really take in being moved into the box, that is until she felt the pins start to dig deeper where her shoulders and back came into contact with the sides, her head already having been forced right forward to stay under the top of the box. She was aware, even as she fought for what she perceived as survival, that the shafts inside her had started to vibrate. Not an angry buzzing, but rather a gentle, almost warm feeling, soft vibration.

Then she felt her knees being pressed backwards as the front of the box was closed. Lynne felt despair as she realised she was now bound, gagged, hooded and cocooned inside a locked box; her only chance of getting out in the hands of people she knew to be vicious sadists! As the box was lifted the tilt switch sensed the movement. If Lynne thought she had problems already, she had another think coming as the two metal probes ceased to send waves of pleasure through her, but instead sent a shockwave through her. This wasn't a shock like the Tazer, that would have been more than she could stand, however, this was a shock which felt like she had been stung by a two wasps simultaneously; one in her ass and one in her cunt.

The pain from the shocks died almost immediately, only to be repeated as the box was shuffled back into the van. As that pain subsided the probes went back to sending their pleasurable vibration through her.

Lynne had no way of knowing that the doors to the van were now closed and she and Charlotte were the sole passengers on a journey to Hell. It was only when she felt the rattle of the engine starting and the first backward movement of the van that Lynne knew they were underway. As the van went through the by now open doorway of the warehouse it turned in the yard and Helga jammed the brakes on.

Helga smiled to herself as the van stopped, fully conscious that Lynne would have just received the first of many shocks the journey was to give her. Helga might have been capable of driving the van carefully; for this journey, however, she had no such intention. This journey was about making things as unpleasant as possible for her helpless cargo.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 8

Date Tuesday 19 th October 12.05

As the shutter door closed on the warehouse and the van pulled out of the yard, there was a door closing on Catherine's case.

Catherine had finished the prosecution case and Miss Shaw had presented the defence case. Things had gone no better for Catherine during the rest of the case, Judge Kellerman seeming to side with the defence at every turn, and now the Judge was about to deliver his verdict.

“I've heard all the evidence put forward by the prosecution and listened to the defence version of events. I am bound to say, I believe the prosecution has acted hastily in charging Miss Brown with soliciting. This said, I do accept she was inappropriately dressed in an inappropriate part of town and certainly displayed a degree of incaution as a result of her two afflictions – namely her fetish for rubber and addiction to sex.” Judge Kellerman said, looking earnest and, Catherine noted, directly at Miss Shaw.

“On the basis of what I have heard I cannot find the defendant innocent…” He said, taking a long pause during which Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. “I can, however, given the circumstances, see my way to giving Miss Brown a conditional discharge.”

Catherine's mouth fell open. A conditional discharge was no better than a verdict of innocent of all charges!

Judge Kellerman turned to face Miss Brown. “I believe you need some help with both afflictions and have looked into what help is available. I sit on the supervisory board of a psychiatric institute and have taken the opportunity to discuss your case with the clinical staff. In view of their comments I am able to offer you a discharge on all charges on the condition that you spend one week on a residential course at The Van Pelt Psychiatric Hospital.”

Turning to Lisa Shaw he said, “I take it that this condition is acceptable to your client?” Miss Shaw, who was wearing a self-satisfied grin from ear to ear, didn't even need to look to her client. She had already set out the likelihood of this outcome to Kelly Brown who could scarcely believe it possible she could get away with one week in a funny farm as an alternative to 6 months in prison and had already told her to “Go for it!”

“My client will accept the verdict and make immediate arrangements to undertake the course, Your Honour. My firm will undertake to see that she attends the course and will report back to the Court once it has been undertaken.”

And with that, Catherine's case ended in the worst possible way.

As she left Court, Catherine paused on the steps to turn her ‘phone back on. Lynne and Charlotte should be airborne by now, but she hoped there would, at least, be a message from her. The phone sprang to life and the screen showed she had one missed call, from Lynne even before she got to the airport, but no message. As she stared disappointedly at the screen, Lisa Shaw and her client came past her and Lisa paused to say “Never mind! Look on the bright side, at least you now know where you can go to get your problems addressed too!” and sashayed off.

As Catherine watched them both climb into Miss Shaw's smart BMW convertible she flushed and couldn't help wondering if it had been a lucky jibe, or whether Miss Shaw had heard something about she and Lynne. Pausing for a moment, Catherine reasoned that no one knew of about she and Lynne, and even if they suspected they were lovers, they certainly didn't know the domination games they played with each other.

Happy, at least, that the barbed comment was not made knowingly, Catherine started to walk back to her office, wondering how in Hell she was going to explain the outcome of the case to her boss.

In the car Kelly Brown was ecstatic. “Oh my God!” She was saying. “I don't know how you managed that, but by getting me to wear this dress you sure pulled the wool over the Judge's eyes!”

Lisa laughed with her. “I know.” She said. “But you do still have to spend a week in the Hospital. Let me give them a call now and see if we can go now – the Judge isn't going to like it if we don't follow-through immediately.” Kelly was a little deflated at the thought, but realised she did have to go. “OK. But if they can take me now, I'll need to get some clothes from my place first – and I've no idea how to get there.”

As Kelly spoke, Lisa was already dialling the Hospital from her cell phone, Kelly failing to notice that Lisa not only had the number but knew it by heart.

Date Tuesday 19 th October 13.55

Catherine had sat in front of her boss, Mina Savage and tried to explain how she had turned a racing-certainty of a case into a complete disaster. Catherine's view that the Judge had been won over by the defence lawyer and the defendant herself did little to assuage Ms Savage's view that the case had been lost by the prosecution lawyer rather than won by the defence team.

Back at her desk, Catherine felt more miserable than she could ever remember. With Lynne gone, this case lost and a pile of work in her in-tray, Catherine sat staring blankly at the next file and thinking wistfully of Lynne, stretched out in her first class seat and sipping champagne. Little did she know that Lynne was not enjoying first class at that particular moment; but suffering the rigours of Mistress XS' version of ‘Baggage Class!'

Lynne had been on the road for just over two hours, although she had no way of knowing that. It felt like she had been struggling for breath, been riding the metal edge and been shocked in her ass and pussy for 2 days, let alone 2 hours. Yet the human body is a strange thing. Lynne had lapsed into her personal world of pain a long time ago, all she could feel was pain no matter where she turned her mind. The only thing which she didn't associate with pain at this particular moment was the faint buzzing inside her. They had been on an even stretch of road for a while now, and Lynne had not received a shock for quite some time.

Somewhere, deep inside her, Lynne could feel an overpowering urge to orgasm brewing. She was trying to rock on her ‘perch' and get a steady pressure on her clitoris, but all that was happening was that she was increasing the pain the perch was inflicting and sending the orgasm back down. Just as it began to rise again, the van turned sharply and Lynne screamed into her gag as the electricity struck home. The probes were doing their job, just as advertised by Mistress XS. She had said “It's a kind of sexual torture if you will, where you get to be held on the brink but never quite manage to come…” and she was right.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 9

Date Tuesday 19 th October 14.34

By contrast to Lynne, Kelly Brown was enjoying her ride. She had been home and collected a number of sets of clothes, emptying her entire wardrobe of rubber into the case on the suggestion of Miss Shaw who pointed out “We want them to believe you really do have a fetish for rubber!”

Now stretched out in her seat, the roof down on the BMW and the heater on so they could enjoy the autumnal sunshine without freezing their butts off, Lisa and Kelly were enjoying their ride.

“We're almost there!” Lisa said above the wind noise. Kelly sat up as they turned off the main road into a road marked “Private” before drawing up to an electrically operated gate. Lisa wound down the window and punched in a number and the gate swung open silently.

Kelly was impressed. “They gave you the number did they?” She asked Lisa. “Yes, when I phoned.” Lisa said as they carried on driving through woodland for ¼ mile before the vista opened out and she got her first view of the Hospital and the grand house which nestled beside it. Kelly thought the Hospital looked more like a prison than a psychiatric hospital and said so. “Yes it does rather, but you have to remember they take all sorts here, some of their patients have come from prisons, so they need to maintain security. I think you'll find you'll be well away from most of the other patients, so your stay shouldn't be too unpleasant.”

As she finished Lisa pulled up beside another gate, this one also operated by an intercom system, and Kelly noticed a camera staring at them from beside the car as Lisa spoke.

Now that she could see the building properly, Kelly said, “It's a bit more dreary than I thought it would be when we came up the drive!”

She was right, the building was a two storey red brick slab from the 1930's and had a high wall surrounding a courtyard or similar around the windowless end which they were now approaching. The only feature Kelly could see in the big brick wall was a large security gate set at one end, otherwise she might have been staring at a windowless prison.

Fortunately, as they drove past the wall, the front of the building looked more welcoming, at least it had windows, and Kelly relaxed. Their's was the only car to be seen on the expanse of tarmac between the building and its surrounding wall, so Lisa was able to park easily and show Kelly up the steps to the reception area.

Behind the reception desk a brisk woman gave Kelly a slightly askance look as she entered, but she seemed friendly enough once she knew who she was and why she was there. She got Kelly to fill in several forms and then it came time for Lisa to head off and leave Kelly to her one week course. “OK. I'm heading off now.” Lisa said. “I hope it goes well; you never know, I may come and visit you!”

Had Kelly realised what was going to happen, she might have known it would be sooner than she thought!

Kelly was picked up from reception by the Hospital Director who picked up her suitcase and showed her through two sets of security doors and down a long corridor to Room 13. “Just wait there.” He had said, setting her case down. “The doctor dealing with your case will be with you shortly. I hope you enjoy your stay here; I know we're all looking forward to having you here.”

Kelly sat on her own in the room for 20 minutes or so waiting for her doctor to arrive. During that time she had nothing to do but stare around the room, there were no magazines or anything for her to read while she waited. The room itself at least had a window, albeit one with bars, to the front of the building, looking across the magnificent grounds, the view only spoiled by the brick wall between her and it! Kelly studied the view for a while before sitting down in the one visitor's chair beside the desk. In fact, she thought, there was nothing in the room at all. A door in, a desk with a chair either side of it, a couch, a door out on the right of the room – presumably interconnecting with a room next door - and a large mirror.

Studying the mirror, Kelly realised it was a two-way mirror, and guessed that it was used for observing patients. Suddenly fearing that her doctor might be watching her now, she smoothed down her dress and tried to look as calm and unflustered as possible.

In the event, the doctor came bustling through the main door a few minutes later, a kindly-looking man in his early fifties wearing a white coat and carrying a clipboard. He had a shock of grey hair and was peering at her over the top of his glasses. Kelly immediately warmed to him and felt like she almost knew him from somewhere.

“Kelly!” He said. “Pleased to meet you, my name is Victor, how do you do.” He said shaking her hand vigorously. He pulled his chair from behind the desk so he sat on the same side as her and placed the clipboard on the desk.

“Now.” He began. “I'd like to run through a few questions and become acquainted with your case, if I may”.

Kelly began to answer the doctor's questions, slowly unravelling the lie which she and Lisa had worked up. No, she wasn't a prostitute; she had an addiction to sex. She wanted sex anywhere, any when, anyhow with anyone. She loved the feel of rubber on her skin, couldn't get enough of it. That was why she always wanted to be wearing rubber.

As Kelly was going through her case with the doctor, Lisa was not heading back to the office. She had already phoned in and explained she was tied up with her case and would not be in for the rest of the day, and, instead of heading down the drive she drove out through the first security gate, along the front of the building and pulled in amongst the cars parked in front of the house.

A few minutes later, Mistress Lisa, mistress of the Rubber Dungeon in the Group XS enclave, strode purposefully down the underground corridor beneath where Kelly was sitting. She was now dressed in her beloved latex from head to toe, although, had Catherine and the others in Court but realised it, she had conducted the case wearing latex panties, bra and a half slip!

Now, however, she looked amazing, her hour-glass figure and huge breasts accentuated by the black rubber catsuit she wore, her waist cinched by a heavy rubber corset. In her gloved right hand she carried a riding crop with which she tapped the side of her boot as she walked down the corridor. Mistress Lisa was going to pay a brief visit to some of her playmates in the Rubber Dungeon before going to collect Kelly Brown. Once Kelly had arrived, she would personally supervise Kelly's rubber and sex rehabilitation treatment, albeit not quite along the lines envisaged by either the court or Miss Brown!

Kelly herself, blissfully unaware either of what was about to happen to her or that she was sitting with the notorious sexual sadist, Dr Victor Saavik, was enjoying answering his questions.

“Would you like to see your accommodation now?” Saavik asked.

“Sure.” Said Kelly.

Saavik led her out of the room through the side door into what turned out, as she had expected, to be an ante chamber from which one could observe the room she had just been in. At first she didn't see a way out of the room, not until Saavik slid back a panel in the wall to reveal the smallest of lifts.

Catching Kelly's quizzical look he said “Security. You're no problem, but we don't want some of our patients finding out we have a back staircase!” They squeezed close together in the lift, Kelly conscious of Victor rubbing up against her rubber dress because the space was so small. To be honest, she thought, this lift would be full with one person in it!

The doctor used a key to make the lift move, and Kelly was surprised when they started downwards! She hadn't been aware of a basement from the outside and had naturally assumed they would move up to the first floor.

If she wasn't expecting the move down, she certainly wasn't expecting the sight which greeted them at the bottom of the lift shaft. The lift door opened onto a small room with bare brick walls and no lighting other than that which spilled out from the lift. Kelly was reluctant to step out into the darkness and held back, a helping hand from the doctor on her bottom making her take the first step.

As she stepped into the room, Kelly was surprised to find unseen hands grab her from either side, not the doctor's hands, but two other people were waiting for her. In an instant, before she could even struggle, she found herself plunged into an even more impenetrable darkness.

Saavik, Lisa and Ilsa, one of the full time guards in the world of Group XS, had forced a rubber sack over Kelly which covered her from head to toe. They quickly fastened straps affixed to the sack around her, and in a few moments emerged from the secure room at the bottom of the lift shaft carrying a screaming, bucking bundle of rubber. They carried Kelly down the short corridor, turned left when they got to a much larger corridor which ran virtually the 300ft length of the building, and carried her a distance before taking her through a door marked “Rubber Dungeon”.

Kelly's introduction to Group XS was about to begin. Before the day was out she would have become nothing more to these people than a piece of fresh meat to be dressed in rubber, fucked in rubber, have the crap beaten out of her in rubber and be tied in rubber in the most appalling ways and on the most appalling devices.

Kelly had just become the latest recruit to Group XS's slaves.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

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Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 10

Date Tuesday 19 th October 19.34

Catherine arrived home to a dark and empty apartment, flicked on the light and slung her briefcase in the corner of the hallway.

Looking around her she could see the signs of Lynne's departure on holiday, her breakfast bowl still sitting unwashed in the sink, her half finished cup of coffee on the dressing table and her wardrobe door still open. Catherine shut the wardrobe door, feeling a pang of loneliness as she saw the empty hangers inside, and washed the bowl and cup and set them in the drainer.

Then she fixed herself a glass of wine and went into the bedroom to get changed. After such a lousy day, she couldn't wait to get out of her work clothes and make herself feel normal again by slipping on her old jeans and a sweat shirt. As she undressed she checked the clock on the bedside table and figured it was a little early to hear anything from Lynne. Her flight should be landing about now, but Catherine was sure she had time for a shower before she heard anything from Lynne.

Showered and changed, Catherine took her wine back into the kitchen and shoved a frozen meal into the microwave before sitting down behind the computer to check her email.

Not that she expected to find an email from Lynne, Catherine was disappointed to find no new messages in her in-box and ended up eating her meal sat in front of the TV waiting for Lynne to ring.

Had Catherine but known it, Lynne was in no position to ring at that particular moment. She was still crammed inside her box, her body a mass of pain from head to toe; her muscles were cramping, her ass and pussy hurt from the metal edge she had been astride for hours, her body hurt from the pins and her pussy was desperate to be able to come. She was vaguely aware that the journey was over. She'd felt the last of the shocks shoot through after the box was carried from the van and placed down on the floor; at least for that she could be thankful.

What Lynne did not realise, although she probably feared, was that the box had been placed on the floor of Mistress XS's Private Apartment. While she was confined and waiting for Mistress XS, Charlotte, her younger sister, was making the acquaintance of someone Lynne actually knew; the Head Mistress of the School Section of the Group XS domain.

Lynne was hungry, she was thirsty and she was acutely aware that she had soiled herself during the journey; she was also just as petrified at the prospect of being taken out of her box as she was at staying in it.

When she felt the lid of the box opening, Lynne felt an initial sense of relief as her bonds were released and, for the first time in nearly 8 hours, she was able to move. This relief gave way to acute pain as her cramped muscles resisted her efforts to stretch as she was hauled from the box and thrown onto the floor. Lynne could feel several pairs of hands moving her and was hugely relieved as they not only removed her from the pin suit but also took off her hood. Under the hood she was hot and sweaty and she took lungs full of the fresh air for the first time since the hood and rancid panties had been installed on her head. As the unseen hands worked the pear gag from her mouth, see-sawing it out through clenched jaws, Lynne was able to see light for the first time.

Blinking round the edge of her sister's panties, Lynne stared up at the face of the person removing the gag. She blinked a few times, either because the light was too bright or, more likely, because she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Standing above her was Dr Zorhof!

She had last seen Dr Zorhof in court, around the time she started her relationship with Catherine! She was supposed still to be in prison, but here she was leering down at her prostrate and naked body! As the gag came free the panties fell away from her face and Lynne could look around properly. What she saw did nothing but confirm the horror of her predicament.

She was in a large windowless room, which looked like it was someone's bedroom. There was a big four-poster bed set against the wall nearest her head and plenty of signs that the room was used not only for sleeping, but also for torture. If the ropes and chains were not enough to convince her of this, then the presence not only of Dr Zorhof but also of Mistress XS and Dr Saavik was. Allied to this, Lynne was not the trio's only victim in the room!

Over to Lynne's left there was a girl suspended upside-down from the ceiling, her legs splayed wide by the chains around her ankles and her arms similarly spread to chains attached to ring bolts set into the stone floor. The girl was completely naked and was crying softly to herself. The reason she was crying was obvious, apart from the strain of her inverted spread-eagled position; she had been savagely whipped. Her body was a mass of criss-crossing angry red lines and bruises. It was apparent that she had not been spared the whip either across her breasts or between her vulnerably exposed legs.

Mistress XS had obviously caught Lynne's frightened expression as she saw the girl. “I'm a great believer that punishment is the best form of education.” She said. “I think it's safe to say that next time I tell her to lick my pussy she'll do so with a little more enthusiasm.”

Mistress XS turned to Lynne. “But where are my manners.” She said with a sneer in her voice. “Welcome to your new home! I'm sure you'll be very uncomfortable here! Of course, you don't need any introductions to my good friends Dr Zorhof and Dr Saavik, do you?”

Saavik smiled at Lynne, the warmth of his smile and the friendly face belying the evil sadist within. “Hello Lynne. I've been looking forward to this moment for several years; well, ever since I saw you in court actually.”

“Fuck you!” Lynne said. “You're supposed to be locked up you evil bastard!”

The three of them laughed. “My, she has some spirit still.” Dr Zorhof said to the others. “Yes, we are supposed to be locked up – thanks to your girlfriend. Fortunately, as you can see, we enjoy a certain amount of liberty even during our incarceration. But thanks to you and your girlfriend, we'll soon be free to do as we please… in fact we'll not only be free but we'll be pardoned for the grave miscarriage of justice Catherine inflicted upon us!”

“Your mad!” Lynne spat. “Catherine will see you rot in Hell for this!”

“I wouldn't be so sure.” Mistress XS said. “Catherine's in for a rather torrid couple of weeks I fancy.” She gave a knowing look to Saavik and Zorhof who both nodded in silent agreement. “Whatever, enough of this idle chit-chat, Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof have been locked up for so long, they have certain needs to be taken care of, I'm sure you'll be a good girl and oblige them… unless you want to be taught the same lesson as Clarissa over there.” She said, nodding towards the girl spread into an X from the ceiling.

“Fuck you!” Lynne said.

“Oh good!” Mistress XS purred. “I was hoping you'd say that.”

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 11

Date Tuesday 19 th October 20.12

As Mistress XS, Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof grabbed Lynne, Catherine had finished her microwaved supper and was trying to dial Lynne's mobile phone. The operator was inviting Catherine to leave a message as she put her phone down, wholly unaware that Lynne's phone was sitting on Mistress XS's dressing table, just a couple of hours drive away.

In front of the dressing table, just a few feet away from the mobile phone, was a chair of sorts into which the evil trio strapped Lynne. The chair looked like it had been built for the Inquisition, a metal-framed affair with a tubular steel rod for the back and no discernable seat. Lynne was strapped to the frame in such a way that her legs were splayed sideways, her body and arms strapped to the rod which ran up her spine and rods which ran either side of her. When they had finished she looked like she was welded to the chair in a wide-stretched squat.

Lynne knew she had been rash in speaking to the three of them as she had, and suddenly felt her bold confidence wane into heart thumping fear. Her fear was exacerbated when Mistress XS strapped her head back to the metal rod and said to her “I won't gag you because I do so love the sound of screaming.”

Lynne's first scream came as Mistress XS turned a handle at the side of the “chair” and she felt herself being rotated so that instead of sitting upright she was tilted backwards, her head much lower than her now obscenely exposed cunt. Lynne watched in terrified silence as Dr Zorhof wheeled a trolley with a black box on it up beside her… the box had what looked like a dentists drill coming from it!

Mistress XS pulled a stool between Lynne's legs and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves before picking up the drill-like device. “This is a wonderful device.” She explained. “It's made for some of the less scrupulous governments who want to extract a confession from a prisoner without leaving any obvious marks.” She held the drill part up for Lynne to see. It was like a fat pencil on a lead, but rather than having a drill bit on the end, it had a heavy needle. “It does three things through the needle. There's a laser in the centre which burns the – what do you call it Dr Zorhof?” “It doesn't burn the epidermis or the stratum lucidum; it focuses on the dermis where the nerves are.” Dr Zorhof interjected helpfully.

“Yes, the dermis.” Continued Mistress XS. “I'm told it's quite painful, you'll be able to verify that, but leaves no marks whatsoever. The metal part of the needle carries a high voltage current which will hurt like fury, and, if I'm so disposed, I can push the needle in and inject you with some of Dr Zorhof's special serum. I think you'll find it quite entertaining. Now, where shall we start?”

Lynne watched as Dr Zorhof picked up two clamps from the trolley, dangling from each clamp was a length of thin chain and a large weight. Passing one to Dr Saavik, they each bent down and she felt their fingers explore her cunt, just before she was treated to the clamps being snapped onto the labia each side.

There are clamps designed for light BDSM play and there are clamps designed for serious BDSM play. These clamps fitted neither category. These were heavily sprung clamps with jagged teeth intended to hurt. Lynne felt a rush of pain hit her and let out a short scream as she said “Please! Take them off! They hurt too much!”

That was before the pair draped the chains over her open thighs and let the weights drop. As the weights reached the end of the chain, there was a sharp tug on her labia and the teeth on the clamp bit deeper into her sensitive flesh.

“Aaaaaahhhhheeeee!!!” Lynne screamed.

“Oh this is priceless!” Mistress XS laughed. “She tells us to fuck off then starts to scream like a baby from something as gentle as those clamps! If I were you, Lynne, I'd brace myself. If you think those hurt, you're in for a rather nasty surprise!”

With that, Mistress XS bent down to Lynne's now gaping cunt and poised the needle just above the soft pink tissue of her inner cunt lips. She pressed a button on the pencil-like grip and there was a low hum from the box to which it was attached. The hum was quickly drowned out by Lynne. The button had turned on the laser which focused its intense beam a fraction below the surface of Lynne's skin.

Anyone watching who expected to see the soft skin being burnt or hear the sizzle of flesh would have been sorely disappointed. There was just the tiniest dot of light on Lynne's skin which Mistress XS began to move very slowly in circles. For a brief moment the trio of sadists themselves were disappointed as Lynne seemed to stiffen and then relax.

Lynne had anticipated pain from the laser and as soon as it was switched on she expected to feel the intense pain Mistress XS had promised. As it turned out she felt nothing above the awful pain of the clamps where they were imbedded into her flesh. Just as she began to relax it hit her. This was like no other pain she had experienced before. This was a pain which seemed to be coming from within and felt like someone had just lit a blow-torch inside her body. It felt to Lynne like her skin was being sliced through with a red-hot knife!

“Aaaaaahhhhhhheeeeee!!!!” She screamed pausing only to take breath. “Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhh! Oh God!!! Pleeeeeaaaaassssseeee stop!!!”

“Oh but Lynne,” Mistress XS said above the screeching cry of pain, “we've only just started. And if you remember, you have a very special lesson to learn under the ‘ punishment is the best form of education' scheme. Next time, when Dr Saavik wants to fuck you in the ass, you'll bend over and say ‘Thank you Sir!' as you pull your ass cheeks apart for him!”

The last part of her sentence was drowned out as the needle touched Lynne's clitoris. Suddenly she had a massive jolt of electricity coursing through her clit as the laser burned its infinitesimal path through the under layer of Lynne's skin. “AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!” Lynne screamed, vainly attempting to twist in her bonds.

Lynne's screaming became so loud, especially once Mistress XS had pierced the skin of her clitoris several times to inject Dr Zorhof's noxious chemical into Lynne, that Mistress XS relented on her earlier promise to leave Lynne un-gagged. Just so the three of them could keep up a level of conversation; it became necessary for Dr Zorhof to find a gag. She didn't need to go far. Next to the dressing table was Mistress XS' laundry basket which she went through having first checked with Mistress XS that this was OK. “Sure.” Mistress XS had replied without taking her eyes off torturing Lynne's cunt. “If you dig deep you'll find some particularly gross ones in there I'm sure!”

Dr Zorhof did dig deep and seemed well satisfied with what she found. Lynne was still screaming with agony, her face now lathered in sweat, wholly unaware that she was about to be gagged. “AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHMMmmmmpppppphhhh!!” she went as Dr Zorhof stuffed the first pair in into Lynne's mouth, a pair of black silk panties with the “XS” motif on the front, a pair which were well stained with Mistress XS's juices. A second pair, this time heavier black satin, followed. With several turns of duct tape round Lynne's head, Dr Zorhof reduced Lynne's wailing screams to a much lower level of “Mmmmmppppphhhh!!!”

As Lynne continued to scream into her gag the trio repositioned Lynne so she was virtually upside down. They didn't remove the weights from her cunt lips, but they did insert several metal sticks, pointed at either end like cocktail sticks, between her ass cheeks to hold them apart. This gave perfect access to her anus and surrounding ring.

Now it was Dr Zorhof's turn to take the laser pen. Settling herself on the stool she now bent to the task of burning the nerve endings in Lynne's ass.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 12

Date Tuesday 19 th October 21.47

As Dr Zorhof bent to her task Catherine tried Lynne's phone again; still finding herself directed to the answer-phone.

Sipping yet another glass of wine, Catherine flicked discontentedly through the TV channels trying not to think of Lynne having fun while she sat miserably at home.

Date Tuesday 19 th October 22.35

Lynne was most certainly not having fun.

After an hour and a half of the evil laser torture they finally stopped, each of the three of them having had their turn at either her cunt, her ass or her tits. When they did let her go it was not an act of subservience which meant she slumped onto the floor at their feet, but rather the impact of the day's torture on her beleaguered muscles.

“I know you'd like to rest there all night.” Mistress XS observed. “But we still haven't finished teaching you your lesson.” To Lynne's horror they took the girl down from the hanging chains – she had been left there totally disregarded since Lynne had emerged from her box – and shoved her into a hole underneath a trapdoor in the floor. From where she lay Lynne could not see what horrors the hole held, she could, however, see the fear and desperation on the girl's face as she was lowered into the hole. As her head disappeared below the surface, Lynne could hear the girl crying “Please! I'll do anything; I'm sorry if I didn't please you Mistress XS I promise…..” as Saavik closed the lid with a heavy thud.

“Now then Lynne. I think it's time you tasted the whip, don't you?” Mistress XS purred.

Date Wednesday 20 th October 08.16

Catherine arrived at her desk to find three more case files had been dumped into her in tray. Sighing with frustration she looked at the heap which was already there from the day before and began her work in the hope that it would take her mind off her unsatisfactory evening and her unfulfilled longing to hear from Lynne.

As she started to read the first case file, Catherine checked that her mobile was switched on in case Lynne should call and felt sure that when Lynne did she would feel and sleep much better. Poor Catherine, if only she knew that she was in for a much worse night, with worse still to come.

At the same time, Lynne was thinking of sleep; in fact she was longing for it.

After the three of them had whipped her while she hung upside down from the chains, Mistress XS had given her another chance to offer her sexual services to the two Doctors. This time she had complied without hesitation.

She'd licked and sucked Dr Zorhof while Dr Saavik raped her from behind; then they'd changed places and she'd had to lick and suck Dr Saavik while Dr Zorhof fucked her with a huge strap-on. Not content with that, they'd made her beg and plead to lick their asses, made her beg to have them fist-fuck her, and made her beg to masturbate herself to climax again and again with various over-sized dildos.

When finally they'd had their fun, they'd told her she was a dirty whore for being so wanton and promiscuous and made her beg to be put into “Punishment Panties” for the night. These had turned out to be a pair of panties similar to those Catherine had brought home after the trial and neither of them had dared to try on. Heavy leather panties, more like shorts, which strapped and locked on and were full of short sharp spikes. As if the spikes were not enough, there were two gargantuan dildo's inside which it had taken considerable effort to insert in her tortured cunt and anus.

Longing for sleep even then, Lynne had prayed as the Doctors bid Mistress XS goodnight, that she was to be slung into a cell for the night. She'd had no such luck. Mistress XS had pointed out it was time for Lynne to look after her needs as well, and led Lynne to her bed. As Lynne had felt the firm comfort of the enormous bed she had half believed she was to sleep in it with Mistress XS.

Unfortunately this was not part of Mistress XS's design.

Her bed, it transpired, had a tiny and uncomfortable cage built into the base. The cage was accessed through a removable section of the mattress and Lynne found herself being thrust into this uninvitingly cramped space. It was only when she had folded her arms and legs to fit into the space and Mistress XS closed the lid, that Lynne realised the lid actually fitted around her neck and kept her head stuck outside the cage. The horror of what was about to happen struck Lynne as she found herself surveying the expanse of silk-sheeted mattress in front of her.

Sure enough, the removable section of mattress was little more than a thin piece of padding, also covered in white silk, which fitted back in place allowing her head to protrude into Mistress XS's bed! As Mistress XS prepared herself for bed, she spoke to Lynne as if they were lovers.

“I'm so pleased you could come for a sleep-over.” She said. “It's such a comforting thought knowing you'll be making love to me with your tongue through the night!”

Mistress XS had pulled on a large pair of rubber panties as she spoke. The panties had a voluminous piece of rubber hanging down between the legs…

Climbing into bed, Mistress XS had spread her legs either side of Lynne's imprisoned head and manoeuvred herself so her crotch was virtually in Lynne's face. Then the awful nature of the panties she wore was revealed to Lynne.

The rubber dangling between the legs was, in fact, a rubber bag which Mistress XS fitted over Lynne's head and locked in place with a strap overly tightened around her neck! Suddenly Lynne had been engulfed in a warm darkness with Mistress XS's hot and sticky cunt right in front of her mouth!

Mistress XS had shuffled down the bed another inch or so until Lynne had no option but to start to kiss her dripping pussy. “Oh that's good.” Mistress XS had said dreamily. “Oh do be a dear. I didn't go to the bathroom before coming to bed, just lock you mouth round my pee-hole will you and swallow it up will you? Just make sure you swallow it all, because if I find myself lying in my own pee you'll pay the price tomorrow.”

And now, nearly eight hours later, Lynne was still face to face with Mistress XS's cunt, licking and lapping her sleeping owner in an effort to appease her when she woke up. Afraid that Mistress XS would take the sweat which Lynne had been dripping liberally inside the airless hellhole, Lynne had been reduced to lapping this up too for fear Mistress would think she had done a sloppy job in swallowing her piss.

No, Lynne was not on some stunning cruise ship; she was simply dreaming of sleep and release.

Date Wednesday 20 th October 08.26

Kathy Winter followed the guard down the long corridor trying to ignore the cat-calls and whistles from her fellow inmates as she went. She was sure the penitentiary was no worse than any other, but for a first-timer she had found her short time here hard and had been counting the days to this moment. Some of the inmates had been kind to her, realising she was young and unused to the almost tribal rules and hierarchical system of the place; others had been less so and she vowed never to return to a place where lesbian rape and the threat of beatings hung over you 24 hours a day.

As they reached the end of the corridor and the door closed with a heavy “Clang!” Kathy breathed an audible sigh of relief. “I'll bet you'll be pleased to leave this place behind, won't you?” Her escort said pleasantly. Kathy smiled wearily at the woman and agreed, pleased that one of the nice guards had been assigned to her release. The guards had fallen into three categories as far as Kathy was concerned. Those who were nice; those who were mean; and a small handful who had been as likely to initiate the lesbian rapes and beatings as her fellow inmates! Kathy had been lucky, she had to admit, that the guards had threatened but not followed through – unlike with some of the inmates – and she was grateful for this, particularly in the light of some of the rumours which abounded.

There were rumours that the guards had some “special treatment” they meted out on a few chosen girls, but they were only rumours and no one was really able to substantiate them. It was, however, generally agreed amongst the inmates that it wasn't worth risking a spell in solitary unless you wanted to enjoy the special treatment.

For Kathy, however, her time was up. She had served two months of her 3 month sentence for soliciting and was now being released on parole. Her escort took her to the holding area, where she had been so embarrassingly searched and given her uniform two months before, and the process began to go into reverse. She was given the cardboard box containing her clothes and told to change back into them and return her prison fatigues.

Embarrassed that the woman guard stayed while she changed, Kathy turned her back to gain some privacy while she put back on the clothes in which she had arrived. As she did so she remembered the embarrassment of standing in court in the exact same clothes, her “working clothes” and having to endure the scrutiny of the lady Judge and the others in court.

Kathy had been arrested in a raid on her tiny apartment while she was entertaining a client who had a penchant for spanking girls. The fact that she had been wearing schoolgirl knickers with stockings and a tiny black pleated skirt for the spanking hadn't gone down well when it came to her Court appearance! As she changed back into these things now she wished the Police had had the decency to let her change before they had hustled her out of her apartment, but no, they had taken her as she was allowing her only to slip her white school blouse back on and put on her black stilettos.

As she slipped the large black panties back on, Kathy was very conscious that the Prison hadn't deemed it necessary to launder her clothes in the two months she had been here. They had a definite stale aroma, the smell of the sex she was having, or her arousal at least when she was being spanked, mingled with her stale odour having had nothing else to wear for the three days she was in a Police cell waiting for her Court hearing.

Back in her working clothes she signed the proffered papers the guard gave her to confirm her property had been returned, signed the release papers and was virtually a free person again. “The Wardress wants to see you now.” The Guard said.

Kathy's look of concern obviously reached the guard who explained, “It's only a formality now. She has to get you to sign your parole papers and make arrangements for you to meet your parole officer. We know you didn't have any cash on you when you arrived, so she will have either arranged for your parole officer to meet you here now and give you a lift back home or will arrange some other transportation – it's all perfectly normal and nothing to worry about.”

Kathy was relieved, although the mention of “home” struck a chord. She wondered if she had one to go to. In the two months she doubted if her landlord would have left her place empty with the rent unpaid and she wondered what he would have done with her things. She didn't have much, just her wardrobe of kinky things for her clients and a few outfits of more normal clothes, her stereo and TV: that was the sum total of Miss Kathy Brown, pretty brunette runaway who had nothing to show for her life so far.

As they moved from the reception area of the penitentiary to the Wardress' office, Kathy wondered if the Wardress was the person to ask about what help would be available to get her back on the straight and narrow. Not just help with reforming her ways, but also to give her a roof over her head, Kathy decided. Probably not, was the conclusion – her parole officer would be able to help her more she imagined.

The sign on the door said “Wardress M. Schwarz” in simple white letters. The guard knocked on the door and waited for a voice from inside to call “Come!” before opening it.

Inside the room Kathy took in two women, Wardress Schwarz, a rather large and severe looking woman in her mid forties sitting behind her desk, her short black hair in a coiffured bob and another quite stocky younger blonde sitting on the other side of the desk. The Wardress looked up and actually smiled. Kathy had imagined she never smiled, but instinctively smiled back at her.

The Wardress picked up her ever-present fat cigar and took a deep draw on it, exhaling the cloud of smoke in Kathy's direction.

“Ah Kathy!” She said. “Do come in and sit down.” Turning to the guard she said “Has she signed all the release papers?” When the guard confirmed this she said “Good. Then that'll be all now – I'll sort out her parole details and Miss Feldman here will take her back to town.”

The guard having left, the Wardress offered Kathy a cup of coffee and, gratefully accepting, Kathy settled down to have the details of her parole explained. “Kathy, I'd like you to meet Helga Feldman, she's going to be your Parole Officer and, I'm sure, take very good care of you.” Kathy caught a smile on Helga's face and wondered at its significance as she shook hands with her.

“Now there are some formalities and a few things I need to explain before you leave here.” Wardress Black continued. “Firstly I need you to sign this piece of paper; it's your Parole Advice Form with details of your officer and where and when you have to report on it.” Kathy took the form and signed it. As she did so she saw that the name for her Parole Officer was down as “Harold Hirst” and she queried why it said this if her officer was Helga.

“Nothing to worry about,” The Wardress explained, “it's quite normal to have one officer collect you and another assigned as the senior officer on your case.” She tucked the paper into a file and continued “Now I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.”

Kathy braced herself.

“Your apartment has been cleared by your landlord and is now occupied by someone else, so we've been thinking of ways in which we can help you.” The Wardress continued, a warm smile crossing her face. “Helga here has found just the place for you to go and live, I think you'll find it a really special new home, and she's lined up a whole new set of clothes and things for you to wear there – unless you want to stay dressed up like that, of course!” the Wardress joked.

Kathy felt a great rush of relief. A roof over her head, new clothes, it all sounded too good to be true! If she did but know it, it was; but she would be finding that out soon enough.

“You'll find the place you're staying at quite enthralling, I won't give you more details now, I'm sure Helga would rather save that as a surprise for you! But, suffice to say, it's a very special place in which I have a certain amount of interest and, I'm happy to say, you'll be seeing a lot more of me when I come to visit – which I do regularly. It's sort of my home from home, I suppose, and I try to get there every weekend and holidays and even the odd night during the week!”

Kathy felt good about the place. If the Wardress liked it so much she was going to be staying somewhere quite special.

“Anyway.” The Wardress continued. “That's all the paperwork done so you are free to go with Helga now. I've given her strict instructions on how to look after you and will be seeing you in a week or so when I come and stay for the weekend, so for now, I'll leave you in Helga's care.”

The Wardress stood to show Kathy and Helga out from her office, unlocking the private entrance which led straight onto the staff car park. At the door the Wardress didn't shake Kathy's hand, rather she just said “Until the next time!” as Kathy followed Helga across the tarmac towards a waiting van.

For almost the first time Helga spoke. “I'm sorry, but this van is the only transport I could get this morning. I hope you don't mind, but there are only a couple of seats in the front so I'll ride with you in the back to make you feel more at home while my colleague, Midori, does the driving.”

Kathy didn't mind at all. She'd rather have left in a car than the back of what she assumed was a plain grey prison van, but at least she was getting a ride. As they approached the van the driver got out, a tiny Asian girl, who went to the rear doors and unlocked them. “Midori, this is Kathy, our new guest.” Helga said. Midori looked Kathy up and down in that inscrutable way the Asian's have and said “Hello, Missy!”

Watching from her window the Wardress smiled to herself and took another drag on her cigar as her left hand stray between her legs where it gently massaged her clitoris through her clothing. “Yes Kathy, I've given very strict instructions… and I don't think you'll find me quite as accommodating when we next meet.”

While Kathy clambered up the step into the back of the van the Wardress turned to her desk and opened the inmate list on a page marked “Category A Section A Prisoners – Solitary” and looked down the list of names. Her eyes alighted on the name Simone Simons. She picked up the ‘phone and dialled a number, waiting patiently for it to be answered by one of the few guards assigned to the section. “Ah! Carrie?” She said when the phone was answered. “How is Miss Simons doing?” While she listened to the reply the Wardress pictured the young black girl who was due to be released in 2 months time – into the hands of “Probation Officer Feldman”.

“Oh good!” The Wardress said as she heard how badly Simone was coping with the strict regime for Category A prisoners in Section A. “Perhaps she would like some exercise then… I was thinking how nice it would be for her to take a little stroll down to the Punishment Cell later on, I fancy the little black whore needs to be taught a lesson with the bullwhip and then given some instruction on how to lick white pussy, don't you?” She looked at her watch. It was still only 9.15. “In fact why don't you take her down there now and let her do a little horse riding until I can make it? I think she'd like that, don't you?” As she spoke the Wardress' hand worked under her skirt and found its way under the silken fabric stretched across her cunt and she began to massage her clitoris. “Yes, the more I think about it the more I'm sure you, and whoever's on duty with you now would, enjoy that pink tongue lapping your pussy while I beat some manners into Simone with the bullwhip…”

As the Wardress was talking, Kathy climbed into the back of the van and was immediately struck by how gloomy it was and unlike the van she had arrived in. This van, she thought, had no windows in the back at all, not even blackened windows, was very differently laid out and had crap on the floor. As if to emphasise her point she tripped over a length of chain on the floor and cursed the small interior light by which she was just able to see a wooden bench which ran down one side. As Helga followed her into the back of the van the darkness caused by Helga's shadow caused Kathy to sit on one of the seat dividers on the bench, a large upturned “V” section of wood, and she let out a yelp. Shuffling to one side and knocking against a rolled up strap of some kind in the process, Kathy sat between two of the “V” sections and joked with Helga “Ouch! I sat on one of those pieces of wood! They weren't designed to be too comfortable for a lady!”

Helga didn't join in the fun with Kathy and just said “No, they weren't” as the van door closed firmly and Midori turned the lock from the outside. As the engine started Kathy looked around in the gloomy light. This was nothing like the van she had arrived in, she decided; this one looked more like it had come from the Dark Ages! There was only a bench along one side, what looked like a row of storage bins down the opposite side, one of which contained a sack of clothing or a kitbag or something – it was difficult to tell in the low light. As the van moved off she was aware of movement at the cab end of the rear compartment and realised there was some laundry swinging on a hanger from one of several bars which ran along the length of the van's roof.

Kathy felt uncomfortable with the brooding silence and pointed to the swinging garments and said “Have you been fetching some laundry this morning?”

Helga simply said “No.” and lapsed back into silence. “It's an odd van this.” Kathy continued, trying desperately now to get Helga to strike up a conversation. “It looks more like something the Nazi's would have transported prisoners in!”

Again all she got from Helga was “Yes.”

Deciding to settle on travelling in silence, Kathy shut her eyes and pretended to doze. She hadn't been doing this for long when she felt the van pull off the road and bump on some uneven ground before slowing to a stop and have the engine turned off. She sprang awake. “Are we there?” She asked excitedly.

“No.” Helga said. “Midori is joining us to try and make you more comfortable for the journey.” Almost immediately the back door opened and Midori clambered in and, as she did so, Kathy was able to see that they had pulled onto a piece of rough ground. Midori turned the lock on the door once she was inside and, for the first time, Kathy felt unsure about what was happening. She'd felt uneasy with the silence, yes, but not unsure about the whole circumstance – not until now. Now she was locked in the back of a windowless van with two women she knew nothing about heading to a destination she didn't know.

Midori flicked a switch and a much brighter light sprang into life, illuminating the dingy van properly. Kathy looked around her in the new-found light and said “Let me out of here! Please there's been some mistake!”

Kathy's eyes were locked onto the sack of laundry in the storage bin… only it wasn't a sack of laundry, it was a person inside a cage! Her eyes darted to what she had presumed was laundry hanging from the rail and saw it was in fact some bizarre leather clothing similar to that worn by the occupant of the cage! Even the huge furled belt beside her and the chain heaped on the floor now took on a more sinister air.

“Sit down!” Helga commanded. Kathy knew something was badly amiss and instead of sitting made a hopeless dart for the door. She had just made it past Helga and was reaching for the door when Midori reached out and grabbed her arm. With a fluid twisting motion Midori twisted Kathy's arm and Jelly found herself sprawled on the floor lying awkwardly atop the chains.

“Missy do as Helga say, or Midori hurt her bad!” The Asian driver said, flexing her body and preparing to throw Kathy again. Kathy looked at the petite girl, not quite believing how easily she had been felled by her, and said “OK! Enough now… tell me what you want me to do!”

Helga smiled down at her and said “Take your clothes off. We have something a little more interesting for you to wear.” Her eyes moved towards the leather clothes hanging from the rail above Kathy and, for the first time, she could see they had not been made for their sartorial elegance, but rather their ability to bind.

Kathy stood slowly, mindful of Midori hovering menacingly and began to take off her few clothes. Standing naked before her captors she said “OK. So now what?”

For answer, Helga removed what looked like a leather straight jacket from the hanger, a garment Helga recognised from her days before prison not because she had ever owned one, they were far too expensive for that, but because she had seen them in use on some of the videos she played her clients to get them excited. Instinctively Helga held her arms out in front of her as Helga approached with the garment.

Although the jacket fitted on her from the front, Kathy found she had to push her arms out to the sides and slightly behind her to get it on. Looking down as Helga pulled it on her, she saw that her breasts were now protruding through the front of the sheet of heavy leather which covered her front!

While Helga first zipped and then laced the garment down her back, Kathy's mind was racing, this was no cheap garment, she thought… what the hell are they up to. She was about to ask but thought better of it as she saw Midori staring intently at her and flexing her right leg as though about to let fly a kick to her groin. As Helga finished her lacing she picked up Kathy's right arm and pulled it through a loop of leather on the back of the garment before doing the same with Kathy's left arm, pulling it through the same loop, so both her arms were folded behind her. Kathy had long-since realised that the sleeves ended in closed folds of leather and that there were straps on the end of the sleeves.

With practised ease, Helga pulled Kathy's sleeves in front of her and began to fasten the belt part of her right arm to the buckle part of her left. Kathy knew instinctively she now had no chance of escape. She had spent too much time with her clients before her imprisonment to recognise bondage from which there was no escape. As Helga adjusted the straps and the lacing, Kathy remembered the creep who had kept her bound for a whole weekend. She hoped these people weren't going to be like that; when that creep had bound her he'd done it so tightly she'd needed to be hospitalised!

Helga now produced what looked like a pair of leather trousers for Kathy to step in. As she held them low, Kathy could see that these were no ordinary trousers… they had straps and buckles hanging off the legs and, peering down at them in the bright light, it appeared they had an open crotch! Kathy reeled. Remembering the rapes the creep had submitted her to – OK not through an open crotch per se, but through a split in the duct tape which surrounded her crotch, Kathy reacted and said “I'm not wearing those!”

It was as if Midori had been waiting for the first sign that Kathy was not going to comply. No sooner had the words left her mouth than Midori launched an attack on Kathy. First a foot landed in Kathy's exposed groin, then an arm struck the left side of her face. As Kathy recoiled the other arm struck the right side of her face and, unable to protect herself, Kathy was treated to a series of kicks which landed in her groin. As she doubled up Midori grabbed her by the neck and, in a swift turning motion, had Kathy locked around the neck saying “You put leggings on or I make you hurt!”

It was actually Helga who calmed Midori and said “It's OK. She'll put them on now, I think.”

Sure enough, Kathy let them pull the trousers up her legs, almost immediately noting that the trousers had far more to offer that she realised. Once the seat passed her knees, Kathy was aware that there was something “pricking” her thighs and then her ass. “Oh my God!” Kathy thought, She'd once seen on a video a girl wearing a bra and panties with spikes on the inside… but nothing like this!

Sure enough, the trousers were worked up until Kathy's ass was encased in an unforgiving girdle of spikes which worked at her ass, the outer lips of her cunt and the front of her pussy!

Only when the trousers were fully laced and buckled on did Helga pull the two straps from the bottom of Kathy's straightjacket between her legs, one strap running over each labial lip, and fastened these in place. “Now you get to sit down while we prepare your companion for the ride.” Helga said indicating the bench on which Kathy had sat a few minutes before.

Kathy went to the bench and sat awkwardly back in the same place she had started the journey. Helga and Midori laughed. “No, not there!” Helga said. “On the ridge you so astutely said wasn't designed to be comfortable!” Kathy couldn't believe she was serious. “Come on!” Kathy said. “I don't know what this is about, but I've played along with your game so far, but I'm not sitting on that thing!”

“It no game, Missy.” Midori said moving in front of Kathy. Midori's tiny hands reached down to Kathy's nipples and grabbed them firmly. Midori then began to squeeze the nipples in a vice-like grip, the strength of which belied the size of her hands. Twisting the nipples as she spoke, Midori said “No game. You sit on wood please!” and virtually lifted Kathy by her nipples and sat her back down on the wooden ridge.

Kathy immediately felt the ridge of wood slide between the slit in her trousers nestle deep inside the cleft between her legs, the narrow top pressing hard against her clitoris and anus. “It hurts!” She blurted out. “It meant to hurt!” Was Midori's reply.

They left Kathy sitting there while they collected the other girl from her cage. Kathy didn't realise it, but their decision to sit Kathy down was a deliberate one, so she could watch the other girl, Tina, being set in place and contemplate the same thing happening to her… it was all part of the Wardress' instructions to Helga, the instructions of a torturer who enjoyed inflicting mental torture as well as physical. “Let her watch you set up Tina before you put her hood on.” The Wardress has said. “And explain that the same thing is going to happen to her!”

Kathy watched as they pulled the girl out of the cage. She was dressed identically to Kathy, although in her case she had been bound into a ball with strap after strap and had a leather hood pulled over her head. “Tina doesn't get out much.” Helga explained. “And as this works best with two of you, we thought she'd like to come for the ride. It's not too long a journey if we take the main road, but the Wardress thought you'd prefer the scenic route – it's all narrow winding lanes and takes a lot longer.”

Kathy didn't understand, but absorbed the information nevertheless. She watched as Midori unbuckled Tina's bonds so she was able to stand just as Kathy had a few moments before, albeit in Tina's case hooded. Kathy studied the hood and saw that it completely encased Tina's head in heavy leather and appeared to have no eyeholes and no opening for the nose. In fact, the only opening was a shiny chrome tube which erupted from her mouth! Now that Tina was in the light, Kathy could also see that Tina had breasts equally as large as her own which looked swollen and blotchy. She studied them carefully and saw to her horror that they stood so swollen and proud because they had been tied at the base with thin leather cord which was part of her jacket. Glancing down, Kathy could see the same cords hanging loose on her jacket! As to the blotches on her breasts, Kathy realised these were variously aged bruises and marks! There were a dozen or so lines across the top of each breast which looked like fresh cane marks and other bruises and marks which looked older. Kathy felt very scared. She had been caned by a few clients and knew just how much it hurt on your ass, let alone breasts!

While Kathy was studying Tina's breasts, Midori came over and picked up the rolled up strap beside her. Kathy could see the strap was made from what looked like very heavy rubber and, to her horror, had four large metal dildos on it! Midori affixed one end of the strap to the bulkhead wall of the van and pulled it taught down the length of the van to a cleat attached to the centre upright of the doors. When she had fastened the cleat the rubber belt was taut and running the whole length of the van… with four upward-facing dildos on it; two close together toward the cab end and two close together toward the rear doors.

The purpose of the dildos was clear. Kathy and Tina were to stand astride these for the return journey, one in their ass and one in their cunt!

Sure enough, Helga got Tina to lift her right leg over the rubber strap and positioned her astride the belt with her cunt and ass poised just above the metal dildos!

Kathy was relieved to see that as long as Tina stayed upright she wouldn't impale herself, but then Kathy hadn't anticipated the evil world into which she was being drawn. Helga bent down and spat on the two dildo's before pulling the girl downwards by her shoulders. Midori now bent to help guide the metal dildos home and within a few moments a moaning Tina was impaled!

The pair now worked fast. A chain was attached from one of the bars on the ceiling to the top of Tina's hood before her legs were doubled up – thigh to calf – so all her weight was supported be the strap between her legs. As Midori and Helga fastened the straps on her calves around her thighs, so Tina was kept in an airborne kneeling position, Kathy marvelled at how strong the strap must be… it had hardly dipped at all as it took Tina's weight! The effect of the strap was to let Tina bob up and down somewhat as the pair worked on her thighs, and Kathy noticed how Tina was struggling for balance, her hips working back and forth to maintain her position. As she watched this, Kathy realised the devilishness of the device. Once they were moving Tina would be sway and bobbing with the motion and having to use her thighs to maintain her balance! It would be like riding a double dildo!

Satisfied with Tina's bondage, the two women next unfurled four cables which had lain unseen against the bulkhead wall. Two had plugs which fitted into the dildos from underneath the strap – Kathy didn't like the implication of wires leading into metal dildos at all – and two had heavy clamps on the end. Kathy guessed the sickening purpose of the clamps even before they were attached to Tina's pert nipples.

Their work almost done, Helga turned to Kathy, a smile on her face for the first time, and said “Your turn now!” Kathy had little option but to co-operate and soon found herself struggling to accept the two dildos! She stood facing Tina, her thighs trembling and heart quaking as the dildos worked their inevitable way home. She was immediately struck by how strange the sensation was as her thighs were doubled up and she felt the springiness of the rubber supporting her weight. The dildos inside her moved back and forth as she struggled for balance and she became aware that Tina's movements were working their way down the strap to her so that even if she stayed stock still the dildos still bobbed and weaved inside her! Seeing the expression on her face, Midori said “You like dildos? They make fuckee in your cunt and ass? You wait. Is long journey and they no stop. I think you come many times.”

As Midori was speaking, Kathy felt the two wires being inserted underneath, these coming from the other end of the van, and moments later the clamps being put on her nipples. Of course Kathy had worn nipple clamps before – she even found they turned her on – but these were quite different. These had been designed by someone hell-bent on inflicting pain and not pleasure. They clamped shut with a ferocity Kathy hadn't expected and their jagged little teeth bit home into the flesh around the base of her nipple. Kathy said “Oh God! They hurt! Take them off!!!” and got amused silence as a reply.

Of course they didn't take them off, why should they when they were designed to hurt? No, instead they fitted poor Kathy into her leather hood, a hood which matched Tina's in every respect. Kathy found herself being shrouded in an impenetrable black leather darkness as the hood came over her head. She had to open her mouth to accept the rubber plug which gagged her, and immediately struggled to breathe through her nose as the leather was pulled tightly into place. Kathy realised she had no option now but to breathe through the metal tube which ran through her gag.

Installed in tight dark leather, Kathy could do nothing now but wait for the journey to begin. Before the journey did, however, Midori and Helga fitted a chain similar to Tina's to the top of Kathy's hood and still had one last trick up their sleeves.

From the cage next to the one Tina had been installed in, Helga fetched a shiny steel tube. The tube was about 2ft long and had a rubber bag about the size of a deflated American football fixed to its middle.

The tube was designed to plug into the pipes erupting from each of the girls' hoods! In seconds the pipes was in place, Midori and Helga stepping back to watch with fascination as the bag began to slowly inflate and deflate. It would take Tina and Kathy a short while to work out what was happening, but the girls now had to start breathing together if they were to do anything other than draw in their own expelled breath.

It took perhaps a minute before the girls realised their predicament and the bag began to inflate to its fullest, allowing a small amount of air to be expelled before contracting again and letting in a modest amount of precious fresh air. Soon the girls were breathing slowly, deliberately and in unison. Midori and Helga knew that that deliberation would be hard to maintain once the van was moving and the dildos were working back and forth inside them; but then that was the girls' problem not theirs. If the girls chose to get all excited by the dildos, adopt an irregular breathing pattern and orgasm they'd have to deal with the consequences!

Shutting and locking the door of the van, Helga and Midori returned to the cab and started the journey. Midori, in the driver's seat, said to Helga, “I turn on power now, I think?”

Helga agreed, and Midori flicked a switch on the driver's console. For the girls in the back there was no perceptible change. They were still suspended by the strap between their legs and had dildos moving back and forth, side to side, inside them. It wasn't until the van braked that they were aware of anything new. As the rear brake lights came on, so too did a surge of current from van's electrical system. This shot through the cables and into their bodies via the two metal dildos inside them! Both girls screamed into their gags and lost their breathing rhythm.

Midori, knowing full well what was happening, took her foot off the brake only to stab it a few times in quick succession. Each time a jolt of current coursed through the girls' pelvic regions and they screamed in pain. As Midori switched on the indicators the same thing happened, short pulses of power coursing through the girls with each flash of the indicator.

It was going to be a long journey for Kathy and Tina. A long painful journey back to the Group XS dungeons.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 13

Date Wednesday 20 th October 11.15

Lynne still couldn't go to sleep, even though she longed to so much.

Even though Mistress XS had left her long ago, she was now fighting to stay awake. The reason was very simple. Mistress XS had left her standing in the simplest bondage imaginable; but in a predicament which would have the most dire of consequences were she to fall asleep!

Lynne was standing just a couple of feet away from the inviting four-poster bed. She was naked, save for the accursed “Punishment Panties”, and had her wrists locked in front of her with cuffs. In essence, that was virtually the extent of her bondage; virtually, that is, apart from the three wires which came down from the ceiling.

Each of the wires ended with a large fishhook, two of which had been drawn through her breasts behind the nipple and one through her tongue! Lynne's choice was very simple; stay awake and standing or risk ripping her nipples and tongue by falling!

Of course, she could have used her relatively unfettered hands to free herself. Unfortunately Mistress XS was well aware of this when she set Lynne into this position. From Lynne's wrists cuffs a chain trailed down to the floor which had a heavy metal ball attached to it. The ball dragged her wrists downward and, as Lynne discovered when she tried to reach up to her breasts, was anchored to the floor with a chain just too short to enable her to reach her breasts. She could, however, get the weight of the ball to rest on the ground if she bent forward a little; unfortunately to do this meant she had to stretch her breasts and tongue upwards against the unyielding wire and hooks.

Lynne had nowhere to go. Fortunately she had been fed and watered by Mistress XS before she left. Lynne, having not had anything to eat or drink (unless you consider the two copious quantities of Mistress XS's urine she had swallowed whilst in the hood between her legs a drink!) for 24 hours was ravenous. She'd had to watch Mistress XS enjoy breakfast in bed served to her by a rubber-clad maid, while Lynne, finally freed from the rubber hood and panty combination, had watched on.

When she was released, Mistress XS had fed Lynne the remnants of her breakfast in a steel dog dish. Not only that, but Mistress XS had squatted over the dish before placing it front of Lynne and not only pissed over the unwanted food but also done a shit in it! “There!” She'd said to Lynne. “A perfect meal for a slutty slave like you!” As she'd mixed everything together with a spoon. Of course Lynne hadn't wanted to eat it, but the threat of more torture with the laser pen was enough to find Lynne on her hands and knees eating the disgusting mess like a dog. After she'd licked the bowl clean, Mistress XS had invited her to take a drink… from the toilet bowl!

Now she stood there, daring not to move and daring not to fall asleep, the bed just in front of her torturing her tantalisingly. There was nothing to keep her occupied, all she could do was stare at the horrors of the room around her.

Lynne wasn't alone. There were two other girls in the room with her. The maid, who had brought breakfast was now on her hands and knees cleaning the massive room with a brush the size of a toothbrush, painstakingly scrubbing and rinsing the floor. Lynne didn't realise it, but she still had the polishing, the ironing and the dusting to do before she was finished and knew that if Mistress XS found one single speck of dust she would be tortured as punishment. Lynne had tried to attract the girl's attention, but the girl had refused to make any contact – she, unlike Lynne, was aware that the room had security cameras and microphones which would pick up any “fraternisation” between slaves.

In addition to the cleaning maid, there was the girl from last night who stood similarly attired and bound as Lynne, only on the opposite side of the bed.

To keep herself occupied Lynne thought of Catherine and prayed that she would realise something was wrong when she didn't phone.

Catherine was, indeed, thinking of Lynne; she was thinking of her lazing on a sun bed and not having bothered to turn her phone on, let alone pick it up to speak to Catherine.

Date Wednesday 20 th October 15.35

The black van ground to a halt in the enclosed yard of the Group's compound. Tina and Kathy had arrived. Shattered after their journey, their bodies having betrayed them by making them come time and again to the swaying rhythm of the van and the dildos on which they were impaled. Exhausted by their fight for breath and, in Kathy's case, ill-prepared for the torment which was about to follow.

The two girls were destined to spend the next few days as guests of the “Prison Section”. This was no ordinary prison. It was a prison in which the cells were so small they afforded little or no movement for their occupants; a place where the guards regularly tortured the prisoners, not to extract a confession, but rather for the fun of it; a place where the tyrannical person in charge, one Marissa Schwarz, set the draconian rules and regulations she so desired to instil in the real penitentiary from which Kathy had just come.

During the journey, Kathy had gone some to realising that she had, effectively, been kidnapped as she left the penitentiary. She also had realised that she would appear not on a missing persons list, but rather on a list of parole dodgers who had probably moved on to another state.

Kathy, like Simone Simons who would be following her when her sentence was complete, was the perfect victim for Group XS; someone no one would miss when she disappeared.

Date Wednesday 20 th October 19.35

Mistress XS was impatiently watching the video screens which had been set up in the Drawing Room of the magnificent house attached to their compound. She had with her several key members of Group XS, not the least of which were the Group's two doctors: Saavik and Zorhof.

They were all sitting comfortably, a rubber-clad maid, her hands and feet in chains, bringing them drinks and serving their needs.

“Come on Catherine!” Mistress XS was saying. “Go and check your email!”

As if on cue, a disconsolate Catherine sat down at her computer and flicked it on. There was a groan of frustration from her unseen audience when she stood up again, only to be followed by a cheer as she fetched her glass of wine before settling back down.

As Catherine opened her email, six unseen pairs of eyes watched and gloated.

Totally unaware that she was being watched, Catherine first looked at her ‘In Box' in the vain hope that there was a message from Lynne. Of course there wasn't, there was just the usual junk mail plus one message from TaniaSarducci@GXS.com . Catherine recognised the name of course; Tania had been at the centre of her biggest case when she had identified Zorhof and Saavik. two of the ring-leaders in an horrific slavery and torture ring which she had helped to smash.

At the time the whole case and the trial had been a crowning moment in Catherine's burgeoning career.

The group called themselves XS and it had been she who had first drawn the authority's attention to the group and, remarkably it had been she who had stumbled across the farm from which they operated. It had also been Catherine who had collected the evidence against Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof.

Although successful in sending Saavik and Dr Zorhof to prison for 20 years and assuring Tania a future on the witness protection programme, the case had been unsatisfactory in that some of the group's key members had never been identified. Particularly Catherine had rued the fact that the Group's ringleader, a woman calling herself Mistress XS, had remained at large. Tania had identified Mistress XS as a fellow Russian who stopped at nothing in her quest to inflict pain on her captives.

Catherine shuddered at the memories Tania's name on the email invoked but was pleased that Tania had made contact – in the absence of Lynne Catherine remembered Tania with pleasure and felt a small shudder of sexual excitement at seeing the girl's name again.

The message simply said,

“Catherine, I thought you'd like an update on my new circumstances! Click on this link and you'll be surprised at what changes there have been in my life!”

Catherine clicked on the link and her browser sprang to life and started loading a video stream.

After a few moments the screen came to life to show a picture of Tania standing in a majestic living room looking spectacular in a form-fitting black evening dress which came high on her curvaceous chest and touched the floor. She was standing holding a glass of champagne with something of a false smile and, Catherine thought, looking a little nervous and uncomfortable with her eyes rather red as if she had been crying.

Tania looked to the side of the camera as if for a signal and said “Cheers Catherine!” before taking a large drink from the glass of champagne with something of a grimace and saying “I hope you like my new home and champagne lifestyle! As you can see I've moved out of the witness protection programme and have made lots of new friends and met a few old ones.”

Tania put the glass down on a table beside her and continued, “Would you believe my friends make sure I wine and dine on the finest champagne and caviar most of the time!”

As she said this she picked up a canapé from a dish beside her, a blini Catherine thought, piled high with caviar of some sort, and ate it whole feigning absolute rapture as she did so. Again she took another large swig from the champagne before continuing.

“Let me take you on a little tour of the house and you'll see just how much fun I'm having!” The camera panned round part of the living room as Tania led the way out into a huge vaulted hallway - Catherine was impressed with Tania's new home and wondered what she had done to get herself somewhere so special… she just wished that Tania looked more happy to be there.

From the hallway Tania led the camera down a flight of stairs into the basement. Catherine thought it a bit odd to start in the basement, but continued to watch with interest as Tania opened a heavy wooden door at the foot of the stairs.

Catherine's heart missed a beat as Tania swung the door open and the sound of screaming could be heard from within!

The screaming was coming from a girl in her teens who was bent double over a wooden frame and was being fucked from behind by a tall blonde woman dressed in a black rubber cat suit and wearing a strap-on! The woman was tall and svelte and as she turned to the camera Catherine stifled a gasp; it was a woman she recognised .

“Hello there Catherine.” She said, her voice betraying the slightest East European accent.

Catherine felt sick to the core. She had sat through hours of video featuring this woman when she had been working on the Saavik and Dr Zorhof case, hours during which she had been physically sickened by the depraved sadism of this woman.

Her face was partially obscured by a leather mask which covered her face from the top of her forehead down to her top lip and bore the inscription “XS” in the centre. Her blonde hair was caught back in a familiar ponytail and she was smiling sweetly at the camera, although it had to be said her smile did not reach as far as her cold grey eyes.

This was the woman known to Catherine only as “Mistress XS” who had been the ringleader of the evil group.

This was the woman who had left Tania so dreadfully scarred when their paths had crossed back in Russia and who had been a cohort of Saavik and Dr Zorhof when they had been torturing their victims inside the Soviet State prisons.

The girl Mistress XS was fucking continued to scream as Mistress XS slowly worked her hips back and forth and she suddenly grabbed the girl's hair with her left hand and struck her face with her right hand “Shut the fuck up!” She yelled. “Can't you see I'm trying to talk to an old friend here?”

The girl continued to scream and moaned “Oh God! You're killing me!” Mistress XS was not happy that she hadn't stopped talking and ripped the strap-on out of the girl, eliciting a new level of animalistic scream, and picked up a heavy wooden cane with which she began to beat the helpless girl. Almost in a frenzy she shouted “If you think I'm hurting you now you just wait you dumb fucking cunt!”

As she raised the cane time and again Catherine watched in sick horror at the enormous strap-on jerking manically. She had seen something like this before, when they had taken the equipment away from the farmhouse where Group XS had held their captives before. It had been called “The Punisher” and was shaped like five balls fixed end-to-end with each ball covered in short, prickly, horsehair.

The girls they had rescued back then had described in graphic detail the pain this huge device caused them, especially as Mistress XS liked to lubricate it with chilli oil!

Mistress XS' assault on the girl stopped as suddenly as it had started and she turned to the camera and Catherine. “Do you like my new Punisher?” She said, sounding like she was talking about nothing more than a new pair of shoes. “I had to get a new one because you had the last one taken away! But it did give me a chance to make this one bigger and with some nice bits of wire in it which can really fuck up a cunt! I'm told it's a bit like having being fucked by a grappling hook! Oh yes! And on the end here…” She pointed to the tip of the horrible thing, “… I've had little spikes added which drive into the cervix when I push it all the way home! You know how much I like spikes on things, don't you?”

Catherine involuntarily crossed her legs as her mind grappled with the concept of having something as painful as the Punisher inside her. She remembered she and Lynne having held the old Punisher, the one which had been part of the evidence against Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof and the strange sickening feeling she had felt back then ran through her now. Catherine would never admit it to anyone else, but she had brought some of Group XS' implements of torture home – only the milder ones of course - and she and Lynne played games with them. Although the Punisher had come home briefly, Catherine and Lynne had only held it and stared at it, unable to comprehend why someone would use such a thing.

Catherine's reverie about herself, Lynne and the Punisher was broken as Mistress XS continued.

“I have to thank you Catherine, because had it not been for you Tania and I would never have been reunited!” She stepped forward and the camera showed Tania now kneeling in the foreground, her pretence at being mistress of the palatial home gone; she was now kneeling on all fours in front of Mistress XS.

Mistress XS' fingers clenched tightly into Tania's hair “Of course she told the authorities all about the fun we had together back in Mother Russia and helped you identify my friends Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof before running off to hide in your witness protection programme.”

Mistress XS stepped back from Tania and continued. “Now that we've had a little chat, Tania realises the error of her ways, don't you dear?”

Tania said “Yes Mistress XS!”

“Then perhaps you'd kindly stand up and remove your dress and show Catherine what we said in our little chat?” Mistress XS said. Catherine steeled herself as a Tania, now weeping openly, stood awkwardly and reached behind her to unzip the back of her evening dress. Gingerly she pulled the straps over her shoulders and let the dress fall to the ground.

If the sight of Mistress XS and the memories of the sadistic excesses of the woman had helped Catherine steel herself they counted for nought when she saw Tania's body. Tania had been left horribly scarred before by this woman, but now… now her body was a mass of interwoven welts, scars and cuts from the beatings she had endured. From her head to her toes there was scarcely an inch of her flesh which had not been marked in some way.

Catherine let out an involuntary cry which echoed around the solitude of her apartment. She tried to look away from the screen but found herself drawn to the horrific image in front of her.

Mistress XS continued as if there were nothing out of the ordinary. “As you can see we've had a good long chat and Tania now understands the error of her ways…” Catherine's eyes were drawn to obscene words which had been etched across Tania's body – she could see “cunt”, “slut”, “whore” and “bitch” on her stomach and, as the camera moved in the words “torture me” and “punish me” etched on her breasts.

“It took a little time to get the message across to Tania, of course, and in the end I had to leave her a few notes with the soldering iron and my knife…” Mistress XS turned Tania around as she spoke to reveal her back. “… but I think she has finally got the message!”

Across the top of Tania's back the word “traitor” had been carved and the cut crudely stitched, Mistress XS smiled at the camera again. “Don't worry Catherine, we made sure the wound wouldn't go sceptic by cleaning it with iodine and chilli extract!”

“Now Tania wants to read out her confession and her sentence, don't you dear?”

Mistress XS deftly turned Tania back towards the camera and passed the weeping girl a piece of paper. Mistress XS encouraged her to read it.

Tania began to speak. “Catherine! They….”

The picture suddenly went blank before restarting again.

“I'm sorry about that Catherine.” Mistress XS said. “But Tania decided not to read from the script for some reason so I'll have to read it for her.” The camera panned out as Mistress XS held the piece of paper up, and showed Tania hanging by her breasts beside Mistress XS!

Her bulging breasts were tied tightly with a coarse hemp rope and had changed from their normal soft pink to a violent purple colour. Tania now had the lower part of her face covered with a leather gag and Catherine could only guess what horror lay beneath – if the gagging noises Tania was making were anything to go by Mistress XS had stuffed her mouth to the full!

Her legs had been folded double and lashed tightly with more of the hemp rope and her elbows had been folded round a pole behind her back while here wrists had been tied in front of her.

This, believe it or not, was by no means the worst part of her predicament. Mistress XS had drawn her knees wide apart, strapped at either end of a long pole, and her gaping cunt had a massive weight dangling from it; additionally her nipples had what looked like fish hooks drawn through them with a thin chain connecting each hook. The chain was taut as it ran up to another hook which had been drawn through the centre of her nose!

Catherine could see a drop of blood on the underside of Tania's nose and that she now wore a collar which came up high under her chin. The part of the collar under her chin glistened in the light with the plethora of vicious spikes which adorned it!

Tania had a simple choice; pull her own nipples skywards by her nose or impale her chin on the spikes!

“Of course,” Mistress XS continued, “I'll see that she is punished properly later, but for now I thought you'd enjoy seeing her as I read her confession. Now let me see…” She cleared her throat like she were a child about to read an important message out loud.

“I, Tania Sarducci, hereby confess that I have committed the gravest of crimes against Group XS by helping Miss Catherine Grace identify members of the Group and have them prosecuted. I now realise that my act constituted a heinous crime and am willing to pay for my crime by giving the members of Group XS my whole body. In so doing I request that they exact whatever punishment they wish from me, but specifically request the following:-

That I be kept confined in the most extreme ways for the rest of my days
That the members of Group XS torture me regularly for prolonged periods
That when not being used by members of Group XS they leave me bound, gagged and in as much pain as possible
That, if I am fortunate enough to be serving Group XS, I am given only the most distasteful and unpleasant of tasks

Signed etc, etc.”

“As you can see, Catherine, she's written all of that in her own fair hand and, as I am sure you will know, we are doing our utmost to see that her requests are complied with!”

Mistress XS held her hand up to her mouth in a show of mock surprise. “Oh! Before I read that had I told you? Group XS is alive and well, despite your best efforts, and we have many new guests staying with us! Of course, we had to build a new guest suite after you had the old one confiscated, but then that just gave us a chance to review our guest facilities and make this one a little less comfortable than the last!”

Catherine shuddered inside at the thought of Group XS still being active and her mind's eye turned towards the terrible sights she had seen at their old complex. There they had kept girls in grotesque bondage cramped inside tiny cells ready for whatever obscene torture members of the Group wanted to mete out on their victims. It was difficult to conceive how they could have constructed anything more evil.

Mistress XS continued, “Did you like our little intro to the film? I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did planning it! You've probably guessed by now that Tania doesn't get to drink champagne and eat caviar all the time… but then she wasn't in the film either!” Mistress XS laughed. “Isn't that right Tania?” she said to the figure hanging beside her.

“Let me show you, Catherine…” Mistress XS said moving off to one side and starting to sit down – as she did so her hand snaked between her legs and she removed The Punisher and undid a zip running between her legs. Catherine knew with sick certainty what was about to come. She had seen it before on the videos which had been seized and had heard first hand accounts from the girls they had rescued of how this horrible woman would force the girls to act as her toilet; how she delighted in gagging them with pieces of cloth – preferably dirty panties – soaked and smeared in foul waste; how she would serve them with foul food, often cheap dog food straight from the tin, and delight in pissing and shitting in it before they were forced to eat it!

Sure enough, Mistress XS had sat on a toilet beneath which there was no pan, just a glass bowl to collect her waste! Catherine watched in sick fascination as she relieved herself of a stream of dark piss and emptied her bowels of a large turd. Mistress XS kept up a commentary as she did so. “I know this is kind of intimate, to be watching me on the toilet, but then I see us as close friends, don't you Catherine? Friends who can share anything. I know we haven't met face to face yet, but I'm sure you are looking forward to that moment just as much as I am!”

Mistress XS stood up and Catherine was not in the least surprised to see her slip on a pair of plastic gloves and pick up a pair of panties from the floor beside the toilet. “One of the girls wore these for a few days and they smell,” She lifted the panties to her nose and winced, “… absolutely gross! But then all I want them for is to wipe my ass!” She did just that with the panties before dropping them into the bowl beneath her.

“Now, let me see if you can guess where we get the delicious “champagne” and “caviar” from to keep Tania so well fed?” She paused as if waiting for Catherine to guess. “That's right!” She said as the camera zoomed in on the contents of the bowl, complete with a pair of black satin panties half submerged in it. Mistress XS' hand appeared in the bowl and she mashed the panties in the waste before gingerly lifting them out. “Now I wonder where I can hang these to dry?” She said to herself. “Oh, I know!” She purred, stepping towards Tania. “Look - they fit just perfectly over her head!” She said, placing them over Tania's head so her face disappeared beneath the full-cut seat of the drenched and revolting panties.

“And later on, we'll dunk them in the bowl again…” Mistress XS continued, “… and Tania can then clean them for me properly… with her mouth! I would do that now, but then she's already got two pairs in there already!”

Catherine could not look any longer; she felt sick to the core and paused the video stream. Although still horrified at what she had seen, what Mistress XS and presumably other members of Group XS had done to Tania and the prospect of what they were doing to other girls, she felt better for not watching more of the sick scenes in front of her.

Catherine also had two questions swimming round in her mind. Why had they sent her the message and what could she do about the Group this time? Obviously they had sent the message to intimidate her and probably to smirk at what they were doing with Tania, but the question still remained that in achieving this they had only exposed themselves to another chance of being prosecuted.

Catherine sat thinking what she should do next.

Date Wednesday 20 th October 20.28

Mistress XS watched Catherine carefully on the screen. She felt like she had just embarked upon a new and wonderful opening gambit in a game of chess and was sizing up her opponent to see how she would react.

“Aww! She turned it off; just as it was getting to the best part!” She said to Dr Saavik sitting beside her. “Is she going to turn it back on?”

“I think she will if you wait a while.” Saavik said. “The most likely reaction is that she'll relive the past for a while and then not be able to resist watching some more.”

Sitting alone in her apartment that was just how Catherine was reacting; she was just remembering back to how it all started.

An assault case in which she had interviewed the victim, Tania, an illegal immigrant who had been robbed at knifepoint one day, when returning home from a bar. Sadly, there was nothing unusual in her case, although it had been complicated by her lack of citizenship and the authorities desire to have her deported back to her native Russia .

It was while she was reviewing the evidence that the case against Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof first began.

The hospital report on the knife wound she had received in the struggle made mention of “ considerable scarring to the chest, back and body; consistent with a prolonged assault, even torture. The marks are historic and the victim was not prepared to give any indication as to their source or origin .”

Bearing in mind the attempts to deport Tania, Catherine had pursued this piece of information with vigour and, eventually, Tania had explained how the marks came about. Catherine was horrified as the story unfolded.

Tania, it seemed, had been held by the State Police in her native Russia where she had been “interviewed” by a man known only as Saavik. Saavik had extracted a confession from her with ease. He had inserted probes into her anus, vagina and even urethra, and attached metal clips to her nipples, breasts, lips and tongue. He had then sent jolt after jolt of current through her body, to such an extent that she had been sick with the pain, lost control of her bowels and bladder and eventually passed out. Under threat of more of the same Tania had confessed to a false charge and been sentenced to two years in prison. It was while she was in prison, the same place it turned out as the confession had been extracted, that the scars were inflicted.

Dr Saavik would regularly take girls from the prison, Tania included, to enjoy his “Private Parties”. Sometimes it was one girl, more often it was two or three, whatever, the experience for the girls would be the same. Dr Saavik selected the girls for the Private Parties and collected them himself. He would appear at the chosen girl's cell pushing a wooden crate on a trolley and announce with glee that she was "Coming to a party!"

Of course all the girls knew what this meant; even those who had never been to one had heard the tales of "Saavik and his parties!"

In Tania's case, the first time she had been taken out for a party, Saavik had opened the packing crate and said "Look! I've brought you some party clothes!" The party clothes turned out to be the start of Tania's nightmare.

Saavik had forced her to strip and put the clothing on. She had ended up wearing a strange set of lingerie made from thin rubber. Strange because she had never worn rubber before, also strange because it fitted so tightly, but most particularly strange because the girdle-style panties had a heavy rubber ring over her cunt and asshole leaving both exposed. To go with the girdle there were stockings and suspenders, also of rubber, and a matching bra. The bra was strange too, because it not only enveloped her breasts completely, crushing them together in the middle, but it too had a matching set of rings where her cleavage was, both top and bottom.

Next Saavik had produced her "Party Dress!" Far from being a dress, this was a heavy leather suit. Heavy black leather covered with lacing, straps and "D" rings, designed for one purpose only - bondage. Locked in a cell with the architect of her torture, Tania had no choice but to climb into the suit. As she did so she realised that the sleeves ended in gloves of a kind; gloves which forced her hands into immovable fingers and created the impression of her hands being permanently loosely clenched.

The legs ended in some kind of shoe which forced her to point her toes so that walking would be virtually impossible. But then Saavik had little interest in her walking.

Tania also realised that the suit had a large cutaway both where her breasts were and her ass was which meant that both rubber-clad portions of her body protruded through the leather creating the effect, in the case of her ass and between her legs, that she was wearing chaps.

Once Saavik was happy with the fit of the suit, it was time for Tania to have the hood put on her head, another leather creation which had openings for her mouth and eyes at least. There was a collar to go with it, however, which forced her head right up and prevented her looking down.

With Tania safely installed in the suit, Saavik was ready to add the gag and to add the bonds which would hold Tania securely.

Tania was gagged with what they call an open mouth gag, a huge ring with a plug in the centre going into her mouth, the plug locked firmly in place. Her bondage was predictably severe. Saavik emptied from the box a mass of leather straps and a strange metal bar which had a big ring in the middle and smaller ones at either end...

All Saavik now did was to stand Tania up, bend her right over so her knees touched her chest and wind three of the leather straps around her legs and torso so she was forced to remain in that position; ass sticking out and looking straight ahead of herself.

Next he placed the metal bar on her with the large ring around her neck. The smaller rings were meant for her wrists and it took no time for Tania to be fixed like a statue, her wrists spread either side of her head, her ass protruding and her legs, teetering on the ridiculous pointed shoes, her only method of staying upright.

It didn't take Saavik long to push her to the ground where she floundered like a beached dolphin. His final acts were to secure her ankles using a set of cuffs with a chain about 4" long between them, and to pull several dildos out of the packing case. The dildos, it transpired, had bayonet fittings which matched the holes at her mouth, ass, pussy and breasts; effectively they provided a "quick release" plug which kept her holes stoppered but, as she was to find out later, readily available.

The final item to come out of the packing case was a large rubber sack; not unlike a mail sack. Tania was destined to go into the sack which was then secured with a length of chain which pulled the neck of the sack together. Saavik then placed the sack containing Tania in the packing case for her journey! Just before he sealed the lid on the packing crate, Saavik spoke to Tania. "In case you haven't worked it out,” he began, "you are going to be one of the entertainments this weekend. You'll stay like that for the next day or so and provide me and my guests with a certain amount of relief, shall we say?" He laughed. "Bound like that you'll be able to waddle around the guests offering every hole for them to fuck - your ass, your cunt, your mouth, your tits... even both hands. Why, if you present yourself right you should be able to service 4 or even 5 at the same time! And when they get bored, they've still got your ass and tits to whip!"

With that he shut the lid on an hysterical Tania.

Having collected the first of his prey for his party, Saavik was in no hurry to return to his basement for his fun; the party wasn't due to start until that evening and he had the other girls to select. Tania was not to see them until later; instead she was to spend the day bound and gagged inside the box which Saavik moved many hours later.

When Tania eventually made it to Saavik's house, or wherever the party was held, she was stunned by the room into which she found herself being emptied from the box. She found herself confronted by Saavik in a stunning dungeon. There were no windows, stone walls and floor, small cages, instruments of torture all around, chains and ropes hanging from the walls and ceiling and the excited babble of a group of people.

Before she could take in more of the room there was an animalistic cry from her left and Tania spun round, as best she could, to see what had caused it.

What Tania saw made her go weak at the knees.

There was a beautiful statuesque woman standing there, holding a long thin buggy whip in one hand, dressed from head to toe in a black rubber catsuit and beside her was a girl, presumably one of Tania's prison mates... it was from the young girl that the scream had emanated. The excited babble came from the small group of spectators sitting watching the action.

The girl was hanging naked and upside-down from chains dangling from the roof, held there by her wide-spread legs, her arms imprisoned behind her in a single glove which made her elbows touch, and her back viciously arched by a rope which ran from her hair back up to the roof timbers. On each breast was a clamp from which dangled a chain which ran down to ringbolts in the floor.

"Let me introduce Mistress XS." Said Dr Saavik. "She's going to be punishing you and the other girls during our little soiree - she's well versed in all forms of severe punishment and, as a woman, seems to have much more interesting methods of punishing girls than I do."

Tania felt the cold grey eyes of Mistress XS fix onto her, eyes which were peering at her without pity through a leather mask with the initials “XS” in the centre. She saw hungry eyes, hungry with lust and hungry for pain...

Mistress XS didn't say anything; she stood with one hand on her hip and surveyed Tania without comment. Tania had to admire the firm figure beautifully encased in the gleaming black rubber and the blonde hair, held in a ponytail behind her back, which gave an unmistakable air of cruelty to her. Mistress XS fixed her steel cold eyes on Tania and she felt a jolt of fear run through her.

Mistress XS stepped over to Tania and said "Oh look! Dr Saavik has let...” she looked quizzically at Saavik.

"Tania." He said.

"Tania,” Mistress XS continued, "our fuck toy for this evening, out! I can't tell you much about Tania except she's kindly volunteered all her holes for our use this evening... so please don't disappoint her! She's kindly put this suit on so we can all play with her ahead of tomorrow when she will be entertaining us in different ways!"

There was a general chorus of approval as Mistress XS deftly reached a rope which hung from the ceiling nearby and clipped the end of it to the collar around Tania's neck, wound a ratchet on a pillar, and let the rope begin to tug her neck upwards.

Mistress XS smiled and came close to Tania, her hand gently stroking Tania's face she whispered - "Don't worry darling Tania... I won't punish you severely tomorrow..." There was a long pause. "I will punish you very severely! By the time I'm through with you, you're going to wish you had never been born and you'll piss yourself at the sight of me entering the room!

And do you know what?" She stepped back a little and laughed. "I get the most pleasure from hurting you when you don't want me to be doing whatever it is! So you can rest assured I'm going to be finding ways to hurt you you never dreamed of over the next couple of days, and the more you scream the wetter my pussy is going to get!"

She began to speak more loudly. "Now I need to get back to this piece of trash here... watch carefully cunt, this is what we call a mild punishment."

She turned back to the hanging girl. Tania's appreciative audience and Dr Saavik all seemed to lose interest in Tania.

"Now then - your new friend here seems to have made me lose count... I guess we'll just have to go back to the beginning."

The girl let out a plaintive wail. "Please noooooo!!! It was 18 Mistress."

"18 really?" Mistress XS said conversationally. "Well I'll tell you what we're going to do. We're going back to the beginning anyway and we're going to give you 10 extra for speaking out of turn, plus an extra 10 for questioning my decision... plus the 18 you claim to have had already. That makes 88 strokes I think, doesn't it you snivelling piece of shit?"

It was heartrending to watch what followed. 88 times the buggy whip landed between her splayed legs and 88 times the girl wailed and bucked like a banshee. Each time she bucked she managed to pull on her nipple clamps and on three occasions even managed to pull one right off. When she pulled one off Mistress XS simply put it straight back on and delivered five quick blows to the underside of her breasts to remind her to behave properly.

Tania had to look away as the torture continued, and what she saw made her feel even more petrified than she was already. Everywhere she looked there were instruments of torture.

When, at last, Mistress XS had finished with the sobbing and hysterical girl she let her down onto the ground and, still leaving her arms in the binder, made her kiss her feet.

Now I think you should also say "Thank you" properly slut to your new friend – that Tania cunt there - for making you take the extra stokes and kiss her too, don't you?"

The girl said nothing, but began to crawl as best she could in Tania's direction.

Tania had continued her tale and told Catherine how she had been raped, beaten, raped again and tortured for the fun of the guests at Dr Saavik's party. She had told how, at the end of the weekend, she had been returned to the prison for it all to happen again just a couple of months later.

On her next visit Tania had been unfortunate enough to find herself on her own with Dr Saavik, Mistress XS and a woman doctor, Dr Zorhof. If her last visit had been bad, it was as nothing compared to this.

Between them they had, literally, made her scream herself hoarse. She had been tied to a wooden frame and whipped from every angle. This whipping had been brutal and caused many of Tania's scars when they had used a whip made with bits of braided wire.

Dr Zorhof had injected her breasts, clitoris, vagina lips and other parts of her body with a toxin which made her feel like she was on fire – the toxin had worn off after 5 hours only for Dr Zorhof to administer an even larger dose!

Date Wednesday 20 th October 21.13

Mistress XS had become bored with watching Catherine contemplate her navel and was having some fun with the maid when Dr Saavik called her back to the screens.

Still sitting in her apartment, Catherine had realised that she had little alternative but to watch the rest of the video stream.

Sitting in the by now near dark room she had realised that if she were to do anything she would need to see the rest of the video and try to look for clues, not only as to the whereabouts of the new Group XS torture chamber but also for clues as to the identities of anyone on the video.

After that, Catherine resolved, she would go straight to the Police with her evidence and try to smash the Group once and for all.

Still feeling sick from what she had already witnessed, Catherine fixed herself a glass of wine and returned to the computer screen which still held an image of Tania hanging by her breasts with the revolting panties over her head.

For the hundredth time that evening Catherine wished Lynne were with her, not to ogle at the video, but rather as someone to share her pain at having to watch it. She moved the mouse and clicked on the play button to make the video continue.

The picture moved directly onto Mistress XS who was saying “… but come Catherine. I'm sure you are just dying to look round and meet some of our guests… I think you'll find we have a few surprises in store for you!”

“You know,” Mistress XS said, almost conversationally, as she led the camera forward. “You caused us no end of trouble with your investigations and trial… but in a way you have made our little group so much stronger and better equipped than before. You'll see what you have achieved for us as we go round… it's amazing what can be achieved with some real funding, and you don't know it, but we have received literally millions for this project!”

Passing out through the door Mistress XS announced that they were now in the "Bondage Room" which looked very similar to one of the rooms the Group had had at the farmhouse those years before.

There were still all manner of devices there, the strange cage, the wooden box, the leather suit hanging from the ceiling, the chair, all things Catherine had remembered from walking through the then deserted Group's headquarters. Despite the similarities to the old room, there was now one striking difference… they were now all occupied!

“We know how much our old Bondage Room fascinated you Catherine, Dr Saavik, our psychologist, has had plenty of time to study your notes while he has been in prison. He has told me that you may not have realised it Catherine, but you wrote not just of what you saw, but you let your imagination run away with you as to what it was like bound in here. We even know that you took some of the items from here for yourself!”

Catherine gasped involuntarily. How could they know that?

“You know…” Mistress XS continued, “… the things you keep in the case under your bed and play with sometimes with Lynne? We even know just how claustrophobic you found it wearing the leather hood you stole; but you also found it exciting, didn't you? It made your pussy wet and your heart race. Well can you imagine what it will be like to be bound in this?”

Mistress XS was standing beside the leather suit which, to judge by its shape, held am amply breasted girl mummified from head to toe! The suit had no arms, no legs, no openings for eyes or mouth; just an opening at the nose through which Catherine could hear the unfortunate girl's breath whistling. The outside of the leather suit was glistening black leather, smooth apart from the belts which encircled it every 3 or 4”. Mistress XS let her hand slide up and down the mummified leather form.

“I know you'd just love to be bound like this! Can you imagine not being able to move a muscle? Not being able to see or hear anything? Totally controlled in tight, hot, all-encasing leather? And, do you know, underneath all this her arms and legs are fitted into separate sleeves, her hands are laced into mittens, she's got inflated plugs in her cunt and ass and, of course, a jaw-breaking gag in her mouth. All this lacing,” Mistress XS pointed to the leather laces which ran up both sides of the outfit, was wet when it went on… as it's dried the suit has got tighter, and tighter and tighter!”

Catherine couldn't imagine what it would be like. As she tried to picture the girl's plight memories of wearing the leather hood came back to her and she was horrified to feel a stirring in her pussy… she was getting wet!

“You began to panic after 10 minutes in the hood! Can you imagine how it feels in here after 10 hours? A day? Even a week?”

Catherine caught her breath – not just at the thought of spending hours in such a predicament (surely it was a joke to say a week? Or was it?) but at the fact Mistress XS seemed to know so much… she had panicked the first time she tried the hood after 10 minutes and Lynne had had to take it off her!

“This poor girl, let's see, what her name is,” Mistress XS looked at a tag hanging from the girl's collar “… Michelle Dubois.”

Catherine stiffened. It couldn't be. Michelle Dubois was a young hooker she had successfully prosecuted a few weeks before. A pretty, vivacious teenager to whom the Judge had given a fairly soft sentence. Something like 3 weeks custodial as far as she remembered.

Mistress XS said “Yes, the very same! Thank you for prosecuting her… she has entertained us all admirably. Why only the other day she volunteered… or was it “was volunteered”… to test new whips and canes in front of all the members of XS. She then went on to beg to be raped by us all while hanging from the Parrot's Perch!”

Mistress XS continued without pause. “Well sweet Michelle here has been using the R&R facilities afforded by this suit for 18, no, wait!” She glanced at a clock on the wall “21 hours! Just imagine how hot, uncomfortable and sticky this becomes after that time!”

Turning her back on Michelle, Mistress XS went over to the cage. The cage with the inward facing spikes designed so that the occupant could only fit comfortably if she had her ass sticking out through a hole at the back and her tits through holes in the front where they fitted into shaped cups with more inward facing spikes. In the cage was a buxom blonde. Again Catherine did a double take. “Oh please God! No!” she thought to herself.

“I really need someone to help me demonstrate this piece of equipment,” Mistress XS said. “Perhaps the Doctor here would help me?” A man stepped into the picture. He wasn't tall, he was maybe 5' 9” or so, slightly thick set and had a hangman's hood on. With the hood it was difficult to tell, but Catherine's immediate reaction was “Dr Saavik!!!”

Reason took over. Saavik was safe behind bars, but everything Catherine saw about the man, his walk, his size and shape, even the assured arrogance of the man made her think it was him.

“Perhaps you could show Catherine how this device can be used – other than for storage Doctor?” Mistress XS said.

The man picked up a heavy leather strap. Catherine was not to know, but this was a fearsome strap known as the “Louisiana Prison Strap”. He began to beat a steady tattoo on the girl's ass where it stuck out of the cage. Each blow forced her to move and squirm in the tight confines, impaling herself as she did so on the myriad spikes.

While the Doctor beat his steady rhythm, Mistress XS said “Of course you know Raisa here don't you? She was your clerk for a few months until she returned to Czechoslovakia ? I know she'd like to thank you for the opportunity to visit your friends here instead, but, as you can see, she's can't talk right now!”

Raisa's mouth was covered by a shaped leather gag which came below her chin and up over her nose which peeked out through an opening in the leather.

“And then of course we can do this to her…” Mistress XS held two metal meat skewers which found their way in turn through each caged breast. “And then, of course, my medical friend, if you please…”

Unseen by Catherine, a woman appeared wearing a strap-on. The man who looked as if he was Saavik stepped back and allowed her to take centre stage. Catherine could only stare as the woman, dressed in nothing other than a pair of rubber briefs and a rubber bra, greased the dildo and unceremoniously rammed it home in Raisa's anus. She began steadily pumping away while Raisa was buffeted still further against the cruel cage spikes.

Rather like she was whispering a secret to a girlfriend, Mistress XS said to Catherine “Let's leave them shall we? The poor lady here hasn't been getting regular sex for a few years now… she's been in prison, you know!”

Catherine didn't know what to think. The implication was that Raisa was being raped by Dr Zorhof!!!... But she couldn't be... Dr Zorhof, like Saavik, was in prison!

They left the woman and Raisa pumping away and went over to the wooden box. “I wonder if you can guess who's in the box?” Mistress XS said, putting on the voice of a game show host. “No? Well then I'm sorry, you've failed to win today's star prize and will have to settle for a lifetime in Hell as an alternative!” By the end, Mistress XS's voice was back to its cruel self.

Lifting the lid a smiling Mistress XS let Catherine absorb the contents of the box.

Sitting behind her screen Catherine shook her head violently and screamed “No! Noo! Noooo!”

“That's right Catherine. You haven't heard from your little sister for a few weeks now, have you?”

Mistress XS stroked Catherine's younger sister, Georgina 's, cheek. “Well don't worry. She has learned some splendid new techniques while she's been here! You know, just a week ago, she performed a cabaret where she licked and sucked every guest and almost every prisoner off at a party? Why, she even then went on to provide the toilet facilities!”

Catherine could only stare in disbelief at her sister, strapped in the box.

Now she lay in the box, straps holding her body flat to the base, straps holding her arms to the sides of the box and her knees doubled to her chest. Across her mouth was a solid mass of duct tape. Her frightened eyes pleaded with the camera, and therefore with Catherine… to no avail.

Mistress XS bent down and stroked Lynne's crotch through the soft creamy silk of her panties. “You know Catherine, she insisted on dressing up for you… She tells me this is the lingerie you bought her for her last birthday!”

Catherine immediately recognised the soft silky underwear she'd bought for her sister.

“Of course,” Mistress XS continued, turning over the right bra cup “we had to make a few changes to it.” Inside the soft bra cup there was now a new layer of fabric through which hundred of little spikes protruded!

“But I must make an apology on my medical friend's behalf. You know she's been having to brush up her medical techniques on Georgina here, Georgina has been a model patient and helped with all sorts of things, and she even let my friend practice child birth with a rubber ball she inflated in Georgina 's womb… look!”

Mistress XS bent down into the box and pulled out a sheaf of photographs.

One by one she showed them to the camera. They started with Georgina standing wearing a “little girl” dress. All pink and frills, but way too short, her hair in pigtails, pink stockings showing under the dress, and carrying a tray with a large dildo, butt plug, various straps, a bottle of some kind and a coiled whip on it. In the next she was bent over a woman's lap, her frilly pink knickers around her knees, and she was obviously being spanked – her ass was red, black, blue and various shades of purple. In the next she was having a dildo inserted, and in the next she stood facing the wall holding her skirt up at the back.

The last three photos were the worst. They showed Georgina strapped to a gynaecological table, her legs spread wide and a look of absolute agony on her face. The woman Catherine had just seen was in the pictures too, her hand thrust into Georgina 's cunt as she pulled a rubber ball out. The last picture showed the woman as she held an enormous rubber ball aloft; just like she was showing a newborn baby.

“Of course, after that we needed to put a few stitches into her.” Mistress XS said as she threw the last picture back into Georgina 's box. Mistress XS then bent down and pulled the crotch of Georgina 's panties to one side to reveal her pussy, as she did so Catherine caught the glint of yet more little spikes in the gusset and screamed. She screamed not because of the spikes, but her sister's cunt beneath the panties… it had been sewn together from end to end by thread!

Having let Catherine absorb the stitches, Mistress XS let the lid of the box fall and shut the outside bolt.

Catherine, her trembling hand holding a glass of wine poised at her lips set it down and knocked both glass and bottle over as she ran to the toilet to be sick. The images of her sister had been enough to make her physically ill.

The video carried on relentlessly as Catherine was throwing up.

Had she been in the room Catherine would have seen the end of the video in which Mistress XS said “I hope you've enjoyed this part of the tour! There's much more to show you, and I'll keep you updated on the rest of it over the coming days. But for now let me make one thing very clear. One word to the Police, one word to your colleagues or any attempt on your part to bring Group XS down again will be very bad for your friends here… very bad indeed!” Suddenly all sweetness and light, Mistress XS signed off by saying “Till the next time Catherine!” And blew the camera a kiss.

The screen was blank as Catherine returned from the toilet. The scenes of Georgina and Raisa had been enough for Catherine to decide what to do next.

Picking up the phone, her hands now shaking uncontrollably, she dialled the number and began to speak through her tears. “Hello Police? I'd like to report a kidnapping!”

Date Wednesday 20 th October 22.50

The Police had responded to Catherine's call quickly, taking the kidnapping report seriously and turning out a senior officer together with a couple of detectives.

Catherine had explained everything to them, how she had been involved in the Saavik and Zorhof case, Mistress XS, Group XS and the fact that Group XS were alive and well and had now kidnapped Georgina and Raisa as well as Tania.

As she mentioned Georgina's name Catherine had realised there had been no mention of Georgina 's twin girls, Serena and Alex, and had added them to the list.

At first the detectives had taken notes and showed genuine concern but, when it came time for Catherine to show them the video, she clicked on the link and waited for the horrific video to support her tale. Instead of the screen showing Tania, Mistress XS and the others, it showed pictures of Tania smiling and laughing with friends back in her Russian home. The screen explained how Tania had left to return home and how happy she was to be back amongst her fellow countrymen.

Catherine was flabbergasted! She kept trying the link for the computer only to return to the same innocuous screen each time. The detectives closed their notebooks at that point and the senior one, Chief Inspector Kane, said to Catherine “May I ask you a question Miss?” He held up the empty bottle of wine and said “Do you drink much of this stuff? I appreciate your friend is away and that puts you under stress, and I will, of course, check up on all the other names you have given me, but at the moment I have to say it feels like you've had a little too much to drink and woken up having dreamt all this.”

That had been it. The Police had left convinced that she had fabricated the whole thing and Catherine had been left all alone facing a sleepless night ahead.

Date Thursday 21st October 08.30

Catherine must have fallen asleep eventually because she awoke with a start when the post fell through her door. Catherine looked at her bedside clock and saw that it was 8.30!

She was late for work!

Rushing she showered, dressed and left the house without any breakfast in record time, pausing only to grab the post and stuff it in her handbag as she left.

Date Thursday 21st October 09.20

It was still 9.20 when she arrived in the office and Catherine occasioned a few raised eyebrows, not only at her lateness, but also at her drawn and dishevelled appearance.

Ignoring the looks she received, Catherine went straight to her desk and fired up her computer. Pushing the pile of new files destined for her in-tray to one side Catherine began using the State Prosecution Service database to track Saavik and Zorhof – she was sure it was them she had seen in the video the night before.

The system took its time, nothing the State used worked quickly, and eventually she got the results back. Catherine was surprised at what she saw… in each case it showed them still held in custody and, also in each case, held in a secure facility for sex offenders and those with mental problems. Catherine was perplexed and began even herself to doubt what she had seen the night before.

By the middle of the afternoon Catherine's sleepless night was catching up with her. To try and wake her up she busied herself at her desk and remembered the post in her bag; this she pulled out to read. She was pleased when she found a postcard in the mail, but disappointed to find it was a card from Tania, who she'd seen on the video stream the night before, posted only three days earlier in Moscow and saying

“Hi Catherine, I'm having a wonderful time having moved back to be with my friends! You just won't believe the things I'm getting up to- they are really having a good time with me and, even though I don't always want to play their games, I cannot refuse. I'll email you some pictures so you can see what fun you'd have here as well. Love Tania”

Catherine recognised Tania's writing but also recognised the taunting words of Mistress XS in the card. “… having a wonderful time with me…” and “… I cannot refuse..” were not Tania's words Catherine was sure, but those of Mistress XS.

Catherine broke down in tears at her desk. Eyes all around the office turned on her and she could hear the office gossips' tongues wagging even as her phone rang. Pulling herself together she answered only to find it was Chief Inspector Kane.

“Miss Grace?” He said. “I've followed up on your report from last night and have to confess I can find no evidence that there has been a kidnapping. Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof are still in prison, we have found a letter from Miss Sarducci stating that she is leaving the country to return home and the Immigration Department records show that she did just that, Michelle Dubois is currently on parole and we have a report from a member of your own Department, Judge DeSade, that she has become a model citizen – in fact the Judge went so far as to say she had seen Miss Dubois only recently and had decided she need no longer report on parole and had simply bound her over.”

The Chief Inspector paused and said, “You see where this is leading us, don't you? Our records show Miss Raisa returned to Czechoslovakia when her visa expired… which only leaves your sister and her children. Have you, by any chance, any more news on her?”

Catherine shook her head. “No.” She said.

“It's only that our initial enquiries suggest that she may not want to be found. She's left owing money to her landlord.” He looked at his notes. “The Kellerman Foundation, and we've spoken to them and they tell us she was 4 months behind with the rent when she was seen packing the car with her belongings and the children. If we do find her, there's now a chance she'll be prosecuted for deception.”

“No, she wouldn't run away and not pay her bills, that's not like Georgina !” Catherine said. Looking for proof of Group XS Catherine picked up the card and said to Chief Inspector Kane, “Just listen to this postcard I've got from Tania – it's just taunting me!”

Even Catherine could hear the Inspector's scepticism as he asked her to read the card. When she had finished he said “Miss Grace. I appreciate you may wish to read the card in one way, for my part I have to say it sounds like a perfectly normal card and, at a guess, you are upset because your friend is away and you had too much to drink last night.”

Catherine interrupted, suddenly having another desperate thought. “But what about my friend – Lynne – she hasn't contacted me either. You check up on her and I bet you'll find she's been kidnapped too!”

“I'm sorry to have to say this, but I will not waste more time on checking up on someone who is on holiday; if I were I'd be wasting more valuable time! I not only intend to close the case but also send an official complaint to your Department head stating that you have wasted Police time.” The phone went dead.

Date Friday 22nd October 10.00

Catherine found herself being called into her boss's office that Friday morning and being given a letter which blandly stated that she was to be sent on “compassionate leave”, an office euphemism for “we don't want you here unless you sort yourself out” and requesting that she get a psychiatrist's letter stating she was in good health before returning.

So it was that Catherine found herself back alone in her soulless apartment staring at another email from TaniaSarducci@GXS.com .

With trepidation she clicked on the link and, sure enough, a new video stream started to load.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

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Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 14

Date Friday 22nd October 11.15

In this latest video Mistress XS was sitting on the lowest of 4 differently shaped wooden packing cases, or at least boxes which looked like packing cases, lined up in either the “Bondage Room” which had been shown on the previous tape or a room very similar.

Gone was the catsuit from the previous tape, now she wore stunning black latex lingerie with pink ruffles around the legs and bra cup, complete with rubber stockings and the inevitable spiked leather boots. As always she wore her trademark mask.

Mistress XS' right hand was firmly seated between her parted legs and her fingers were gently playing with her cunt through the latex.

“Catherine!” She said, a slight moan making it sound like she had said Cathahhhrine! “It makes me so horny just to think about what is going to happen now… If only you were here I'd love to have your face buried between my ass cheeks right now, so I could feel your tongue caressing me through the latex as you fought for breath! But sadly you're not here…”

She moaned again and wriggled her ass on the wooden crate before standing up. Catherine's gasp as she did so was mirrored on the screen by a gasp from the occupant of the box on which Mistress XS had been sitting. You see, there was an upturned face, or at least part of one, protruding through the top of the box!

Whoever it was had had their nose and mouth covered by Mistress XS' rubber-clad ass while she had been sitting on camera gently frigging herself!

The occupant's gasp had, of course, been for breath, but Catherine's had been from shock and revulsion. She tried to see who it was, but the face was too obscured by the padding of a hood of some kind which covered her eyes and left a comfortable seat for Mistress XS with just an upturned nose and mouth proudly exposed. The occupant of the box was obviously facing away from the camera, her head pulled right back so her nose fitted into Mistress XS' pussy and her mouth was an open invitation for her ass.

Mistress XS turned around and bent forward, showing her curvaceous glistening rubber clad ass to the camera. “Don't you just wish you could have your mouth there Catherine?” She said, pointing to the wet patch where whoever was in the crate had been licking.

“Now I suppose we need to get on with the show! I've explained to each of the girls that what is happening to them is because of you and your silly actions in going to the Police. They agree with me that you have been stupid and that they need to be punished for your actions…” Mistress XS smiled coquettishly, “… well actually they don't agree with the last part but I'm going to hurt them anyway!”

“Now just remember, dear Catherine, that this punishment is all your fault! If you had only kept quiet the girls would probably be quite comfortable now… as it is, I just had to put them in these boxes because I was so cross that you hadn't listened to me! Now, let me see…” She turned to the boxes and approached the one on the far left and said “This one must be Raisa – your Czech friend.”

Mistress XS bent and opened the hinged front of the box to reveal cage-like bars behind. Through the bars Raisa was clearly visible kneeling in the box, her knees wide apart and her hands fastened to the top of the box either side of her head. Her position would not have been too bad – Catherine had seen far worse on the video footage they had confiscated those years before – had it not been for the fact that much of her weight was borne by a triangular section of wood which nestled deep between her naked thighs.

Mistress XS stepped back and waved a hand in front of her nose. “Ugggh!” She said “What a dreadful smell! It seems poor Raisa hasn't been able to control herself for a day and a half!” She looked at the camera and winked. “But that is all the more reason to punish her harder, don't you think? If you look carefully Catherine, you'll see she hasn't been able to move far off her perch.”

The camera zoomed in on the cleft between her thighs where her labia had been drawn down the sides of the triangular section and, literally, nailed in place!

“Of course she can lift her weight a little with her hands, but then she just pulls on her pussy lips – rather clever don't you think?”

Catherine thought anything but, as she stared into Raisa's tortured eyes which felt like they were pleading with her for help and looked at her tear-stained face above the inevitable mouth strap of a gag of some kind.

Mistress XS moved on to the next box. “Let's see if you can guess who this is?” She said as she again swung open the hinged front. This box was a little taller than the first and revealed it's occupant in a position like she was squatting on her haunches but upside-down! She was actually hanging from the roof of the box by a complex harness arrangement.

The stark difference in the case of this girl, was that where Raisa had been totally naked, this girl was completely encased in black shiny rubber!

“What do you think?” Mistress XS said. “Looks a little more comfortable than the last and certainly smells much better… Oh! But wait a minute! What's this? A hose running from between her legs down to her hood? I wonder what that can be for?”

For the first time Catherine took in the hood which was rather like an old-fashioned gasmask; although in this case it had a bag hanging off the front which was moving in and out as she breathed; helpless blue eyes staring out from behind the two glass eyeholes. Catherine instinctively knew that this girl was Tania.

“You'll appreciate this one, I know!” Mistress XS said. “Tania's wearing this lovely rubber suit which is wonderfully tight – it's actually much heavier rubber than I'm wearing because we want it to be uncomfortably hot and restrictive and not male her feel sexy, if you understand. But underneath it she's got a pair of panties which hold tubes into her ass and urethra and… guess what? The tube from her crotch carries her own piss and shit down to her mouth! It's kind of like perpetual motion really!”

Catherine could see that Tania's arms were bound behind her and that there was some kind of rope running from her tits up to the roof of the box at the front. As if reading her mind, Mistress XS said “And these ropes are attached to some rather fancy bra cups built into the suit, so that if she puts strain on the rope the cups, which are a bit like a string bag with inward facing spikes, she'll ‘caress' her tits. Poor girl. Ever since I shortened the rope I think she's been in some pain!”

As if adding an afterthought, Mistress XS said “Oh! And up on the top here I can control the sensitivity of the valve through which she breathes… it's set right now to the nastiest setting, and I can put a bit more piss and shit into the system through this funnel here!” Looking around as though about to tell a conspiratorial secret, Mistress XS whispered “She doesn't know it but everyone's been sneaking by to make use of her… I imagine she's quite full right now!”

Moving to the next box Mistress XS said teasingly “And I wonder who's in this box? This box was a different shape to the first two – it was vaguely pyramid shaped, or at least it tapered from a square base at the bottom to a roughly head-sized shape at the top. Mistress XS swung the door open and Catherine immediately saw that this was a naked Michelle.

And it was her breasts which first caught Catherine's attention. She was sitting awkwardly in the box, her ass just above the floor, to the side of the box where straps loosely held them in place, and she was bent slightly forward at the waist, presumably levered there by her arms which were out of sight behind her back. But her breasts! They looked like joints of raw meat! Purple, distended and bound in what looked like metal cages which compressed their shape wherever the bars of the conical cage-like affair came into contact with her flesh. From these cages a thin metal cable snaked over her head and down behind her back.

Her feet looked like they were strapped into stirrups which erupted from the floor on a metal bar which seemed to disappear back between her legs.

“I keep asking her if she wants to be let out… all she has to do is nod her head; but she hasn't yet!” Mistress XS said. The camera zoomed in to show the hood on Michelle's head. It was a heavy padded leather affair which gave the impression her cheeks were blown out where the straps which encircled her mouth and jaw had sunk into the leather. This too had eye holes but no apparent opening for the mouth – only tiny grommets under the nose where her breath whistled. If the hood were not bad enough, it was the reason she had not nodded her head on which the camera was focusing. The hood was peppered with tiny “D” rings from which ran taut wires to the sides and top of the box. Her head was held immobile by as many as 20 wires drawn as tight as a bowstring!

“You'll like this one!” Mistress XS purred. “She's sitting on huge dildo, way too big to go all the way inside her, and under her ass there are some pretty nasty spikes. If she wants she can keep herself off the spikes by pushing her feet down on these stirrups and it kind of cantilever's the dildo up! Of course, if she gets tired of trying to fuck herself on a dildo the size of a bowling ball, but still doesn't want to sit on the spikes, she can always try to haul herself up with her arms… or should I say her tits! These little cage things are called “Rat's Claws” by the people who make them. Each one of the bars has quite vicious spikes which curl inwards so if she pulls on the cable she kind of pushes them into her skin… like a rat's claw I suppose!”

Mistress XS gave a sharp upward tug on the cable accompanied by a muted scream (well more of a Mmmmmph!) which had whistled through Michelle's nose and her breasts jerked magnificently. For a moment she was raised up in the box only to fall back down again, presumably on the floor spikes. Whatever, there was another Mmmmmmmph! noise followed by a low moan.

“So now you have to guess who's been kissing my ass while I've been sitting here!” Mistress XS said.

“Now the first part of the show is over I'm going to call for my assistant's here to administer some much needed punishment while I settle back down on my seat! Don't worry Catherine, I'm really not spending that long sitting on her. Admittedly this box is on castors so she can follow me around all day. But so far she's only served as my stool while I've done my make-up; eaten breakfast lunch and dinner; been watching some of the other girl's punished; and while I've been sitting down between sessions… I suppose pretty much all of the time really! But rest assured, Catherine, she does get to breathe sometimes. As long as her tongue is busy enough I can't help but fidget a bit and if she does pass out, well she sends a delightful shiver through my ass which just makes me come!”

Mistress XS went to settle back on her ‘stool' and then hesitated. “You know Catherine, this next bit is going to be so exciting I rather think I need to get a little bit more intimate with my friend here.

So saying, Mistress XS pulled down her rubber panties and settled her naked ass back down on her ‘stool' before continuing, “Oh that's better! She's got the most wonderful tongue, you know. It's working away on my anus right now.” She let out a small moan of pleasure. “She's getting lots of practice with it too… Tuesday night she spent the whole night with her head between my legs – God she was fantastic! It's made me sopping just to think about it – so wet in fact I think I'm dribbling my juices up her nose as we speak!”

She bent forward to speak to the girl. “Try and get that tongue of your right inside me… that's it push really hard and get it through my ring!”

Catherine watched in revulsion as Mistress XS worked her ass cheeks from side to side, burying the poor girl's face even deeper between them.

Whoever the girl was, Catherine felt sorry for her and wondered why she couldn't call the Police again now?

Mistress XS, as if reading her mind once again, said “I know you're angry and want to phone the Police again. But, dear Catherine, you know you'll just have to hold your fire… by the time the Police are here this video will have become yet another soppy site for Tania's snap shots! Now settle back and enjoy the show. I tell you what, go and get yourself a glass of wine, like the last time, I'll do the same and we can enjoy the show together!”

For reasons Catherine could not describe, she did go and get a bottle of wine and even found herself halfway to saying “Cheers!” back to Mistress XS… there was some deep psychology at work here!

The assistants were the same two people Catherine had seen a few nights before – to all intents and purposes Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof wearing hangman's masks. It was not wasted on Catherine that each of the girls to be punished, with the obvious exception of the girl under Mistress XS' ass, was able to see and anticipate what was coming.

Dr Saavik, or the man who looked like him, took Raisa from her box first and, together with the woman who looked like Dr Zorhof, strung the naked girl between two upright posts… upside down, legs and arms wide – totally defenceless. They each then fetched whips which the camera studied, allowing the detail of the braided wire to stand out in close focus.

Catherine knew what was to come was a repeat of Tania's whipping back in Russia at the hands of Mistress XS.

She didn't need to be told of the severity of what was to come.

She didn't need to be told there would be blood and scars.

She didn't need to be told that Raisa would scream and scream before passing out and that when she did, Dr Zorhof, if indeed it was she, would give her an injection which would not only snap her awake but make her scream with a new found agony.

They both worked on her simultaneously. One from the front, one from the back. The whips rose and fell and Raisa soon became as marked as Tania had been when Catherine first met her. It was sickening.

When they were satisfied that her back was properly marked and her front was properly marked they started again. This time alternating. One from the front and one from the back….

…Between her legs!!!

As the camera cut to Mistress XS sitting on the upturned girl's face and masturbating freely, Catherine almost felt the need to throw up again as she had the last time.

When they had finished there was no need to tie Raisa up. She was comatose, despite the injection of stimulants , and lay in the corner of the room a frightened and broken thing occasionally calling for her “Mummy!” in her delirious state but never once summoning up the energy to move.

The same was repeated with Michelle and then again Tania who was, by the time they got her, hysterical with fear and anticipation – but then of course she was the only one to have experienced the braided wire whip. That was a mark of Group XS' sadism… they knew just how much she would fear a repeat of her first whipping from Mistress XS.

By the end there were 3 broken bodies all lying at the side of the room.

Mistress XS got up again.

“Oh Catherine!!! Wasn't that just the best fun? Now that only leaves one person to get the same treatment.” She turned to her stool and looked down at the face protruding through her seat.

“Have you guessed who it is yet?” She said.

“No? Well let's get the camera a little closer and see if that helps.”

There was a shuffling as Mistress XS stepped out of the way and the camera was brought forward until it was able to zoom downwards onto the upturned face.

For the second time that morning Catherine felt the urge to be physically sick. She fought the urge only because a huge wave of anger welled up inside her as she screamed at the screen “No, you fucking bitch, no! You leave her alone!”

The face on the screen, the face upon which Mistress XS had been sitting and frigging herself while the tongue lapped was that of Lynne!

“What a shame to mark your friend so badly. I wish there was something I could do about it but, you know, this is your fault and I just have to do it.” She looked up as if having second thoughts. “I tell you what!” She said. “While my assistants put these three pieces of shit back in their respective boxes I'll think about an alternative!”

Anyone with compassion would have let the girls rest, they would have given them a break; at worst they would have changed their bondage. Not Group XS. Each girl was painstakingly returned to the box from whence she had come. The aches, the pains from the same position being held for hours at a time returned with vengeance for each of them as they struggled with the same cramps and new bruises, scars and wounds.

Catherine had been sick again by the time Mistress XS sat, as she had done at the start, on Lynne's face beside three locked boxes holding the ruins of three beautiful girls.

“That was fantastic, wasn't it Catherine?” She said, her hand doing a familiar dance between her parted thighs and her ass noticeably jiggling as Lynne licked it.

“Now that only leaves Lynne… but I've had an idea! If you don't want her marked why don't we devise a punishment for you instead of her? Of course we won't be able to whip you like that, but if you'd be prepared to take her place, albeit on your own and in you apartment, drop me a reply on this email in the next hour an she won't be scarred like the others. Leave it one second over an hour and she'll end up looking like Tania!”

The screen faded and Catherine was left sobbing on her own. Trying to make a decision which, truth be known, was already made.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 15

Date Friday 22nd October 15.15

Catherine sat staring at her blank screen for 20 minutes before she could bring herself to reply.

She wrote to Tania's email address and said simply “Punish me; not Lynne.”

It took a full two hours for the reply to come back, two hours during which time Catherine had sat motionless in front of the screen waiting for the “new message” sign to flash.

She had been waiting so long she actually jumped when it did. “Be on line at 9.00 tomorrow. Turn your answer phone on, draw the curtains and await my contact. Mistress XS.”

Catherine hardly slept that night as she waited for the sun to rise and her punishment, whatever that could be at this distance, to be meted out.

By 7.00 that Saturday morning she was sat in front of her screen waiting for something to happen. By 9.00 Catherine was on her third cup of coffee and her nerves were jangling.

Date Saturday 23rd October 09.01

At 9.01 her email “New Message” sign flashed and she opened it up. “Go to the front door, there's a package there for you, and click on this link when you have the package and are back behind your screen. Mistress XS” The message said. Catherine did as she was told and clicked on the icon on the email and went to the front door. Sure enough there was a large suitcase on her doorstep which she tried to lift to carry in. It was heavy! In the end she could only drag it behind her until she and the suitcase stood in front of the screen.

“Hello Catherine!” A voice said. The voice was booming from her computer's speakers and had the faintest trace of an East European accent!

“That's good. We can see you now.” The voice continued. “Aren't video links just the most wonderful things? Now I'd like you to turn on every light in the room and make sure they are pointed to where you are standing; we can't have your screen debut spoiled by poor lighting can we?”

By the time Catherine had complied with the instruction her computer screen too had sprung into life and was showing a picture of Mistress XS sitting on the same box in the same room as the night before. All that seemed to have changed was Mistress XS' outfit. She was now wearing another black catsuit, but unlike the one she had worn on the first video, this one had contrasting red frills between her legs where the crotch split open and around her breasts which spilled out of the front of the suit. She was already playing with her right hand between her legs while her left massaged her surprisingly firm and large breasts.

“I hope Lynne's got a thirst on her today because there sure is a lot of juice coming her way! God, the idea of this show is making me run like a tap!” She said deliberately rocking back and forth and effectively face-fucking Lynne!

“We thought about you using the stuff you stole from us – you know the stuff in the case under your bed – but decided we had some much better toys for you to play with. Will you please now take your clothes off and then open the case?” It was said so pleasantly Catherine almost forgot what she was here for – that is until she opened the case.

Leather clothing and bondage equipment spilled out of the large case and Catherine immediately saw its potential to cause pain. This was far more serious stuff than she and Lynne had played with, and she let out a little yelp as a belt spilled out and caught her hand with the sharp little spikes on its inside. She also could not help noticing the multi-stranded braided and knotted cat-o-nine-tails curled innocently inside! The other side of the case was very odd indeed. It looked to Catherine like it held a large block of ice!

Catherine's hand touched the surface of the shiny opaque block and discovered it was just that! A slab of ice perhaps 3” thick which virtually filled the smaller side of the case… very bizarre she thought.

“Now then Catherine, there's a champagne bottle in there and an envelope; will you please take them out and come and sit in front of the screen?” Catherine complied, but if she did have a moment's hesitation it was dispelled by Mistress XS saying “Don't forget – if you don't do as you are told Lynne gets marked up pretty badly!”

“Open the envelope.” She said.

Inside Catherine found a large framed picture of Mistress XS - who else? – which looked like it had been blown up from a video still. It certainly looked like it was from one of the early videos which Catherine had studied. There was a plastic bag on a length of string containing keys (a relief to Catherine); a plain sheet of paper and a pen which Catherine noted had “BDSM Stores” etched on it; and an open envelope filled with what looked like receipts.

“Now then,” Mistress XS continued. “Will you please put the envelope on the side of your desk. Take the pen and write on the picture of me, in big letters so I can see, ‘I love Mistress XS. Your loving slave Catherine' and it would be nice to have lots of little kisses, kind of like the ones Lynne is giving me right now!” Mistress XS said.

Catherine complied and held the picture away from the camera for Mistress XS to see. “Very good! Now prop it up beside your screen and write on the piece of paper ‘Dear Mistress XS, I have been a naughty slave – please punish me. ' And again sign it with lots of nice kisses and put it in front of my picture will you?”

Catherine had no idea what was going on here, but complied nevertheless… she had to for Lynne's sake.

“Good,” Mistress XS intoned “will you now drink the bottle of champagne for me?”

Catherine baulked for the first time. “The whole bottle?” She asked. “The whole bottle,” Mistress XS said sardonically, “if you please… it's a particularly fine vintage I think you'll find!”

The bottle didn't have a cork, it had one of those stoppers which fit champagne bottles and Catherine knew full well what she was going to taste when she drank from the bottle. Sure enough, as she held it to her lips to take her first swig from the bottle, the pungent, slightly acidic aroma of stale piss assaulted her nostrils. Catherine gagged at the smell and said “I can't do this Mistress XS!”

“That's a shame, Catherine, because unless you do Lynne will be treated to a spectacular beating with the wire whips!”

Catherine steeled herself and took her first swig. If anything it tasted worse than it smelled, and she found herself fighting to keep it down. “The whole bottle Catherine, I haven't got all day!” Mistress XS said.

It took probably twenty swigs on Catherine's part to comply with Mistress XS' instruction but, in time, she succeeded. “Good!” Purred Mistress XS “Now you can thank me for giving you such a delicious treat… go on do it!” With the last part her tone changed and Catherine snapped out of her self pitying reverie and said “Thank you Mistress XS for letting me drink your marvellous champagne!”

“That's better! Now put the bottle on your desk and go to the case. You'll find a nice whip in there! Tell me; are you by any chance Catholic?” Catherine was confused. “Yes Mistress XS, I am.” She replied.

“Oh that's good. Then you'll be familiar with self flagellation then, when you atone for your sins by whipping yourself! You see, that's what you are going to do for me now… I want you to use the whip on yourself by throwing it hard over your back. I think 100 should do it!”

Catherine felt the whip. It was heavy and the nine braids, complete with knots in the ends, looked like they would hurt. Steeling herself she stood square in front of the camera and braced her legs as she threw the whip over for the first time. The strands hit her back from the middle of her spine down to her ass.

Catherine had braced herself thinking the pain was going to be unbearable. As it turned out her first thought was “That wasn't as bad as I had expected!” …just before a black, sickening, wave of pain coursed through her body!

“You'll have to do better than that!” Was all she got from Mistress XS as she tried to stop herself sinking to her knees!

“We won't count any gentle ones like that… I want to see you use it hard!”

The count went slowly on. Catherine's back began to look like a purple roadmap of interconnecting lines which wept little spots of blood where they intersected. Mistress XS discounted as many blows as she counted, or so it seemed to Catherine, and each time a blow landed Catherine felt the same sickening blackness envelope her.

When she eventually finished Mistress XS said. “Right. Now I'd like to see twenty between your legs!”

If the pain on her back and ass had been severe it was as nothing compared to the next set of lashes Catherine delivered to herself. She was sure her pussy was bleeding profusely, the pain was so great, but when she finally finished and ran her hand gingerly over her screaming cunt she was surprised to see only faint traces of blood on her fingers.

“Now get the pair of leather shorts and the bottle of lube from the suitcase. You'll need the lube to put them on.”

Catherine found the shorts easily. They were made from heavy leather and looked rather like lederhosen with straps which ran around the legs and waist and an ominous strap which ran between the legs. Catherine shouldn't have been surprised – she knew what Group XS were like. Strangely the shorts had two boxes on them, each about the size of a pack of playing cards, one mounted on each hip.

Catherine was surprised at their weight and soon realised as she stood up with the bottle of lube that they were far from conventional shorts. It was no surprise that she could see two bulky phalluses inside the shorts and a thin tube near the forward dildo which looked like it might be part of a catheter. It was no surprise that the whole of the inside of the shorts glistened with little pointed spikes. It was an alarming and rather ominous surprise to see a long rubber tube snaking from the shorts and ending in small rubber ball with a clip halfway along the pipe keeping it closed.

“I'm sure even you can wok out what to do Catherine.” Mistress XS said. “Put them on!”

It took some time and a lot of encouragement, but Catherine eventually worked each of the plugs inside her and was pleasantly surprised that the two dildos, although covered with short tufty horsehair or something, weren't too uncomfortable. A bit irritable, yes, but nothing more. The catheter had been horrible to insert and she had been horrified when it reached home to find the tube filling almost immediately. The implications were obvious.

The worst part of the shorts was the prickled lining which immediately hurt and seemed to catch all of her most sensitive parts; this pain only increased as she first tightened the lacing down the back between her buttocks, then pulled the straps tight around her waist and thighs and then the strap between her legs. “Another notch tighter… And another please!” Was all the praise she got as she eventually finished her painful task. All that remained was for her to add the padlocks to each of the straps, there were 4 in total, and she was done.

Catherine had had little time to study the shorts and had failed to notice the series of tiny little grommet holes which ran through the crotch – each hole little larger than an hypodermic needle.

There was little respite as she was commanded to put the bra on next. This was similar to the shorts in that it was made from the same leather and had two boxes like the shorts: one on either side. Inside, the cups were lined with a softer leather, but one which also had the same spikes. There were laces which ran around her breasts like a series of concentric rings which she had to tighten and tie working from the base out – effectively compressing her breasts so they looked like two leather-clad joints of meat!

The very tip of each bra cup, if you could call these torturous things that, had an open ring on it – inevitably with inward facing spikes on it – which enabled her nipples to be drawn through and her areola to be painfully skewered. At this stage Catherine was in enough pain not to take note of the little holes which encircled the cups; three rows of them, one between each set of her encircling cords.

Again the bra actually padlocked on, the strap behind her back having first been drawn a couple of notches tighter under encouragement from Mistress XS before the lock was added.

Catherine now stood effectively in tortuous bra and panties with a hose dangling from between her legs. “There's a plastic bag in the case and a roll of duct tape; get them please.” Mistress XS said, again giving Catherine no time to enjoy a respite from her growing predicament.

Catherine assumed the duct tape was for a gag and had surmised what would be in the plastic bag before she picked it up. Sure enough it was a bulky bundle of fabric inside the bag and there were abundant signs that the cloth was wet and, probably, dirty. This was Mistress XS punishing her after all.

“Let me see you put that hose into your mouth now… with the ball all the way to the back of your throat! I want to hear it making you gag.” Mistress XS said. She then encouraged Catherine to remove the sodden, dirty, smelling mass from the plastic bag which turned out to be not one, not two, but three pairs of the inevitable soiled and urine-soaked panties Mistress XS so enjoyed.

Two pairs found their way into her mouth. It was not easy cramming them in with the ball already in there, but Catherine was goaded and cajoled to complete the task to Mistress XS' satisfaction under threat of Lynne's whipping. Only satisfied once all the cloth was behind her teeth, Catherine was then made to wind the duct tape first through her teeth and then over her mouth. Ten times she wound the tape around her mouth and behind her head before Mistress XS was satisfied. Even then Catherine was made to clamp her jaw as shut as she could and wind tape under her jaw and over here head time and again to satisfy the sadistic witch on the end of her video feed.

The contents of the case were diminishing and Catherine now had to get a length of chain from the case and throw it over the beam which formed part of her attic apartment's vaulted ceiling. Mistress XS made Catherine stand under the beam and then adjust the camera until she was satisfied that the voyeuristic members of Group XS would be able to feast their eyes on Catherine's predicament.

Next Catherine hung the plastic bag with the keys in from the chain, Mistress XS taking great care that she hang it through just the right loop. At least, Catherine thought, I'm going to be able to get free when this ordeal is over.

“Now then,” Mistress XS purred, “there should be a present for you in there. It's been specially wrapped and everything.” Catherine found it, a package about the size of a large paperback book wrapped in bright pink paper with a tag attached saying “ To Catherine. From Dr Zorhof .”

Catherine didn't like the idea of a present from the Doctor, this was the lady who had used victims of Group XS as virtual guinea pigs for her own drugs and obscene gynaecological tortures.

Catherine opened the box inside the wrapping gingerly and examined the contents. She didn't like the look of this at all. There were something like 60 long hypodermic needles in there and a smaller number of shorter ones, perhaps 15 or so. Although they looked like hypodermic needles there was something slightly odd about them in that instead of having an open end where the syringe would normally plug, these had a closed end and, to judge by the little bubble moving inside, contained liquid.

This didn't feel good at all.

“Go on. Take one out.” Mistress XS goaded her “They've been specially made for you by Dr Zorhof. Feel the point of the needle… she's carefully made each tip a little less pointed so they don't go in quite as painlessly as normal needles and these beauties are not normal needles… they're used for tranquilising animals and have little ridges all the way down so when they go in they don't come out too easily! Look at that sack your tits are so engagingly squeezed into… there are little holes all the way round for the needles to go through… you figure it out. Sixty long needles and sixty holes into your tit meat!”

Catherine nearly fainted as she inserted the first needle. It was like pushing a blunt skewer into herself! All the time she was pushing she could hear Mistress XS saying “Come on we haven't got all day! I think we need to get Lynne out and get her ready… it looks like she's going to get that whipping after all! Don't stop there! All the way in I said. I want to see nothing more than the head sticking out!”

It took a long time but eventually the needles all found their home. Catherine's breasts must have been like porcupine's backs on the inside and on a couple of occasions she had to agonisingly pull a needle back out – it felt like she was ripping her flesh as she did so – to redirect it having struck one of the other needle shafts deep in her tit meat.

Worse was to follow as Catherine realised that the shorter needles were destined for her pussy! The strap between her legs was actually fixed to the gusset of her shorts where it ran over her pussy so the holes went right through the strap, already compressing her pussy agonisingly, and through the leather of her shorts. The holes formed a line up either side of her slit so that 12 of the 15 needles went into her labia. Deep into her labia. The other 3 were the worst. These had a home which was more painful, more personal, more private than any of the others. The last three holes were in the centre and had been spaced to ensure that one of the needles made a direct hit with Catherine's clitoris, the others striking it just above and below!

Catherine was in agony as she finished pushing the last one home, applauded as she did so by Mistress XS on the other end of the video feed.

“Very good!” She said. “We can now get you settled I think. There's a collar, some straps, a pretty piece of board and some wrist straps in the case. Will you get them out please?”

Catherine did as she was told – she had no alternative now having come this far. “And while you are at it move the suitcase so that block of ice is just below the chain on the ceiling.”

In the space of the next few minutes Catherine locked straps around her body and her legs. These were the spiked straps she had encountered when she first opened the case. They went around her legs every five inches or so. She neither needed that many on her legs nor needed the ones which encircled her belly; they were there to cause her pain rather than anything else.

Catherine knew where the piece of wood was to go. It was a small blackboard on which the words “ I'm being punished by Mistress XS ” were written. The chain coming from each corner had a clamp on the end. Not a playful bondage clamp, but rather a toothed clamp with a heavy spring which made Catherine mouth foam with agony – well it would have done had her mouth not been packed to the gunwales with dirty laundry!

Now with the straps locked around her wrists, those hanging straps which have a loop of leather running through the open palm, Catherine's plight was almost set. Before securing herself to the ceiling chain Mistress XS made her put the collar on, a horrid thing which had more of the by now familiar spikes rising from the upper edge so that she was forced to keep her chin up, and made her pull the remaining panties over her head and secure them with duct tape so her nose was buried in their crotch and she was only able to see the world through the leg holes.

Catherine's final acts were to press buttons on each of the four boxes attached to the bra and her lederhosen, to release the clamp on the hose, and to haul herself up onto the block of ice, her feet immediately feeling the cold, and fasten her wrists to the chain as high as she could reach.

Mistress XS began to laugh hysterically. “Catherine! You look so delectable hanging there! I'll bet you think your ordeal is complete! Just wait!”

And Catherine did just that – she had little alternative. As she waited she felt the first movement around her breasts and around her bottom. She could neither account for this nor the strange hissing noise which had started a few minutes after she had pressed the buttons on the boxes attached to her “clothes”.

The movement increased and soon she felt the dildos inside her starting to move too. Not move like a vibrator… but expand. “Oh my God!!!” Catherine thought. “There blowing themselves up!!!”

At the same time she felt a growing heat start in her right breast. At first uncomfortable, it then turned into a burgeoning white heat. Catherine could do nothing to stop the pain which was starting in her breast as she felt similar heat start to grow in her pussy and left breast.

Meanwhile the pressure around her breasts, over her entire nether regions and, of course, inside her pussy and ass kept growing and growing!

As if she were not aware, Mistress XS explained what was happening. Dr Zorhof has kindly filled those needles with one of her wonder drugs. I can't tell you what is in it, but I do know what it does! Each needle has a wax plug in it which melts as it warms to your body temperature… and slowly, oh so slowly, the drug inside begins to seep out. Each needle has enough in it to make you feel like you've been stung by fifty bees! The drug will make you feel the pain with an intensity you had never imagined… I know because we've tried it on others and the effects have been spectacular! It will also make your breasts and pussy swell… something of a problem for you because they are each rather tightly encased in heavy leather! Just to make sure that you feel the full benefits of the swelling, there's a rubber lining between the heavy leather outside and the soft spiked inside of your clothes which is slowly filling with compressed air from one of those boxes! So your pussy and tits are going to get bigger while the space they have available is going to get smaller! Clever isn't it?”

Mistress XS paused for a moment before continuing. “And I'll bet you wondered why you didn't have anything painful in the lube you used? Well, let me tell you, those babies inside you will grow and grow until they just can't get any bigger! Great isn't it? And do you know what happens then? You'll hear a slight popping noise as the sacks inside them containing the special lube – I know its got stuff which will feel like it's burning you and more of that venomous drug in it but you'll really have to discuss the niceties with Dr Zorhof - and the lube will start seeping out! None of it, neither the stuff in the needles nor the special lube will wear off quickly. It's designed to seep out slowly and when it does hit your body last for hours and hours!”

“Of course you could hope that you pass out, but I think the stimulants in Dr Zorhof's drug will stop that even if the pain doesn't. Oh, and in case you haven't worked it out the ice is going to melt and you'll find yourself stretched and standing on just your tiptoes on a rather uncomfortable mat of spikes by the end!”

Catherine had no alternative but to stand where she was. The pain in her pussy, her tits, her ass, her cunt, her nipples and all over her body where little spikes were busy driving themselves into her skin, growing with each passing second. All she could feel was blinding pain which coursed through her whole body.

It was as she stood there, praying for release that Catherine came to a shock realisation. The keys which were to be her salvation at the end of this were out of reach!

In the background she could hear Mistress XS saying “Oh dear! Poor Catherine. It looks like you're going to be stuck there for a long time… but never fear I've got just the thing to take your mind off of your pain!” Just then a sharp shock ran through Catherine's ass and pussy and she involuntarily twitched violently. The pain felt like she'd received a stun gun to her cervix!

“Didn't I tell you?” Mistress XS said, now smirking openly at the camera. “The other boxes will send shocks to your tits, ass and pussy at random times. Sometimes you'll wait a long time…” As if by magic another violent shock hit Catherine's pussy followed by one which coursed through her screaming breasts. Mistress XS laughed. “…and sometimes you won't have to wait long at all!”

Catherine had tears streaming down her cheeks by now. Her humiliation was almost complete, or she might have thought so, until she felt the first trickle hit the back of her throat! She was drinking her own piss while she stood there!

“Anyway,” Mistress XS continued, seemingly oblivious to Catherine's new plight. “I was just saying I have the best antidote to your position. A chance to watch some of the goings on at Group XS and to meet some of our other guests. I think you'll be surprised!”

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 16

Date Saturday 23rd October 11.32

Catherine stood in pain and abject misery. She had no way to set herself free and her body was burning as the toxic poison from the needles peppering her breasts and pussy seeped into her system.

She could feel the white heat of the pain in all parts of her body, she could feel her wrists slowly being drawn tighter as she sank lower on the melting ice, and she could feel the unbearable pressure on her most sensitive tissues.

She had tears streaming down her face soaking mixing with the foul dampness which enveloped her face. She could feel the steady drip of her own salty urine as it was fed back inside her body. Catherine knew pain, she knew humiliation and she knew despair as she stood in her solitary apartment.

Just as she thought she could stand no more pain, the boxes attached to either her panties or her bra would send their shockwaves coursing through either her tits, her cunt, her ass or her cervix. At times they would conspire to send the shocks through several parts of her body at once. At times the shock lasted for an instant; at others a full gut-wrenching and knee trembling minute.

She had been standing there for some time, she had no way of measuring the time from where she stood, but guessed it was a hour or so when the screen came back to life. Mistress XS stood in the foreground of a new room. Another stark room with no natural light and brick walls.

“I imagine you are getting a bit uncomfortable now Catherine!” She said. “But I have a game for you to play while you stand there… it's a guessing game of sorts. I'm going to introduce you to four of our guests, there should be a clue in that number somewhere, and I want you to try and guess who they are! That sounds fun doesn't it? After I introduce you to each one I intend to give you a chance to study her for a bit before I show you the next, and so on. While you are studying them, I'd like you to spend a little time wondering what it is like for them and to stop feeling sorry for yourself. You should know by now that I can always make things worse!”

Mistress XS moved toward the back wall of the room she was in and Catherine could see there was a line of doors set into the wall, each measuring about 3ft high by 2ft wide. “These are some of the cells the girls get to stay in.” Mistress XS explained “I think I said they weren't as comfortable as the ones we had before… well these aren't too bad compared to some others you'll se later, but I guess they are a little small. But then, you see, our philosophy when we built this new place was that it didn't really matter how little space our guests had; what really mattered was that we had as much space as possible in which to play with them!”

She undid a heavy bolt and swung the first wooden door open. At first it was difficult to see inside, but as the door swung open a light built into the top of the tiny cell flickered to life to reveal its occupant.

Catherine had no clue as to the girl's identity. The girl was sitting upright, although her head was bent forward between her knees because the roof of the cell was so low. There was still a barred door separating the girl from the dungeon and her cramped conditions, and Catherine could see that her knees were pressed hard against this and that her shoulders were virtually touching the walls on either side.

Mistress XS undid a padlock and swung the cage-like door open. The relief for the girl was obvious as the tension in her knees and legs subsided.

As Mistress XS undid a chain around her neck which had been connected to the roof of the cell, and began to coax her out, Catherine was able to see more of her. There was, truth be known, little to help identify this victim of the vile Group.

She wore a leather discipline hood which, predictably, was all-embracing and had neither openings for eyes or mouth. Her head was simply a ball of shining black leather.

Her upper torso was contained in a leather straight-jacket, also of black leather, which came down to her waist where three straps held it firmly in place. Each strap, of course, dived between her legs to fasten at the back; one to each side of her pussy and the third ran straight over it.

Aside from the straps, the girl's ass was naked; the only other clothing she wore was a pair of hold-up stockings and a collar around her neck with a label hanging off it.

Once the girl was fully out of the cell, Mistress XS dragged her unceremoniously to her feet by the length of chain which remained around her neck and pulled her across the room. As she did so Catherine was able to see some of the macabre implements in the room, there was a small cage sitting empty, a whipping horse with a stained leather top, in the background Catherine could see what looked like a large wheel but Catherine knew was a treadmill; there was even a leather body bag suspended upside down from the ceiling. Catherine recognised these things from her previous encounter with Group XS and shuddered as she though of their purpose.

Mistress XS and the girl stopped when they came to the centre of the room. Here a simple piece of wood mounted on four sturdy legs came into view… the infamous wooden pony!

Catherine knew immediately what it was and what it was for; she had seen something similar first-hand when they had raided Group XS' former torture chambers and she had heard harrowing tales from the girls they had rescued as to its use.

The girls had each talked about the wooden pony as one of Mistress XS' favourite torture and had told graphic tales, not only of the pain it induced, but also the extraordinary length of time they would sometimes spend on it.

Catherine remembered one girl - she thought it was Beth Saunders, a 15 year old homeless girl the Group had captured – telling of how Mistress XS had left her on the pony for 48 hours as a punishment! Beth had never really recovered from that ordeal, either physically or mentally. When the case had come to court she had still been experiencing uncomfortable pain in her groin and medical evidence suggested she might never get full feeling back into her clitoris. The mental effects had been brought home when Beth had seen the horse standing in Court and broken down hysterically.

Now Catherine found herself watching another of Group XS' victims about to be introduced to the same torture.

“You remember how we used to make girls ‘ride the pony' no doubt.” Mistress XS said, “But I'd like you to take note of a couple of little additions to this particular pony. You see along the top of it here?” She said indicating the narrow ridge upon which the ‘rider's' weight was carried. “If you look carefully you'll see it's covered with the tips of hundreds of strategically placed needles! And here there are a couple of sockets?” She pointed to the centre of the bar where two ¼” holes were located close together. “Those are for some nice attachments the pony has…” She picked a metal case up from the floor underneath the pony and proudly displayed the contents. Inside there were a dozen different sized and shaped dildos, some like huge phalluses, others weird shapes sprouting knobs and spikes, each nestling in foam rubber cut to its shape, and each mounted on a metal post which looked perfect for fitting the socket!

Mistress XS looked at the contents like she were a child choosing a sweet. Her right index finger pointing at her mouth she made a show of choosing just the right two and came away with two balls on long shafts. The camera focused briefly on them and Catherine could see that one was about the size of a table-tennis ball, the other a tennis ball. Each appeared to have been lovingly fashioned from metal and ground in such a way that its surface was a mass of devilish bumps and ridges – making it resemble a spherical rasp!

“Just perfect I think!” Mistress XS purred as she fitted these to the corresponding sockets so that each rested a few inches clear of the needle studded ridge of the devious pony.

Fitting the girl to the pony was a relatively quick and simple procedure. Mistress XS removed the centre strap of her straightjacket and pulled it, together with the dildos attached to it, clean away to reveal a pink hairless cunt, as she put it “Just like a ripe bud ready for torture!”

Mistress XS lubricated each of the dildo devices with her devilish chilli oil and stationed the girl over the balls. At first Catherine assumed the pony was too low, each ball was barely touching her cunt and ass, and by standing on tiptoe the girl was able to just stay clear of them.

Her respite didn't last long, however, even if her straining legs could have supported her indefinitely, as Mistress XS and an unseen helper each attached cuffs to her ankles and began slowly, teasingly, to draw her legs apart.

Her legs were being drawn apart by ropes which wound round ratchet winches which ominously went ‘Click!' each time the rope was shortened. Millimetre by millimetre the girl's legs were drawn apart and she began to impale herself on the metal balls. Either because of the chilli oil or the girl realising what was happening, she became incredibly animated as the balls entered her cunt and ass and could be heard wailing and pleading beneath the unforgiving confines of her hood.

Her pleas were like music to her torturer's ears and Mistress XS continued her task with a look of absolute glee etched across her face. By the time the last ‘Click!' had been heard the girl had her ankles drawn nearly 4ft apart and her weight rested square on the top of the ridge of the pony.

“There's a saying ‘Give a person enough rope and they'll hang themselves' or something like that,” Mistress XS said conversationally, “well, that's what we are going to do! Watch carefully…”

Mistress XS released a zipper which ran across the girl's straightjacket and carefully teased her breasts through the opening. The girl, meantime, was wailing, pleading and desperately scrabbling with her toes in a vain effort to move off the needles.

Unabashed, Mistress XS drew fish hooks up through the base of each of the girls nipples until the top of the hook pointed downwards and the point was curved over the nipple. She then too a length of fine chain and clipped one end to the loop on each hook and let the length of chain trail down to the floor. At the floor end of each chain she attached a weight, a solid metal block weighing perhaps 1kg, and took great care to adjust each so that the block just rested on the ground, albeit the chain was still taut. The poor girl tried to bend forward to relieve the pressure, but her efforts were thwarted when Mistress XS attached a chain from the ceiling to the top of her discipline helmet preventing her from slouching far enough to take the pressure of her nipples.

“Now we let her hang herself!” Mistress XS said with relish, allowing 5” or 6” of slack on each leg.

At first Catherine could not fathom what Mistress XS meant by this remark. That is, she could not until the girl took advantage of the slack to relieve some of the pain caused by the needle-topped ridge. The girl rose tremulously on her wide spread legs and lifted herself an inch or so free of the surface. As she did so the shafts of the intruding balls showed a little and, presumably, she ground some of her sensitive flesh over the rasp-like heads which were buried deep inside her! At the same time her nipples bore the full brunt of the weights which dangled precariously clear of the floor!

“Watch carefully Catherine! We'll leave the camera on her for a while so you can enjoy her predicament while you suffer yours and you try to work out who she is! Do just think about it as she rises and falls. It's like she's slowly, ever so slowly, fucking her ass and her cunt on those balls and at the same time torturing her tits and straining her legs. As you watch she'll be able to hold the position for a little bit less time and gradually spend more and more of her time resting her full weight on that nasty ridge!”

Mistress XS turned from watching the girl and smiled at the camera. “You'll be able to imagine yourself riding the pony! Who knows, when it's your turn I may give you a chance to choose which attachment you fancy having fitted? You may even turn into one girl I had, who seemed to actually enjoy it! Can you believe that? It was one of the prisoners back in Russia who came to a party my friend was having, I think you know him, Dr Saavik? And she turned out to be a true masochist and got off fucking herself on the pony!!! We let her play for a while then had to take her off because she was having too much fun. We then used her for perfecting torture techniques… she was a wonderful subject because we knew we had got a technique right when she stopped creaming her cunt with the pain and began to scream blue murder! She did a lot of screaming by the end that girl…”

Mistress XS broke out of her reverie and said “I have to get on! There are so many nasty things to do to the guests here I must keep busy. For now I'll leave you watching your new friend here – you just be sure to let me know if she starts to enjoy it!”

With that the camera was adjusted so Catherine had a full-frontal view of the girl, her legs straining, her shoulders shaking with wracked sobbing rising slowly, taking the weight off her cunt and onto her nipples, and falling back down in anguished defeat. Mistress XS would have found the scene perfectly engaging. Through her own agony Catherine could do nothing but close her eyes to prevent the image of torture from invading her own torture.

Catherine might have known that Mistress XS did not administer light torture, but she was not prepared for the length of time she was faced with the solitary image of the girl on the pony. She must have spent 5 hours watching the girl's efforts to rise off the pony trail down to nothing more than feeble and fleeting attempts. Her moans and sobs, at first loud and heart-wrenching, had now subsided to a low agonised moan which sometimes matched the noise Catherine herself was making!

Catherine's pain had not diminished, if anything it had increased to new heights. Her wrists were now fully stretched, the ice long melted, and her feet were scrabbling for contact with the spikes under them. Like the girl on the pony she enjoyed brief moments of respite when she could bring herself to lift her weight on her toes, only to sink back into worse agony when the pain in her toes became too great.

The needles stuck in her tits and cunt were still gently administering their poison, and Catherine remained in agony and alert – just as Mistress XS had promised, the concoction preventing her escaping into tortured sleep!

The shocks still came to her most sensitive parts. They came at random times for different durations – at no time could she settle into her pain without the threat of the gut-wrenching pain from the electricity.

At one point the girl on the pony let out an agonised cry and Catherine watched a stream of urine cascade over the top of the pony and form a puddle on the floor between her legs. The girl seemed inconsolable after this, a fresh round of sobs and wails emanating from beneath her discipline helmet before eventually subsiding back into the now familiar low moans.

Date Saturday 23rd October 17.20

Mistress XS had spent the afternoon playing with some of the girls and talking with Saavik, Zorhof and some of the other senior Group members about their plans for Catherine.

She was now sitting on a sofa in the drawing room of the main house beside Lisa Shaw, the lawyer who had brought Kelly Brown to the Group earlier in the week, staring at the video images of Catherine.

“Doesn't she look so wonderfully uncomfortable?” She said to Lisa.

“I know!” Lisa said. “It gave me such a wonderful rush sitting in court with her and knowing what was going to happen – I just wish she were here now so we could properly ‘entertain' her.”

“I know. But it's all in a good cause; just think how much fun it will be having her here and knowing what she's been through to get here!” Mistress XS replied. “In the meantime, you and Ilsa will just have to make do with the girls you've got now and plotting some horrible ordeals for Catherine.” She paused before continuing. “Talking of horrible ordeals, what have you been up to with the girl you picked up the other day, what was her name, Kelly something?”

“Yes; Kelly Brown.”

“That's the one! I haven't had a chance to look in on her – how is she coming along?” She asked.

Lisa stretched on the sofa, her eyes still glued to Catherine on the screen, and allowed her hands to caress her breasts. She was no longer the smartly dressed lawyer – she was wearing her beloved rubber from head to toe, her black catsuit hugging her fine figure.

“It was a bit strange at first.” Lisa said as her hands squeaked gently on the rubber stretched taut over her breasts. “She actually seemed to be enjoying some of the rubber – you remember, she was the whore who got spanked in rubber?”

“But then as Dr Saavik, Ilsa and I began to play with her more seriously she began to get frightened. That was when the fun really started! Rest assured she's spent the last few days bound in rubber, beaten in rubber and raped in rubber. When I left her, Ilsa was just lacing her into a rubber punishment suit so she could get some rest before our next session.”

Mistress XS looked at her watch.

“Maybe we should go and see her so I can get to know her; I'm sure she'd love to meet me…” She said.

Lisa smiled, feeling a slight shiver of fear run through her on Kelly's behalf; no slave loved to meet Mistress XS. “That sounds like a nice idea. What do you have in mind?”

Mistress XS gave an enigmatic smile. “I only have a couple of hours before my next session with dear Catherine, but that should give us enough time to introduce her to the pleasures of some serious torture. She's well stacked isn't she?”

Lisa stopped stroking her own breasts as she replied; the spectre of Mistress XS applying serious breast torture had made her own breasts suddenly less erogenous! “Sure she is. She's got to be at least a double D.”

With that Mistress XS stood up from the sofa and began to make her way out of the room with Lisa trailing behind her. Mistress XS glanced over her shoulder and looked past Lisa to Catherine's image on the screen. “Perhaps we'll stop by Dr Zorhof's room and pick up some ‘medicine' for Kelly. I'm sure the poor girl's are a little tender; if they're not now they will be once she's been pumped full of that stuff!”

Date Saturday 23rd October 17.40

Catherine was wholly unaware that Mistress XS and Lisa had been enjoying staring at her plight; she was only aware of her pain and the girl she was staring at on the screen.

Each in her own private hell. Each sobbing inside her pain-wracked bondage. Each being toyed with by Mistress XS.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 17

Date Saturday 23rd October 19.44

As Mistress XS left the Rubber Dungeon to make her way down to the main playroom, she left Ilsa, Lisa and a distraught Kelly behind.

For their part Lisa and Ilsa had enjoyed seeing Mistress XS play with Kelly: for her part Kelly had not.

She'd been roused from her partial slumber and removed from her sleep-sack to find herself face-to-face with a masked and menacing woman introduced as Mistress XS. If the name and the woman's bearing had not been warning enough, by the time Kelly was dressed in a rubber straight jacket, her arms folded behind her and her breasts exposed through holes at the front, and her bottom half in a rubber sack, like the one they had used to bind her arms on a previous occasion, she knew she was in for a bad time.

The evil woman in the mask had got the others to bind her facing a low post set into the concrete floor, so she was kneeling upright, her breasts on display to the world, and then approached her with a huge syringe. “It's alright, you can scream if you want to… it makes me wet!” The woman had said as she plunged the needle in for the first of many times.

God it had stung. It had burned, inflamed and made her breasts swell until they felt like they would burst. She'd screamed as the needle was thrust time and again into her breasts; she'd screamed until she had hardly any voice left with which to scream.

If they had stopped there she would have been in agony: they did not. The woman with the mask had wheeled in something which looked vaguely akin to an old-fashioned clothes mangle. Its purpose was clear…

…Her sing sensitised, swollen and pained breasts were to be compressed and squeezed between the two thin rollers!

She'd thought she might be given release in unconsciousness as her breasts were forced through the rollers, only for the woman then to turn the handle the other way and squeeze them back out. Back and forth she went, the pain of her tortured tissue escalating with each bite of the rollers.

The woman had finally stopped when her breasts were through the rollers as far as they would go' two distended, purple, painful sacks of flesh which now looked twice their normal size. She'd then watched the woman remove her leather skirt and panties before picking up a thin rod, like a riding crop with no end. The woman had then stood over her, the soft nylon of her stocking tops brushing against Kelly's face as she did so, so that Kelly was staring straight between the crack in her ass cheeks.

“Let me feel that tongue cleaning me inside while I give your tits a good whipping!” She'd said.

The switch rose and fell, each time cutting a fiery slice into her tortured tits, Mistress XS seemingly revelling in having her screaming face pressed into her ass. The other women encouraged her to put her tongue deeply inside the puckered brown ring of the woman, their hands pressing her head forward as she screamed, bucked, licked and probed.

When she'd eventually stopped, Kelly had looked down at her tits, quite convinced they would be just bloody pulps, to see her once proud breasts looking like pieces of hamburger mat interlaced with criss-crossing black lines where the switch had bitten.

“I've got to go and speak with Catherine.” Mistress XS had said. “Why don't you two finish off with her and then find a nice tight punishment bra for her?” they'd agreed with her this was a good idea.

Turning to Kelly she'd whispered in her ear. “then tomorrow I'd like to have a go at that naughty ass of yours; they tell me you're a whore who enjoys a spanking!”

Kelly was sobbing hysterically as Mistress XS left to find Dr Zorhof and catch up with Catherine.

Date Saturday 23rd October 19.54

Catherine stirred when she became aware of movement on the screen, movement, that is, other than the feeble attempts at respite from the girl riding the pony.

“Ah Catherine! I'm pleased to see you're still with us! I hope you've enjoyed the show so far!” She whispered “Has she been fucking herself? Is she a masochist, because if she is I need to know so I don't make it too enjoyable for her! But what's this?” She said, turning to stare at the piss on the ground. “She went and pissed on the floor! I don't know if you knew this Catherine, but I take such acts of defiance very seriously. All the girls here know that if they piss on the floor they earn themselves a day in the tank!”

“You remember the tank, don't you?”

Catherine could scarcely forget. At the farm the Group had adapted the septic tank system by putting a small tank in the ground halfway through the system. This tank was filled to the brim with the foul and putrid waste from the farm. The tank was scarcely large enough for a girl, but this didn't stop them from tying a girl and stuffing her into the tank. Invariably the girl was ring-gagged, so her mouth remained open at all times, and she found herself being shut in the horrible tank by a lid which fitted flush with the surface of the putrid sewerage. There was just one hole in the lid, about the size of a tea plate, through which she could thrust her nose and open mouth in order to get precious breath.

The Group's deviousness ensured that right over the centre of the tank, directly over the girl's mouth and nose, was the outlet pipe from the system above! Every time a toilet flushed, a tap was run, baths were emptied the girl would receive the entire mass of waste into her upturned face! As if that were not enough, the Group, determined not to waste the effluent already in the tank, had installed a recirculation pump which would regularly bring everything back to the top of the system - and over the girls face - back to the storage tank!

“Well we have something similar here which this girl will be enjoying at a later date!” As she said this Mistress XS wrote something on the label attached to the girl's collar. “There!” She said “So I don't forget! Oh, which reminds me. Have you worked out her name yet?”

Mistress XS paused as though waiting for an answer. “No? Then I'll just have to bring out the next clue and see if you can work it out from her.”

Mistress XS returned to the back of the chamber and opened a door to the right of the open one from whence the girl on the pony had come. Inside the scene was the same and, as Mistress XS goaded the second girl out, Catherine could see that she was not wearing a straightjacket but that her arms were pinioned behind her back in a single sleeve, she wore a pair of rubber panties and rubber stockings drawn up by suspenders. On her feet she had boots which kept her toes in an enpointe position, and the hooded girl was manoeuvred across the room balancing precariously on her toes.

This girl's hood was the same basic design as the first girl's but had a detachable blindfold and gag. Mistress XS removed first the gag, which held a nasty leather pear behind it which she had to work out from behind the girl's teeth, and the blindfold. The girl blinked for a moment in the unaccustomed light and then focused her eyes on something behind Mistress XS. She suddenly became very animated and started crying and pleading with Mistress XS. “No! Please Mistress! Anything but that! Please not again, I implore you! It hurt me so badly last time! It'll kill me if you use it again!”

Mistress XS seemed to become almost motherly towards the girl and began to stroke her leather-clad head and said “There! There! If you don't want me to use it I wont! But I'm going to have to do something else instead… you see I want to punish you!”

The girl had seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when the prospect of the device, whatever it was, was withdrawn and now she started begging Mistress XS to punish her in other ways. “please Mistress XS, punish my breasts, I know you like that, you can whip them and put needles in them! Pleaaaase!!!”

Catherine was sickened to hear the girl pleading to have such things done to her and wondered what could have been so awful as to make her plead so.

Mistress XS appeared to relent and said something to someone out of picture. A few moments later the woman doctor, who Catherine was by now convinced was Dr Zorhof, appeared pushing a chair of sorts before her. The camera was adjusted so Catherine would have a perfect view of it and the torture of its occupant. As a backdrop she had a view into the dark recesses of the dungeon where the inverted leather body bag hung like an inanimate presence!

The chair had a “V” shaped seat, wide open in the middle, and an upright back which started part way up the back and appeared to be made from several slats of wood.

“Do please take a seat,” Mistress XS intoned, “So that the Dr Zorhof and I can punish your breasts.” If Catherine could have gasped she would have done. She was right! It was Dr Zorhof!!

Dr Zorhof took off her mask and smiled sweetly at Catherine. “It is so nice to see you like that Catherine! I have dreamed of you in pain since you sent me to zee prison, no?” There was no mistaking her voice with its accent.

Meanwhile the girl had sat on the chair, legs splayed on the “V” shaped seat and her back pressed into the upright behind her. “No! You silly girl! Zee other way around!” Dr Zorhof said. Catherine and the girl were perplexed for a moment, but then realisation dawned and she manoeuvred herself so she sat facing the back, her ass now suspended in mid air and her breasts up against the back of the seat.

“Now ask Dr Zorhof very nicely to punish your breasts!” Mistress XS said.

“Dr Zorhof… w… w…will you p… p… please punish my breasts!” The girl whimpered. Dr Zorhof, resplendent in shiny black latex lingerie with a short white doctor's coat, bent forward to the girl and the seat. Catherine couldn't help but admire the pert ass she revealed as she did so, beautifully framed by tight latex panties – the doctor had obviously kept herself fit in prison!

Dr Zorhof lifted the top section of the chair “back” and pulled the girl's breasts through the slot this created. Both the girl and Catherine had a dawning realisation… this was an elaborate form of breast press!

The doctor then slowly lowered the upper section, effectively squeezing the girl's breasts in a vice! At the same time Mistress XS wound straps around the chair and her upper torso until she was fixed immovably in place. The same thing happened to the girl's legs which were doubled back so her thighs and lower legs touched and were jointly strapped to the outside edges of the “V”.

Dr Zorhof was still twirling wing-nut which tightened the press and the girl was beginning to wail in agony. “Shut zee fuck up! You say you want your breasts punished, no? All I do is as you say!”

Mistress XS was laughing quietly in the background and pulling the girl's single-sleeved arms up behind her with a rope from the ceiling. Relentlessly they rose until her arms looked like they were ready to come from her shoulder sockets!

Dr Zorhof finally stopped twirling the wing-nuts when the girl's breasts had turned into two huge, deep purple, orbs! She then brought her medical bag, well what looked like one anyway, up beside the girl and began to take things out of it and place them on a trolley Mistress XS had thoughtfully wheeled in. “You see? I have zee cane, zee whip, and now my special tools, this is for peeling the skin, no?” She said, her accent grating even with Catherine as she stared at a cross between a scalpel and a razor. Catherine shuddered ‘Surely not?' she thought.

“Oh and you like this maybe?” Dr Zorhof continued. “This is needle, no, for nasty injection?” Dr Zorhof turned to the camera and said “Catherine, she know all about zee nasty injection I think, no?”

“And this here, is how you say, acid, no? To make the skin burn when we peel it away? We begin now, I think. You want pain in zee breast, I give pain in zee breast. I start with zee cane now.”

It was a statement, not a question, as the girl and Catherine discovered when the first stroke of the cane thudded into the tautly stretched breast meat of the girl. To say she wailed would be an understatement! She screamed until her lungs might burst!

“That an easy one, I think, no?” Said Dr Zorhof. “Now I give you a harder one, no?”

This time the can landed with a sickening ‘Thudddd!' and the girl gave a renewed scream, only this time her vocal chords could neither sustain the pitch nor intensity and there was a momentary silence when she was screaming so loud that no noise came out!

The beating continued and Catherine could do nothing but watch in a haze of her own pain, recalling similar scenes from her past.

Twenty times the cane struck. Twenty times the girl screamed. Twenty heavy lines appeared, the flesh black and various shades of purple.

Twenty screams, each worse than the last.

“Now. I think, we make the press a little harder, no? It make zee lines on your breasts hurt a little more I think?” Said the evil doctor. And sure enough, if the scream from the girl's hoarse throat as the doctor turned the wing-nuts a few turns tighter were anything to go by, her breasts hurt more, and the lines from the cane were like lines of fire etched into her sensitive mammaryies.

From where Catherine stood, feeling nothing but pain which came in waves of black and white, this would have been enough. That she had to endure the same beating with a whip with many thongs of thin black latex cord was more than enough. She no longer had the option to be sick, so she simply stood, watching in sickened awe, as the girl's breasts were battered and bruised by the horrible instruments.

“And now we start with zee skin peeling. It make the skin very sore, but also like a new baby, I think, no?” Dr Zorhof said, putting on protective gloves and opening a glass bottle of clear fluid. She wiped a cloth over the upturned top of the bottle and gently rubbed it over the nipple and areola while the girl's screaming reached a new height.

“That is big scream, I think, yes?” Dr Zorhof said. “But you better to save scream till after I remove skin, I think, then zee skin that is left is much more sensitive, yes?”

And sure enough, Dr Zorhof busied herself using the razor-like device removing the top layer of skin from the poor girl's nipples and areola! The girl screamed. The girl bucked. The girl pleaded. The girl begged, but all the time the doctor calmly worked, unruffled by the protests, and removed the topmost layer of skin to reveal the sensitive under cuticle for her ministrations.

“And now I give injection, no? Injection which make you feel you have sting from a bee, and maybe more, I think? It what Catherine have right now and she not happy because it hurt, but I very happy because I like see Catherine hurt and you hurt very much!”

Catherine watched as Dr Zorhof prepared her syringe, the needle looked the size of a hatpin as she thrust it in time and again to the girl's breasts, each time eliciting a scream, a plea, and a protest for mercy! Each time, the doctor simply focused on inserting the needle, bringing it part way our, re-inserting it into another piece of tit flesh and squeezing the syringe again!

The process might have been complete when Dr Zorhof removed the syringe for the last time. Might have been, that is, were it not for the intervention of Mistress XS. Mistress XS appeared holding the “ Louisiana strap” the feared prison strap based on the one used by the Louisiana State Institution! This was 3ft of ¼” leather on a swivelling handle. This was punishment designed to break, not tease!

“Perhaps she'd like to be gently teased with this?” She said, handing the strap too Dr Zorhof. Sadly for the girl there were no protests, except, perhaps, for her own pleadings which landed on deaf ears. Before the girl had said “Please don't use that on me… my breasts are on fire already!” The first blow landed…

When the bomb went of at Hiroshima observers said there was a moments silence followed by a rumbling roar… Then the mushroom cloud went up and all hell broke loose! The same applied to the girl before Dr Zorhof now. She stayed silent… then she uttered a low murmuring sound, then, as the pain hit her in a massive wave of sickening agony, she began to scream, and scream and scream!

Mistress XS and Dr Zorhof laughed. Dr Zorhof struck again… and again. Eight times she struck and eight times the girl screamed and bellowed and roared in pain.

“She no like this I think, no?” Dr Zorhof said. “She no like it when I put the press on, I think?”

The press was a flat sheet of Perspex which fitted over the front of the girl's breasts using 4 bolts and more wing nuts. The effect was to flatten her distended tits by compressing them.

Her tit sacks were already swollen, bruised, battered and on fire. The tips of the conical pieces of tortured flesh were already burning where the top layer of skin had been shaved off by the Doctor. The last thing she needed was any pressure on her over-sensitive nipples and areola. The only thing worse than pressure on her teats now would be pressure and friction…

Whilst the square of Perspex was transparent, there was one part of it which was not. Right in the centre there was a brown coloured circle of coarse sandpaper! A circle just the right size to mean all the pressure from the Perspex sheet came through the rough paper into the area of her tits where the top layer of skin had been removed!

As the last wing nut was tightened, Dr Zorhof laughed and said “She ask for tits to be punished,,, I think I make her dream come true?”

Catherine presumed she had seen the girl's torture as she was left standing for a good hour watching the girl, immobile in her bonds, sobbing silently. The girl stirred as there was movement back in the room and Catherine watched her eyes widen.

They widened in horror and she began to wail again “Oh God no!!! You promised!! You said you wouldn't!!! You…” Her cries stopped abruptly as Dr Zorhof struck her hard across the right cheek with her left hand. “Shut zee fuck up!” She yelled.

“We no promise. You ask nicely for tit torture and we kindly torture tits…” As she said this Dr Zorhof was roughly inserting the leather pear gag back in the girl's mouth. “…now we give you this!” She said holding aloft a bundle of heavy black rubber with straps hanging off it and a tube snaking down from it.

Catherine knew immediately what Dr Zorhof was holding. She had heard it described before and she had seen pictures of it being used. She had seen the pictures only recently when Mistress XS had taken them out of the box Lynne was in and shown them to her!

“It very educational for Catherine to see how girl have zee baby, no? I think she find it useful to know how zee girl's tits become sore, how zee abdomen swell and hurt. She have no idea whether childbirth uncomfortable or not unless she see it first hand.”

The camera was moved down so it focused on the girl's nether regions. Her panties had a split crotch and her pussy was fully on display, a pink piece of female flesh exposed between the rubber of her panties. Dr Zorhof knelt on the ground before the girl and began to insert the device.

It is difficult to describe what Catherine and the girl felt at this moment. Catherine knew with crystal clarity that this device was what she had seen when she had pleaded so eloquently not to be tortured thus. The girl knew, with absolute certainty that she had been sold a lie… that despite the torture she had received to her breasts she was going to be treated to the torture of giving birth to a huge rubber ‘baby!'

The doctor worked with practised ease. Her surgical-gloved hand working inside the girl as she prodded, probed and pressed. She produced a syringe with a long needle and worked this inside the girl, emptying the unknown chemical into her inner flesh. She waited and then her hands were busy again. Seemingly she had most of both hands inside the girl as she gave a little cry of triumph.

“There!” She said before pushing more of the device inside the girl and beginning to strap it in place. When she had finished there was little to show for her considerable effort. The girl's crotch was now covered in smooth black leather strapped in place like a second pair of panties. From the centre of her leather encased crotch two pipes disappeared to the floor and beyond.

Catherine knew what would happen. She had even once described it in court, using a diagram to show how the girl had am awkward-shaped sack in her womb and a second one on her vagina. The Doctor would slowly fill the outer one before starting to let the other grow. And grow it would. In the space of a few hours the girl would go from flat-bellied to fully distended pregnancy. In fact she would go beyond that because she was in the hands of sadists who would ensure she was as full as possible.

As the “baby” inflated inside her tender flesh, which was never intended to stretch at this pace and in these circumstances, she would be stretched to the full until her insides and the flesh of her abdomen looked like a balloon about to burst.

Catherine had to swallow hard as she felt her bile rising from just thinking about what she was witnessing. Not just torture on an extreme scale, but a torture these people had put her Lynne through!

“We'll leave you to watch from your ringside seat Catherine!” Mistress XS said looking at her watch. “It's nearly my bedtime, so you can keep your new friend company through the night while I snuggle down. You can picture me in bed with Lynne if you would like, just the two of us, me naked save for a pair of panties. Lynne all trussed up in rubber and leather unable to move, unable to see and unable to breathe, her head locked inside my panties… kissing and licking for all she is worth!”

Mistress XS hefted the Prison Strap and said “It's a romantic scene isn't it? I'll take this with me, just so I can warm my lover up! Sweet dreams!”

With that Dr Zorhof and Mistress XS were gone, leaving Catherine to spend the nigh watching the girl's abdomen. Periodically there would be a distant ‘Chhk! Chhk! Chhk!' sound as a compressor added a little bit more air. Never enough to be able to see any discernable movement, but, as the night wore on, the girl's belly began to swell. The noises she made changed as her belly changed. As her belly got larger her mewing sounds went up an octave. By morning her moans were more or less continuous and of a pitch which Catherine was convinced would break glass!!!

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 18

Date Sunday 24 th October 08.49

Mistress XS was the first to appear on screen the following morning. She appeared holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a cane in the other. She peered intently at Catherine's image on the screen before moving the camera back so she and the girl could appear in the picture.

“Good morning Catherine! I had a wonderful nights sleep! Your friend Lynne is very good at licking pussy you know! Why she spent hours at it last night and must have lapped up gallons of my juices I came so much! We did have a bit of a falling out eventually though… she just wouldn't stop crying after I gave her a few ‘good night kisses' with that strap so I had to keep her quiet by putting her in one of the pits set into my bedroom floor! Don't worry, she's quiet safe; a little cramped maybe, but quite safe as long as no one flushes my toilet!” Mistress XS did one of her shows of realisation. “Oh!” She exclaimed, her hand to her mouth. “I forgot last night and this morning! Silly me! She'll be wallowing in a sea of shit and piss by now then!”

“Anyway, that's her problem.” She turned to the girl behind her and said “I see she's reached full term then. I wonder what it'll be? A boy? A girl? Or just plain agony? I hope it'll be agony, don't you?”

She moved the camera again and showed the girl on the pony still sitting there, still suffering. Catherine realised with a start she had forgotten about the girl!

The camera turned back onto the ‘pregnant' girl, taking in the rest of the dungeon as it did so. The cage, the bodybag, the whipping horse remained as silent witnesses to the proceedings.

Mistress XS began stroking the girl's distended belly and Catherine could see how the black rubber had stretched so much over it that it had become virtually translucent. “Dr Zorhof says that another symptom of pregnancy is pain in the abdomen. Do you think we should check?” She said.

It was a rhetorical question. Taking another sip from her coffee Mistress XS hefted the cane and brought it down across her rubber-clad belly with a ‘Thuddd!' If she wanted a reaction she certainly got it. The girl screamed and screamed into her gag as the pain hit her in waves. After 30 or so strokes Mistress XS seemed satisfied and said to Catherine “Yes. I think she must be pregnant. She has pain in her abdomen too!”

“Anyway, we'll save her birth till later. In the meantime I need to bring on number 3 don't I? Do you have any idea who they are yet?”

Catherine didn't. She watched as the third girl was brought from a ‘cell' at the back of the room and took a sharp intake of breath as she saw how she was dressed. The girl was dressed in a rubber caricature of a school girl's outfit! She wore a white rubber blouse which held her arms doubled inside its stumpy sleeves and allowed her fulsome breasts to spill out obscenely. She had a black rubber box-pleated skirt which didn't even come down to the top of her cunt, and a black rubber panty girdle which looked as if it were several sizes too small. The panty girdle had four suspenders on each side attached to her rubber stockings, and she had shoes on her feet which forced her to walk on her toes.

Like the other girls, she too wore a discipline hood, this one was featureless save for a ring gag which kept her mouth open at all times.

The image stirred another memory in Catherine. Again it went back to the courtroom drama, when Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof had been sentenced. One of the girls, Catherine tried to remember her name… Emily West, that had been it! Emily had been dressed just like this for a ‘party' the Group was having and she had described in graphic detail her ordeal to the hushed Court.

Emily had been dressed this way by Dr Saavik, who seemed to have a penchant for his girls dressed in fetish schoolgirl outfits and ‘little girl' outfits, and been used as a rape toy for all the guests all evening. He had dressed her like this girl, although Emily wore what Saavik described as a ‘training bra' which had acted like a tourniquet around the base of her breasts. He'd then lain her over a school desk so her swollen breasts were pressed into the lid of the desk which was covered in upturned spikes like they have on golf shoes, folded her legs and tied them in the air so she was lying legs apart, virtually horizontal, with her cunt waiving itself in mid air at about waist height!

On that occasion they had even made her write a sign on a small blackboard saying ‘ I have been a naughty girl. Please fuck me hard! ' Which is precisely what had happened all night. They'd fucked her ass, fucked her mouth, fucked her cunt, fucked her in ones and fucked her in twos. It wasn't just the men, but the women too who had raped her. They had used dildo's, strap-ons, fists, fingers, hands, even bottles on her! When the members of the Group tired or turned their attention elsewhere they had brought a slave in to rape her! The slave had worn a hood, Catherine remembered, with a massive dildo protruding from over the mouth. The frightening thing had been that the hood was designed in such a way that she could only breathe by pumping the dildo in and out over its full length.

“Now what are we going to do with this girl, do you think Catherine? Look around the room and see if there's something to give you a clue!” The camera swivelled round the room, showing the girl on the pony and the ‘pregnant' girl briefly before focusing in on a desk! A school desk with metal studs on the top!

Catherine remembered then that the studs could be electrified. Dr Saavik had told the girl it was ‘ like fucking a vibrator' when he'd been inside her and the power was on; ‘it made your whole body shake and your ass clench and relax, clench and relax… it was wonderful! ' he'd continued.

They had also discovered that it made the ride for the men much more exciting if the girl was being caned on her tightly wrapped ass cheeks while being raped. Each stroke apparently sent a shiver through her cunt which felt marvellous!

Emily had spent a miserable night being raped, being caned, having her flattened tits rubbed back and forth across the studs, and having electricity passed through her body.

Catherine also remembered that they had used special panties on her which had padding around her openings on the outside and spikes on the inside so that when her rapists drove home they could feel none of her agonising pain.

Poor Emily. This treatment and her experience at the hands of Group XS had scarred her for life. Catherine could well remember the curvaceous teenager, a girl who could turn any man's eye - and turned Catherine's for that matter - explaining to her after the case that she hadn't been able to have sex, or even touch herself, after her release. Watching the girl on the screen Catherine wondered what had happened to Emily.

Her thoughts were broken by Mistress XS saying “But I really need some help with this one! Dr Saavik?” Saavik stepped into the screen and smiled sweetly at Catherine. “How nice to see you again, my dear.” He said in his smooth and charming style. “I trust you are enjoying the show and the little bondage Mistress XS has made you put yourself in! I imagine your pussy is quite hot and ready from all this… what a shame you aren't here. I'd love to oblige you!”

Saavik ran his hand over his crotch and rubbed it suggestively.

They then put the girl in just the same predicament Catherine had anticipated. As they did so Catherine could see that she too was wearing the ‘training bra' Saavik had used on Emily those years before, her engorged breasts flattened by her body weight as they rested on the desk's surface. Her folded legs were splayed invitingly as her split crotch was displayed for anyone who wanted to rape her. They tied her head back, connecting a rope from the top of her discipline helmet to a belt around her middle, so her mouth was pointing in the right direction for any member of Group XS to slip their cock inside the warm moist and inviting hole.

Once she was properly installed they moved the camera so Catherine could see the girl from the side. All she could see was the midriff of those who abused the girl, no faces. Catherine knew it was Saavik who took her first, his rampant cock sliding easily through the soft lips of her split crotch, ramming himself unmercifully home and thrusting deep so the spikes in the lining of the girl's crotch did their worst.

As he thrust he folded back what little there was of her short skirt so the full expanse of the girl's rubber covered rump was exposed. To judge by the way her flesh bulged where it came out of the panties, Catherine had been right that the panty girdle she wore was several sizes smaller than would have been comfortable. Saavik spanked her bottom as he thrust, he kneaded it, he prodded and poked it with hard fingers.

At the other end Saavik was joined by another man who worked himself into her mouth, making sure he used the full length of his shaft to work deep in her throat. Catherine's heart went out to the girl as she heard her choking and gagging, gasping for breath, impaled on the relentless cock.

And then Mistress XS appeared. Catherine recognised her from her outfit, standing on the far side of the girl, a heavy rattan cane in her hand. She began to beat a steady and relentless tattoo on the girl's buttocks with the cane. The cane landing with a sickening ‘Thudd!' each time and the camera able to pick up the way it bit deep into her flesh with each stroke before rebounding to reveal a perfectly shaped, smooth black rubber ass.

Mistress XS timed her strokes to coincide with thrusts from one or other of the men, and gradually all three started working in unison so the girl was impaled deeply at both ends as the cane landed on her rump.

Mistress XS held in her left hand a button with a flex snaking down to the desk top. She pressed the button and the girl's body stiffened, her body shook and the men called for more, whooping with delight.

If Catherine had found it hard to believe how a rape of this magnitude could be sustained for hours, she was about to find out. The men swapped places, their places were taken by others, both men and women. The women used dildos of varying shapes and sizes and some of the men put sheaths over their already engorged cocks to make the girl's ordeal worse. These were sheaths designed with only one purpose in mind; causing pain. They had ridges and bumps on them; one was even made of horsehair!

And still they continued. And when they stopped two slaves were introduced, each dressed from head to toe in rubber, their arms encased inside their outfits, with rubber hoods on which prevented them breathing unless they rhythmically pumped air into their hoods by pushing the dildos which protruded from their mouths deeply in and out.

Catherine recognised Dr Zorhof by her outfit as she appeared, huge syringe in hand, and began to pump injection after injection into the girl's tits. She even put the needle straight through the rubber of her panty girdle to inject deep into her ass before taking up station behind the girl and using the cane for yet more brutal battering.

Date Sunday 24 th October 12.53

Meantime Mistress XS had left to attend to other matters. She still had Kelly to see about the ‘spanking' she'd promised her the day before.

When she entered the Rubber Dungeon she found Lisa sitting comfortably in a chair with a girl between her legs. Nothing unusual about that in the domain of Group XS, what made this unusual was that the girl was suspended upside-down in a rubber bondage sack!

As if that were not enough, the girl's head was encased inside a rubber hood which was an integral part of Lisa's rubber panties.

“I was looking for Kelly.” Mistress XS announced. Lisa looked up from her sexual reverie, the girl's tongue was doing a splendid job, and said, “She's over there, in the first of the holding cages.”

She found Kelly in the cage, still dressed as she had been the day before, only now she wore an inevitable hood and the promised punishment bra. Mistress XS noted how much different opportunity rubber afforded as she looked at the hood. It was a smooth round rubber ball of inflated rubber Kelly had over her face with just a single tube erupting from her mouth. With each breath there was a soft whistling noise accompanied by the soft gurgle of her spittle running out of the tube where it spilled down onto her bra.

The bra looked innocuous enough, in fact it looked like she was wearing a bullet bra from the 1950's, albeit one crafted from shiny black rubber. Inside, however, the bra was less 1950's chic and more 1480's Torquemada. Mistress XS knew this because she had helped to design it.

The bra cups were basically made from two layers of rubber, the inner cup softer than the firm, moulded, outer layer. Once the wearer's tits were inside the bra cups a rubber strap around the base of the breast was tightened inexorably until her boobs swelled magnificently inside. Then the inner layer of rubber was blown up – rather as had happened to Catherine. Then the hard rubber studs on the inside began to press deep into the skin of the tautly stretched orbs…

Kelly was hurting as she sat squashed into her cage.

Surprisingly she'd managed to get some sleep through the night, but now she just sat, her breasts throbbing and her body aching from her cramped, contorted and sweat soaked condition. She longed for release, to breathe fresh air and to cool down.

Sadly, when she felt herself being removed from the cage, it was not for her to be released… It was for her to hear, through the inflated rubber of her hood, Mistress XS calling “I promised to give you a good spanking!”

Date Sunday 24 th October 13.10

Catherine could do nothing but watch the girl's continuing rape. She had her own problems, the pain in her ass and cunt was now of epidemic proportions and the needles continued to discharge their poisonous cargo into her tits and cunt. Her tits had now swollen so much she was sure they would be permanently damaged; the relentless pressure of her tits against the unyielding leather which encased them and the spikes which impaled them, was keeping her in agony.

Time passed slowly, the rape continuing all the time. Relentless thrusting and burying of flesh and implements inside the hapless girl. In the middle of the afternoon Dr Zorhof appeared with the Punisher and brought the girl to renewed agonies.

Catherine still had not figured out who the girls were.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

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Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 19

Date Sunday 24 th October 18.14

It was early evening and Catherine was dimly aware that it was getting dark outside before the camera was moved and Mistress XS reappeared. Catherine did not know that she had come from blasting the ass of Kelly, the hooker she had so miserably prosecuted a few days before.

“Now that's what I call a real rape, don't you?” She said looking at the hapless girl across the school desk, still being relentlessly pumped by her torturers. “She was quite frigid really when she came here, but she's quite a goer now, don't you think?”

“Have you worked it out yet? Who these 4 are, I mean? No? Well I guess I'm just going to have to make it easy for you then!” Mistress XS teased.

“Let me introduce you to girl number 4…” She walked across the dungeon, not as Catherine expected towards the cells at the back, but past the whipping horse and empty cage to where the inverted leather body bag hung! Catherine had assumed it was empty each time she had seen it before!

“This is girl number 4!” Mistress XS announced proudly. “Well not this, you understand, but the girl inside this! Dr Saavik put her inside this a couple of days ago. Now let's see if you can work this out. Dr Saavik put her in here because he's a sick bastard and loves it when our guests have phobias. This particular girl has claustrophobia, I mean really bad claustrophobia. She pisses herself at having the door closed on a large and well lit room; so you can imagine the fun she's having here!”

Catherine shuddered. She had once before come across someone like that, she was one of the witnesses in the trial who had been held by Group XS those years before. She'd been called Hannah Firman if Catherine recalled right, and already had the phobia when the Group abducted her.

Dr Saavik had been delighted to find that he had a phobia to work on; but, of course, far from working to make it better he worked on making it worse!

He'd found out from her that her phobia went back to when she was a little girl and she had been sent to stay at her uncle's after her parent's died. Her uncle had been a wicked man it transpired, a man right up Saavik's street, who had delighted in raping her and punishing her! Saavik had, naturally, found out all he could of the uncle's shenanigans and capitalised on them with the buxom petite blonde, Hannah.

Hannah's uncle had ruled her with a rod of iron, or at least a rattan cane, taking obvious pleasure in using the cane on her at every opportunity. He had also made her dress for him at all times when she was in the house as a little girl, or a caricature of one anyway. Her wardrobe at her uncle's house comprised nothing more than her school outfits and a collection of revealing satin outfits he demanded she wear with stockings, suspenders and high heels!

Her uncle would use the cane on her if she were late home from school, if she failed to get good grades, if he thought she didn't show him enough respect, virtually for any infraction of his demanding rules. And worst of all, he would take a sadistic delight in tying her up and putting her in what he called the “punishment box”, an old steel travelling trunk which sat at the foot of his bed, if he felt the punishment merited it.

This had been the starting point for Hannah's fear of enclosed spaces.

Saavik had, of course, delighted in capitalising on Hannah's background and made sure she was always tortured while locked in the smallest and tightest of spaces. He'd also made sure she was often dressed as a little girl. He had made sure Hannah had to fight for every breath when he left her incarcerated in some small and dark cell, relishing her panic attacks and inability to do anything about them.

Poor Hannah, Catherine thought, Dr Saavik had even ensured that she spent most of her time with Group XS on the inside of a range of horrific discipline hoods because he enjoyed the torment they gave her so much.

In fact, Catherine realised, they had kept Hannah in a suit not dissimilar to this; hooded, immobile, inverted and in terror for days at a time. When they released her they would make their ‘little girl' do the most disgusting and depraved things to avoid being put back in a hood and shut in an enclosed space. Invariably, once she had amused them for a while, once they had raped her and caned her they did just that! Her abject terror amusing the group of sadists.

If Catherine remembered right, Hannah's testimony at the trial had covered just such a situation like this, and she had detailed her fears and anxieties at the close confines in which she had been kept. She had told how they had restricted her breathing with a pitiless hood which had just two narrow nose tubes through which she could breathe. They'd fitted the hood with a re-breather bag, so she could only get fresh air with long slow breaths, and she repeatedly panicked and fainted inside her confines as she hyperventilated!

And then the penny dropped!

Catherine wondered how she had been slow to see the awful truth behind the scenes she had witnessed over the past 18 hours or so. She had to do a retake. Surely they couldn't have taken all four of the girls? But then they had already taken Lynne, Tania, Raisa and Michelle, plus they had somehow managed to get Saavik and Dr Zorhof free from prison; why shouldn't they add the others?

The certainty that she was right was only compounded as Catherine thought back to the trial. Beth had described the terror of the wooden pony from the witness stand; Emily the ordeal of being a rape victim for a Group XS party; Hannah her fear of enclosed spaces and particularly being confined in a bondage suit and hood; the other girl, what was she called. Katie Holmes, that was it, of Dr Zorhof's gynaecological tortures!

Mistress XS could obviously see that Catherine had finally worked it out. “I see you have figured it Catherine! It took you a long time, I'm surprised, I thought you were brighter than that! Isn't this nice? Katie, Emily, Beth and Hannah all enjoying a reunion party… it's such a shame you're not here to share it with them!”

“You can imagine the delight they shared when we first reunited them! Beth was just begging us to torture her fanny… That had fully recovered by the way, but I doubt it will so easily this time… but then I don't suppose we'll give her much of a chance!”

“Oh! But you missed a trick there you know. She's turned into an absolute stunner! Huge tits, lovely pert ass and legs to die for! In fact Dr Zorhof has taken her for her personal maid would you believe, I think it's quite a demanding job for her to judge by the amount of punishment Dr Zorhof's been giving her… but she does seem to be lapping it up! And talking of lapping, you should have seen Beth with Lynne a few days ago! They put a marvellous show on for us of fucking and sucking! It was so good in fact they had to perform an encore wearing those hoods you saw earlier - you know the ones with the dildos you pump to get air? – well the encore lasted all night and most of the next day!”

“Where was I, Emily, that's right! She was so pleased to find that the Group is bigger than before and that we had plenty more ‘members'…that's a joke by the way… for her to enjoy! And as for Katie, well she greeted Dr Zorhof with open arms and open legs, insisting the Doctor get to work right away on her insides!”

“Oh Catherine! It's been fabulous fun arranging all this for you. And don't think for one minute the surprises have stopped! There's a whole load more racked up for you.” She said threateningly.

“But let me tell you a little about Hannah's plight as you haven't seen it from the beginning so you can't fully appreciate it! I'd like you to be able to understand what it must be like for her, so you can imagine yourself bound like this one day!”

“Dr Saavik has been having so much fun with her you know! She's so pleased to be back with her ‘Uncle Saavik' you know! She's been skipping off to the School Room – that's a new chamber we have her which I'll show you later – and studying hard all day. She then comes back to her Uncle Saavik's room and dresses up for him. He's got some lovely outfits for her you know, all tight and revealing, I know Hannah thinks some of them are a bit restricting; but that's the way Dr Saavik likes them.”

“Unfortunately the poor girl hasn't been getting very good grades at school, so she's been spending quite a bit of time in Saavik's new ‘Punishment Box'. It really is a pretty wicked thing he's had made for her! If you can picture it, it's about the size of a suitcase with a box for her head on top, if that makes sense.”

“It's so shallow she can only get in it with her legs bent double and her knees either side of her head, while her arms have to be held behind her neck! Saavik's had the box lined with padded rubber so that when he forces the lid down, and boy does it take work to get the lid down, she's actually compressed immovably inside!”

“Of course, the box bit for her head is a bit restricting, it's got a built in gag and everything, but her ‘Uncle' keeps her nicely entertained while she's in there… it's got opening covers for her cunt and mouth (once he's got the gag out!), and Uncle Saavik lets anyone who drops by fuck one or other of her holes while she's in the Punishment Box!”

“But just for you he took her out of the box so you could see her as she described in Court, you remember don't you, when you sent my friends to prison? He put her in a pair of panties a bit like the ones you are wearing except with these there's a hose which comes from the ass and her catheter, bringing all that nice piss and shit back down to her mouth… Mmmmm!”

Mistress XS turned the suspended form through 180º so Catherine could see the heavy tube snaking from Hannah's crotch down to the face part of her hooded head.

“Her tits are compressed into one of our punishment bra's… all spikes and straps… and then we slipped her into a latex suit before she was laced into this leather suit. The latex suit has the sleeves on the inside so she can't play with herself; or do anything with her arms for that matter! Do you remember the leather suit we used on her before? This one is the same; it's made from rawhide which we soaked before we put her in it… it's fabulous! As the hide dries it shrinks until it becomes as tight as a drum skin! The rubber suit underneath means her sweat doesn't soak the rawhide and make it stretch anywhere.”

Mistress XS stroked the girl's leather-encased head. It looked like a leather ball it was so heavily padded, a leather ball with a tube going into it and a re-breather bag covering the nose!

“And this hood is heavy padded leather with straps which stop her moving her jaw or even twitching an eyebrow for that matter! Even though the hood is unpleasant enough, we've put this rawhide bag over the top which has slowly compressed the hood even further – if that's possible!”

She patted the dried rawhide and it made a tapping noise, like it was hard. “My! That's pretty tight… I'll bet she doesn't like that much! Anyway, Catherine. I'll leave you and Hannah to get reacquainted now. You can stare longingly at her but I'm afraid she won't be able to stare back. But just to keep the show interesting for you, I've got this enema bag here which we're going to use to keep her fluids up.”

Mistress XS held up a bulging plastic enema bag with a tube dangling from it. This she suspended above Hannah before plugging the dangling tube into a socket near her mouth. Catherine could see the brownish fluid fill the clear plastic tube as Mistress XS turned the tap on the bottom of the enema bag.

“I'm sure you've guessed that the liquid in there is full of nutrients! It's come straight from the septic tank and been run through a blender for her. Enjoy!” She said, stepping out of the screen and leaving Catherine to stare at the image of Hannah, hanging there in terror, immobile, encased and slowly drinking the most foul liquid whilst fighting for her breath.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

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Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 20

Date Monday 25 th October 05.30

Catherine stood in pain. Her arms had long-since given up the struggle to support her weight and now she hung from her wrists, her agonised feet taking the strain her wrists could not. She was still drinking her own piss in copious quantities and her ass, cunt and tits were still searing in an agony which was augmented by the electric shocks which regularly coursed through her tits and nether regions.

Catherine hurt. All she had to distract her was watching Hannah in terror and agony. By now Hannah had finished her ‘drink' and Catherine could only imagine what the girl felt like.

After so many hours standing in the same position, Catherine's body was wracked with cramps as she hazily realised that the pain was diminishing. Not in her wrists and feet, but there were signs now that the torturous drug was beginning to fade and the batteries in her shock boxes seemed to be running flat. Surprisingly, Catherine drifted off to a nightmare-filled sleep.

Date Monday 25 th October 09.25

The drawing room was full as Mistress XS and her colleagues watched the screen for Catherine's next big moment.

Date Monday 25 th October 09.36

Catherine's slumber was disturbed by a loud knocking at the door. She snapped awake to realise it was morning, the light was streaming through the top of her curtains. She dimly worked out it was Monday morning… she'd been here for 48 hours!

She wasn't expecting anyone? Who could it be? The knocking was insistent and after a few minutes ceased, to be followed by the sound of her front door being kicked open!

If Catherine was prepared to be set free, she was not prepared for the sight of Chief Inspector Kane and two uniformed policemen thundering into her living room!

Catherine died inside.

The chief Inspector took in the sight before him. The tortured girl, the empty champagne bottle, the picture of and the note to Mistress XS. He studied Catherine's predicament and the keys hanging just out of her reach.

While the ogling policemen found the keys and began to undo her locks, Chief Inspector Kane had pulled a camera from his pocket and taken several snaps. Catherine wasn't clear if he was simply a pervert or whether these would form some kind of Police evidence.

She saw his eyes focus on the computer screen and, to her horror, she realised it was no longer showing pictures from Group XS, but a screen entitled ‘self-torture…the guide to safe self-bondage'!

He studied the photograph of Mistress XS and Catherine's handwritten note in front of it; he picked up the pen and studied the inscription on it and then produced a series of plastic bags from his pocket into which he sealed the items.

“Miss Grace?” He eventually said. “I think you are sick and perverted!”

At last able to speak as the policemen gingerly removed the sodden wad of panties from her mouth, Catherine said, “But you don't understand! Mistress XS made me do this! She's got Lynne and she's now got the girls who were witnesses at the trial! Don't you understand? She's doing it all again!”

“All I understand, you horrible pervert, is that you sent me a letter saying you were being tortured by this ‘Mistress XS' and that you needed me to rescue you! I actually took it at face value when I got it and, as you can see, came over here with back-up, just in case. I can see I wasted my time, or, to put it more precisely, you wasted more of my time and that of these officers. You don't need me to tell you I shall again be filing a complaint against you with your employers and need to warn you that another incident like this and I shall be charging you with wasting Police time!” Chief Inspector Kane said.

“Good day Miss Grace!” He swivelled on his heels and left Catherine to sort herself out on her own.

Date Monday 25 th October 10.43

Alone in the apartment again Catherine wept uncontrollably. She felt abused, humiliated and degraded. She felt pain as she tried to remove the needles which had been so painfully injecting her over the past 48 hours; unbearable pain as each of the needles grabbed at her tender flesh unwilling to withdraw smoothly.

When at last she had freed herself of the needles she started looking for the keys for the padlocks which held her in the embrace of the leather shorts and bra.

They were nowhere to be found!

She might have been released from her bondage, but she was still wearing the painful leather lingerie. With tears still streaming down her face, Catherine began to gather up the detritus from her ‘self bondage', first emptying the water from the suitcase into the bath. As she did so, Catherine realised there was still an envelope and two unopened packages in the case.

Catherine took the case and it's unopened contents back to the living room and was about to open the envelope, in the hope of finding the missing keys, when a voice from her computer made her swivel round. It was a beaming Mistress XS flanked by a smiling Saavik on one side and an openly laughing Dr Zorhof on the other.

“Oh God Catherine! That was priceless!” Mistress XS said, struggling to maintain her composure. “Did you see the look on the Chief Inspector's face as he walked in? ‘ You horrible pervert!' Absolutely priceless… But seriously Catherine, you have to be more careful… that's the second complaint from the Police about you. You may lose your job unless you can pull yourself together!” Mistress XS gave up the struggle to retain her composure and openly laughed out loud.

Tears running down her cheeks, she said. “I see you've found the other packages. I know you want a bath and some sleep now, but before you ignore me I've got something to show you….”

The picture showed Lynne! She was standing over the wooden pony which had so recently been used to torture Beth! Her legs were yet to be drawn apart and, although there were no weights attached to her nipples, she was set up on the pony. For now she was just able to stand on tiptoe and avoid impaling her naked cunt on the needle studded edge.

“You go and have your bath and a nap and I'll set Lynne up on the Pony. I'll also have Dr Zorhof rip the ‘baby' out of Katie and we'll keep Hannah where she is for another week. Your choice, of course, but if you want to save Katie, Hannah and your dear Lynne then you need to do this next task for me!”

Catherine felt too weak to resist and began to cry. “Good, I'll take that as a yes!” Said Mistress XS. “Now open the envelope and the packages please.”

Catherine opened them. She was confused. She found herself with a number of pieces of paper, some sticky labels and a bundle of clear shiny black rubber.

“There's some text on the pieces of paper; I wonder if you'd be kind enough to write it on the labels please.” Despite the obvious politeness of the message, Catherine was left in no doubt as to whether she had a choice in the matter.

She was confused by the instruction. She was being asked to inscribe labels with various bits of text referring to the original Saavik and Zorhof case: it didn't make sense.

When she had finished she was instructed to go and find a pair of shoes, “Those nice high red ones you've got; you know, the ‘fuck me' pumps you used to wear for Lynne.” It scared Catherine how much these people knew about her life.

Once she had the shoes on, a painful experience with her raw feet, she was told to put the rubber clothing on over the leather underwear.

“First, the baby pants, please.”

Catherine found a pair of rubber pants in amongst the bundle of black rubber. They weren't all black, these were a large pair of shiny black rubber panties with red rubber frills across them!

She pulled the rubber pants over the top of the leather lingerie and was horrified how huge the made her ass look! The frills were enormous and stood out fulsomely from the underlying panties and, Catherine realised to her horror, they had white writing across the seat which ran through the ruffles and spelled the word ‘SLAVE' boldly across her ass!.

“Somewhere in there you'll find a collar with a gag attached. I'd like you to put that on next please.” Mistress XS said.

In amongst the mass of rubber, Catherine found the collar. It was a high, stiff, collar, made from leather covered in the shiny black rubber. Across the front it had “Group XS” inscribed on it in white letters and from it hung a large black rubber ball on a length of what looked like rubber pipe. Dangling down from it was another length of pipe with a box about the size of a cigarette packet at the end. From the box trailed two thin wires which ended in small plugs.

Catherine was perplexed as she put the collar around her neck, noting as she did so that this was another blessed device with a padlock instead of a buckle to fasten it!

Around her neck went the collar and she realised she was unable to look down, the neck was so high.

“Now, plug those wires into the two boxes on your left hand side, one on the bra and one on the panties please.” Mistress XS ordered.

Catherine suddenly had a bad feeling about this. The gag was now effectively attached to the electrical stuff which had been shocking her genitals and tits for the past hours. Fortunately the batteries had seemed to have died… that is until now. As she put the first plug in the box on her panties she felt an enormous jolt of pain shoot through her clitoris, cunt and ass. She let out a cry of pain.

“Oh! You poor thing! I should have warned you to put the gag in your mouth first… silly me.” Mistress XS intoned. “If you bite hard on that ball the pain should stop.”

Sure enough, once she'd crammed the over-sized ball in her mouth and was biting on it firmly the flow of electricity stopped as suddenly as it had started. “Clever, isn't it? It works on air pressure, just remember that, as long as you bite on it the electricity stops. As soon as you release your grip it'll start again. We use it here when we're trying to stop a slave from going to sleep; it's very effective, don't you think?”

Catherine could make no comment, although she determined to unplug both leads as soon as she had the opportunity.

“Right, you're almost ready I think.” Mistress XS hesitated and then said, “You've just got your coat to put on. We thought it might be wet, so we've provided you with a raincoat to wear.”

Catherine eyed the remaining bundle of shimmering rubber. The implication was obvious; she was going to have to go outside! It was also obvious to Catherine that there was hardly a cloud in the sky, and that the coat was for show rather than any form of weather protection.

She gingerly picked the coat up and began to look for the sleeves.

There were none!

Mistress XS obviously saw how perplexed she was, and interjected, “They're on the inside, you dumb ass!”

Catherine saw that running down either side of the coat on the inside there were two tubes of rubber which could be described as sleeves. She wondered how she was supposed to fasten the zipper at the front if her arms were to go in the sleeves.

“You'll need to go downstairs in a minute and get that nice doorman to do your zipper up; I'm sure he'll be happy to oblige!” Mistress XS said. “Of course, you have to ask him which means you'll have to take the gag out and ask him very nicely to put that back in your mouth as quickly as possible!”

She paused in her oration. “Now, I need to tell you what you're doing. I'm afraid I've been rather silly and posted the keys to your clothing to your office; you'll need to go there and pick them up!”

Catherine flushed bright scarlet at the thought of having to make her way to work dressed like this, along the crowded streets and into her office where everyone would see her! She was on the verge of letting the gag out of her mouth and, despite the pain she would receive as a result, telling the vile woman just what she could do with her fucking keys!

And then the picture changed to show Lynne, precariously balanced above the horse.

“I'll give you an hour. One minute later and you won't save Lynne, Katie and Hannah from their fate.” She said. “And do bear in mind we'll be watching you, so don't think of not doing as you're told!”

The screen went blank.

Catherine looked at the clock. She could be at work in 15 minutes and easily back in an hour. She'd save Lynne and just have to suffer the eternal embarrassment of parading in front of her colleagues dressed like a rubber slave!

She teetered towards the door on her heels, draping the rubber raincoat over her shoulders to preserve what she could of her modesty as she did so. Sadly, as she quickly realised, the coat fell far short of covering very much at all; it barely came below her waist once she'd got it over her shoulders, and her blush intensified as she realised anyone standing behind her would read the message on her ass and see her as a self-confessed slave!

She rode down to the lobby in the elevator, thankfully without bumping into any of her neighbours, and went nervously up to the man on the door.

His eyebrows and gaze told it all as she crossed towards him, all rubber, red shoes, collar and gag. She took the gag out of her mouth and immediately half doubled as she felt the electric pain shoot through her. “Please!” She said to the doorman, “Could you put this coat on me? I'm going to a fetish party but can't get it on by myself.”

She'd thought of the fetish party excuse as she rode down in the elevator. It had seemed convincing then but didn't now. The doorman's eyes told her he didn't believe a word of it. Nevertheless he obliged. He pulled the garment up onto Catherine's arms, having to tug a little as the sleeves were tighter than she thought, and then zipped it closed.

As he tugged it up, she could feel him pressing against her and was acutely aware that there was a growing bulge in his trousers! “Listen Miss.” He said as he pulled the zip up. “I'm not sure what you're into, but if you ever need someone to help you give me a call.” With that there was a sharp ‘click!' as he snapped the zipper shut.

“Cool!” He said. “It even locks on.” Thinking he was being funny he added, “I hope you've got the key somewhere!”

“Please!” Catherine said. “I don't have time – could you just put the gag back in my mouth so I can get on? I'm in rather a hurry.”

Once the gag was installed in place, Catherine hurried to the door and managed to swing it open with her shoulder, aware, as she did so, of the doorman's eyes following her every inch of the way. As if the embarrassment of the doorman seeing her were not enough, just before she got the door open, she heard him say, “Hello Mrs Sachs! Have you seen Miss Grace there? She's off to a fetish party… or so she tells me.”

Catherine didn't have time to hear anything more. It was enough to know that one of her neighbours had seen her too as she managed the door open and went out onto the pavement.

It isn't everyday you see a girl in a sleeveless black rubber coat making her way down the street. Certainly not one with “slave” emblazoned across her ass and wearing a collar and gag. For this reason Catherine felt every set of eyes on the street turn towards her and stare as she went past.

Poor Catherine. Not only did she have the stares of everyone on the street to contend with, she still had the office gossips to come.

Still, she thought as one passer by, presumably a tourist, pulled out a camera and took a series of photographs of her, at least I'll manage to save Lynne. With this thought in mind she hurried on to the sound of the avid tourist snapping away with her camera.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 21

Date Monday 25 th October 11.20

As Catherine made her embarrassing journey to work to try and find the keys which would unlock her clothing, Lynne stood on trembling legs trying to avoid impaling herself on the needle-studded edge of the pony.

As she stood there she was aware of two newcomers entering the dungeon in which she Katie and Hannah were being held pending Catherine's return.

She was praying Catherine would be back before she was forced to endure more torture, and was only dimly aware of the cameras and other people in the room; her struggle to remain upright above the spikes had become so great.

One of the newcomers crossed the room and stood before her. At first Lynne was only dimly aware of the man in the dark uniform standing in front of her. Then her eyes focused and she let out a muffled cry of anguish.

She was staring into the familiar eyes of Judge Kellerman!

She'd sat in court many times, keeping the court record, while this man had been dispensing justice. Now he was standing before her wearing a Nazi uniform!!!

He was joined by a woman, dressed in a similar uniform, who put her arm around the man and stood staring at Lynne's discomfort with obvious enjoyment.

Lynne knew she recognised this woman too, but could not place her.

“How nice to see you again,” Judge Kellerman said, as if he were meeting Lynne at a social gathering, “I don't know if you've met my wife?” The woman reached forward with her right hand, to Lynne it felt almost as if she were about to shake hands, and stroked Lynne's left nipple.

“We're so looking forward to getting better acquainted.” She said as her gloved fingers gently kneaded the nipple erect. “There's so much we can do to these…” She said dreamily. Suddenly her fingers locked round the erect nipple in a vice-like grip and twisted through 90 degrees.

Lynne let out a cry through her gag and momentarily lost her footing, slumping down on the spiked ridge of the pony.

“We may not get the chance, my dear.” Judge Kellerman said to his wife. “We have other plans for Lynne here if you remember?”

Mrs Kellerman's expression changed as her husband spoke and she relaxed her grip allowing Lynne to regain her strained stance astride the spikes. “Yes, I know. But it would be such a shame not to have one little play with her, don't you think?”

Lynne had no idea what they were talking about - to her it sounded as if her days were numbered.

“Let's go and see how Becky and her friends are getting along, shall we?” Judge Kellerman said. His wife's expression changed immediately, she lost her dreamy look and Lynne saw her eyes flush with sadistic anticipation.

“Yes!” She said eagerly. “They must be missing us!”

Date Monday 25 th October 11.23

As the Judge and his wife were talking to Lynne, Mistress XS made her way down the corridor to the Rubber Dungeon.

She knew that Lisa Shaw, the lawyer, had returned to work and would not be in the dungeon; however her interest in visiting lay not in seeing Lisa, but in visiting the new girl she'd brought in recently.

As she entered the dungeon, she was overwhelmed by the heady scent of rubber which pervaded the room and immediately felt a familiar warm rush between her legs. Her excitement increased as she focused on the two figures in the centre of the room.

One was Ilsa, the girl who looked after the occupants of the dungeon, resplendent in a black rubber dress and stockings; the other, Kelly Brown, the hooker who had been unlucky enough to have been defended by Lisa Shaw.

Kelly's eyes widened with fear as she saw Mistress XS enter the dungeon. Aside from being bound, beaten, abused and tortured in rubber since she'd arrived here, she'd received her worst punishments at the hands of the evil masked woman now standing before her. Twice now she'd met her, twice now she'd been beaten beyond pain by her and, on the first occasion, had her breasts crushed between rollers until they were one mass of bruised pulp.

“Hello Kelly!” Mistress XS purred. “It's time that naughty, whoring, rubber clad ass of yours had another beating; don't you think?”

Kelly began to shiver with fright. Surely this woman would leave her alone! Surely she could see that her body hadn't recovered from the last time? Surely there was some mistake?

“What's the matter, baby?” Mistress XS said to her. “Don't you want another spanking?” Kelly had tears rolling down her face as she shook her head vehemently to say no. “But you told the nice Judge that you liked to be spanked, you told him under oath. We'll have to get him along later to discuss your lying under oath,” She continued, sounding like she were talking to a naughty child. “I'm sure he'll have something to say about that.”

She led Kelly across to a couple of tables placed end to end and said, “You just lie on there and make yourself comfortable.” As she said this she let her hand run down the thin rubber stretched across Kelly's ass and shivered with delight as she felt the marks and ridges underneath the smooth black rubber. Ilsa had dressed Kelly just as she'd requested. She was wearing rubber punishment panties, not the kind of panties the Group excelled in which were designed to inflict pain; these were designed to maximise the pain of a beating.

Made from the thinnest black rubber, they were several sizes too small for the wearer and had needed to be coaxed onto Kelly with much care and lube. The net result was that her ass was encased in a pair of panties styled like cycling shorts, which hugged her skin as if they had been sprayed on. Her flesh bulged where it erupted from the confines of the panties and, although they appeared to be solid and black before they were put on her, now they were stretched her skin could be seen through the taut, shiny, black rubber.

She wore a bra of similar material which had also been lovingly stretched to the limit to encase her tortured breast. Additionally she wore a rubber garter belt and seamed rubber stockings; she looked very fetching.

Had it not been for the inflatable rubber gag strapped in her mouth Kelly would have been pleading, begging even, with Mistress XS as she lay down on the table. As it was, she lay down compliantly, confident at least that her ass was not going to get another battering if she were on her back.

Silly girl.

“Move up the table, please.” Mistress XS commanded. “I want your arms by the top of the table.” Kelly complied, her head falling off the table as she shuffled up until her arms were at the very end of the table.

Working swiftly, Ilsa and Mistress XS used straps fixed to the table legs to secure Kelly's arms, before Ilsa ran a strap loosely across Kelly's abdomen and secured it under the table. While she was doing this. Mistress XS threaded a pole through the table towards the top so that it protruded either side just below Kelly's armpits.

Kelly didn't seem to notice the pole going through until both women picked up her stockinged legs and folded them over her body until her ankles were slotted behind the bar on either side of her torso. The net result was that Kelly's ass was suddenly not only stretched to the full, but also beautifully displayed. The wide position of her legs, strained taut to either side of her body, meant that she would have been staring straight at her cunt had she lifted her head, the entire crevice between her legs also now on display.

Kelly might have assumed they'd finished once her ankles were roped to the bar, but they had one more trick up their sleeve. Each woman ran a strap around the back of Kelly's knees and pulled until the strap was anchored to a loop on the side of the table. Her knees were now beneath the level of her torso.

On the face of it this might have meant nothing. In a Group XS dungeon the meaning was all too clear… Kelly now had both her ass and tits fully displayed for the ministrations of Mistress XS and Ilsa!

Not only were they fully displayed, but they were encased in thin shiny black rubber and she had no way of protecting her mons which was straining through the thin rubber gusset stretched across it like a drum skin.

Mistress XS stroked her pudendum through the thin material. “Maybe she does want a spanking after all!” She said as she toyed with Kelly. “Look how her swollen her cunt is with excitement!”

Had she been asked, Kelly would have told her that her cunt was swollen from the last beating… but she had no such opportunity.

Mistress XS moved the second table out of the way, so that Kelly's body was left with easy access from all four sides, before positioning herself in front of Kelly's ass. She stroked the taut buttocks with both hands, gently caressing and kneading the already battered flesh through the latex, before raising her right hand and sending a hearty spank into the middle of Kelly's left ass cheek.

The blow landed with a satisfying “Smack!!!” as her hand ricochet off the rubber. Kelly froze for a moment before her tortured ass registered the pain, and then bucked against her bonds and let out a plaintiff wail.

“The nice thing about these panties,” said Mistress XS conversationally, her hand thundering in for another blow, this time to Kelly's right buttock, “is that they magnify the pain.” Smack!!! “Isn't that right, dear?”

After 15 steady blows, alternating from left cheek to right cheek, Mistress XS brought a blow crashing down on the curved mound of Kelly's mons. The effect was electric. She bucked enough to move the table and let out a banshee wail from behind her gag. Unmoved, Mistress XS chuckled and said, “I think you'll find there's worse to come!” She looked across at Ilsa. “Perhaps you'd like to start on her tits now. I think she's warmed up enough.”

Date Monday 25 th October 11.35

If Kelly wasn't enjoying her morning, then the same too applied to Catherine.

She had just reached the office and been forced to go through the ignominious process of letting the gag fall from her mouth before begging the doorman to let her in. By the time she had persuaded him that she needed to enter a small crowd of onlookers had gathered in the office foyer, all ‘tut tutting' and expressing their views on their depraved colleague.

Worse still, she was forced to plead with one of them to put the gag back in her mouth once she was inside the building.

Unable to operate the elevator, she made her way up the stairs, fully conscious as she went that a number of the onlookers from downstairs had followed her and were now get a full on view of her rubber frilled ass with the word “Slave” emblazoned across it.

Word had obviously reached the second floor by the time she reached there, because every head in the room was already craned to the door as she entered.

Catherine flushed with embarrassment as she saw the faces of all her colleagues turned towards her. She felt them all take in her arms imprisoned inside her short, shiny, rubber coat. She saw the eyes take in her red shoes, her exposed underwear, the gag and, most of all, the words emblazoned on her collar and across her ass.

Without saying a word she made her way towards her desk. As she made her first steps the room was silent. As she got further into the room there was a soft murmuring of comment which grew to a crescendo as she disappeared behind the partition which marked her desk.

If she had hoped for release in hiding behind the partition, she was sorely disappointed.

Sitting in her chair was Mina Savage, her boss!

“We need to talk!” She said, rising from the chair and leading Catherine towards her office.

Catherine could have cried. Cried with shame and embarrassment; cried with fear that she would not escape in time to save poor Lynne.

Date Monday 25 th October 11.35

As Catherine was entering her office, Judge and Mrs Kellerman were in theirs, well, at least, the dungeon from which they operated whilst in the Group XS headquarters.

They'd left Lynne to struggle on her straining legs and had found Becky.

“Ahh! Fraulein Meyer, I trust you're enjoying your stay in our little facility for Jews?” The Judge said.

Becky was not enjoying her stay. She was staring up at the German officer from a small pit set in the floor of the dungeon into which they'd thrown her naked body after her last torture session.

The pit was basically nothing more than a 3ft cube in the floor with an iron grill over the top and a wooden lid which fitted over that; so she'd spent the last few days recovering from her ordeal sitting uncomfortably in the cramped pitch-black space.

The worst thing about the space was the fact it didn't drain… she'd had to sit in the piss and shit from her predecessors when she was first placed in the pit; now this had been added to by her own waste. The airless smell was overpowering.

As if the cramped confines were not enough, they evil Nazi's had seen fit to chain her wrists to the grill above her head so she had been unable to relax her arms, feel her wounds or even attempt to clean herself in the days she'd been shut away.

She'd been fed twice a day when someone opened the lid and hung a large bottle, rather like a baby's feeding bottle, from the grill. She had no idea what was in each feed, she dared not think, and, had she seen the mixture of food scraps, piss and shit, being blended together - by the guard who tended the Nazi dungeon while the Judge and Mrs Kellerman enjoyed their social life away from the place - she'd have refused to drink it. As it was she fed hungrily on the foul concoction, her body craving the water and vitamin tablets with which it was laced.

She stared up at the legs of the Nazi officer, the light glinting off the mirror-like toes of his jack boots.

“Perhaps you'd like to come out and talk to us?” He said, as if her were inviting her out for a social occasion. “I have Frau Obersturmführer here, and we'd enjoy your company.”

Becky saw movement above her and strained to see Mrs Kellerman, the woman who had tortured her, step into view, her worm's eye view giving her a view straight up the woman's leather skirt where she could see the shiny crotch of what looked like patent leather panties glinting down at her, framed by soft thighs and stocking tops.

“I do believe she's staring right up your skirt!” Judge Kellerman said.

The woman squatted down, deliberately splaying her legs and showing off her crotch to Becky. “Would you like to get a better look? Is that what a Jewish slut like you wants, to see my cunt?”

She let her hand slip down over the leather of her panties, and she pulled the gusset to one side to reveal her smooth, hairless, pussy. “It's very wet you know.” She said simply, pulling her labia apart and letting Becky see the glistening inner folds of her womanhood. “It's very wet because I'm excited at what were going to do to you!”

“Please.” Becky whispered. “Haven't you hurt me enough?”

The woman let her hand move away from her cunt with rapier speed, and she grabbed Becky's hair through the bars. “Shut the fuck up!” She screamed, a gobbet of spittle flying from her mouth and landing on Beck's upturned and frightened face.

She moved nearer to Becky, seemingly oblivious to the stench from within her hole, and said. “You speak when I say so! And, in answer to your question, no we haven't done with you yet! You're a self-confessed fucking Jew and this is a dungeon where we punish Jews!” She turned to her compatriot, her grip unyielding in Becky's hair, “Unless I'm much mistaken we're going to teach her a lesson she'll never forget!”

Looking back down at Becky she said. “And if you have any doubts just how much you mean to us, allow me to demonstrate.”

Her hand came away from Becky's hair and returned to the leather gusset of her panties. She pulled this to one side again, only this time as Becky stared at her cunt, a steady stream of piss erupted from it a struck her face. As Becky recoiled in shock, the woman said “Get that face up and that mouth open!”

When the woman had finished, Becky had urine running down her face, her body, in her mouth and soaking her hair. She felt defiled. To her horror, the man then unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his semi-erect penis and aimed it at her. Once again she had to endure a stream of warm piss hitting her and again she was instructed to look up and open her mouth.

Only once she was thoroughly soaked did they take the naked and openly weeping Becky out of her pit.

They did allow her to wipe the worst of the muck from the pit off her body with a small towel; although, she didn't realise it, this was less an act of kindness and more so they could see the flesh they were going to torture.

Becky looked around the room nervously. She'd hardly seen it before, having spent most of her stay in the interrogation cells and had only seen this room when she was dragged half-conscious into the pit some days before.

The room was large, devoid of natural light, and finished in bare bricks. From the ceiling hung various chains and manacles and the walls were lined with torture equipment. Becky could recognise the whips, canes and paddles, but there were plenty of objects she had never seen but knew instinctively had a sinister purpose. There were also different pieces of equipment, a chair, a table and a “X” frame, all adorned with stained leather straps, whose purpose was only too clear.

There was also what looked like the metal frame to a bunk bed, several small cages including one in a dark corner of the dungeon in which the occupant could only stand, and, most ominously, a set of glowing embers towards the back of the dungeon.

Although Becky's eyes were at first drawn to the embers, a moan from within the standing cage made her move her focus. She felt a moment of hope, realising that she was not the only victim in the dungeon, that it was not she but this other girl who was to be tortured.

Judge Kellerman, or the Nazi Officer as she knew him, saw her gaze focus upon the girl and said, “Perhaps you would like to see the consequences of your actions?” He guided her towards the cage, her legs still trembling both from the fear of torture and the cramps of her horrible confinement.

As she and the officer neared the cage, he flicked on a switch and the area was bathed in light. Becky let out a scream as she saw what lay within.

The tiny standing cage, which measured perhaps 15” square and stood about 5ft tall, had not one, but two girls crushed face-to-face inside it! Becky didn't need to be told, “These are the two girls you accused of being traitors when we last spoke, Alison Wells and Tracy Burns.”

They were crammed so tightly into the cage that their flesh was bulging through the narrow gaps between the bars and they were held with their bodies pressed firmly together. In fact, they were crushed so firmly together their tits, instead of being flattened on each other had been forced together like a zipper; so each girl had one of her tits between the others!

As Becky stared in horror at the girls, she thought it looked like they were kissing each other; that is, until the officer explained, “You like the way they are kissing? It is the Frau Obersturmführer's invention.” The Judge indicated Mrs Kellerman who had joined them and was looking at the two girls with an expression of obvious lust. She smiled coquettishly in acknowledgement of the compliment.

“She put a ring through each of their tongues, well back in the mouth, and then threaded a cable tie through them both! By pulling the tie hard, the girls end up kissing each other!”

Mrs Kellerman gave a small bow.

Becky's eyes had moved down to the girl's breasts, however. Disturbing though the forced kiss might be, the way their breasts were fixed to each other was far more horrific…

Someone had run what looked like a barbecue skewer through all four breasts so they were impaled one beside the other! “You like that?” Mrs Kellerman said. “It's hard work getting it through that much flesh, but well worth the effort, don't you think?”

Becky could think of no words in reply. The sight was too barbaric.

She was also beginning to absorb the marks on the girl's skin. She had become used to whip marks, and there were certainly plenty on the two girls, but there was something else about the two girls which was less easily explained.

Each girl had rectangular marks on her back which almost looked like they had been burned in place…

And then Becky's eyes fell back upon the bunk bed. The metal bunk bed with a wire frame, the wires each helping to form a series of rectangles.

“I see you've spotted that they spent some time receiving some shock therapy!” The Judge said. “They were most insistent that you had been lying and they were not traitors. In fact, they were so insistent; they even stuck to their story when the voltage was set to the maximum.” He turned with a conspiratorial whisper to Becky, “I think that's when they got those nasty burn marks… just before they passed out! If you think those marks are bad you should see the ones where Frau Obersturmführer had placed the electrodes! But you can guess where those were I'm sure?”

He held Becky firmly by the arm and began to lead her towards the wire-framed bed. “I suppose your nipples and cunt are still a little sore from our last conversation? But never mind, it'll probably help you explain to us why you lied when we last spoke.”

Becky was screaming as the man and the woman laid her tortured and naked body down on the lower bed frame and began to secure her limbs with stained and worn leather straps.

Date Monday 25 th October 12.05

As Becky screamed for the Judge and his wife, so too did Catherine. She was still in her boss's office, unable to explain what she was doing coming into work dressed as she was.

Mina Savage had done nothing to help Catherine out of her self-imposed bondage. She was leaving Catherine to “calm herself down” in order to explain herself and had, in fact, left her on her own in her office because she couldn't understand Catherine's blathering cries about kidnap, bondage, Mistress XS and the like.

Catherine's scream came from the shocks running through her body, from her frustration at being left alone and, as she focused on the clock, the realisation she would not be back in time to meet the deadline for saving Lynne.

Date Monday 25 th October 12.05

At the same time Lynne was screaming as Dr Saavik announced to her, “I'm afraid your girlfriend hasn't managed the simple task she was given. You're going to have to ride that pony after all!”

Date Monday 25 th October 12.05

Kelly was screaming through her inflated gag as Mistress XS and Ilsa carried on with their beating. By now they'd moved from spanking her through the thin rubber to a more fulsome beating.

Her two torturers were having fun as they watched the canes thud into the rubber and bounce back to leave the smooth, shiny, semi-translucent, covering as it was before. It was only underneath, in the flesh of Kelly's tits, ass and mons that the damage was being done.

Mistress XS looked at the clock.

“Oh dear!” She said to Ilsa. “No one's come yet to tell me Catherine's on her way back. That means Lynne's going to get to ride the pony, Dr Zorhof is going to have to deliver Katie's ‘baby' and poor Hannah stays where she is for another week!

She laughed manically, happy that her plan was going to schedule and that the life of the Group's guests was continuing to get worse.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 22

Date Monday 25 th October 12.45

Catherine was still stuck in Mina Savage's office, only now, far from being trapped in there alone, she had her boss and the head of human resources with her.

Mina had, at least, helped Catherine by taking a pair of scissors to her raincoat-like top so that she now sat with the tattered black rubber coat wrapped around her and her now free arms awkwardly holding the rubber over her bizarre bra. Once her arms were free Catherine had removed the connections to the shock devices and she was, for the first time in several days, relatively free from pain.

Mina had also found the typed envelope addressed to Catherine which contained the keys to her underwear, but this was still sitting tantalisingly close but unopened on the desk.

“You have to understand my position, Catherine.” Mina was saying. “Your recent behaviour can hardly be described as normal and, as if that weren't enough, I've just received another call from the Police complaining abut your wasting their time with spurious complaints about this ‘Mistress XS' who seems to fascinate you so much, about people being kidnapped and tortured; all at the same time as you are carrying out all these bizarre abuses on yourself.”

Catherine tried to tell her the reality behind her position, but her explanation fell on deaf ears.

“I have to stop you there, Catherine.” Mina interrupted. “I don't care what you think is happening in your fantasy world – it simply doesn't do the reputation of this office any good to have you behaving in such a way.” She paused, obviously trying to work out how to say the next part. “I've got HR here because, I'm afraid, we're going to have to terminate your contract.”

Date Monday 25 th October 12.55

As Catherine absorbed the news that she was out of a job, Lynne absorbed the two dildos running through the wooden pony deeper inside the soft flesh of her ass and cunt.

Dr Saavik had set her up on the pony much as Beth had been earlier, only he'd chosen to have her head held to the ceiling by a harness gag.

Lynne was sliding down on the same rasp-like dildos which had been inside Beth earlier, the rough edges of the metal gouging and grinding her tender membranes as she succumbed to the pain of her predicament. The lube had ceased to help, and now she could feel the metal scraping her dry insides as she had to sink back onto the spiked horse to relieve the pain in her agonised nipples.

She let out a cry of agony as the weight came off her nipples, mixed with relief as the pain in her nipples subsided and her trembling legs began to relax. The relief was only momentary, however, as the spikes bit home and the pain between her legs began to build.

Poor Lynne was learning the insidious nature of the torture the horse imparted. Within seconds of landing back on the thin ridge, the combination of spikes and pressure between her legs made her start to want to stand back on tiptoes to relieve the newfound pain.

As she started to move upwards again, her nipples sent wave after wave of black pain through her and the rasps once again ground against her dry flesh.

Behind her Dr Zorhof was attending to Katie, who had by now had the huge rubber monstrosity inflated inside her dragged out through her tender cunt. Zorhof had needed to cut her to get the large ball out, and was now busily sewing her back up. She was carefully dragging the heavy needle through Katie's torn skin and neatly tying off each rough thread into a perfect stitch.

Unfortunately for Katie, Dr Zorhof would not stop once she'd stitched the wound where she had been cut and torn. She would carry on until she had inserted fully 40 stitches in the girl so her cunt was little more than a thin black line of knotted thread!

In the background Hannah's body was shaking with sobs inside her leather hell. Saavik had told her that she now only had to spend another week where she was, hot, cramped, claustrophobic and nearly insane with fear. Just for the fun of it, Saavik had tightened each of the straps, or at least those he could get tighter, so her leather prison was now more constraining than ever.

Catherine could see none of this happening as she sat with her boss and the woman from HR; in the front of her mind, however, she feared it.

Date Monday 25 th October 12.45

In the neighbouring Nazi Dungeon Becky's cries of anguish and pleas for mercy had diminished somewhat; not because she had stopped pleading, but rather because Mrs Kellerman, the Judge's wife, had gagged her. She'd produced a massive leather gag, shaped like a pear, which she forced into the unfortunate girl's mouth and buckled firmly in place.

Becky was finding out, the hard way, why the gag was called a ‘choke gag.' Whenever she tried to utter a sound she involuntarily bit down on the leather pear and the thicker part of it, buried deep in the back of her throat, expanded so she found herself having to fight back her cries to avoid the gag-reflex.

They evil husband and wife Nazi duo had not yet turned on the electricity, instead Mrs Kellerman was preparing for a little entertainment of our own. “Do you know my favourite number?” She asked Becky. When Becky shook her head, her eyes wide with petrified fear, Mrs Kellerman continued. “No? It's 13.”

Becky heard the sound of something heavy being wheeled beside her by Mrs Kellerman's beaming husband. She felt the heat from the glowing coals in the brazier before she saw them and attempted to move in a brief moment of frenzy. She scarcely moved an inch and the bed frame, which was bolted to the floor, did nothing other than rattle.

In her frenzy Becky had bitten hard on the gag, and, as her movement subsided into frustrated helplessness, she could be heard gagging deep in her throat.

Mrs Kellerman reached over to a shelf at the side of the brazier and picked up a metal ring. “Guess what I'm going to do with these?” She said, waving the ring in front of the terrified girl's eyes. “And guess how many I have?” She paused while Becky comprehended. “That's right, 13! And while you try and work out where they're going, let me show you what I use to fit them…”

She put the ring back on the shelf and picked up a pair of what looked like metal fire tongs Only these tongs, far from being capable of picking up a hot coal, had two metal spikes which came together at the end! The spikes fitted together perfectly, one having a slightly curved end; the other a matching indent, so that when the tongs were closed they looked like they were holding a 3” metal bar between the ends.

“I find it's so much nicer to burn a hole for a piercing,” she said matter-of-factly, “the hole cauterises as it's made; it doesn't bleed; and, of course, it hurts much more than a simple punch!” She placed the tongs back beside her, only this time, not on the shelf but so the end was resting on the coals. There was a faint whirring as the Judge turned on a fan which made the coals burn more brightly.

“Where do you think I should start?” Mrs Kellerman said brightly as she slipped on heat-resistant gloves. “I know!” She said, sounding like an excited schoolgirl. “You're a Jewish slut, you'll appreciate a ring through your nose to make you look like a pig!”

Becky tried to stop them, she tried to wail, she tried to protest, but, while the Judge, dressed as the Nazi officer, pulled her nostrils back with two hooks on a length of cord, his wife applied the red-hot tongs to Becky's septum.

Had the ends of the bars been sharp they would have pierced through the cartilage in her nose in a fraction of a second; as it was Mrs Kellerman held them patiently in place while the blunt end burned their way through. It still didn't take long, but, to Becky, it felt like forever.

She felt the searing metal touch her skin and let out a scream as the pain struck home. The gag prevented her from finishing her scream; instead she choked herself. The pain mingled with the smell of her own burning flesh as Mrs Kellerman took her time, enjoying the girl's pain.

When the tongs were removed, there was a perfect hole through Becky's septum through which Mrs Kellerman threaded the first of the rings. The ring was split and she carefully threaded it through before twisting the ring so the split was away from Becky's nose. If Becky thought this first part of the torturous piercing was complete, she was sadly mistaken. The woman then used pliers to squeeze the ends of the ring together before her husband passed her a small blowtorch and a length of metal rod.

She used the blowtorch to heat the ring, again adding to poor Becky's torture, before touching the rod to the split in the ring and sealing it as the rod melted.

“There!” She said as the ring was sealed and she passed the blowtorch back to her husband. “That's the first one done. That wasn't too bad, was it?” She didn't mean the question seriously. Becky was in agony from her burned flesh, the pain of the piercing and the unaccustomed ring through her nose. Worst of all, she knew there were not only 12 more to go, but also she was being permanently maimed for the sick pleasure of these sadists.

Slowly and painfully the piercings continued. From her nose the woman moved down to her belly button before moving down to her pussy. Here she used three rings; one in either labia and one, the most painful to date, through the base of her clitoris. By the time this 5 th ring was in place Becky was attempting to plead, weeping, choking and praying for death.

As she finished with her clitoral ring, the woman said, “Those ones are very useful. We can padlock your cunt shut and make sure no decent, Aryan, Nazi uses your cunt by mistake!” She paused. “Have you worked out where the rest go?”

Becky was surprised there were none in her tits yet, and felt sure they would receive some treatment; also she'd guessed that her tongue was to be treated in the same way as the girls she had recently see. Otherwise she had no idea, or, rather, dared not think.

Her worst fears were realised as the couple unfastened her splayed legs and bent them double over her head so her ass was exposed!

Numbers 6 and 7 went into the soft flesh just above and just below the brown puckered ring of her ass.

Then Becky was lain back flat again, and Mrs Kellerman moved back up to her head. Although Becky's ears were already pierced, she had no intention of adding a simple piece of jewellery to adorn her. Instead she added two larger rings which went through the central part of Becky's ears. Only now was the gag removed.

At first Becky was relieved not to have the choking mass of leather in her mouth, but soon her concerns were realised as Judge Kellerman held her tongue in a pair of tongs and pulled with all his might so his wife could insert another large ring well back in her tongue. As Becky finished screaming and the tongs were removed, she realised to her horror that the ring prevented her tongue from returning to it's normal resting place. “Pleathz!” She said, trying to tell them how painful her tongue now was.

They both laughed, and Becky realised that this was their intention; not only that they intended her tongue to remain strained, but that she would not be able to talk properly whilst it was in place!”

That left 3 more rings. One went in her lower lip and she had guessed correctly that the final two were destined for her breasts. What she had not guessed, however, was just how large the rings destined for her breasts were!

Mrs Kellerman produced the final two rings with a flourish. They were about 5” in diameter and probably ¼” thick!

“I find that if I put the ring too near the nipples, it desensitises them… and you know how much I like to torture nipples!” She said by way of explanation. For these rings she had a second set of tongs. These had massive rods at the end and took forever to heat up. While she was waiting for them to heat, Mrs Kellerman became almost conversational with her victim.

“You know the delight of these rings is the number of ways we can use them to tie, and torture, you! You'll find out some of them shortly, but for now, can you imagine what it's like to be anchored at the nose, tongue and lower lip like those two over there?”

Becky hadn't realised they had rings in either their noses or lower lips; she'd only thought about the rings in their tongues.

“And to have your clitoris and cunt lips padlocked together?” She didn't need to say ‘like those two,' the implication was clear. “Those two rings in your ass will make it difficult for you to sit, especially if we put a large padlock in them both!” She looked quizzically at Becky. “You don't think we'd do that? Not to a whorish pig like you? Well, when we've finished with you, you might like to ‘relax' in our special chair over there.”

She pointed across the dungeon, but Becky was in no position to follow where she was indicating. “It has rings on the seat so we can use the big padlocks to lock your ass and cunt down to the chair; a pole which rises up in front of you, sorry there is no back, so we can lock your breasts to it, your lower lip to it and your tongue! It's perfect for sitting and watching the others being tortured! A little uncomfortable, I'm told, at least for the first hour, but then it becomes merely agonising!”

Becky was in floods of tears as she finished. “Then, of course, when you think I'm coming to let you go, I settle down in front of you with my little skinning knife, my bottle of acid, my paint brush and play with your nipples!” She glanced at the brazier. “The tongs are good and hot now.” She said, picking them up and advancing on Becky.

Date Monday 25 th October 13.15

Catherine was on the point of leaving her boss' office, when Mina picked up a thick file from a tray on the side of her desk.

“It's ironic, isn't it, that we have to ask you to leave just as the appeal hearing for Saavik and Zorhof is about to take place.” She said.

Catherine felt as if the ground had opened up under her. “I'm sorry?” She said. “Appeal? What appeal?”

“Oh come on, Catherine!” Mina said. “Even in your current state of mind you can't pull that one on me!” She waved the file. “This appeal! The one sitting at the bottom of your in tray!” She looked at Catherine with a pained expression. “You need to get out of here and leave me to tidy up your mess. This file must have been on your desk for the best part of a month and you didn't do anything with it. Even if you weren't behaving so strangely we had to sack you, I'd have had to discipline you for your handling of this one!” She opened the file and pointed to a letter on the front. “Look.” She said. “You even failed to respond to the pre-hearing brief and so now Zorhof and Saavik are on limited release!”

Catherine's head was reeling as she left the office for the last time. No job, Saavik and Zorhof on limited release with an appeal looming, Lynne suffering dreadful agonies because of her.

She didn't notice any of the stares or comments as she made her way back out of the office to her apartment.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

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Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 23

Date Monday 25 th October 13.25

Mistress XS was leaving the Rubber Dungeon.

She'd just been told that Catherine was making her way back to her apartment when she spotted a pair of frightened eyes staring at her from behind a gas mask.

She hadn't seen the girl when she came in; she was sitting inside a small box with just her head protruding; her wide eyes staring through the glass panels of a black rubber gasmask strapped to her head.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Mistress XS said to her. The girl, of course, couldn't answer. Turning to Ilsa, she said, “Who is she anyway?”

“One of those two hitchhikers the Sheriff brought in, do you remember?” She replied. There was a look of recognition on Mistress XS' face as Ilsa continued, “Both as dumb as each other! Tried to hitch a lift from the Sheriff as she rolled by on an empty road! This one's Elissa, the other one's Kara.”

Mistress XS looked around, “Is she here too?” She asked.

“No, she's in with Sheriff Judy down the corridor, she's taken quite a shine to her and is keeping her nicely tied up!”

Sheriff Judy had a penchant for bondage, and played with victims in her domain; the Bondage Suite. Being ‘nicely tied up' by the Sheriff meant that Kara was probably at this very moment bound with 150ft of rope in some elaborate Japanese Shibari tie, shrink wrapped inside a plastic sheath, wrapped with 30 leather straps and then sealed inside a leather bondage bag!

Which is precisely where she was. Cramped, constrained and contorted for the Sheriff's pleasure. Had anyone visited the dungeon three doors down at that moment they would have found Kara stretched out on a bench in her infernal bondage bag, ropes, straps and plastic with just her face protruding through an oval hole in the leather bag. Her face was protruding because the Sheriff was writing up some of her reports and needed somewhere to sit.

She'd spent most of her weekend co-ordinating a fruitless search for the two missing girls, and had decided to escape to the peace and quiet of the Bondage Suite so she could write up her report. As she sat writing she realised she'd spent the weekend either looking for the girls (or pretending to at least) or playing with them at Group XS; which meant she'd been sweating and creaming for three whole days without washing.

Sheriff Spite put down her pen and patted the smooth leather-encased head between her thighs, “Hope you're enjoying it down there!” She exclaimed. “You can probably tell, I've been sweating my butt off for the last few days trying to find some dumb-ass girls who got themselves lost while hitch-hiking!” She wriggled her naked ass on Kara's face and glanced down at the pool of satin round her right ankle. ‘They must be gross by now!' She thought to herself, making a mental note to gag Kara with them later.

“Yep! Once I finish this report I'm gonna have to pack you up again till tomorrow sometime, but don't you worry your sweet little face about it; I'll make sure you're nice and snug before I leave you!” Her eyes darted towards a casket-shaped box a few feet away. “Yep, you'll be safe and sound.”

Unaware of Kara's plight, her friend Elissa was about to discover that it was worth not attracting Mistress XS' eye.

Mistress XS glanced at her watch and figured she had a few minutes before she had to see Catherine, so she bent down and unbuckled the gasmask, taking little care not to get the buckles caught in Elissa's blonde curls. As she pulled the mask away, she admired the pert beauty of the girl's face, or that part of it which could be seen above the rubber gag anyway.

She ran her fingers through the girl's tresses and said, “Didn't your Mummy ever warn you about the dangers of hitch-hiking? She should have told you that a beautiful girl like you could end up in the hands of a vile sexual monster,” there was a note of glee in her voice, “who would tie you up, beat you, torture you and then rape you… like me!”

Turning to Ilsa she said, “I've got stuff happening with Catherine soon, and I can't be back until tomorrow, but I'd like to get better acquainted with Elissa here. Tell me, she's been with Judy in the Bondage Suite since she arrived, hasn't she?”

“Yes.” Ilsa said, “She only arrived here a few hours ago, so we haven't done anything with her yet. All I've done is put the gasmask on her; I thought she'd enjoy the smell of rubber!”

“What had she been up to with the Sheriff before she got her, do you know?” Mistress XS asked, a glint coming to her eyes as she spoke.

“I've no idea.” Ilsa said. “Mistress Spite just asked if we'd like her here for a while, it seems she's rather busy at work at the moment because of this one and her friend and she hasn't got time to play with them both.”

“Well why don't we hear what's been happening to her from the horses mouth?” Mistress XS said, a smile coming to her lips as she spoke. Bending down she unbuckled the gag across the frightened girl's face and pulled it free. The strap came free, but behind it the girl's mouth remained sealed by several strips of duct tape.

Mistress XS could have peeled these away carefully, but instead she ripped them steadily, not too quickly, to prolong the pain of their removal. Once the tape was off she pulled out three wads of cloth and a puddle of Elissa's drool which spilled onto the top of the box.

“Pleeeeaaase!” Elissa said almost immediately, tears welling up in her eyes. “Let me go! I won't tell anyone, I just want to go back to my Mummy and Daddy!”

Mistress XS ignored her pleas and was studying the wads of cloth she'd pulled out of the girl's mouth. “These are nice,” she said, sounding conversational and holding up the first wad, which turned out to be a pair of sodden girl's panties made from black satin with a red heart on the front. “Are these yours?”

Elissa ignored the question and carried on sobbing. “Pleeease! Let me go, I can't move!”

It was a mistake, as Elissa was about to learn, to ignore Mistress XS, who swung round on her and whipped her defenceless face with the sodden panties. Left, right, left, right, she swung, hitting the girl a dozen times before stopping and saying, “You'd better learn to fucking listen to me around here!”

Elissa was openly crying, both from the stinging of the sudden attack and her feeling of vulnerability. Changing like a chameleon, Mistress XS bent down beside Elissa and stroked her face. “There, there.” She said, her voice almost soft. “It'll be alright as long as you do as you're told.”

“Now, I asked you a question. Are these your panties?”

Elissa shook her head and was going to stop there. Seeing the look in Mistress XS' eye she mumbled, “No, they're Kara's. The Sheriff lady took them from her rucksack.” As if the memory of her abduction and the past days were flooding back, she began to cry openly again. “They… they were…” she said through her sobs, “dirty pairs, Kara had worn for hiking. The lady made Kara do her toilet on them before she put them in my mouth!” She dissolved into tears.

“You poor thing.” Mistress XS said, carrying on her pretence of concern. “She made her piss and shit on them before they went in your mouth, did she?” Kara nodded silently, her eyes screwed up as if she were trying to blot out the image. Mistress XS made a show of holding the panties out and examining them, “Well I must say you've done a very good job on cleaning them,” she continued,“ why, I bet Kara wouldn't even know they'd been dirty if she wore them now!”

She threw the panties down on the floor and said, “And you are how old, Elissa?”

Elissa mumbled, “Sixteen.”

Mistress XS slapped her face again. “Speak up! It's sixteen Mistress!”

“Sixteen Mistress!” Elissa said, panicked by the slap.

“And have you, you know, been with many boys?” She asked.

Elissa flushed as she said, “Two Mistress.”

“And how about girls, I'll bet you and Kara played around a bit; especially when it was just the two of you in the tent!”

Elissa didn't want to answer, but when she saw the steel grey eyes bearing down on her she said, “A little, Mistress. We kissed and… you, know…”

“Go on, Elissa.” Mistress XS encouraged, her tone once again soft.

“We... played with each other… you know, between the legs.”

“You mean you masturbated each other?” Mistress XS said. “And did you kiss each other down there, between the legs?” The answer was obvious from the way Elissa flushed from a soft pink to a bright scarlet.

Mistress XS changed her tack. “Let's get you out of that box, shall we, and have a look at you?”

The relief was obvious on Elissa's face; even though she'd witnessed the beating of Kelly, she still half hoped she was being set free.

The two women unlocked the front of the box and swung the two doors open. This didn't release Elissa, they still had to unfasten the slide part of the top forward to release her neck. Together the women hauled Elissa out of the box and stood her up.

She looked a picture.

Once they had her out it was clear why the Sheriff had taken the opportunity to give Elissa and her companion ‘a lift.' She stood about 5' 2” tall and had one of those slender frames with a perfectly rounded ass and huge breasts. For a sixteen year old they were finely formed and, Mistress XS guessed, must have been an EE cup.

Her blonde tresses came down to her shoulders and her bright blue eyes, dulled by her circumstances, shone through the dark rings and smudged mascara round her eyes.

Sheriff Spite had not been too harsh on her, by her standards at least, in her bondage – perhaps a sign that she really wasn't able to afford the time to the girl's torment while the investigation was on. Whatever, Elissa stood before the two women stark naked and tied with yard upon yard of hemp rope. It was one of the Sheriff's elaborate Japanese rope ties; her arms secured to her sides and ropes framing her breasts and criss-crossing her body.

As Mistress XS circled the girl, she noted that there was little or no sign that she had actually been physically abused yet; something she would enjoy attending to. It was always nice to have a victim whose body was a blank canvas for the tortures she enjoyed inflicting. She patted her bottom and said “I'm going to enjoy giving you a spanking when we next meet… one like I've just given that girl over there!” She said, indicating Kelly who was still bound and sobbing across the room.

“Please. No!” Elissa exclaimed, this time forgetting to address her as ‘Mistress' and earning herself another couple of slaps.

“Oh yes!” Mistress XS said, before adding menacingly, “But I'm going to save the best punishment for these…” And grabbing her plump, ripe breasts in both hands and giving them a firm squeeze.

“Do you have any idea how many ways I can torture these?” She said as she shook the girl's breasts, her grip unyielding. Elissa screwed up her face in pain and only managed to shake her head to say she didn't.

“You'll find out!” She said. “When they're nailed to a spiked board and I'm using a cane on them!”

Elissa wailed then. “Please, noooooooo! Please just send me back to my Mummy!”

Mistress XS continued, after slapping her again for forgetting Mistress, “Ahhh! Do you hear that Ilsa, she wants her Mummy!” Ilsa smiled in acknowledgement. “Well, Elissa, you'll be delighted to know we can fix you up with a Mummy and a Daddy; in fact several of each! Once you've spent a few days here, and sampled the delights of a proper beating, Ilsa will see that you go and stay in the Age-play Suite just a few doors down the corridor. Won't you Ilsa?”

“But you need to be careful. The Mummies and Daddies there aren't too kind on naughty little girls; girls who sleep around and play sex games with other girls. Girls who don't listen to their parent's advice and accept lifts from strangers.”

Elissa was sobbing and shaking.

“No, in fact,” Mistress XS continued, “you'll probably find yourself getting tortured by them… before they fuck your brains out!”

“Tell me Elissa, have you ever ridden a pony?” She asked, her voice suddenly changing back to the calm persona she had used earlier.

Elissa seemed startled by the unexpected question. “Yes.” She said, remembering to add the “Mistress” just in time to avoid another slap.

“Good.” Mistress XS said, catching Ilsa's eye who, from her expression, obviously knew where this was headed. “Then you'll enjoy the chance to find out what it's like to be one, won't you?”

Elissa looked even more perplexed,

Turning to Ilsa she said, “I'm going to talk to Catherine now, and won't be back to blast this sluts ass and tits until tomorrow. In the meantime, I think she'd enjoy being a ponygirl, don't you?”

Ilsa beamed and agreed.

Turning back to Elissa she stroked her face and said softly, “You're so pretty and I love your hair - I bet you've spent a long time growing it like that, haven't you?” Elissa nodded silently.

“Awww!” Mistress XS continued. “It's such a shame to have to cut it all off!” She turned back to Ilsa, a broad and evil grin across her face, ignoring Elissa's cries of protest, and said, “I'd like you to give her a complete depilatory, and then remove any grease from her skin with alcohol. I want her to be able to feel the nice rubber all over her body.” She looked around the room.

“Then, I'd like you to dress her as a ponygirl in the tightest rubber you can find; I don't suppose she's ever been properly dressed in rubber, let alone one of your rubber bondage get ups, so it should be an interesting experience for her to have 2 or 3 layers.”

She was ignoring Elissa as she issued her instructions. “I especially want her to have one of those fabulous hoods you and Lisa enjoy so much, the ones with the gel hood on the outside and the discipline and thin hoods underneath?” Satisfied Ilsa knew which ensemble she was talking of, she continued. “Make sure she gets to enjoy the rubber as she does a few circuits of our track…”

She looked across at Kelly. “I'm sure she'd enjoy riding along behind Elissa in the trap! You've got that here somewhere, I'm sure, I'm sure she'd find it took her mind off things to go for a ride.” She laughed, thinking through the torture she was about to inflict on the two girls. “Yes,” she continued, “I'm sure Elissa can manage 8 hours on the track; you'll just need to make sure she gets plenty of fluid during that time. I'm sure she'll learn to love the taste of piss!”

With that Mistress XS sashayed out of the room to go and talk to Catherine.

Date Monday 25 th October 13.40

Mistress XS arrived back in the main playroom and was delighted to find Dr Zorhof finishing off her macramé on Katie's cunt, Lynne bobbing up and down on the pony, Hannah still hanging in the leather bodybag and her next victim all ready and waiting.

Dr Saavik was deep in conversation on the phone and standing in front of a bank of screens on the wall, each showing a different shot of Catherine's deserted apartment. He waved as she entered and wound up his telephone conversation.

“Hi!” He said. “That was Mrs van Pelt on the phone, “ he said by way of explanation, “ she's followed her most of the way back to her apartment and reckons she'll be back in 5 minutes, that is unless she's decided to stop and do some shopping on the way!” He laughed at his joke, before continuing more seriously. “I gather she came out of the building in some state and has attracted more than a few stares and comments!”

“Poor thing!” Mistress XS said sardonically. “She's late, upset, her girlfriend is being tortured and things are about to get worse!” She was staring closely at the screens. “They got everything done then?”

Saavik smiled reassuringly. “They had plenty of time. Don't forget, we'd planned on them having an hour and they got over 2.”

She looked pleased at the results and turned away from the screens to Tania who had been installed in the dungeon for the next part of the show. “I think we could start now.” She said picking up a rattan cane which lay beside the girl.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 24

Date Monday 25 th October 13.45

Catherine looked at her watch – she had been 2½ hours!

She was relieved to be away from all the comments and stares she'd received on the street, but was dreading what she would discover was happening to Lynne as a result of her missing the deadline.

As she hurried through the lobby she at first ignored the doorman as he said, “Nice to see you back!” However, he brought her up short by continuing, “The locksmith came just after you left and repaired your door – I've got the keys he left somewhere here.” He scrabbled about on his desk before producing an envelope with some keys in it.

“And, I'm sure you don't mind; I let some delivery men use the service lift to take up your new furniture.” He continued.

Catherine did mind, but was in too much of a hurry to get back to her apartment – particularly now she knew there had been visitors; she had ordered no new furniture and had not asked a locksmith to call.

Having willed the elevator to go faster she opened her front door as quickly as she could using the two new keys. She now had a deadlock on her door to augment the night latch which had been broken when her door was kicked in by the Chief Inspector.

As she pulled the door to, she was surprised to find the lights were on in the middle of the day and, as she took in her apartment she let out a scream.

Her scream was matched by a laugh of delight from Mistress XS, Saavik and Dr Zorhof who were watching her every move from their distant dungeon.

Her apartment, the safe haven she and Lynne shared, had been transformed into a dungeon!

There was no light coming through the double doors onto the balcony because they had been covered with plywood adorned with straps, chains and hooks!

Where her settee had stood there was now a whipping frame; her lounge table had been replaced by a tiny cage; and her shelving unit was now adorned with bondage equipment – hoods, whips, crops, paddles, cuffs and chains.

The hoods were all neatly lined up along the top shelf, stretched over those polystyrene heads, like they use for wigs, and seemed to be staring mockingly at her. She recognised them all as styles of hood used by Group XS, all were evil, unyielding hoods designed to be locked in place and offer the wearer no comfort. The designs varied, one had a funnel coming out from the mouth, another a re-breather bag, a third had no apparent openings other than two tiny holes under the nose, while yet another was a transparent rubber hood with a complicated stainless steel fitting over the mouth..

She shuddered as she saw the line of stained and well-worn hoods, and remembered describing the use of similar hoods to the shocked jury in the infamous Saavik and Zorhof trial. She particularly remembered the jury's reaction of horror and revulsion as she demonstrated the transparent hood and the device to which it was designed to fit…

… onto the underside of a Perspex toilet! The wearer forced to swallow whatever was put down the toilet as fast as they could to avoid the transparent hood filling with the noxious contents of the toilet bowl!

Feeling sick at the recollection, she turned away from them and saw, hanging from the beam she had been tied to not so long ago, a leather bodybag dangling from a length of chain.

Going into the bedroom, Catherine was immediately assaulted by the smell of rubber and leather.

This room too had been dramatically changed. Her and Lynne's bed was still there, although now it was festooned with chains, their bedside tables had gone and there were familiar ‘storage boxes' there – boxes similar to those the girls had been locked inside for punishment by Group XS.

She opened the wardrobe with a sense of trepidation – she couldn't see where the all-pervading smell of rubber and leather was coming from – and stepped back in horror. All her clothes had gone!

They'd been replaced with a plethora of rubber and leather bondage and fetish clothing! In fact, she could see nothing which represented “normal clothing” save, perhaps for one powder blue suit hanging amidst the outlandish outfits. On the floor of the wardrobe, all of her shoes had been replaced with obscenely high stilettos designed to lock in place!

She left the wardrobe open as she went to her knickers drawer.

‘Please, don't let them have been in here!' She thought to herself as she wrenched the drawer open.

They had, of course. Catherine felt violated as she realised that everything of hers had gone form the drawer, only to be replaced with Group XS's obscene versions of underwear. She pulled a pair of red satin panties from the top and immediately regretted it; hidden within the lacy frills were masses of little spikes, and she pulled her hand away quickly. Picking them up more gingerly, she found they not only contained spikes, but also dildos and had locking straps around thighs, waist and through the crotch.

The drawer below contained more of the same; only these were leather creations. Beneath that she found a drawer full of obscene rubber panties and in the final drawer she found evil bras, suspender belts and stockings.

In Lynne's drawers, there was still more. This time little in the way of underwear, apart from one drawer which seemed to contain diapers and plastic panties, with the rest filled with more bondage gear, dildos, strap-ons and the like. In one of the drawers she found a version of the infamous punisher strap-on together with various syringes, needles and carefully labelled bottles of noxious chemicals.

Close to tears at the thought of what had been done to her and Lynne's apartment and their stuff, Catherine went back into the living room to collect the keys for her underwear. She felt the need to strip and wash herself clean.

If she had expected the bathroom to be untouched, she was sadly mistaken.

Squeezed between the toilet and the bath was a throne-like chair which sent a shiver down Catherine's spine. Gingerly she lifted the padded seat of the chair to reveal the Perspex bowl underneath… at the base of the bowl there was the counterpart to the transparent rubber hood's mouthpiece together with the straps designed to keep a victim's head immovably in place.

As if that weren't enough, the shelves in the bathroom were now piled with various rubber devices with sinister tubes, catheters and gags with fittings for the tubes.

With little heart to clean herself, Catherine removed the locks on her underwear and stood naked under the shower, her body relishing the fresh clean water. As she stood in the shower she tried to think what she should do next, and realised her first problem was with what to wear next!

Having dried herself, carefully avoiding too much pressure on her sore tits, back and pubic region, she was pleasantly surprised to see her towelling robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. It gave her a moment of pleasure to realise that the Group XS visitors to her apartment had missed something! She put her arms into the robe, savouring the familiar comfort of her own clothing, and started to tie the cord around her middle. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she realised that they had not missed even this item of her personal clothing.

Her breasts stared back at her, exposed by the two gaping holes cut in the front and, as she turned around to examine the back, she saw her ass through the hole cut in the back.

Catherine wept openly as she tried to cover herself with the robe and went back into the living room. There to greet her was a smiling Mistress XS.

Catherine screamed and raced to the wall to rip the computer's plug from the socket. “I wouldn't do that, if I were you!” Mistress XS said. Catherine ignored her and yanked the cable from the wall, the screen going blank and the computer's soft hum disappearing into an eerie silence.

She breathed a sigh of relief. At last she felt as if she had some control over what happened to her, even if this route would not help Lynne and all the others. She was relieved to find there was still some wine in the fridge, and opened it with shaking hands as she desperately though what to do next.

“Of course you can always just have a drink and pretend I'm not here.” Mistress XS's disembodied voice said from Catherine's computer speakers. “But if you do, you can expect to receive Lynne's breasts in the post tomorrow!”

Catherine dropped her glass, in sheer terror.

“Now, why don't you be a good girl and turn your computer back on. I'd like to have a little chat.”

Date Monday 25 th October 14.25

If Catherine had just received a terrifying shock, so too had Becky Meyer and Alison Wells.

They were both still in the Nazi dungeon, where Judge and Mrs Kellerman were acting out their interrogation fantasies on the two girls. Unfortunately for the girls, both had given different stories to escape further torture; Alison had protested her innocence and accused Becky of being a traitor, a spy, anything which stopped her previous torture; Becky had accused Alison.

Now they found themselves on the horns of a dilemma. As Mrs Kellerman set Alison face-down on the upper bunk, the Judge, resplendent in his Nazi uniform, had explained to the girls their problem.

“One of you must be lying!” He said. “You, Alison claim you are innocent, whereas you, Becky, claim she is not.” He turned on his heel. “Who am I to believe? My only course of action is to interrogate you both together until you are singing with one voice…”

At first Alison thought the solution was simple; she would simply confess that she had lied to escape torture and that would be the end of it. Sadly, the Judge was more devious than that, as she discovered when he continued.

“...But I should warn you, that which ever of you has been telling me lies will be severely punished.” He paused for dramatic effect. “The one who has been lying will be sentenced to life, down here in the dungeon, and be shown no mercy whatsoever; in fact, whichever of you it is should know your new home will be a pit in the ground where you will spend your time bound and gagged in the most horrible ways we can devise, wallowing in your own shit and piss; that is when you're not being tortured up here to within an inch of your life.”

“The one who turns out to have been telling the truth, however, will be allowed her freedom.” He knew this last statement was a lie. No one was ever allowed their freedom from the clutches of the Group; once they were too used, beaten and broken to be of interest to the Group, they were packed off to one of the specialist facilities dotted around the world, where they would spend the rest of their miserable lives entertaining other sadists.

For Alison and Becky, however, the prospect of a chance for freedom was too great for them to want to squander it. Thus the stage was set, much to Judge and Mrs Kellerman's delight, for the girl's to compete with each other to stick to their stories. For the Kellermans it was a game; for the girls it was about survival.

While Judge Kellerman had been talking, his wife had been busying herself with the girls. Having secured Alison to the wire of the bed frame above Becky, using thinner wire which she twisted in place so it bit deep into the girl's flesh, her ankles and wrists fixed to the four corners, she began to join the girls together.

They were fixed so they mirrored each other, one looking down and the other up, both in terms of the bondage and their metal rings. Each girl had the same 13 rings in her abused body, and it was these Mrs Kellerman began to fix together.

Using lengths of chain she padlocked first one end to Becky's tongue ring and then pulled the chain tight to Alison's tongue ring where it was padlocked so each girl had her tongue extended to the full. There was much moaning and groaning from the girls, but Mrs Kellerman was undeterred as she repeated the process with all the other rings. By the time she had finished there were 12 lengths of chain running between the two girls, the rings above and below their anuses sharing the same chain, with a tight cluster around their genitalia and faces.

Twelve taut metal chains fixed the frightened girls together, each bound with wire to the metal and wire bunk bed frame. It was no surprise then, when Mrs Kellerman wheeled the trolley bearing the sinister black box beside the bed.

Both girls were familiar with the device, and the pain it could cause, and had been on the receiving end of the dreadful pain as Mrs Kellerman's fingers danced across the dials and switches. Neither had been in a position to watch the needles on the two displays – one marked “Amps”, the other “Volts” – as they leapt wildly from side to side.

Now, instead of fixing the clamps and probes to the box, she ran a heavy cable from the box, rather like they use for jump-starting cars, and clamped it to one of the uprights of the bed. Then she got two more cables, each with a wand-like tip and attached these to the box.

She was almost ready. By the time she had donned a pair of heavy rubber gauntlets, just to make sure she didn't give herself a shock, and pulled a chair close to the bed frame, she was ready to start conducting her sonata of pain.

She flicked the ‘On' switch and the room was filled with a soft humming. After adjusting the dials she was ready and nodded to her husband as she held one wand in each hand.

“Now,” He said, addressing the two girls, “I'd like you to tell me which of you is the spy, and which is not.” He paused while the girls garbled their innocence to him.

Then Mrs Kellerman touched the two wands to two of the chains. The one in her left hand touched the chain connecting the girls' anal rings while her right hand touched the one between their tongue rings. There was a spattering of sparks as the rods made contact and the electricity surged along the chains and through the bed frame. For a moment it seemed as if the girls were not affected by the current, then, as their bodies registered the terrifying jolt of electricity, they became rigid before starting to tremble.

Mrs Kellerman held the two wands steadily against the chains, a faint smile of pleasure on her face as she did so. To her the two girls, each emitting low groaning sounds, were a site of pure pleasure and she held the wands in place for a full 20 seconds. As she did so she felt a huge wave of sexual pleasure course through her body and became aware that her juices were flowing freely into her panties.

The smile on her face intensified. Not only would they make a nice treat for someone to lick clean, but also she knew she would need to have some serious attention before long. Perhaps, she thought, she'd face fuck one of these girls later while she brushed acid into her peeled tits.

Once the electricity had stopped the girls were free to scream. Each let out a plaintiff wail before sobbing and pleading for release.

“Just tell me which is the spy, and it'll all be over.” Judge Kellerman explained. He waited for they're indecipherable babble to subside before signalling to his wife.

This time she used both breast chains to conduct the current with similarly spectacular results.

On and on the electrical torture went. The current was slowly increased as the girls grew tired and their reactions lessened. The sparks grew larger and more intense and the wet patch in Mrs Kellerman's panties grew larger too: much larger.

In the end the girls were spent and it was questionable whether either was fully conscious.

“You know what?” Judge Kellerman said as he surveyed their almost lifeless bodies. “I think I'm inclined to believe you both…”

In her dark world of pain, Becky saw a glimmer of light. Perhaps he would set them both free!

“… which makes both of you spies!” He smiled broadly. “That means both of you get the life sentence!” He paused as if he'd had a sudden thought. “Of course, we only have one pit in the floor. But never mind; I'm sure we'll manage to squeeze you both in somehow!”

The glimmer of light faded into blackness for Becky.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 25

Date Monday 25 th October 14.35

When Catherine got over her shock at hearing Mistress XS' voice, she plugged the computer back in the screen sprang instantly to life with a picture from the XS dungeons; even before her PC had finished starting up. As she stared at her tormentors, she realised this meant they were now somehow plugged directly into screen.

Mistress XS was dressed in black rubber – bra, panties, stockings, even a suspender belt and gloves – which, under normal circumstances, Catherine might have found sensual. She had her back to the camera when the screen came on, and appeared to be standing in front of school desk or similar with a thin cane in her hand. As Catherine watched she raised the cane high above her head and brought it down ferociously hard on the top of the ‘desk'.

There was a heavy ‘Thwackkk!!!' followed by a sickening muffled scream.

Mistress XS moved to one side to get her next blow in and this enabled Catherine to see that she wasn't standing in front of a school desk, but rather a frame under which a girl was lying with her feet lifted up and locked through a set of stocks. She was using the bastinado on the girl's feet!

Catherine had been told by the girls at the time of the court case just how painful this punishment was, that afterward your feet hurt for days, standing was difficult and walking damn near impossible.

‘Thwackkk!!!' The bastinado landed again. Again there was a blood-curdling scream. ‘Thwackkk!!!' ‘Thwackkk!!!' ‘Thwackkk!!!'

Catherine could see the recipient of the bastinado trying in vain to move her feet, however the stocks held firm and her torso had been so firmly strapped her struggles barely elicited any movement. Catherine studied the girl being beaten and realised that her body, legs and breasts bore the tell-tale signs of having been whipped with the wire whip. As the camera moved in she was able to see words tattooed on her body… it was Tania!

Mistress XS must have received some unseen signal that Catherine was watching because, without looking up or even stopping her beating, she said “Ah Catherine! So glad you decided to join us again… it's just such a pity you weren't back in time!”

Then she did stop and turned to face the camera. Catherine could see the evil sadistic glint in her cold grey eyes as she continued. “I promised that if you weren't back in time I would let poor Lynne and the others suffer – and I never go back on my promises…”

“Please… nooooo!” Catherine said to herself without thinking that Mistress XS would hear her.

“What's that? Are you pleading for them? Well perhaps we'll have to see if there is some way you can lessen their punishment – but mark my words; I said lessen not prevent! But while I think about it perhaps you'd like to watch Tania here having the soles of her feet beaten…”

“I'm told it's rather painful, but then just thinking that is making me very wet!” Mistress XS reached down with her left hand which squeaked as she provocatively rubbed her rubber-clad crotch. For a moment she seemed to lose herself as her hand rubbed back and forth.

“Oh yes, Catherine, it's making me very wet just thinking about the pain I'm causing Tania, Lynne and your other friends. If you were here now I'd want your tongue pressed in here,” she pointed to the crotch of her rubber underwear, “lapping my cunt juices. What a wonderful thought!” She said before snapping back to reality.

“But that will have to wait for now… Meantime let me finish with Tania here. You know, Dr Zorhof has had a look at Raisa, Michelle and Tania and thinks they'll recover better with a bit of fresh air and exercise, and we've got just the thing for them.” She turned back to Tania's raised feet and lifted the bastinado into the air. She paused. “Now where was I?” Tania tried to say something but her gag prevented anything other than a muffled “Mmmmphhh!!” to come out. “Do you know, what with chatting to Catherine and all, I've completely forgotten! I guess we'll just have to start again with both feet!” Mistress XS said with a cruel laugh.

Catherine had no idea how many strokes Tania had received, but over the course of the next 10 minutes she witnessed 40 more blows on each foot. By the end Tania seemed to have lost her voice, either that or she had lapsed into unconsciousness, because her screams faded to the point where they were barely audible whimpers.

Mistress XS released Tania from the stocks and unfastened the belts which held her body down before helping the dazed girl, almost tenderly Catherine thought, to her feet. It was obvious that Tania could stand no pressure on her feet and two times she collapsed back to the floor before she was able to hobble gingerly after Mistress XS, who led the naked and battered Tania across the room and through a heavy wooden door. As she opened the door the room was flooded with bright light and Catherine found herself blinking until her eyes adjusted. The camera trailed after Mistress XS as they emerged outside the building.

If Catherine had been hoping there might be a clue as to the building's whereabouts from the outside shots she was sorely disappointed. The outside the pair had walked into was a large courtyard enclosed by high brick walls on all sides – more like a prison courtyard than anything.

Catherine's eye was caught by the sight of five girls who were already in the open space ahead of Tania and Mistress XS. She immediately knew who two of them were – the marks on their naked bodies were enough to tell her that Tania was rejoining her friends, Michelle and Raisa. She recognised neither of the other three, one was a stocky woman wearing a militaristic leather uniform, the other two young girls, or so it seemed from the way they were dressed, who appeared to be at either end of a washing line!

It was Michelle and Raisa who really caught Catherine's eye. They were walking at either end of what looked like a 20ft horizontal pole, their wrists and necks held in pillories which were an integral part of the pole. At the centre of the pole there was a tall upright spindle which was being turned by them as they walked. From the top of that upright, a chain was driving what looked like a half-submerged waterwheel beside them. Catherine did not like the look of this at all.

“We like the girls to get a little exercise here.” Mistress XS said conversationally. “And I'm sure it will help these three to recuperate, although I imagine the gravel is a little uncomfortable on their bruised feet!” Mistress XS marched Tania past the spindle being turned by Raisa and Michelle to the waterwheel. Tania obviously knew what was coming, and her terror was abundantly apparent.

Mistress XS put a brake on the wheel and Catherine could see what was going to happen. There were straps attached to the wheel such that Tania, or any other girl for that matter, could be secured with her back to the wheel! This would mean that every time the wheel went around, she would go around. Every time the wheel went around she would spend a third of the time, or virtually so, with her head below ground-level in the water in the trough through which the wheel paddled. If only it were water in there, Catherine thought to herself as she worked out the devious device, but she knew Mistress XS and the others in her Group too well to think they would waste an opportunity to half-drown a slave in water when there was plenty of slurry and other waste around!

In short order Mistress XS had the protesting Tania secured to the wheel, and then she bent down behind the wheel and produced what looked like three lengths of short, heavy, chain with bells on the end! Catherine was unsure how she intended to use these until she saw the clamps on the other end of each length of chain.

Three chains. Three clamps. It was frighteningly obvious.

Sure enough Mistress XS clipped first one, then the second, onto Tania's already abused nipples before gently teasing her clitoris and clamping the third on the head of her most sensitive private part. Tania screamed when the third clamp bit home, she screamed like a wild animal and tried to shake herself free of her bonds: to no avail. Mistress XS simply smiled to herself and rubbed her crotch with a look of pure sadistic joy on her face.

Catherine realised what would happen to those clamps and the heavy pieces of chain as Tania made her way round on the wheel. The weights would be pulling her nipples down as she went up on the wheel and then, as Tania became inverted as the wheel took her over the top, the weight would transfer to stretch her nipples and clit in the other direction!

Mistress XS had one last ‘surprise' for Tania… she changed her gag for a ring gag which would keep her mouth wide open; even as she trailed through the foul liquid in the trough under the wheel!

Once she was satisfied that Tania was suitably uncomfortable and suitably prepared, Mistress XS let off the brake. Sure enough the wheel started to turn and Tania began to rise upwards. Gradually she crossed the apex of the wheel and her head began to descend downwards towards the trough which Catherine could now see was full of brown, stagnant-looking, heavy liquid.

As Tania began to descend the chains hanging from her nipples and clit fell down under their own weight and the bells on the end of the chain jangled as Tania herself let out a short scream. “It's like one of those wind chime things people have in the garden, isn't it Catherine? A simple thing which plays wonderful music!” Mistress XS commented.

“I love this device!” she continued as Tania's ring-gagged and frightened face disappeared below the level of the liquid. “If the girls keep walking she should be under there no more than 30 seconds; if they stop while she's under there… well, that's a different matter! But of course they could stop when she's out of the shitty water and then where would we be? That's why we've designed the wheel to take three people… that way one or other of them is under the surface at all times and they can't stop – well not if they want their friends to carry on breathing!”

Mistress XS stood back and watched the girl emerge from the other end of the trough, her face now covered in brown sticky slime, snorting and spluttering for breath.

“Dr Saavik is a cleaver man you know. He worked all this out while you had him locked inside.” For a moment Catherine recalled her recent discovery that Saavik was about to appeal, and was convinced her current circumstance and the appeal were, in some way, related.

“I can't tell you the maths,” Mistress XS continued over Catherine's thoughts, “but the girls walk about 5 miles in 3 hours pulling that thing around and the wheel turns every minute and a half if they keep that pace going. Of course we swap them every three hours so that they can take turns having a rest on the wheel… otherwise they can keep going round the clock!”

“It probably gets a little cold at night, but then that's their problem don't you think? Anyway, it all evens out, because on a nice sunny day they're lovely and toasty as there is no shade for them… it's sort of like we're basting the ones on the wheel then!”

“But how silly of me! We only have one girl on the wheel now… where can I find two more to join with Tania do you think?” Mistress XS made another show of thinking hard before coming up with a wonderful idea. “Of course!” She exclaimed. “My friend Helga is over there with her two girls! Helga, I wonder if the girls would like to play for a while?” She called to the woman in the leather military outfit.

Helga appeared, having left the two girls Catherine had seen earlier still standing at the end of their washing line.

“Yes I think zee girls they like to play!” She said in a guttural German accent.

“Oh good!” Mistress XS exclaimed. “Of course Catherine hasn't met these two yet has she?” She continued. “Could you tell her what you are doing with the girls and introduce them to her please? She's watching right now through that camera over there!”

Catherine braced herself. She had had bad experiences before when Mistress XS had sprung people on her. For a moment Catherine thought of her poor Lynne before the camera focused on the girls acting as a washing line. They were dressed identically in pretty pink satin dresses with frothy lace petticoats and tight, shiny satin, pink panties covered in frothy frills. They almost looked like little girls.

Almost, that is, had they not been strapped with their backs to upright wooden posts; had they not had their heads encased in shiny black rubber hoods which expanded and contracted as they breathed, hoods designed to make them re-breathe much of the air they expelled; and, had they not had their pert breasts exposed by the low-cut dresses. Catherine could see the rope bound tightly around the base of their breasts which then ran between the two girls to form the washing line. A 20ft line laden with drying lingerie. There were panties and bras, slips and stockings, of all shapes, sizes and colours hanging from the rope drawn between their breasts.

“Yes. I look after zee little girls, I make them feel special I think? I show zem many things. Now I show them now how to wash their private girly clothes, no? Zey wash them with mouth first if zey have really dirty clothes… now zey help dry them.” Helga moved to the nearest girl and stroked her head through the rubber hood. “Yes I treat zem like they my own children. But they very young so they have lot to learn and sometimes it painful for zem to learn I think. You see they both only fourteen… Zey have nice breasts for fourteen I think, no?”

Catherine's mind was spinning. Fourteen? She didn't know anyone with a fourteen year old girl except her sister who had… Catherine stifled the desire to scream “No!!!” at the top of her voice. These were her twin nieces!!!

“They both the same you know, both have zee big breasts for little girl. But zen what one has I suppose other twin have.” Helga continued.

“Oh God! Please no!” Catherine said out loud. Mistress XS looked up as she spoke and said “What you don't want it to be… what are their names, Serena and Alex? I'm sorry, but they were just too ripe and innocent for us to pass them by! You can imagine how much demand they are in with the Group. I mean two pert blonde fourteen year old identical twins? They've been fulfilling fantasies here all over the place.”

Mistress XS laughed heartily out of the sheer joy of Catherine's internal plight. “Oh yes; they were virgins you know when they came here, but Dr Saavik had the honour of divesting them of that, and by now they've probably had more cock and dildo in the past month than their mother has in her life!”

Catherine immediately thought of her sister as Mistress XS spoke.

“And talking of whom,” Mistress XS said as if reading Catherine's mind, “you're probably wondering what's happened to Georgina ? Don't worry she's safe and sound. At this very moment she's entertaining one of our members who has a penchant for torturing breasts, and, the last time I saw her, she was suspended by them and having them used for target practice with his air pistol!”

“She's really turning into a marvellous slave, and she's been very good in helping film some stuff for you – but we'll come to that later. For now I suppose we should get the twins on the wheel…”

Catherine didn't hear what Mistress XS said next because she had to run to the bathroom to throw up what little there was in her stomach. She managed to squeeze herself round the throne-like commode and retched into the bowl of the toilet. As she did so, her retching intensified as she realised that whoever had been into her apartment had pissed in the bowl and not flushed it – the stench of stale pee was overpowering!

It was only once she had finished that she tried to flush the toilet…

The handle moved with no resistance and nothing at all happened! For some reason, the fact that the toilet wasn't working properly made her want to pee desperately herself and she was reduced to peeing into the foul-smelling toilet and closing the lid on the stench before returning to the living room.

If Mistress XS had missed her audience it was not apparent from the activity on the screen. Serena was already in situ, now naked and bound like Tania, and she was just finishing the bondage on Alex. Catherine watched the pained and fearful expression on Alex's beautiful youthful face, her blonde locks looking matted and unkempt even before she went through the trough, as Mistress XS affixed the clamps and gag to her niece.

Before long all three girls were being spun gently round, the weight from the chains pulling on 3 clits and 3 pairs of tits with unerring force. Each girl being immersed in the trough of filth before ascending to start the cycle again. Mistress XS had been right – at all times one or other girl was gagging for breath with her head under the surface.

“Now then Catherine!” Mistress XS said turning her back on the spectacle of movement, pain and misery she had created. “We need to talk about my offer to lessen the punishment on Lynne and the rest.”

Mistress XS continued. “I'll do a deal with you. I'll lessen their punishment and that of the girls behind me if you do this next task for me. That isn't much to ask, is it?”

Catherine looked at the girls being immersed one after the other, their distress made plain by the frantic cries and screams of pain as the weights dropped and she knew she again had no choice. She was, by now, at least able to reason and so said, “I'll do it if you promise to stop torturing Georgina as well!”

Mistress XS fixed the camera with her cold grey eyes and said “You're in no position to bargain with me Catherine! Besides, Georgina's already accounted for… she's got a couple of days to recuperate in solitary after she's played with our breast torture fanatic, and then she's booked to entertain a group of our more right wing members in the Nazi Dungeon! Why look, we've even got her knickers and bra drying on the line in anticipation!”

Mistress XS moved over to the washing line the twins had so recently been holding up - now it was strung between the posts to which they had been strapped. Towards the centre of the line Mistress XS pointed to a heavy white panty girdle which had a yellow Star of David sewn to the centre panel with a black triangle over the split-crotch.

The bra hanging next to them had the Star of David centred over each cup with the middle part of the Star cut out so her nipples would protrude! The Black triangle was also prominent on the outside edge of each cup.

With a maternal Jewish grandmother Catherine knew the significance of these symbols only too well; Georgina would be in the Nazi Dungeon marked as a Jewish prostitute!

Catherine shuddered at the thought of her poor sister being presented to the members of Group XS in a Nazi Dungeon.

“What do you want me to do?” She said with an air of resignation in her voice.

Mistress XS smiled. “It's very simple really. You have the dungeon there; all you need now is the Mistress! We've contacted a very good professional Mistress on your behalf and asked her to come over and ‘entertain' you!”

Catherine looked at the equipment around her and shuddered. “You'll make things better for everyone if I do?”

“I'll lessen their punishments, yes.” Came the reply.

Catherine knew she could say no. But to do so she was now inflicting more pain on so many people… “I'll do it!” She whispered.

“You'll have to speak up!” Mistress XS said.

“I'll do it!!!” Catherine spat back.

Mistress XS beamed. “Oh good! I knew you would, how wonderful!” she stopped and looked at her watch. “You'll need to get ready for her then. I've promised her on your behalf that you'll be ready and waiting and, trust me, she isn't someone you want to piss off!” Before bursting in to her now familiar evil laugh.

Hearing the laugh, Catherine was about to say “I won't do it!!!” when Mistress XS added, “Of course if you don't follow through, I can just picture Serena and Alex in the Nazi Dungeon with their mother… they'd be very popular! They might find some of the interrogation techniques used in there a bit extreme – you may recall some of Dr Saavik's techniques from Russia …”

Catherine recalled the tales Tania had told of being “interrogated” by the pair of evil doctors when their paths had crossed in Russia . She had described how they had strapped her to a chair without a seat and used probes attached to the electricity supply to explore her body; they had used a cane on her breasts, cunt and clitoris; they had injected chemical inside her body, into her womb, into her bladder, up her anus and watched with delight as she cramped and contorted in agony. Not in the name of extracting a “confession” – they had that already – but for their pleasure.

Catherine thought of Serena and Alex being interrogated in such a way and knew she could not say no. As if to assuage any doubts, Mistress XS continued, “I'm sure we'll be able to find matching bras and panties to the ones their mother will be wearing… perhaps we'll make them a bit more girly, you know, pink and frilly, but they'll still show them as Jewish sluts and have the punishment spikes on the inside and the hole at the ass so they can be raped!”

“I'll do it!” Catherine said once again to the unreasonable demands of Mistress XS.

“Good!” She replied. “Let's get started then!”

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 26

Date Monday 25 th October 15.50

Mistress XS was almost chatty as she sent Catherine to collect the outfit in which she was to be waiting for her visiting Mistress.

“I've told Severity all about you and your desires to be dominated; she's really looking forward to meeting you! She said she's really looking forward to playing with a pain slut like you – I think most of her regulars are too soft for her tastes!”

“She's also excited by the role-play scenario you've devised; but I'll tell you more about that later.” She stood watching the girls turning on the wheel for a while before continuing. “I suppose we better get inside and watch you prepare for Mistress Severity!”

Once she was back in the dungeon, Mistress XS stationed herself in front of the screens which projected the images from Catherine's apartment and picked up a piece of paper. Catherine wasn't to know it, all she could see on her screen was Mistress XS's smiling face, but her next piece of self-bondage had been carefully choreographed.

“Now then Catherine,” she started, “you've volunteered to be waiting for Mistress Severity dressed as her own special rubber-pup! She likes that idea and has told you that she expects you to make a real effort; so I think we have to try really hard to impress her!”

“Now, if you go into your kitchen area, you'll find a bucket thing there – could you bring it round and place it in the middle of the room, in front of the screen please?” Catherine did as she was told, and returned with a strange covered bucket with liquid sloshing around in it. It was strange because it was taller than a normal bucket and much larger in diameter. She was surprised by the weight of it and dared not think what part this was to play in her self-bondage as a rubber-pup.

“Now then there are a number of other things I need you to fetch. Behind your desk you'll find a picture of Mistress Severity; she's signed it for you and everything and I think it would be nice if you were worshiping it when she arrives.”

Behind her desk Catherine found the picture; it was A3 sized, in a frame, and showed a dark haired dominatrix, clad in a rubber cat suit, wielding a nasty looking whip across the backside of another woman. Severity was broad-hipped, good looking and obviously enjoying herself; Catherine recognised the joy in her eyes from her experience with the sadist ordering her about now.

To judge by the welts on the slave she'd received a thorough beating from Severity… The inscription read ‘Catherine, I'm going to do so much more when it's your turn.' and was signed by Severity.

“Good!” Mistress XS said once the picture was in place. “Now there's an envelope, a document and a box in the drawer of your desk – I'd like you to get them out.”

Catherine rooted in the drawer and produced a large, bulging, sealed envelope addressed to Severity. She couldn't work out what was inside – it felt like there were papers in there and something soft. The box was about the size of a shoebox, and the document was also addressed to Severity and, from a quick glance, almost looked like it was a bulky contract.

“Don't bother reading the document.” Mistress XS said as Catherine looked at the first page. “I'd just like you to initial each page and sign the last one.”

Against her instincts, Catherine did as she was told and counted 20 pages as she went through the document. As she initialled the pages she was aware that it looked like a manual of sorts, there were some photographs of the equipment around her and what looked like detailed descriptions as to their use.

On the last page she had to sign on a line which stated underneath that the signature was of “Catherine Grace – devoted slave to Mistress Severity.”

Once these formalities were out of the way, it was time for Catherine to put herself into her rubber-pup bondage.

“Now I want you to go back into the kitchen. In the fridge you'll find some bottles. I'd like you to take one of them out and drink it all down.” Catherine went to her fridge with a sinking heart. She remembered the last time when she'd been given a bottle of ‘champagne' to drink.

Sure enough, her fridge now had a number of large soft drinks bottles in it filled with a yellowish liquid. She had no choice, she knew it, but every sip of the pungent urine took all Catherine's willpower to keep down.

As she sipped the foul liquid, Mistress XS said with glee, “I hope you're enjoying that. It took a lot of effort to collect all that for you, you know. Why I think all your friends and family have contributed in some way or other – not to mention a few of your enemies, myself, Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof included!”

Catherine found herself gagging. She still had a third of the 2 litre bottle to go.

“In fact we're the ones you have to thank the most; I imagine the bulk of that from your friends and family is just our piss recycled anyway.“ She continued with a smirk. Catherine continued to drink, feeling her stomach, emptied from lack of food and her recent trip to the bathroom, swelling with the volume she was ingesting.

Once she had finished the urine, Mistress XS invited her to eat something as well. In the fridge she found an opened tin of dog food!

Perhaps it was her sheer hunger, but she managed to ingest this, eating hungrily with a fork much to Mistress XS' delight.

“Oh! I'm so glad you enjoyed that Catherine!” She exclaimed with glee as Catherine finished eating the unpleasant food from the tin. “It's my own recipe – the cheapest dog food we can find mixed with a couple of tablespoons of my own shit!”

Catherine thought she was going to be sick again, and twice had to fight back the rising bile from her stomach.

“Now that you're properly fed and watered, I think we can get on with preparing you for Mistress Severity.” She said. Looking at her watch she continued. “You'll have to be quick; she's going to be there soon.”

“Now, in the desk you'll find a length of wire.” Mistress XS continued. “I know how slow you are, so I've had someone demonstrate how this goes on. I'd like you to take off your robe, or what remains of it anyway, and follow the lead of our delightful model.”

Catherine found herself staring at a picture of her naked sister holding the same piece of wire. “Obviously we recorded this a while back,” Mistress XS said over the video, “I imagine her tits aren't looking as healthy right now.”

Catherine copied her sister as she placed her breasts through two loops on the end of the wire – they were like lassoes – and tugged the wire down until the loops circled her breasts. Then, still watching the screen and working out how it fitted, Catherine fixed another wire round her waist. This was held in place with a small padlock and fitted snugly, but not uncomfortable.

Having secured the waist belt, Catherine could see that her wire was just the same as that on her sister. It now ran round each breast and had two cables running down her front, through a small loop in the wire belt, between her legs and came up at the back between her buttocks. At the back the two wires ran through another loop in the belt before hanging free for a foot or so. At the end of the wires they were both joined to a single ring.

Their purpose was obvious. If the wire was pulled tight it would bite into the cleft of Catherine's ass, bite into her vagina and tighten around her breasts. What was less obvious, at this stage anyway, was where the pressure was going to come from.

Under Mistress XS's guidance, Catherine then followed her sister's lead and picked up the first of the rubber garments she had been told to collect. “They're called piss pants.” Mistress XS explained. “It's a lovely name, don't you think? Piss pants…” She said savouring the description.

Just as her sister was doing on the screen, Catherine carefully slipped on the shiny black rubber panties. They were a tight fit – but then all rubber is meant to be – and she had to struggle to get them up. Her struggle was less about getting them all the way to her hips, but rather to get the three internal protuberances in place; the two dildos and the catheter.

She managed it, fortunately these were not as evil as some of the clothes in the other room, but it was an unpleasant feeling to insert the catheter.

Once they were in place, it was time for the cat suit. A simple, brilliantly shiny, black rubber affair, which had a large opening in the crotch and over her ass. This suit had obviously been designed to be worn with the piss pants, because there was a small slot, neatly edged with shining metal, in the back through which the wires were designed to run, and the open crotch allowed the pipe from her panties to dangle down between her legs freely. Less obviously, however, there were shining metal studs towards the top of each leg - two on each side. By the time she had struggled with the zip, Catherine was sheathed from neck to her feet in black rubber.

Had she been with Lynne, she might have enjoyed the thrill of the rubber; as it was she simply dreaded whatever was to come next.

Next, as it turned out, was not another item of clothing. Instead she was sent to get a piece of chain to hang from the ceiling, together with a pair of handcuffs and two padlocks which were on her shelving unit. Catherine was startled, as she stood on a chair to fix the chain to a loop, to discover that her ceiling was now dotted with similar loops. ‘These people worked fast!' she thought to herself.

Back on terra firma, the screen was showing her sister had finished doing the same thing. “Now I'd like you to kneel down directly under the chain and make sure the bucket is a few inches in front of your knees.” Mistress XS continued. Catherine still didn't know where this was leading as she complied. Looking at the screen, she realised her sister had just been made to do the same thing and that she too was kneeling in front of the picture of Mistress Severity.

Kneeling there, Catherine felt the tightness of the rubber as it stretched over her rump and for a moment forgot her plight. It was quite a pleasurable sensation even though she was plugged and had wires running round her breasts and either side of each dildo!

Mistress XS interrupted her reverie. “Good! Now, you should have some shoes and gloves. Please put those on too.” The shoes were the inevitable black pumps which were like ballet shoes in the sense that they kept her balancing on the point of her toes; the gloves were merely more rubber to cocoon her.

“Now you should be left with a rubber sheath for your legs, two padlocks, the handcuffs and the bucket. Is that correct?” Catherine nodded and agreed, relieved to discover there was neither a gag nor a hood involved. Silly girl. “Right. The sheath first, and make sure you line up the holes in the top with the four studs in your suit”

The sheath was essentially a tube of black rubber which would hold her legs together. It both strapped and laced together to make sure her legs were held firmly together and, presumably to ensure it didn't slide down, there were two metal-rimmed holes on either side at the top which married up to the studs on each leg of her cat suit – rather like suspenders. The sheath had obviously been designed so as not to reach her waist where it would interfere with either the wire or the tube emerging from her nether regions.

Once she had the sheath strapped, laced and clipped into position, Catherine was wobbling on her pointed toes, her body sheathed in black rubber just as her sister was on the screen.

“Now padlock the handcuffs to the chain please, at just the same height as your wrists are when you are standing.” Mistress XS intoned. The scenario began to unfold for Catherine.

Next she was asked to kneel down and take the lid off the bucket. As she did so she was assaulted again by the acrid smell of stale urine, the sight of what looked like a bundle of fabric floating half-immersed in the liquid, and a peculiar design for which she had no explanation. Essentially, Catherine was staring into two buckets of piss!

One bucket was inside the other, the central one about a foot in diameter and the other about 18” in diameter so there was a 3” gap between the two all the way round.

“I have a nice surprise for you now Catherine!” Mistress XS purred. “There are four pairs of panties in there; one last worn by Lynne, one by Georgina and the two matching pairs of shiny pink ones by the twins. I'm sorry we haven't had time to wash them, but I'd like you to put all four over your head please so the crotch is over your nose and you can see through the leg holes.” She paused as Catherine reached forward to pluck the offending material out. “Start with Lynne's why don't you. They're the black and red pair – I'm sure you'll like having Lynne closest to you! Make sure you get them the right way round; gusset over your nose and the seat over your face!”

Catherine pulled each pair on with resignation. Her breathing becoming more difficult as her nose was covered by each new layer of sodden fabric. When she had finished, her head was largely enclosed in dripping wet satin and silk. Catherine was also aware as she put each pair over her head that the panties had been slit in the seat where they would fit over her mouth. Her heart fell still further as she realised this implied there was still a gag to come…

“Oh you look lovely!” Mistress XS exclaimed. “Now, you'll also find a hood in there. Please put that on.”

She'd been too quick to assume there was no hood; it was wet, slippery and made from soft leather. Catherine was able pull it over her head and found, sure enough, that it had an integral gag on the inside. A huge wad of sodden leather which oozed stale piss as she forced it through the slits in the seat of the panties and into her mouth. Lacing the hood was more difficult than getting it on.

With fingers covered with rubber she fumbled several times before Mistress XS was satisfied that she had laced it tight enough. The hood felt horrible. Wet, cold, tight, and all she could smell and taste was more of the stale piss.

At least the hood had eye holes, she thought, so she wasn't to be totally shut away; that said, the implication with Mistress XS was that she would be required to watch something whilst bound.

“We're almost there now!” Mistress Xs said. “There's just a collar in the bucket to find.” Catherine reached in once more and, sure enough, found a sturdy leather collar, made from the same soft leather, in the bottom. This she fastened around her neck and she looked forlornly up at the screen as her sister did the same.

“That's nowhere near tight enough!” Mistress XS said. “I want it as tight as you can get it!!”

Catherine pulled the collar two notches tighter and immediately regretted it – it became so tight it felt as if her face was turning blue under the hood!

“Perfect!” Mistress XS intoned. “Now, I almost forgot! The tube from your panties should plug into a hole in the gag. There's a thread there and you just need to screw it in hard.” Catherine did so. “Now, if you'll just stand up for a moment and take the padlock with you. You can now lock the loop of the wire to the chain, just below the handcuffs please.” Catherine did as she was told. “And now all that you have to do is lock the handcuffs onto your wrists behind you!” Mistress XS exclaimed.

“Perfect! Just perfect!” She continued excitedly. Let me see you kneel down now!”

Catherine did as she was told and immediately regretted it. When she knelt up she was fine, it was only as she lowered her haunches that the wire pulled tight, cutting into the flesh of her ass and cunt, ensnaring her breasts, and pulling her wrists so far up behind her it felt like her arms would dislocate at the shoulders.

As she jerked back upright, Catherine could hear Mistress XS saying “Aww! Does that hurt baby?” in a sympathetic voice. She knew there was no sympathy there…

“I sure hope Mistress Severity arrives soon, otherwise it's going to be very uncomfortable for you.” She said. “I wonder what it would feel like to have to be there for hours before salvation arrived; I'll bet it would be purgatory!”

Catherine didn't like the sound of this.

“But never mind,” she continued, “you only have a couple of hours to wait before she arrives.” Mistress XS looked again at her watch. “Would you like to see what happened to your sister when we left her like that?”

Catherine didn't, but somehow she found herself drawn to the screen in front of her on which the image changed. The change wasn't too dramatic; her rubber clad sister was still kneeling in front of the bucket and picture - she was kneeling up but, as the camera zoomed in on her legs, each encased in rubber and then wrapped together by the sheath, Catherine could see her legs were trembling.

Slowly and carefully she began to lower herself down onto her haunches. This time the camera focused on her back as she came down, and Catherine found herself staring at the broadening expanse of her sister's ass encased in the shining black piss pants. As she settled her ass, Catherine could see the cable pulling more taut and hear her sister's moan of pain.

If she didn't at first realise the moan was caused by the tightening cable, she soon did as the camera cut to Georgina 's chest. Having started out full, albeit slightly compressed by the rubber suit, she now had a magnificent chest which stood out proudly through the over-stretched rubber. In fact, the cable tightening around the base of her breasts had turned them into ripe, round and firm orbs of huge proportions.

Catherine made a mental note not to squat down on her haunches in the next couple of hours!

“I think you'll like this bit!” Mistress XS purred as the camera moved up to Georgina 's head. Here the hood was looking patchy in colour, with some parts lighter than others, and Catherine realised it was drying out.

To Catherine the prospect of the hood drying was a good one; it would hopefully make her breathing easier and might lessen the all-pervading stench of stale urine. As she had this thought, Catherine was brought up short by a trickle of liquid into her mouth. The tube from her catheter had now filled the pipe leading to her mouth and started a persistent drip, drip, drip of her own piss into her mouth!

In front of her the camera had zoomed in on the hood on her sister's head, and, at first, she couldn't see why. Then it dawned on her!

The leather was now stretched tightly across Georgina 's head, in fact, so tight you could see the seams of the panties underneath and, as the camera zoomed in closer, even some of the detail! The camera followed the line over the top of her head and down her face.

“For my part,” Mistress XS continued, “I've never had a problem with a visible panty line; it means the things on top are nice and tight!” Catherine shuddered when she thought just how tight the hood had become; it seemed now to contour every feature of Georgina's face, it was like a second skin, she could even see the outline of her sister's ears the leather was so tight.

“Of course,” Mistress XS continued, “the leather shrinks as it dries. In fact it shrinks quite a lot. Poor Georgina is feeling the effects about now of the collar shrinking – that's thicker so takes longer to start shrinking – and she has a simple choice to make.”

Catherine looked down at the bucket in front of her with a dawning realisation.

“She either lets the collar strangle her, or she lets the collar soak up some more liquid.” Her voice changed so she sounded like a schoolteacher speaking to a class of 5 year olds. “Can you guess how she's going to do that?”

As if on cue, Georgina rose up and struggled to her feet; she inched her way forward a bit, before lowering her head towards the bucket. Unfortunately, the combination of bonds, her arms being pulled up, and the amount she had to bend prevented her from immersing her head from a standing position. Georgina had to kneel back down and attempt it from this position. This meant she pulled incredibly hard on the wire round her breasts and between her legs, straining every sinew, and forcing her breasts to swell even larger and strain more against the black rubber which encased them.

Catherine could hear her sister's moans of pain as she tortured herself in order to gain relief from the foul, constricting, leather hood and collar. She watched as her head went into the bucket, the urine inside spilling over the lip of the inner bucket and falling into the outside one, until Georgina 's head was completely submersed up to the collar.

She watched as Georgina held herself that way for fully 30 seconds before she emerged from the urine, her hood now much darker, the foul liquid running off her in rivulets back into the bucket.

“I'll give you a tip.” Mistress XS interjected. “You need to soak the leather for between 5 and 10 minutes every hour; that is if you don't want to suffocate! Well, that's what we found with Georgina anyway. And I'll give you another tip. Try not to spill too much of the urine each time. No one is coming to fill it up and, although that bit round the outside works like a reservoir to keep it topped up, you don't want the level falling below the collar!”

As she said this, Catherine saw her sister re-immerse her head in the bucket, and she wondered how it felt to be having to do such a thing in order to be able to carry on breathing.

“Your sister did really well.” Mistress XS said. “She lasted 26 hours before we let her go!” She continued. “Why, she even seemed to get a little sleep during that time! Of course, she kept waking when she needed to immerse her head, but she managed a few minutes now and again. Afterwards I had to punish her, of course, because she'd messed her piss pants; I made her lick the rubber clean before giving her a bit of a session with the ‘Punisher.'

Catherine felt sick at the thought of the evil strap on.

“Still,” Mistress XS said reassuringly, “you only have a couple of hours to wait until your Mistress arrives; not 26 like your sister!” She made another great show of surprise and turned to her side, speaking to someone over to her left, out of camera shot. “Dr Saavik? What day is it today?”

Catherine knew with a sinking dread what was coming even before Mistress XS responded to Saavik's reply.

“Oh dear! I'm so sorry Catherine; it seems I've got my days wrong! Mistress Severity isn't arriving on Monday at 7.00pm; she's arriving on Tuesday at 7.00pm!” She made a show of banging her forehead with her right hand. “Silly me!” She said. “There was I thinking today was Tuesday! Still, never mind, there's no harm done; you're nicely tied up and I'm sure you won't mind waiting 26 hours for your Mistress to arrive. Why, by a strange coincidence, it's just the same amount of time your sister was in the same position!”

“Now that we've got you sorted,” she said, “perhaps you'd like to see what's happening around the place, it'll help you pass the time.” She blew Catherine a kiss. “I'm sure I have some interesting things I can show you!” She said.

Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy which contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence, rape, non-consensual imprisonment, scatology and torture

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 27

Date Monday 25^th October 19.30

While Catherine was suffering in her terrible ordeal, Mistress XS had been as good as her word and had Lynne taken off the dreadful horse.

At first Lynne had been petrified that her painful predicament was to be replaced with yet another, especially when Dr Saavik came to collect her and led her to his private apartment.

Her fears were far from assuaged as he ushered her into the apartment and she found herself in a room which not only boasted a large four-posted bed, but also was adorned with more of the now familiar bondage and torture equipment.

It was a spacious room and, judging by the doors leading off on the far side and to her left, appeared to be just part of a larger suite. Saavik smiled as he saw the look of horror on Lynne’s face as she took in the whips and chains hanging from the walls and the plethora of leather bondage gear.

“I hope you like my room.” He said, “I find it so much nicer than the austere prison cell Catherine made me occupy.” He stepped past Lynne and walked across to a heavy wooden table set a few feet from the foot of the bed.

“Please, come!” He said. “I’d like you to sit down so we can have a little chat…”

As she crossed the room, Lynne couldn’t help but notice the number of trap doors set in the stone floor and she shuddered at the prospect of the horrors which lay beneath. She also couldn’t help but take fright at the wooden packing case, what looked like an Egyptian sarcophagus, a couple of cages – one tall and narrow; the other small and cubic – and another table which looked like a rack.

The table Saavik led her to had a pile of clothing, complete with nice comfortable patent court shoes on top, and three chairs around it – two upright armchairs and a third which looked like it came from the Torquemada. Lynne hesitated as she saw the chair, it was an upright armchair, just like the other two, but this one was covered with hundreds of upward-facing nails!

The seat, the arms, the back and even a footrest were covered in the nails and worn leather straps hanging off it suggested the chair had seen hours of use.

Seeing Lynne’s hesitation, Saavik said “It’s your choice. You can put on these clothes and sit in the comfortable chair or, if you prefer, you can stay as you are and sit in the spiked chair!”

Although she knew there would be a catch, Lynne didn’t hesitate in replying “I’d like the clothes and that chair please.”

“Good!” Saavik beamed. “I was hoping you’d say that!” He pushed the clothes toward the naked girl and looked on benignly as she began to dress.

When she had finished Lynne found herself dressed comfortably for the first time since her arrival at Group XS’ dungeons – she wore comfortable black satin lingerie, stockings and a simple black dress. The court shoes were the right size and were a comfortable height after some of the shoes she had been made to wear.

“That’s much better!” Saavik enthused. “If you’d like, I can let you have a nice hot shower, a chance to do your hair and some make-up.” Lynne hung on his every word. There was nothing she’d like more than to feel clean and look presentable again; she felt so soiled after all that had been done to her she longed for nothing more than the chance to purge herself clean.

She nodded, not daring to believe he would deliver.

“Well, let’s have a cup of tea first, and then we can work out the arrangements.” He said, leaning over to the wall beside him and pressing a button.

Within moments the door which had been on Lynne’s left as the entered opened and a girl dressed as a French maid entered. She watched in fascination as the girl teetered across the room on the tips of her ridiculously high shoes, taking the tiniest of steps thanks to the 6” chain joining her fetters.

Aside from the girl’s caricature of a maid’s outfit - a shiny black rubber dress which failed to cover her pussy, white rubber panties covered with frills, seamed black rubber stockings held up by suspenders, and a token white rubber apron and cap – it was the girl’s face which held Lynne’s attention. Her head was encased in a tight black rubber hood which had pouting red lips and large cartoon-like eyes in white and black where her mouth and eyes were covered by the hood; it made her look like an obscene rubber doll!

Saavik studied Lynne’s reaction as the girl approached and curtseyed in front of them, lifting the hem of her skirt as best she could with hands encased immovably in black rubber gloves and chained to a belt round her midriff.

A memory stirred in the back of Lynne’s mind. She recalled an account given by Tania of her time with Saavik in Russia… She looked at the girl’s chest and saw a tell-tale hole in the dress between the breasts; she studied the girl’s hands which were held in an open grip, just large enough to hold a cock; she looked down between the girl’s legs and saw the zipper running through her crotch; finally she looked back up to the girl’s mouth and eyes and saw that the rubber covering her mouth was held in place by two metal studs so the gag, for that was what she was sure it was, could be removed and the eyes had tiny pin pricks through them through which she would be able to see - just.

Saavik’s eyes were on Lynne intently as she studied the girl. “Let me introduce Alexandra.” He said softly. “She’s the daughter of a friend of mine in Russia who wanted me to help find her and her sister work over here… as you can see she’s settled well into the role.” He smiled conspiratorially across at Lynne who managed a nervous smile back. “I’m not sure she’s entirely happy at the job I’ve found her, but with a bit of training she’s become the perfect maid – and she’s very obliging!” He winked at Lynne.

“Later on I’m sure she’ll let you use her if you’d like – of course I only know from a male perspective, but she’s very good with her mouth and there are some toy’s you might enjoy here as well.” He pointed to a section of wall where a variety of gags for the hood Alexandra wore were hanging – all with the same red-lipped pout on the outside – and underneath these Lynne focused on a series of strap-ons. She felt a strange feeling as she studied these, her eyes falling on the largest, a gargantuan cock which was reminiscent of the feared “punisher” and for a moment didn’t recognise it.

Then she felt herself blush as she felt a dribble of fluid between her legs!

Saavik not only saw the blush, but also noted how her right hand shot between her legs as she hurriedly crossed them. He was pleased. ‘This is going to work!’ he thought to himself. Out loud he said “Alexandra – we’d like two teas please.” Just before she tiptoed out of the room he reached up and unclipped her mouth covering and extracted a large rubber plug. Underneath the covering she still wore the same pout; only this time she was free to talk and, or so Lynne guessed, request the tea.

“Now.” Saavik continued, turning to Lynne. “We need to think about that shower and so on.” He paused as if considering a weighty problem. “You see, I have a problem. We have an empty seat at the table and I need either you, or someone else, to be sitting in it.”

Lynne stiffened.

“Is it going to be you, or should we find someone else?”

Lynne couldn’t look Saavik in the eye as she said softly, “Please not me: someone else.”

“If you go through that door there,” he replied, pointing to the door through which Alexandra had come, “you’ll find Jana – Alexandra’s sister. Why don’t you go and fetch her and she can join us at the table?”

Feeling a knot in her stomach – she wasn’t sure whether it was fear or excitement – Lynne got to her feet and walked across to the door. Swinging it open she found herself in a room not dissimilar to the one she had left. This one had no bed, but otherwise it was obviously intended for torture and had a variety of different devices scattered throughout. She didn’t need to look far to find Jana.

She was standing bolt upright and naked in the centre of the room.

It was immediately obvious to Lynne why she stood so upright. From above her head a taut length of chain ran down to her breasts where it split to form an inverted Y. Each end of the chain ended in a hook which had been pulled through her breasts behind the nipples.

The chain ran up to the ceiling, through a pulley and back down to her mouth! Of course, Jana could have opened her mouth and let the chain go, at least then she would have been able to relax her upright position, had it not been for the large weight hanging off the chain where it split into a Y…

If she let go of the chain she’d find herself with a 10lb weight tugging at her tits!

She couldn’t reach the chain with her hands – they were cuffed behind her back – and she couldn’t crouch down to relieve the weight on her tits because a collar around her neck had a leash coming from which was fixed to a ring in the ceiling above her.

Lynne had no idea how long the girl had been standing there, and she was surprised to find that she didn’t really care. The warm feeling she had felt on seeing Alexandra and the strap-on had returned and she realised she was turned on by the girl’s plight. For a fleeting moment she pictured Catherine standing there…

As she released Jana she saw a camera above her head, one of those cameras which could swivel through 360°, and on the wall in front of Jana there was an outline of a girl painted in white – rather like they draw around bodies at murder scenes – with her legs spread and her arms held either side of her body. Just to confirm Lynne’s suspicions, there were two dildos erupting from the wall where her hands would be – dildos which would fit through the gloved hands, and a wedge which fitted between the legs. With a rush of excitement Lynne realised that Alexandra had spent her time watching her sister’s predicament, her hands over two dildos and her crotch pressed against the wedge, her feet spread wide so they fitted into the space marked on the wall and floor; wholly able to move but restrained by the threat of punishment if she was observed by the camera!

The rush of excitement was the realisation that Saavik had complete control of the two girls and that Alexandra could have gone to her sister’s aid had it not been for the fear he had invoked in her.

Enjoying her new-found sense of control for the first time since she had been with Catherine, Lynne returned to Saavik trailing Jana on the end of a leash.

“Ahh! Jana – how nice of you to join us!” Saavik said as they came back into the room. “Please – take a seat.” He said, pointing to the viciously spike chair. Jana pulled back at the sight of the chair and Saavik said “Lynne, if you would, please – see that our guest is sitting, err, comfortably!”

As Lynne guided the reluctant Jana to the seat, she saw that Saavik had fitted a metal butt plug which glistened with lubricant to the seat while she had been out of the room. Inwardly she admired the deviousness of this – once Jana was impaled on the plug she wouldn’t be able to raise herself from the seat without pulling against the dull wide edge of the plug.

What she didn’t realise was that the plug could be adjusted to literally pull the hapless victim down onto the seat – just another nice twist of the devious design!

“Please!” Jana said as Lynne lowered her onto the seat.

Lynne hesitated.

“Your choice – either she sits or you sit.” Came Saavik’s dulcet tones.

Lynne didn’t hesitate – the prospect of a shower, washing her hair and having make-up was too great. She firmly guided Jana over the plug and pushed her down.

“Ahhhhhh!” Came the initial cry from the girl as the plug invaded her anus, forcing her puckered ring wider than it wanted to stretch, the weight of her body and the pressure from Lynne forcing her tender skin to stretch more than it wanted. The cry turned momentarily into a soft “Ohhh!” as her ass swallowed the plug and closed around the stem of the plug.

Unfortunately her relief was only momentary.

As soon as she had engulfed the plug her weight fell onto the upturned spikes and she found herself screaming with renewed vigour. “Ahhhhhhhh! Ehhhhhh! Oh God! No!” She screamed as her weight came to rest on 300 upturned spikes. Her cries exacerbated as she tried to push up by placing her hands on the arms where more spikes pressed against her palms and the dull face of the plug worked against the inner ring of her anus.

“Nooooooooooooooooo!” She screamed.

Lynne found herself able to ignore the screams, and began to fix the straps around the girl’s arms, her torso and over her lap. In a short space of time she had Jana secured.

Sitting back down she was able to absorb the pleasure of Jana’s pain – it was like she and Saavik were watching a specimen under a microscope: watching yet detached from the reality.

“I don’t know about you,” Saavik said, getting up from the table, “but I don’t want to listen to her wailing. Lynne offered no reply; her mind was focused on the girl.

She realised that Jana was quite beautiful; or maybe it was that her agony made her more beautiful… on reflection she wasn’t sure. She was probably only 19 or 20, was an almost platinum blonde with a thin face contorted with pain and had ample, if not huge, breasts. Lynne focused on the two red spots on each breast where the hooks had been while she guessed that they were probably a C or a D cup.

Saavik threw a gag on the table in front of Lynne; a large leather pear-shaped gag sitting amidst a tangle of leather straps. “Here. You put it on her.” He said.

Lynne picked up the gag by the straps and stood in front of the girl, relishing the feeling of power as she pushed the gag home and fascinated by just how hard it was to work the overly-large stuffed leather bag into her mouth. She knew from bitter experience that the leather bag would not only fill the girl’s mouth, pressing against the back of her throat and threatening to choke her, but also expand as she involuntarily bit down on it.

Somehow, when it came to forcing the gag into someone else’s mouth, Lynne found the prospect exciting.

Date Monday 25^th October 20.35

If Lynne was finding the gagging of another girl exciting, the same could not be said for Catherine.

Catherine had been staring at the video screen in front of her for well over an hour before she felt the first tell-tale signs that the hood was drying out. All that time she had felt the steady drip of her own urine trickling down her throat and her senses had been overwhelmed by the pungent smell and taste of the foul concoction in which her gag, hood and the panties over her head had been soaked.

At first she began to feel an easing of her breathing as the four gussets which covered her nose began to dry. Initially she thought nothing of it, but then she began to feel the hood becoming tighter.

It was an eerie sensation, unable to touch the hood, unable to release herself, alone in her dungeonesque apartment, with the hood slowly tightening around her head. In fact, it began to tighten to the point where it moved from being unpleasant to the point where it was thoroughly painful; you see, as it tightened, the hood began to press the seams of the panties into her flesh and flatten her ears, nose and cheeks which had the added effect of making her gag seem even larger.

Once she became aware of the tightening hood, Catherine also became aware of her breathing again. This time it wasn’t the difficulty of breathing through the urine soaked panties, rather it was the constriction she was feeling around her throat.

She took her eyes off the screen and glanced down at the bucket, realising, however unpalatable the idea seemed, it was her only salvation.

Remembering her sister’s plight, she lowered herself gently onto her haunches, feeling the braided wire harness between her legs and around her breasts slide menacingly and begin to tighten at the base of her tits.

As she rested her weight on her calves, Catherine realised just how insidious this torture was; the wire bit painfully into the crease of her ass and she could feel her tits swelling into ripe melons underneath the rubber. At the same time her arms had risen up behind her and she was forced to lean forward to avoid practically dislocating her shoulders; which in turn made her stick her ass up and topple forward ungracefully.

She fell so sharply she wasn’t fully prepared for her head to be immersed in the bucket and Catherine breathed in some of the stale liquid. She had to pull herself back up from the bucket by yanking on her tearing shoulder muscles and embedding the thin cable still further into her tortured flesh.

Spluttering and snorting through her nose, Catherine braced herself to do the same again, only this time she was conscious that she needed to get her head further into the bucket and take a deep breath first.

She plunged her head back into the bucket of foul liquid, pushing downwards so the top of her head rested on the bottom of the bucket. As she did so the liquid displaced by her head flowed over the rim of the inner bucket into the gap around the edge. Effectively, none of the liquid was lost; only that which soaked into her hood and collar.

She tried to count slowly, remembering Mistress XS’ advice that she’d need to soak the collar for between 5 and 10 minutes every hour. She managed to count to 50 before she her lungs started to scream for air and she burst back up from her immersion. Had her nostrils been uncovered, she would have been able to take a deep lungful of breath; sadly they were covered in the now sodden gussets of four pairs of panties…

Catherine inhaled a damp mixture of air and stale piss.

She tried to cough and ended up snorting deeply as her body simultaneously tried to expel the dampness from her lungs and get precious air inside her. As she desperately struggled with her predicament she realised the collar was still just as tight around her neck…

When at last she had recovered her equilibrium she knew she had no alternative but to repeat the process. With a glance at the screen in front of her, upon which a rubber ponygirl was towing her hapless rider along a corridor, she plunged her head back into the bucket.

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Date Monday 25^th October 20.40

The ponygirl and her rider were Kelly and Elissa, now in the third hour of what was promised to be an 8 hour marathon around the corridor.

The marathon had started for them shortly after Mistress XS had left her instructions with Ilsa in the Rubber Dungeon, Ilsa busying herself preparing the two girls for their “pony and trap” ride.

The circuit they were going to take ran around the inside of the Group’s underground headquarters. The corridors of the building effectively created a rectangle which measured about 160ft by 50ft, so one lap of the circuit would take the girls over 400ft. The corners were the most difficult for Elissa to manage, although the corridors were wide, with doors leading to the various facilities on either side, she had to turn quite sharply with the trap trailing behind her.

Fortunately, the members of Group XS had thought about this when they had designed their diabolical torture. Running around the ceiling of the corridor was a chain drive, rather like they use in warehouses, which would encourage Elissa to maintain a steady pace around the circuit. Also, the trap had been designed to be as compact as possible, so that the whole ensemble, the girl pulling and the trap itself would turn on as tight a radius as possible.

Ilsa had started by preparing Kelly. She’d removed the girl’s thin rubber panties and bra so she was left wearing her full rubber suit but had her battered ass and tits exposed. Despite the protection the rubber had provided during Mistress XS’ assault, she was so bruised and battered it almost looked like she was still fully encased in black rubber!

Then she had fitted Kelly with a feeding gag – a black leather strap which fitted around her head with a shiny stainless steel funnel erupting vertically at the front. The part which fitted in her mouth was little more than a metal tube inside a modest rubber ball.

Of all the gags Kelly had experienced in her short time with Group XS, this was perhaps the least offensive and most frightening. You see, she soon discovered that the ball prevented her getting her tongue over the end of the tube; she was left with no choice other than to swallow whatever was put into the funnel!

What went into the funnel was simply water. Ilsa filled a metal jug from a tap and began to steadily pour the water into the funnel in short bursts. Kelly spluttered and coughed as she was forced to swallow, but this didn’t deter Ilsa from her task; if anything it spurred her on.

Kelly couldn’t believe Ilsa intended her to drink the whole jug of water, there must have been over two pints in it, and was relieved when she stopped pouring with the jug half empty and placed it on the floor. Her relief, however, was short-lived as Ilsa undid the zip which ran through the crotch of her rubber catsuit. “You didn’t think I’d stop at plain water, did you?” She said as she saw the realisation in Kelly’s eyes.

Sure enough, she placed squatted over it to allow a steady stream of her piss into the jug. Kelly couldn’t believe how long the stream ran for and was mortified to discover that the jug was almost full again as Ilsa resumed her pouring. On Ilsa went, pausing to allow Kelly to breathe from time to time, but steadfastly sticking to her task. On a couple of occasions she added some spit to the contaminated water, making the prospect of swallowing the next serving of water even less appealing for Kelly.

Once she’d forced the best part of three pints of liquid inside the girl, Ilsa added one little refinement. In the scheme of things it seemed almost irrelevant to Kelly, but, as she would found out later, it was perhaps the most insidious part of the torture which was being bestowed upon her. Ilsa inserted what Kelly assumed was a catheter into her urethra.

She’d then wheeled the trap over to Kelly - a strange device with the sinister air of having built to be uncomfortable.

Essentially it was a metal seat, not unlike that of an old-fashioned tractor, sitting directly over 2 wheels, each about the size of the average bicycle wheel. The wheels were close together, no more than a shoulders width apart, and as she brought the device over it could be seen that they were slightly eccentric; in other words less than perfectly round. This had the effect of making the trap rock from side to side as it moved.

Aside from the rocking motion, as it moved the seat on the trap slowly rose up, no more than a couple of inches, and sat like a mousetrap ready to snap back down. Kelly was unaware of this as the devise was manoeuvred into place; all she saw was Ilsa fiddle with the seat so it lay back down flush. When it did so, rounded metal pegs protruded ½ inch or so through holes in the metal seat so it ended up looking like something from the Torquemada!

What worried Kelly the most, however, was the metal post rising up from the front of the contraption. This had two sets of cylindrical metal ‘jaws’ strategically placed at breast height which looked like they were designed to clamp down on the rider’s breasts. Each jaw was split into two halves, one which would go under the breasts, the other over, separated by a gap. Somehow to Kelly it looked as if the lower jaw was on a lever which would raise it up; she shuddered at the prospect of having her breasts sandwiched in the device, especially when Ilsa moved it fractionally and she could see the inner surface of the metal… it was peppered with metal studs!

Ilsa easily manoeuvred Kelly onto the seat, and planted her ass firmly onto the metal surface where the pegs sent shock waves through her already battered rump. If Kelly thought she could lift herself free from the pegs, she was sorely disappointed when Ilsa fastened a well-worn leather belt across her lap and tightened it so the strap sank into the shiny black rubber she wore creating little mounds either side where her flesh bulged out.

Next Ilsa ran a strap around Kelly’s midriff and the pole, holding her loosely forward; Kelly was relieved that this strap was not so tight she was pressed tightly to the bar. Silly girl, she should have realised the strap was deliberately loose.

With the strap around her midriff, Kelly’s breasts were inevitably forced towards the two halves of each cylinder, one fitting above and one below. Again, Kelly was relieved as Ilsa threaded her mammaries through these that there was plenty of gap between them and, although the underside of each breast rested on the studs, her breasts were in no way squeezed. That was a real relief as the beating from Mistress XS had left them looking like two pieces of raw steak!

Next her neck was attached to the top of the pole with a high leather collar which was connected by a single metal loop through a hasp on the pole. Kelly was now pressed forward towards the pole, her breasts inside the metal cylinders and unable to look down to see what happened next.

What happened next, was that Ilsa picked up a metal rod, perhaps 2ft long, which had a ball, rather like the metal ball on a towing hook, on an adjustable vertical rod at either end. She centred one ball underneath Kelly’s seat and fixed it in place with a couple of wing nuts. The bar was obviously heavy, and Ilsa was relieved to let go of the weight once she’d got the wing nuts in place. Unable to see what was happening, the first Kelly knew that the large metal ball was being raised up was when she felt it press against her vulva through a matching hole in the seat!

She tried to resist, but her pelvic muscles, weakened by their terrible battering, were no match for Ilsa’s determination. The ball passed through her lips and continued its journey inside her cunt until the ball was pressed surprisingly firmly against the mouth of her cervix. Once the ball was home, Ilsa locked it in place and Kelly was almost ready. Her legs were doubled back underneath the contraption and strapped in place; her arms were pinioned behind her and fixed to a ring at the back of her collar, and she was fitted with a hood.

Compared to some of the hoods she had worn at Group XS, this was relatively simple; just a plain black rubber hood which covered her head, blanking out her eyes, but with a hole so her mouth was free. That is, it was free until Ilsa added the gag.

Kelly could not see that the gag - a ball gag on a leather head harness with both a chain and a tube running from it - was attached to a lever in front of her.

The principal, which she would discover once she was in motion, was very simple. If she pulled her head back, the chain pulled on the lever in front of her; in so doing she lifted the lower jaw of the cylinder around her breasts and, if she pulled hard enough, could clamp her breasts so hard her weight was supported by them! Little did Kelly realise at this point that in just a short while she would be desperately trying to do just this!

Ilsa left the tube hanging free – there would be time enough to set that part of the predicament up once she had prepared Elissa.

Her instructions from Mistress XS had been clear; “I’d like you to dress her as a ponygirl in the tightest rubber you can find…it should be an interesting experience for her to have 2 or 3 layers… I especially want her to have one of those hoods with the gel hood on the outside and the discipline and thin hoods underneath.”

Ilsa was happy in her task as she left Kelly fixed to the trap and began to find the rubber clothing in which Elissa would be performing as a pony. For her part, Elissa was less than happy having watched how the other girl had been fixed to the trap and at the mounting pile of black rubber which was being assembled in front of her.

Elissa had always been repulsed when she’d seen pictures of men and women wearing rubber in some of the magazines her friends had shown her; she’d certainly never imagined she would be forced to wear it!

Once the rubber was assembled, Ilsa collected some scissors, water, shaving foam, a razor, lots of strips of waxed tape and the jug and feeding gag with which she had poured so much liquid inside Kelly.

It’s probably fair to say Elissa hadn’t known whether or not Mistress XS was serious about losing her hair until these things had arrived, and it was only once they did that she tried with all her might to escape the hemp rope which bound her. It was a futile effort, she’d been tied by an expert, and so it was that Ilsa was able to fix her in a gynaecological chair for her depilatory.

Suffice to say that by the time Ilsa had finished with the girl, there was not a patch of her body which would be isolated from the rubber by any body hair. Her head was bald, her pussy was bald, her arms and legs had been waxed and even her eyebrows were gone. Looking in the mirror she may not have felt she looked as pretty as she did before, but to the sadists of Group XS this mattered little; the fact that she would appreciate their tortures all the more was far more important!

Once she was completely shaven and stripped of her hair, Ilsa rubbed her body all over with surgical alcohol, not, as Elissa believed, to make sure her skin was cleansed after her shaving, but to make sure there was no oil on the skin so the rubber would adhere that much better!

She then repeated the feeding process on Elissa, pouring a further 3 pints of water and piss inside the choking girl before inserting a catheter similar to Kelly’s inside her.

For someone wholly unfamiliar with the feel of rubber, Elissa was in for a rude awakening as Ilsa began to dress her.

To ensure the girl was disorientated during the dressing process, Ilsa began with the hoods. Just as Mistress XS had requested, there were three hoods involved in encasing her head. The first was a relatively innocuous thin black rubber hood with openings for the mouth and eyes. This was slipped onto Elissa’s well lubricated head with ease, although the fastening of the zip proved more problematic; the hood needed to be stretched so much it took Elissa time to get it fastened.

When she had finished with the first hood, Elissa’s head was a perfectly smooth expanse of shining black rubber, her hairless head giving a smoothness to the finish which would not otherwise have been possible.

The second hood was what Mistress XS had described as a discipline helmet. A much more constraining affair then the initial thin, tight, hood already in place. This one was made with sturdier rubber and had a series of eyelets running down the back which enabled it to be laced tightly closed. Lisa used all her strength to tighten this second hood, giving Elissa the impression that her head was being compressed inside the rubber. Of course it wasn’t, but nevertheless it felt to her as if she had grown a thick second skin over her head. Perhaps it was the rubber, perhaps the tension she felt inside, but it seemed to her as if she was getting incredibly hot inside the second hood.

Once the second hood was secured, Elissa could still just see, the hood had two small openings for the eyes, and her mouth was still uncovered; otherwise her head was wholly encased in two layers of rubber.

For most, two layers would have been enough – but not Mistress XS and her cohorts. Elissa took a third, very special hood and walked the short way from the dungeon across the corridor into the kitchens. Most would have thought it bizarre to see someone place a rubber hood into a microwave, but this was Group XS’ dungeons and Ilsa received no comment as she took the heated hood back to her victim.

This was the “gel hood” of which Mistress XS had spoken. Essentially it was two layers of rubber, a thin one on the inside and a thick one on the outside which zipped, laced and strapped into place over the victim’s head - on the inside there was a massive pear-shaped wad of rubber to gag the victim. As Ilsa carried the hood back to the dungeon it was warm to the touch and pliable because, in between the two layers of rubber, there was a thick gel, or triblock copolymer to use its technical term, which was viscous when warm.

Unfortunately for the wearer it became solid and expanded when it cooled to body temperature…

If Elissa was feeling hot from the second hood, she felt more hot as the third was added! Ilsa worked quickly while the gel was still soft - crammed the massive gag into Elissa’s mouth before pulling the hood over her head, fastening the zip and began to tighten the lacing. She ran her hands over the warm surface to make sure the gel was evenly distributed before fastening the straps in place; one ran over her mouth and behind her head, a second from under her jaw ran over the top of her head, while a third ran around her forehead and fastened behind.

As with Kelly, there was a sinister tube running from the centre of the gag and hanging free.

Elissa was overwhelmed by the heat from the hood and shook her head in a vain attempt to both get the hood off and signal that she was hot and uncomfortable. Her mouth was filled with a gag which she dared not bite down upon because when she did so its soft centre made the gag expand deep into her mouth making her want to retch. The hood had two small pieces of glass through which she was vaguely aware of Ilsa in front of her.

Ilsa was now in her element; dressing a reluctant slave in many layers of tight shiny black rubber!

She started with a pair of shiny crotchless black rubber panties which slipped onto Elissa and fitted like a glove. The panties were followed by a suspender belt and a pair of semi-transparent seamed rubber stockiness. Next came the bra.

The bra was a little less inviting than the rest of the underwear she already wore; but then it was meant to be. You see, once she was dressed as a proper ponygirl, Elissa’s tits were intended to lead her round the circuit the Group had set up.

The bra, effectively, was designed to not only swaddle her breasts in rubber, but also hold them in a vice-like grip which meant she had no choice but to follow where they were pulled!

When it first went on the bra looked almost like any other - it cupped her breasts in thin rubber, had a straps around the back and across the shoulders – however the cups themselves concealed thin wires which effectively held her breasts imprisoned inside a soft wire mesh. Ilsa tightened the band around the base of each globe and watched with pleasure as the mound of tit-flesh swelled bulbously and stretched the rubber cup even further. On the tips of each cone a wire ring created an opening through which Elissa’s nipples peaked. It was at this point the leather straps which would lead her round the circuit would be attached – effectively creating her own set of reins pulling directly on her swollen mammaries.

Simple, but effective.

Then came the catsuit, a shiny, black rubber affair which completely enveloped Elissa in the smooth, stretchy rubber. The catsuit zipped up at the back and even had holes to allow the cords from her bra through and gloves and feet ensuring that, when allied to the hood, no part of her was exposed save for her pussy which peeked through the open crotch of both her panties and the catsuit and her nipples which still stood proud through small openings in the suit.

So far Elissa was in a comfortable fetishist’s heaven, albeit that she had no hankering for rubber, wasn’t sure about the bra and could feel something strange happening to her hood. It was almost like the hood was getting tighter and her gag bigger!

Then Ilsa produced a long rubber corset, which stretched from just below Elissa’s breasts to her waist; again made from boned black rubber, the corset cinched with laces behind her, causing her to take short shallow breaths.

It would have been enough if Ilsa had stopped there. But neither her instinct nor Mistress XS’ instructions would allow this to happen.

The piece de résistance was the heavy rubber bondage suit which followed.

This actually fitted onto Elissa in two parts, the lower part like a pair of heavy, black, rubber lace-up trousers and the top half like lace-up jacket with an opening for her breasts. The two halves laced together around her waist and, by the time Ilsa had finished pulling the lacing, poor Elissa was unable to bend at the waist, bend her arms and scarcely able to lift her legs. Which was a shame, given that she was about to embark on a rigorous journey as a ponygirl!

Little remained now expect for the girl to have her shoes, be harnessed to her buggy, have her tit-reins put in place and for the tubes to be connected.

The shoes were predictably high and tight rubber boots which held her toes in an impossible pointed position; impossible, that is, unless they are forced you’re your feet with sadistic glee and lock immovably in place with a series of thin straps and padlocks.

But these were no ordinary boots Elissa found herself wearing. They were boots belonging to the sadistic Group XS designed to torture a hapless ponygirl.

As Elissa found as she was made to stand on her new footwear, the boots were surprisingly uncomfortable and forced her to bend forward at the waist to maintain her balance. The discomfort came from the rigid inner lining of the boots which not only kept her weight on her pointed toes, but also embraced her feet in a glass paper-like cocoon; rough, unyielding and ultimately excruciatingly painful to walk in for any length of time.

Her balance was thrown because these were not stilettos which required her to keep weight off her heels, but boots tapering down to a wedge-shaped fetlock and ending in a hoof shaped sole, complete with horse shoe, in contact with the ground!

She stepped forward gingerly on her new boots and heard the metallic click of her hooves as they struck the stone floor. Poor Elissa, if only she and her friend Kara hadn’t tried to hitch a ride from the Sheriff, she might have been safely at home right now; instead she was cocooned in shiny black rubber and teetering on pony hooves!

Ilsa finished her bondage with the harness waist band which had two straps running through her crotch and held the ball on the other end of Kelly’s fixing in place – deep inside Elissa’s cunt!

They were almost ready, two helpless victims of Group XS, one the pony, the other her rider, joined together not only by a shared journey of pain, but also by the metal balls held immovably inside their cunts!

It was now time for the straps to be fixed to the two tips of the bra. Ilsa held the first end over the tip of the right breast, a metal ring with four tiny spring clips on the end of a short piece of elastic which fitted over the ring around Elissa’s nipple. The design was such that if she allowed the rein to pull too hard, the clips would pull on the wire mesh around each breast, effectively squeezing her breasts painfully inside a thin wire cage.

Of course the design also encompassed an incentive not to lag too far behind and be pulled by the breasts. The elastic was there to allow maybe ½” of movement before the spring clips pulled on the wire mesh.

It may not seem a lot, but ½” allows for a lot of painful pull on the nipple, especially if that nipple is fixed in the unforgiving embrace of a heavy, saw-toothed, crocodile clip!

As she let the crocodile clip snap its jaws firmly around Elissa’s right nipple there was a muffled blood-curdling scream from the heavily gagged and hooded girl. A process which was repeated with the left nipple a couple of minutes later.

All that remained was for Lisa to complete the union of their tubing – a chance for each to share in the other’s pain, embarrassment and helplessness. She took the tube leading from Kelly’s gag and threaded it onto the end of Elissa’s catheter before repeating the process and threading Elissa’s tube onto Kelly’s catheter. All that remained was to set the pressure valve so that each girl could only feed the other her golden nectar when her bladder was stretched to breaking point.

So it was that the girls were ready to be taken out to the corridor and begin their arduous journey.

Ilsa led the girls into the corridor, pulling on Elissa’s reins so she was forced to follow where her nipples and the breast cages led her, the trap on which Kelly rode pitching from side to side as the eccentricity of the wheels took their course,

She then found a set of steps to reach up to a ring on the drive chain which ran around the ceiling of the corridor – to this she fastened Elissa’s reins. They were now set to go on their lonely sojourn round and round the corridor.

Of course, it was only once they began their ride that they would realise the true horror of their predicament.

For Kelly it would be the discovery that the buggy wobbled from side to side, causing her cunt to be stretched every which way as it towed her along; it would be the realisation that she lifted slowly into the air only to come crashing down again, her rump hitting the dull metal spikes and the ball inside her colliding with her cervix; it would be the realisation that as her cervix collided with the ball it sent a shockwave through her bladder which was slowly distending as time went by… a bladder she could only empty when the valve permitted.

It would also be the discovery that the only way to avoid the pain in her rump, her cervix and her bladder was to pull back mightily on her gag and sandwich her tits inside the spiked metal cylinders. Only this effort would stop her certain fall back onto the dull spikes and the ball inside her. Of course, she would also have the periodic shock to contend with of a flow of Elissa’s waste as it shot along the tube from her bladder.

For Elissa it would be the sense of impenetrable tightness around her head caused by the solidifying gel hood and gag; it would be the heat and sweat building up inside several layers of rubber; it would be the enduring pain in her nipples from the clamps allied to the sharp pain whenever she slowed down and her nipples were tugged and her breasts were squeezed in the cage.

It would also be the agonising pain of her boots, her efforts to walk pitched forward on horse shoes and wearing a suit which allowed precious little movement. It would also be the taste of Kelly’s urine as that escaped from her tortured bladder and the pain she herself would feel as her bladder filled and was unable to empty until the pressure valve relented.

For both of them there was one further surprise. The wheels of the buggy wound a spring which slowly tightened and released all its kinetic energy in one go through a magneto attached to the metal pole. Periodically each girl would accompany the whirr of the magneto with her own tortured cries of pain as the magneto delivered its current through the soft inner membrane of her cunt.

Catherine may have glanced up and seen a ponygirl and rider pass across her screen – for the girls concerned, what she saw was more. Much more…

Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy which contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence, rape, non-consensual imprisonment, watersports and torture

Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy which contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence, rape, non-consensual imprisonment, watersports and torture. It is definitely NOT for anyone under 21 or anyone who is offended by such material. This story is fictional and any resemblance to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental.

The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.

drsaavik@hotmail.com

Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 29

Date Tuesday 26^th October 01.50

Lynne had lost track of time.

The same could not be said for Catherine who was busy counting the seconds as she immersed her head in the bucket yet again in her continued attempts to prevent her collar from drying too much and strangling her.

On the screen she still had Kelly and Elissa to watch, now almost at the end of their journey and presumably counting every second as if it was an hour. Certainly Elissa’s gait had become more erratic as the pain in her feet grew to epic proportions.

But for Lynne life suddenly felt both different and better.

She’d had her nice hot shower, spent time doing her hair and make-up and now sat with Dr Saavik enjoying a bottle of claret and a steak supper.

She’d had to earn these privileges, of course, by torturing the bound figure of Jana on the chair next to her. Saavik had produced a transformer of some kind from which he’d attached wires which trailed to different parts of Jana’s body. With goading from Saavik, Lynne had earned the privileges she now enjoyed by sending shock after shock through the terrified girl, the current and the duration increasing with each new privilege.

Lynne had surprised herself by being able to not only detach herself from the torture, but also enjoy the sense of power and sexual excitement it gave her.

Having returned from her shower she’d found fresh clothes waiting for her which included new underwear and a dominatrix-style leather suit with matching boots which she now wore while they ate their supper.

There was no clock in the room and in the Group’s dungeons it was virtually impossible to measure time – all Lynne knew was that she didn’t really have a clue how long she had been with Saavik.

In truth, the reason Lynne was so confused about time was that she’d spent almost 2 hours after she had come out of the shower under hypnosis. During that time Saavik had explored the recesses of her mind, her childhood, her feelings for Catherine and her secret sexual urges. He’d made copious notes as Lynne revealed her inner self and begun the suggestion process that would draw out her deeper, darker side.

Although he still had much work to do, Saavik was pleased.

Pleased that Lynne was everything he had hoped for, capable of being manipulated and, most importantly, capable of the most extreme excesses. She didn’t know it, but as they sat eating their meal, Saavik’s smile was less of friendship and more of self-satisfaction.

“So, tell me,” he said, putting down his knife and fork, “what would you like to do with these two now?” He nodded towards Jana and Alexandra who were both in cages on the far side of the room.

The naked Jana was curled up in the tight space, apparently still semi-comatose from her electrifying ordeal at Lynne’s hands, while Alexandra, who had been shut in her cage once she had served their food, peered pensively out through the bars from behind her hood.

Lynne paused for a moment while she collected her thoughts. She was surprised how definite and clear her desires were as far as these two were concerned; but then she know that the thoughts which were coming to her had been planted in her mind an hour or so before by her questioner.

She couldn’t resist stroking herself through the leather of her dominatrix suit as she replied, experiencing an almost electric rush as she savoured the feel of the soft leather. “Poor Jana has probably suffered enough,” she began, “but then…” she paused and smiled at Dr Saavik, “I think the philosophy here is that no one can ever suffer too much!”

She continued, her mind racing back to the court case involving this surprisingly charming man and the testimonies which had both drawn she and Catherine together and made her sopping wet as she wrote them. She had been too embarrassed to admit to Catherine that she was spellbound by the idea of forcing a girl into leather bodybag and putting her inside a tiny wooden box.

She and Catherine had tried both of them, albeit never the two together, and she herself had a similar experience when she had been transported to Group XS. Somehow, even after her own bitter experience, she recalled the thrill of putting Catherine in the box those years ago and her disappointment when Catherine had panicked. For those brief few minutes she had loved the sense of power which had come from knowing that she completely controlled the destiny of another girl.

Now that she was sitting with Dr Saavik it somehow seemed completely natural to want to act out the scene she had recently experienced and had been so graphically described by Hannah Firman in Court. She particularly remembered Hannah describing how she had longed for release, her hopes raised when the box was opened by her tormentors who would sometimes take her out, but, more often than not, let her think she was on the verge of release only to dash her hopes by shutting her back inside!

In fact, as she thought of it now, Lynne realised her panties, fresh on a short while ago, were now sodden! She shuddered as she explained what she wanted to do with Jana to Dr Saavik, particularly taking delight in the prospect of opening the box tomorrow morning and then, after letting Jana think she was about to be released, shutting her back in for the rest of the day.

Little did Lynne realise that Saavik’s delight at her desire had less to do with the idea itself and more to do with her near perfect recount of the auto-suggestion he had made when she was under hypnosis!

He lifted his glass and said through his beaming smile, “What a wonderful idea – why don’t we drink to that!” Having both toasted the demise of poor Jana, he put his glass down and said, “Now, how about Alexandra, what do you want to do with her?”

Lynne glanced across at the frightened eyes peering at her from behind the hood and took delight at the ridiculous smile which the gag she now wore again portrayed – such a wonderful contrast with the true feelings of the miserable girl.

Now in her stride, Lynne’s eyes focused on the implements which lined the walls of Saavik’s private chambers; the whips, paddles, canes, straps and other paraphernalia of torture. “I don’t know,” she said coyly, “perhaps we could just give her a bit of a spanking?” Her eyes locked onto a pair of “Vampire Gloves,” leather gloves peppered with short, sharp, spikes on the palms. “Yes, a bit of a spanking to ‘warm her up’ before we move onto the other implements you have here!”

She paused again, another auto-suggested image snapping into focus in her mind, “Then I’d like to take her to bed and experience that tongue of hers while I explore the welts and bruises!”

Saavik clapped his hands together, a sign Lynne took of approval, in truth a sign of his delight that she had absorbed every word of the suggestions he had made to her under hypnosis. She was proving to be an exemplary subject!

Date Tuesday 26^th October 02.30

While Lynne was acting out her fantasies on Jana and Alexandra, Catherine was in her own private Hell.

Once again she had her head immersed in the bucket of piss as she counted steadfastly to 50 in an effort to keep her collar wet enough to prevent it strangling her. Conscious that once again she would be breathing, tasting and feeling the noxious consequences of this act, her spirits were so low she had even wondered whether she should simply let the collar do its worst.

Only the images she had been watching on the screen and the thought that Lynne was suffering something equally as horrible made her immerse her head. She knew that Lynne was relying on her to save her.

Had she been able to see Lynne with Dr Saavik, Jana and Alexandra at that point she might, of course, have thought otherwise; but she couldn’t see them. Instead she’d watched the baleful journey of the two rubber-clad girls as they went round and round the corridors.

That journey had stopped now and, after staring at an empty corridor for maybe 40 minutes the camera had been moved along the now deserted corridor and stationed outside a door with the words “Principal’s Office” emblazoned across it.

Despite the early hour of the morning, Catherine was not the least surprised when she pulled her head out of the bucket to find the door now open and Mistress XS staring straight back at her.

“Hello Catherine!” She exclaimed with apparent enthusiasm. “I thought you might be a little bored waiting for your mysterious Mistress Severity to arrive, and figured you’d enjoy a little visit to the School Room to help pass the time!” She glanced at her watch. “You’ve only got a little over 16 hours until she arrives, I’m sure the time will pass in what seems like an instant!”

“I do hope your Mistress Severity is on time, I’m afraid I don’t know much about her so can’t vouch for her punctuality. We found her through the Court records, you see, it seems she was involved in making a D/s movie of some kind which went a little awry.” She chuckled.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you’ll be in safe hands.” She paused and reflected. “But then I imagine that’s what they said to the poor girl she made that movie with! I know she was in a bad way after Mistress Severity had finished with her, but don’t worry I think she’s better now, at least I know she was out of hospital after a couple of months and has just a few scars to show for her experience!” She seemed to go into a reverie for a few moments before speaking again.

“I imagine she still has the odd nightmare or two, but who wouldn’t after spending that long with a psychotic sadist – at least that’s what Dr Saavik told me she is.”

“Anyway, back to our own little entertainment. In case you hadn’t guessed, this is the School Room.”

Catherine had guessed. It hadn’t been difficult after staring at the words on the door for 40 minutes and then seeing Mistress XS emerge wearing a rubber gown with a mortarboard perched on her head! Certainly the rest of her outfit was less traditional.

Under the gown she appeared to be wearing a pair of shiny black rubber shorts with a white rubber blouse on top. From under her shorts black suspenders emerged to hold up her transparent rubber stockings and on her feet she a pair of patent leather stilettos.

Menacingly, in her right hand, she held a heavy rattan cane which she tapped periodically against her right leg.

“I’m sure you’ll understand just how popular this section is with our members!” She said as she led the camera into the office. Inside the office, Catherine was immediately struck by the sight of four other people in the room. Three were naked girls, each bent forward at the waist, with arms held in leather single gloves behind them. A chain ran from the tip of each single glove up to the ceiling, cruelly twisting the girls’ shoulders and forcing them to bend forward and stare at the ground where they could look at their feet held wide apart by metal spreader bars.

The fourth person was a thick set woman in her mid thirties wearing tight brown leather trousers, a matching leather bra and brown boots. She had dark hair cut in a simple bob and a square-jawed, not unattractive, face. Her right hand was encased in heavy black leather glove.

Catherine found her eyes drawn to the three girls’ upturned bottoms which were faced directly towards the camera. It would have been an understatement to say they had been beaten… she was staring at three asses which bore more of a resemblance to pieces of raw steak than flesh!

From their thighs to their waists, the girls had been beaten with whips, canes and God alone knew what until their smooth flesh was a mass of interwoven wheals, ridges, bruises and sores! In a number of places the skin had been broken and there were little rivulets of blood snaking down to their thighs, added to which, as Catherine saw when the camera focused more closely on the asses, they were covered with little pinpricks, many of which were also welling tiny spots of blood.

“I’d like you to meet Olga.” Mistress XS intoned. “She looks after discipline here in the School…”

The woman with the dark hair smiled at the camera. “Hello, Caztharine.” She said, her voice carrying a suggestion of a German accent.

“These three failed an exam Olga gave them a few days ago, so they’re being punished.” Mistress XS continued. Turning to Olga, she said. “What was the exam again, Olga?”

Olga smiled in response. “It was an essay I ask them to write,” she said, “entitled ‘What I’d like Mistress Severity to do to me, by Catherine Grace,’ none of them came up with cruel enough tortures.” When she said ‘them’ it came out as ‘zhem.’

Mistress XS clapped her hands with glee, “That’s right! I thought you’d appreciate that, Catherine. We’ve had the whole class write a list, on your behalf, of special requests to Mistress Severity!” She pouted at the camera. “Some of them were awfully inventive, and the best ones we’ve had put together in a letter to Mistress Severity which is on your desk right now!”

She turned to the three girls beside her. “But these three fell well below the standard we expected of them. Would you believe they just wanted Mistress Severity to tie you up and whip you, I ask you!” She became more serious. “But some of them did really well; in fact, it was one of them who came up with the predicament you’re in now! As a special reward we let her try it out before we tried it on your sister!”

Olga interrupted Mistress XS. “She now trying out one of her other suggestion that Catherine be put inside a wet rawhide bodybag for 24 hours!”

“Thank you Olga,” Mistress XS said, picking up on the thread, “that’s right. Of course it’s not as original an idea as your current predicament, but nevertheless we let her try it out.” She winked at Catherine. “Of course, we thought 24 hours was a bit lenient, so made it 72 for her as a reward. I’m sure you’ll appreciate in your current position, just how much rawhide shrinks when it dries. Can you imagine what it’s like in a whole suit as tight as your hood?”

Catherine shuddered to think. Even with her hood still damp from the last dunking, she was only too well aware just how tight the poor girl must be in a whole suit of the stuff. As she thought about it, Catherine was aware of the pressure on her head, the pain caused by something as simple as the seams on the panties covering her head being pressed into her flesh, and shuddered.

Mistress XS turned back to Olga. “I don’t suppose you followed her suggestion that you could also make a pair of spiked punishment panties and a bra from rawhide as well?”

If anything, Olga blushed as she replied. “She make them herself in craft class! Of course, we not tell them they for her – she think they for Catherine so they probably a bit small for her before they dry! I also suggest she make some broad kidskin belts with spikes on the inside. We use those to fix her good and tight before she go in the bodybag!”

“Oh, well done Olga!” Mistress XS said with glee. “We must take Catherine to see her in a minute, I’m sure she’d like that! But tell me,” she said, focusing intently on Olga, “what did you do about gagging her and stopping her fouling the suit?”

“Well, Mistress XS, “Olga began, obviously proud of herself, “you know the girl, she make suggestion of dirty panties for Catherine as gag and over head in kidskin? We do same for her, suit have a gag we can remove so we take out old pair of panties, feed her and put back in nice new pair of panties for her to taste!” Olga blushed again. “She have pair of my panties in mouth right now – I wear them for two days, all day and all night, just so she have something nice to chew on!”

Catherine watched as Olga bent forward and thrust her ass out as she said this. The leather of her trousers was so tight she could see the panty line of some large panties stretched across the fulsome rump. They’d pack your mouth pretty full, Catherine thought to herself.

“Your devotion to duty is commendable, Olga.” Mistress XS said dryly.

“Then we have 2 tubes which run between her legs, they take waste so she no soil suit. Is clever, no? And we collect waste in bucket and mix it back in with her and other girl’s dinners; it nice to share, I think?”

“So,” Mistress XS said, snapping back to the task in hand, “we just have these three to finish with and then, I think we can turn in for the night.” Smiling at Catherine she said. “Of course, you might not to be able to get much sleep Catherine. It’s such a shame, given the day you have ahead.”

With that she stepped back and brought her cane firmly up between the legs of the girl nearest her. There was an agonised wail from the girl who bucked in her bonds.

On the right hand end of the line, Olga held up her right hand briefly, enabling Catherine to see the dozens of little spikes on the palm, before bringing it crashing down into the girl’s right ass cheek.

Date Tuesday 26^th October 02.49

As Catherine was witnessing Olga’s attack on the girl’s rump with the spiked glove, Lynne, by coincidence, was using the exact same thing on poor Alexandra.

“I just love this vampire glove!” She said to Saavik for the third or fourth time that evening. “It just makes you feel so wonderfully in control!”

“I knew you’d like it.” He said from the comfort of his chair. Somehow, something in his eyes suggested he knew a lot about Lynne.

Group XS

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Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 30

Date Tuesday 26^th October 03.00

Lynne was full of life as she shut the lid on Jana.

Under Dr Saavik’s approving gaze, she had given Jana a thorough beating, not only with the vampire gloves, but also with a variety of paddles, whips and canes taken from the walls of Saavik’s quarters.

Saavik was pleasantly surprised at the ferocity with which Lynne had mounted her assault. Jana, after all, was still recovering from the dreadful series of electric shocks she had received earlier in the evening at Lynne’s hands.

This hadn’t stopped Lynne from letting fly at her with a force which would have done Mistress XS herself justice. He was pleased. It meant he had successfully opened up her dark psyche to such and extent that his plan stood a chance of working.

Having literally beaten poor Jana black and blue, Lynne had insisted that they find the suit she had travelled in to Group XS. The leather bodybag lined with prickly spikes. She wasn’t sure why she was so adamant about the suit, but, yet again, Saavik had that knowing look which suggested he knew more about her thought process than she…

As Lynne shut the lid on the helplessly bound, hooded and beaten Jana she whispered, “I’ll see you tomorrow… maybe!”

Lynne turned to Saavik, her eyes bright and fresh with excitement; she said “This is wonderful! I feel as if I could go on all night!” She cast a glance towards Alexandra. “And we still have Alexandra to play with before she gets to sleep with me.” Her eyes glanced momentarily toward the line of dildos hanging off the wall and settled on the huge strap-on phallus.

By contrast to Lynne, Catherine was longing for sleep as she plunged her head back into the bucket. She knew, of course, that she wouldn’t be able to get any; the combination of her strained position, the difficulty of breathing and the foul wet taste which pervaded all her senses saw to that.

On the screen in front of her Olga and Mistress XS had finished their assault on the three girls who now stood in a line facing the camera. They were standing after the evil sadists had changed their position, turning them round, standing them up and running ropes around their breasts. The ropes had been attached to the same chains which had shortly before held their wrists high; now they had been adjusted to hold the girls on tiptoe, their weight supported largely by their engorged breasts.

Catherine had witnessed the ripe young breasts turn from their natural soft pale pink, to a deep purple hue as they swelled under the unrelenting pressure from the ropes. That was before the two women began their assault.

Mistress XS worked her way down the line delivering blow after blow to each of the girls’ breasts with a small leather paddle, just so she could ‘warm them up’ as she had confided to Catherine. She had followed this with a riding crop, taking care to hit the breasts from above and below, roughly holding each breast up by the nipple while she assaulted the underside. It goes without saying her victims were screaming with pain from behind their gags throughout the entire process.

Her final, and most vicious assault came with the rattan cane. 12 times she struck each breast, leaving line after line of pain on top of the already bruised and battered tit meat.

It was left to Olga to deliver the final phase of the girls’ punishment. She steadily spanked each breast a dozen or so times with the spike-palmed vampire glove!

Now Catherine found herself staring at the three sobbing girls, their breasts still bound, their mouths still gagged behind yards of silver tape, and their arms still locked together behind them in an armbinder. Each breast was now a vivid red, black and purple with little spots of blood where either the cane had cut into them or the vampire glove had penetrated the skin.

“As you can see, Catherine,” Mistress XS said, breaking her silence for the first time in a few minutes, “we believe in proper corporal punishment at this school!” Catherine could only look on silently and agree. Agree, that is, if your version of corporal punishment included turning the victim’s ass to pulp, battering their breasts and beating their cunts!

“Now we have to get them back into School uniform so they can retake their essays!” She continued. “Naturally, there’s little point in setting the same question – the best answers are already sitting on your desk for Mistress Severity.” She turned to whisper to Catherine. “By the way, did I tell you any of the things she did to that girl? No?”

“Well, she had the girl nailed to the floor! Can you believe that? She had her spread-eagled, face down, on the floor with nails through her tits, cunt lips, tongue and even the fleshy part of her hands and feet!” Catherine couldn’t help casting a quick glance at the wooden floorboards in her apartment.

“And, do you know, she kept her there for a day or more; whipping her, sticking pins into her, pissing on her, fucking her up the ass with a dildo, really just doing whatever she wanted with the poor girl!” She peered at Catherine coquettishly. “I’m not just making this up to scare you – I have the video she made somewhere.”

“She even had some shoes with drawing pins stuck to the soles which she used to walk up and down the girl in!” She stopped and thought. “Actually, now I come to think of it, I have some of those too! Mine are black patent leather stilettos, but they amount to the same thing! I must show them to you sometime.”

“Where were we? Oh yes, the uniforms – that’s right!”

While Mistress XS had been talking, Olga had released the first of the girls, a pretty brunette who could only have been 18 or 19, with a well rounded figure and the fulsome, albeit battered, breasts which Group XS seemed to favour.

“This is Michelle.” Mistress XS said by way of introduction. “She’s joined our little School from her orphanage. I mean who could resist? At 18 she was about to be cast out of her comfortable home and along we came, offering her an all-expenses paid scholarship to our fine educational facility!” She laughed out loud.

“Granted, we may have kept certain aspects of the School from her, but we’ve at least delivered on our promise to put a roof over her head! Instead of campaigning to put us away, you’d have been better to spend your time sorting out the welfare system, Catherine. I mean, isn’t it ridiculous that poor Michelle got looked after until her 18^th birthday and then she’s thrown out to fend for herself?”

“I see Group XS as doing a public service by taking girls like her under our wing – but there’s only so much we can do! Most of the girls you’ll see in the School came to us that way.”

Catherine felt sickened to think how these girls felt, abandoned by society when they reached 18; only to be ensnared by these sadists.

“Come over here, Michelle.” She commanded.

The girl stepped tentatively towards Mistress XS and the camera. “Now we need to get you back in uniform, don’t we?” She said to Michelle who half nodded in reply, her tear-streaked face showing utter fear for this woman. As she spoke, Mistress XS deftly pulled the end of the tape wrapped around the girl’s mouth and began to remove her gag. Once the tape was fully removed, she pulled the black wad in Micelle’s mouth out with the tips of her fingers, holding the wad of cloth like it were a soiled diaper.

She held aloft a pair of black satin knickers, cut high like a schoolgirl’s.

“Yuk!” She said. “These look pretty disgusting, I suppose we’ll have to find you some more. Now then, Michelle, see if you can guess which of these pairs of panties you’re going to be wearing?” She dropped the panties which had come out of Michelle’s mouth onto the floor and Olga passed her two new pairs, an evil grin across her face.

She held them both aloft. “These regulation School knickers, nice black satin.” She began, waving the pair in her right hand. “Or these School punishment panties for naughty girls who’ve had their bottoms spanked?” She waved the pair in her left hand, a much more menacing looking design which reminded Catherine of the infernal girdle she had worn a few days before.

“Now I want you to think carefully, because a wrong answer will earn you further punishment.” Mistress XS said sweetly.

Michelle spoke softly, her voice quivering with fear. “The punishment panties, Mistress.”

“Wrong!” Mistress XS said with glee. “You were going to wear both pairs, the punishment panties underneath the regulation School ones! Now, I’m sorry to say, I’ll have to punish you even more!”

“Please, Mistress, haven’t you done enough already?” Michelle managed to say in her quivering voice.

Thwack!! Thwack!!

Mistress XS delivered two almighty slaps across Michelle’s face. “I’ll decide when you’ve had enough, you snivelling piece of shit!” She roared. “Right, just for that we’ll find something extra special for you.”

She left the screen for a while, long enough for Catherine to immerse her head a couple more times, before returning. She appeared holding what looked like two pairs of panties in one hand and a couple of dildos in the other.

“I had to take these off some slut in the Nazi Dungeon, still she didn’t seem to mind.” She said. “This, my dear, is a somewhat improved version of the punishment panties you were going to wear.” She said with a menacing tone to her voice. She picked up the pair she was going to put on the girl and turned them inside out so she could see the rows of short little spikes which lined them.

Catherine recognised those spikes from her own experience.

Then she picked up one of the pairs she had just brought in with her and turned these inside out with an almost manic grin on her face.

The girl screamed.

“What’s the matter, baby. Don’t you like these?” She said.

Catherine had caught her breath when she had seen them as well. The spikes in the previous pair were short and sharp but only designed to scratch the surface of the skin. What she was now looking at was entirely different. These spikes were a good ½” long and would undoubtedly pierce the skin assuming they were pushed right home!

As if answering Catherine’s immediate thought, Mistress XS said “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure each of these pins is firmly pushed into you… I’ll use a nice heavy wooden paddle for the job!” She paused again and picked up the second pair she had brought back with her. “And then I’ll just put these over the top to make sure none of them sneak back out again!” Neither Catherine nor Michelle needed to be told what effect a pair of tightly laced leather panties would have when tied with dripping wet rawhide laces.

“And there’s more!” Mistress XS continued. “Because I want you to suffer, I’ve brought these along too…” She held up the two dildos which appeared large but not unmanageable. The strange thing about them was that they appeared to have wires running down the side of them in a series of rows. Each wire was perhaps an inch long, and at first Catherine imagined they were there to give her shocks or something.

On the bottom of each dildo there was a metal eyelet. Mistress XS explained, “These two babies go up inside you, you see, and the eyelet pokes out of a slot in the crotch of both pairs of panties. Do you understand?” It wasn’t clear whether she was addressing Michelle or Catherine. Both were focused on the dildos, trying to work out what came next.

“You’re going to be standing up to write your essay, you see.” She continued, lecturing both Michelle and Catherine as if they were her pupils. “And we’re going to hang these weights off the eyelets…” She held up two iron balls, each about the size of a tennis ball, themselves covered with needle-like spikes. “It makes it pretty uncomfortable for you to put your legs together; still, I imagine a slut like you is used to working with her legs apart.”

“Now watch carefully what happens when I hang a weight off the end of this dildo.” She put down one of the weights and one of the dildos and held the larger of the two dildos in front of Michelle. Carefully, avoiding pricking herself on the needle spikes on the ball, she clipped the weight to the dildo. With a flourish, she let go of the weight and said “Voila!”

The weight dropped and pulled on the eyelet to which it was attached. Simultaneously the short pieces of wire shot out at 45º making the dildo look as if it had a series of umbrella frames around it! Catherine counted 6 rows of inch long wires around the thing, each row with probably 12 or so wires in it. That meant there would be 72 pieces of wire, each acting like the barb on a fish hook, pressing into Michelle’s innermost flesh!

Both Michelle and Catherine stared at the dildo dumbstruck. Michelle was obviously picturing the thing up inside her and imagining what effect the wires would have as the weight not only held them out, but also pulled down on the dildo forcing the wires to drag against her flesh. Presumably, Catherine thought, correctly as it turned out, the wires would stop the dildo from slipping far because they would embed their dull, rounded, ends into her inner membrane!

“Don’t worry,” Mistress XS said sweetly, “it won’t drop out, or at least I’ve never seen one fall out even when there’s a lot of weight hanging on the end!” Catherine shuddered as Michelle began to cry softly and tremble.

Almost maternally, Mistress XS put her arm around the girl and said, “Come on now, you only have yourself to blame; if you’d done your essay properly and hadn’t answered back I wouldn’t have to be punishing you.” She said it in such a way that it almost sounded reasonable!

Over the next few minutes Catherine witnessed Michelle being fitted with the dildos and the first pair of panties.

The dildos slid home easily, the wires lying flat against the shaft for the time being, and there was a look of relief on Michelle’s face. That look only lasted as long as it took for the first pair of panties to be fitted!

It lasted as long as it took for Mistress XS to start fitting the panties with the long spikes. A pair similar in design externally to those Catherine herself had worn and those she and Lynne had tried years before after the trial – all black, leather, rubber and stretch satin which zipped up the sides and fitted snugly all over.

Michelle’s face contorted as Olga and Mistress XS tugged with all their might at the zips. At last the panties were secured at the sides and they were able to tighten the waist and thigh straps as well as the ubiquitous crotch strap which was conveniently slotted to allow the rings from the dildos through. Michelle screamed as the straps went home, not because of the tightness, but rather because the waist and thigh straps were festooned with the longer spikes which lined the panties!

At this point although they were obviously tight, they appeared uneven and bumpy where the elasticated girdle had failed to force the internal spikes home. This all changed when Mistress XS, as promised, produced a wooden paddle!

With Olga holding a bucking, crying and squirming Michelle, she beat a steady tattoo on the poor girl’s ass, hips and lower stomach. As she did so the bumps disappeared and the girdle miraculously became smooth; of course this also meant that unfortunate Michelle was now pierced with all the metal spikes!

Satisfied with her handiwork, Mistress XS fitted the second pair of panties. In effect these were just a pair of well-tailored leather panties which mirrored the first pair and provided some resistance to any spikes which decided to work their way out. Her well-rounded rump now smooth and curvaceous inside the shining leather, it was hard to see any sign of the torture which lay beneath.

Even the tight lacing didn’t suggest that it would shrink to the point where the panties went from being tight to motherfucking and excruciatingly tight!

Catherine was in awe of the cruelty she was witnessing and wondered how she had let this evil woman escape - for surely Mistress XS was the one who was more responsible than any for the terrible scenes she had witnessed to date.

“There!” She said once she was satisfied. “That wasn’t too difficult, was it?”

Michelle was still crying and bucking and making every effort to get her hands down to the panties in an effort to either comfort herself or, more likely, rip them off!

“Perhaps we should cuff her arms above her, Olga?” Mistress XS asked rhetorically. “At least that way we’ll be able to get the rest of the uniform on without her interfering!”

They then added the bra and suspender belt, both of which matched the original pair of “punishment panties” she was intended to wear. Firm, black satin lined with the less conspicuous spikes.

To these were added stockings, ridiculously high black court shoes which buckled and locked into place, and a fetching black rubber school dress which, inevitably, hid nothing.

“Doesn’t she look pretty?” Mistress XS asked. “I think our uniform is just perfect for the little sluts we have studying here, don’t you?” Catherine might have disagreed, but then blushed to the core as she continued. “But then, of course, you know it well, don’t you Catherine. You and Lynne have kept a set from the trial and play your little games with one or other of you wearing it, don’t you?”

She peered straight at Catherine through the lens of the camera.

“I don’t suppose you’d be so happy to be wearing this version, though would you?” She said. “Perhaps I’ll let Lynne try it after Michelle so she can do a comparison for you! Although for Lynne I’ll find the bra and corset which match these panties…” She smiled that sick, cold and candidly frightening smile of hers at Catherine. “Yes we do have a complete ensemble with these nice long spikes; I’m told it’s a bit unpleasant, at least that’s what your friend Tania told me when she wore it last.”

She stopped and laughed. “No, I tell a lie. She didn’t say it was a bit unpleasant. What she actually said was,” at this point Mistress XS threw her head back and let out a blood-curdling scream, “Aaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!”

“Yes, that was it! Mind you, I had just whipped her senseless with the wire whip and coated the spikes with that bee sting stuff Dr Zorhof makes.” Mistress XS said. “Oh yes, your precious Lynne will love that.”

Group XS

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