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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.
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.
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