{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"a895e0ea-6e92-4e24-ab20-3a75d454fac2","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2020-12-04T04:36:35.003Z","title":"Taken To XS - A Group XS Story","slug":"taken-to-xs-a-group-xs-story","shortId":"vDpWv8V7","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"The long awaited ending to Dr. Saavik's unfinished story - Group XS.\r\nFollow Catherine's descent into the dungeons of Group XS.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"e045fa66-c703-4b9a-835d-a5ad64c9e20d","title":null,"summary":"IntroductionOne of my favorite stories of all time is the unfinished 'Group XS' by Saavik. The follo","wordCount":40493,"readTime":203,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Introduction

One of my favorite stories of all time is the unfinished 'Group XS' by Saavik. The following story seeks to bring that work to its satisfying conclusion. Here's a summary to help catch you up:

Prosecutor Catherine Grace thought that she had brought down the sadistic Group XS when she spearheaded the investigation of the organization and successfully prosecuted two of its senior members, Dr. Saavik and Dr. Zorhof. But now, several years later she has discovered that Group XS is alive and well. Unfortunately for Catherine the leader of the organization, the evil Mistress XS, has gotten her hands on Catherine's lover, Lynne, as well as several of Catherine's friends and family and now she is out for revenge. Through her connections in the justice department she has freed her associates from prison and is now enacting her mission to destroy Catherine.

When we last left off, Catherine was waiting in her apartment, which had recently been 'upgraded' to a proper dungeon, for a visit from Mistress Severity. For the past twenty four hours Catherine has spent her time in tight bondage. Her tits and pussy are wrapped in a steel cable which is drawn tight whenever Catherine lowers her body to the floor. A tight leather hood and collar are fitted around her head and neck. They were wet when they were put on and as they dry they draw excruciatingly tight. To find relief, Catherine must moisten the items in the bucket of piss sitting before her which, of course, forces her to pull hard on the steel cable.

Chapter 1

Tuesday, 26th October 7:15pm

28... 29... 30... Catherine pulled her head out the acrid piss filled bucket laying before her, gasping for breath, a feat which was made all the more difficult considering that she drew air in through the four pairs of soiled panties pressed against her nose underneath the skin tight leather of her hood. The air whistled through the two tiny nose holes in the stiff leather. She groaned in agony as she steeled herself for another dunk. True to Mistress XS's advice, Catherine needed to dunk her head for about 5 to 10 minutes every hour to prevent the collar around her neck from strangling her. Unfortunately, Catherine could only stand to hold her head beneath the surface for thirty seconds at a time, which meant she had to dunk herself again and again and again. The entire time she knelt down required her to pull with all her strength against the braided wire connected to her wrists at one end, then up over a ceiling beam before coming back down between her legs and connecting to her tits. As she pulled, it wrenched her shoulders up and back, while at the same time drawing the steel noose around each tit tight as well as grinding the unyielding cable through the folds of her pussy. Her abused breasts swelled like balloons, straining against the tight leather bodysuit that she wore.

Catherine wasn't sure how long she had been like this. All the clocks had been removed from her apartment. She whiled away the hours staring at the only distraction from her constant agony, the television positioned in front of her. She had watched as Kelly and Elissa marched and rode along on a hellish pony and cart torture. Then she had been given a tour of the ever-popular Group XS slave school, before finally spending the last few hours watching Tania get whipped and beaten by every imaginable implement in the XS dungeon.

Catherine's legs trembled as she stared glumly into her piss bucket. She wasn't sure how much longer she could take this. Several times during the night she had considered just letting the collar dry out completely so that it would slowly tighten and strangle the life out of her. But the prospect of a slow and painful death and the thought of abandoning her friends, whom she still thought she might be able to save, kept her going. The level of the piss in the bucket was now markedly lower than when she had started, which meant that she needed to lower herself even further, until her head touched the very bottom, otherwise the collar would not absorb any liquid and loosen its strangle hold on her.

She took as deep a breath as her crushingly tight corset would allow and leaned forward. But she didn't move! She wriggled in surprise, the braided wire holding her upright must have snagged on something! She shook her handcuffed wrists hoping to knock free whatever was snagged, but still she was stuck. She begrudgingly climbed back to her feet, her toes screamed in agony as her ballet boots guided her entire weight onto her pointed toes. The collar was pulling tighter, she had to hurry. She turned around to see what it was that had prevented her from lowering herself all the way to the floor and screamed in surprise when she saw a tall, muscular woman staring back at her.

\"You must be Catherine,\" the woman said, holding the cable attached to Catherine's harness in her meaty hands. Catherine danced on her toes as the woman lifted the cable, dangling Catherine like a hooked fish. \"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Mistress Severity. I hope you don't mind, I let myself in.\" She chuckled. \"This looks like quite a fun game that you're playing here. Why don't you keep going while I unpack my things and get settled.\"

She released her grip on the braided wire and stalked off into Catherine's bedroom. Catherine whimpered as she lowered herself to the floor and prepared to dunk herself once again. She wasn't sure whether to be relieved that someone had come to release her from this torture, or terrified at what might come next. She groaned as she pulled against her harness and dunked her head into the bucket of piss.

Tuesday, 26th October 7:20pm

Mistress XS walked down the hall of the Group XS dungeon and checked her watch. \"Mistress Severity must have arrived at Catherine's place by now\", she thought to herself, \"I wonder what kind of fun they are up to.\" She paused as she stopped in front of her destination, a simple brown wooden door with two words stenciled across it, Slave School. As she reached for the knob she heard a terrified voice within cry out, \"Please, no more! No! No! Don't! Aiyeeee! Take it out! Take it out!\"

It was a song she had heard many times before. Mistress XS smiled, opened the door, and stepped through. Inside was Group XS's version of a classroom, complete with a dozen school desks occupied by horrified and attentive students paying close attention to the lesson being presented at the head of the class. There, Mistress Olga, the headmistress of the XS Slave School was standing before a red-faced and trembling student bound with her back to a St. Andrew's cross. She twisted and turned with tears streaking down her face as Olga reached for her breast and grabbed ahold of a three inch long needle and pulled it free from the tit it was buried within. The girl shrieked as Olga slowly drew the thin sliver of metal from her tit.

\"You want me to take it out? I take it out,\" Olga said with contempt. \"Where should I put it instead?\" She positioned the tip of the needle over the slave's erect nipple. \"Maybe here?\"

\"No, no! Not there! Anywhere el-,\" the girl pleaded before she interrupted herself with an ear splitting shriek as Olga slid the needle into her nipple, pressing it in perpendicular to the girl's chest until all but the very tip of the metal splinter sparkled in the light.

Olga now noticed her visitor and turned to greet Mistress XS. \"These kids,\" she said with a shrug. \"They never seem to know what they want.\"

Mistress XS nodded her head in agreement. \"I apologize for interrupting your lesson,\" she said, \"but I need to borrow two of your students for a special assignment that I have.\"

\"Of course,\" Mistress Olga replied. \"Who do you need?\"

Mistress XS looked out into the rows of desks at a dozen terrified faces. Any special assignment involving Mistress XS was sure to end in merciless torture and humiliation. Each girl silently prayed that she was not the one their mistress was looking for.

\"I need our resident twins, Serena and Alex,\" Mistress XS announced. Several of the relieved students turned to look at the back of the class where Alex sat, suddenly looking nauseous. The girl slowly stood up from her desk and walked towards Mistress XS with her head held low like a condemned prisoner heading to the gallows.

\"Here is Alex,\" Mistress Olga said. \"And her sister is up here helping me to demonstrate the finer points of needle play. Isn't that right, Serena?\"

The girl could only moan as Olga brushed her hand across the dozen or so needles embedded within her left breast. Her right breast had so far been spared. Olga released the straps at Serena's wrists and ankles which held her to the cross. The girl stumbled forward, but was caught by her twin sister who helped to hold her up.

\"Do you want me to remove the needles before they go?\" Olga asked.

\"Don't bother,\" Mistress XS replied, admiring her slave's pincushion of a breast. \"I will give the girls a personal lesson in needle play before we get to our assignment.\"

\"Lucky girls,\" Olga remarked to her terrified slaves. \"Mistress XS is one of the best when it comes to finding creative places to stick needles. But don't think that just because you are off having fun with her that you can get out of your homework assignment. You are to come up with three ways in which we can make the needles more painful. I expect your answers on my desk by the start of the next class.\" She turned to her remaining students seated at their desks. \"Now, it looks like I will require a new volunteer to help continue with my demonstration. Anyone?\"

The remaining students shifted uncomfortably in their desks, hoping to avoid the attention of their instructor. She selected, Holly, the most frightened looking of her remaining students as Mistress XS led Serena and Alex out of the class and down to her own personal quarters.

\"You girls are going to help me put on a special show for your Aunt Catherine once she finally joins us here in our little dungeon,\" she explained as they walked. \"Won't that be exciting to see your dear aunt once again?\"

Tuesday, 26th October 7:25pm

The twins' dear aunt Catherine had by now soaked her hood and collar enough that she could breath again, though the hood still crushed her head within its vice-like grip. The headache that it had caused her for the entirety of the past day was the least of her worries. She looked on in concern as Mistress Severity unpacked her things, then took stock of the items Group XS had left at her disposal in Catherine's apartment. She carefully picked up each item, giving some of the whips and paddles test swings like a tennis pro evaluating a new racket. Once she had looked over everything in the living room she disappeared into the kitchen.

Catherine wished she would hurry up and release her already. If she waited much longer then she'd have to re-wet her headgear once more. She glanced nervously at the picture Mistress XS had given her to display for her new mistress. It was a framed photo of Mistress Severity standing in front of a thoroughly whipped and beaten slave with a signed and hand written note from the dominatrix which read, \"Catherine, I'm going to do so much more when it's your turn.\"

When finally she felt the rough hands of her mistress grab her from behind she jumped in surprise. The woman's powerful arms lifted her up like she weighed nothing. She set Catherine up on her feet, then released the handcuffs holding her arms to the braided cable. Catherine sighed in relief as she was able to move her arms in front of her body for the first time in over a day. She shrugged her stiff shoulders as Mistress Severity bent her forward and tore free the leather sheath which held Catherine's legs together.

Catherine nearly wept with joy as the ballet boots were pried feet from her tortured feet. She looked down at her bruised and mangled toes and wondered if they'd ever be normal again. Next to go was the rubber catsuit which had fit her body like a second skin. The cool air was refreshing after having spent so long in the stifling rubber. She was afraid to look down and see what the cable nooses had done to her breasts. She pressed her chin down against her unyielding leather collar and gasped. The base of her tits had been rubbed raw by the coarse, biting cables. An angry red ring circled each breast, bleeding in some spots, severely bruised in others, and painful everywhere.

Mistress Severity, too, was drawn to the sight of Catherine's damaged mammaries. She grinned like a schoolboy seeing his first set of tits as she reached up and grabbed onto the painful lumps of flesh. Catherine screamed into her gag as her mistress roughly mauled at her tits, twisting and crushing them in her massive hands. Catherine tried to resist, she raised her hands to pull the woman away from her chest but she was weak as a kitten after her long ordeal and was easy rebuffed by the powerful sadist.

Once Mistress Severity had tired of exploring Catherine's aching bosom she resumed freeing Catherine from her bondage. She pinched off the tube running from Catherine's catheter to her gag, then pulled the tube free from the hood. For the first time in a day Catherine didn't feel the steady drip-drip of her own urine hitting the back of her throat. By now she had probably recycled the same piss through her body a dozen times, if not more.

Mistress Severity paused as she contemplated removing the tight leather hood and collar. She tried in vain to wedge her fingers beneath the straps, but they were drawn so tight that she failed to make any headway.

\"My, my,\" she commented. \"You do like your bondage tight, don't you? I'll have to remember that.\" She considered how best to remove the tight leather. \"Maybe we just need to soften it up a little.\"

Before Catherine could realize what that meant, Mistress Severity had grabbed ahold of her head and thrust it into the bucket of piss on the floor in front of them. Catherine had only barely drawn in a breath before her head was dunked into the acrid, salty liquid. She futilely struggled against her mistress, placing her hands on the sides of the bucket and pushing herself up. But Mistress Severity was stronger. She held Catherine under for thirty seconds... forty seconds... a minute. Catherine's lungs burned. She blew tiny bubbles out of her nose in distress. Just as she was about to fall limp Mistress Severity lifted her free of the liquid.

Catherine came up coughing and gagging. She felt like she had snorted half the bucket of piss through her sinuses. Her throat burned as Mistress Severity evaluated the effectiveness of her efforts. She gave a pensive grunt before suddenly thrusting Catherine's head once more into the bucket.

Catherine had hardly recovered from her first dunking before Mistress Severity rammed her back under. Once again she barely was able to draw a breath as she plunged beneath the surface. Again she resisted. She pushed ineffectively with her arms. She kicked and flailed her legs. After being held under at least as long as the last time she was dragged out once more.

Mistress Severity regarded the hood and shrugged. \"I guess we'll have to cut it free. I hope Mistress XS doesn't mind,\" she said. \"I'll tell her it was your idea.\"

She dumped Catherine to the floor and went to retrieve her knife. Catherine lay on the ground, helpless and miserable. Mistress Severity returned wielding a massive hunting knife. She first cut free the binding, then slid the blade beneath each of the straps, sawing through the rigid rawhide. When the collar fell free Catherine gasped. Her chest swelled as for the first time in a long time she was able to breath deeply. Then the hood came loose. The attached gag was pried free of her clenched jaws. Catherine felt woozy as the blood rushed back to her head. She stared down at the leather prison that she had been trapped in for the past day. The rawhide still held the shape of her face like some horrid death mask that lay there staring back at her.

The panties from her lover, Lynne, her sister Georgina, and her nieces, Alex and Serena, which had been draped over her head beneath the hood had by now been practically embedded in her skin. Mistress Severity marveled at this fact as she slowly peeled each pair free from Catherine and tossed the panties back into the bucket.

Catherine waited expectantly for Mistress Severity to remove what Mistress XS had called her 'piss pants', but the stern woman made no move to do so. Instead she quietly appraised the pathetic slave laying before her on the floor.

\"Please,\" Catherine croaked as she rose to her knees to beg. \"Remove my panties too.\"

From the instant scowl that appeared on Mistress Severity's face you'd have thought that Catherine had just insulted her mother, her religion, and her favorite sports team. She wound up and slapped Catherine so hard across the face that it sent her sprawling to the floor.

A bright red handmark began to color Catherine's cheek as Mistress Severity barked, \"You do not make requests of me, slave! I am the one giving orders here and I will do whatever I damn well please. As far as I'm concerned you could wear the panties for the rest of my visit here with you. And you would if it wouldn't interfere with what I have planned.\" Her angry face grew as red as Catherine's stinging cheek. \"And furthermore, I am to be addressed as Mistress and you will never speak unless spoken to. Is that clear?\"

Catherine rubbed her sore cheek. \"Yes, mistress,\" she replied.

\"Good,\" now stay here while I go get a few things from the kitchen.

Catherine, too frightened to move, remained sprawled out on the floor, her face mere inches away from the framed picture of Mistress Severity and her previous miserable victim. This was not starting out the way she had hoped.

Tuesday, 26th October 7:45pm

While Catherine was getting acquainted with Mistress Severity, Mistress XS was just finishing up her needle play lesson with Serena and Alex.

When they arrived in Mistress XS's private apartment she had instructed Serena to remove the needles from her left tit and place them in the same position on her sister's left tit. Once this was accomplished it was Alex's turn to remove the needles and transfer them to her sister's right tit. Finally, as to be expected, the needles were again moved back to the final unmolested breast among the two of them.

The entire operation had taken longer than Mistress XS had liked, but part of that was her own fault. Whenever she felt that the girls were moving too slowly, or trying to show mercy, she would reach into her own kit of needles and add another to the mix. Unfortunately for Serena and Alex, Mistress XS's needles were much crueler than the ones from the classroom. They had little barbs running along them which grabbed and tore at the girls' flesh as they tried to remove them. By the time they had finished the number of needles they were transferring was double what they had started with.

Alex pulled the last of the barbed needles from her right breast, sobbing and bloodied. Mistress XS ordered the girls to stand at attention, hands behind their heads, as she explained their next task.

\"You two will be performing a little self-guided punishment demonstration for your aunt to show her how you have become enthusiastic and willing pain sluts under our care and tutelage. I will give you a series of punishments and I expect you to perform them perfectly and without hesitation,\" she explained. \"To make sure everything goes off without a hitch we are going to practice. We will practice again and again and again until I am certain that you will do everything right. It may take all night. It may take several days. But I think perfection is not too much to expect from a couple of eager, upstanding slaves such as yourselves.\"

Serena and Alex ignored the pain in their breasts as the prospect of spending several days under the close, personal gaze of Mistress XS sank in. That would be far, far worse.

Tuesday, 26th October 7:50pm

Mistress Severity returned from the kitchen carrying a tray of food and a bottle of water. \"I see you're admiring the photo of one of my previous slaves,\" she said, her tone considerably calmer now as she looked at the signed photo on the floor. \"That was taken after a particularly sound thrashing she received for putting me in a bad mood. Would you like to know what she did that made me so sour?\" she asked.

\"Yes, mistress,\" Catherine asked earnestly. She hoped to avoid whatever transgression that had led that other slave to ruin.

Mistress Severity leaned in close as if she was about to impart some great secret to Catherine. \"She said 'no' to me,\" Mistress Severity calmly stated.

Catherine glanced at her mistress with a look of mixed dread and disbelief.

\"I simply lose it when someone tells me 'no',\" she explained further. \"Especially a slave. I expect complete and total obedience and I deserve nothing less than that from my slaves. Wouldn't you agree?\"

Catherine, catching on, nodded her head. \"Yes, mistress. Thank you for letting me know.\"

\"You are welcome,\" she replied. \"Now what do you say we get started. As I understand it you haven't had anything to eat or drink for over twenty four hours, unless you count your own recycled piss. Is that right?\"

\"Yes, mistress,\" Catherine replied. Her dry mouth yearned for a sip of the bottled water Mistress Severity held in her hand and her stomach growled at the thought of solid food.

Rather than reach for the tray of food, Mistress Severity instead grabbed a long length of rope. Catherine stifled a groan as her mistress walked behind her and began to bind her wrists and elbows together. She then shoved her to the floor and used the rest of the rope to tie Catherine's ankles together, leaving a short length of rope between her ankles and wrists.

Now that Catherine was in a loose hogtie, Mistress Severity grabbed the bottle of water, removed the cap, and proceeded to pour the contents all over the floor. Catherine could feel a few cold drops of water splash against her skin, she was so desperate that she would readily drink the puddle right up. But Mistress Severity wasn't done yet. She produced an extra large box of little brass thumbtacks and dumped them all over the floor, primarily between Catherine and the tantalizing pool of water.

\"If you're thirsty then go ahead and drink,\" she said. \"But I expect you to slurp up every last drop.\"

The implication was clear. If Catherine wanted to drink then she would have to shimmy across the thumbtacks with nothing to shield her unprotected chest and abdomen. She slowly inched her way towards the puddle, taking care not to fall too hard onto any of the obstacles. But after watching Catherine move along for a few seconds Mistress Severity produced a riding crop and whacked it against Catherine's exposed backside. The crop emitted a sharp snap as it made contact with the piss pants, which did nothing to soften the blow. Catherine squealed in pain.

\"Hurry up, slave,\" she ordered. \"We haven't got all night. I want to see you move with some purpose.\" She emphasized her point with two more snaps of the crop.

Catherine scowled and quickened her pace. She wriggled right into the thick of the thumbtacks and gasped as the tiny sharpened pins dug into her soft and tender breasts. As soon as she reached the puddle she lowered her face to the floor and began slurping the cool refreshing liquid. Mistress Severity made liberal use of the crop to keep Catherine moving along as she slowly drank up all the water, and at the suggestion of her mistress Catherine licked the floor clean.

When she finished she rolled onto her back, revealing a dozen tacks that had embedded themselves in her fleshy breasts.

\"Good,\" Mistress Severity said. \"Now are you hungry?\"

Catherine's mouth watered at the prospect of food. \"Yes, mistress,\" she replied.

\"Alright. Lucky for you, Mistress XS sent along a list of your favorite foods. Let's see,\" she said, raising a sheet of paper before her and reading. \"Catherine likes to eat shit, human or animal, it doesn't matter. Dogfood. Dirt. Cum. Garbage. Hair. Spit,\" She lowered the list. \"It goes on and on like this. Do you really like to eat all this?\"

Catherine, of course, wanted to say 'no'. But the anguished eyes of Mistress Severity's previous slave stared back at her from the portrait nearby, warning her not to do anything foolish.

\"Yes, mistress,\" Catherine gulped, already nauseous at the thought of eating anything on that list. \"Those are my favorites.\"

\"Well I was just going to give you this bowl of oatmeal, but if that's what you like then I'll see if I can scare up something more to your taste,\" Mistress Severity laughed. Catherine watched as she returned to the kitchen, reached into the trash and pulled out an old banana peel and threw it in the bowl of oatmeal. She mashed it up with a spoon before topping the mixture with a pile of used coffee grounds. She placed the bowl on the floor and then garnished the dish with a gob of phlegm that she snorted out of her throat. \"Bon appetit,\" she said. \"I expect you to eat the entire thing and lick the bowl clean.\"

Catherine squirmed toward the bowl, embedding further tacks into her tits along the way. She was so hungry that she was able to mostly ignore the extras that Mistress Severity had added. But by the time that she finished she felt like there was a brick sitting in her stomach.

\"Alright,\" Mistress Severity remarked. \"Now we can almost get started. You must be full to bursting after wearing those piss pants for so long. Why don't you go to the bathroom while I get some things ready?\"

She loosened the knots at Catherine's wrists and then went about her task. Catherine shook loose the ropes binding her wrists and ankles and nearly sprinted to the bathroom. When she got there she closed the door and contemplated how best to remove her panties. She slowly peeled them down her legs, feeling the both dildos and her catheter slide out of her as she did so. Once she got them down to her thighs she nearly screamed in shock. Her pussy had been torn to shreds by the cable which she had drawn back and forth between her legs with every dunk of her head. She winced as she cleaned herself up and used the toilet, anxiously remembering that the device would not flush.

Tuesday, 26th October 8:35pm

\"No, no, no,\" Mistress XS chided. \"You're going far too easy on her.\" She snatched the whip out of Serena's hand and laid a stripe across Alex's back. Alex shrieked in pain. \"Like this,\" she said.

\"Let's start from the top,\" Mistress XS suggested over Alex's sobs. \"We'll get this right if it takes a hundred tries.\"

Tuesday, 26th October 8:40pm

Upon returning from the bathroom Catherine was directed to kneel before her mistress. Mistress Severity leaned down and ran her fingers along the fading bruises on Catherine's back.

\"These are lovely,\" she remarked. \"Who made them?\"

\"I did, mistress,\" Catherine replied, remembering the night that seemed so long ago when Mistress XS had her flog herself with a braided leather whip before placing herself in the first of her humiliating and painful predicaments.

\"Oh come now, you couldn't have done this,\" Mistress Severity said teasingly. \"You must have some secret mistress that came to give you such a sound thrashing.\"

\"I did do it myself, mistress,\" Catherine admitted.

\"So what? You think you're better at it than me?\" Mistress Severity said, her expression growing darker.

\"Mistress, n-,\" Catherine began before catching herself. She didn't want to contradict a woman with such a short fuse. \"I'm sure that you're much more skilled with a whip than I am.\"

\"Let's find out,\" Mistress Severity smiled with an evil grin. Catherine felt her heart drop. She had walked right into that one.

Mistress Severity hauled her to her feet and locked Catherine's left wrist into a cuff that was dangling from the rafters. She then locked her ankles into a wide spreader bar and thrust a whip into her free right hand. Catherine immediately recognized it as the same whip she had used before - nine leather strands with a thick knot at the end of each. She knew firsthand how much agony this whip could inflict.

\"You go first,\" Mistress Severity said. \"Twenty five strokes. Swing the whip around your front and under your left arm so that the braids land across your back. And no going easy. Any strokes that I don't think were hard enough will be added to the twenty five that I deliver.\"

Catherine felt sick. Mistress Severity watched intently as Catherine wound up and swung. The whip swished through the air, crashing against her flesh with a thud. Her back exploded in pain. Her knees buckled and she fell, held up only by her left wrist shackled to the ceiling. Catherine cried out in pain.

\"Oh, that wasn't nearly hard enough,\" Mistress Severity remarked. \"You'll have to do better than that if you want to show that you're better than me.\"

As Catherine wound up for the next strike Mistress Severity stopped her. \"Hold on,\" she said, \"we'd better get a gag for you. We don't want to disturb the neighbors, do we?\"

She looked around the room for a gag before her eyes settled on the nearly empty bucket of piss that Catherine had been dunking her head in all day. She held her nose and fished out three of the pairs of panties that were soaking in the bucket. Catherine recoiled at the sight of her loved ones' panties which had not too long ago been draped over head, but she dutifully opened wide as Mistress Severity packed her mouth with them. It was a struggle to get the final pair in place, but Mistress Severity was determined and no amount of choking or gagging from Catherine would stop her. Once they were in she picked up a roll of duct tape and wound it around her head several times to hold everything in place. She then stepped back and gestured for Catherine to continue.

Tuesday, 26th October 9:00pm

\"You stupid girls! Can't you do anything right?\" Mistress XS's patience was wearing thin. The cane in Alex's hand clattered to the ground as the angry woman approached. \"A cane is meant to strike a fleshy area, like this,\" she gave Alex two quick strikes across the back of the thighs with her own cane. Alex yelped, her hands reaching for her legs to massage her new welts.

Mistress XS sighed. \"Let's start over at the top again.\"

Tuesday, 26th October 10:45pm

Catherine's head swayed drunkenly from side to side, her chin resting on her chest. After she had delivered twenty five of her own strikes to her back with the whip, Mistress Severity had her turn. She had declared all but five of Catherine's blows as insufficient, so she added forty five of her own to the tally of Catherine's battered back. Though there was little doubt to begin with that Mistress Severity was more skilled with the whip, she set out to prove her point with vigor. By the time she had finished Catherine's back was one big bruise.

That was when Mistress Severity suggested that they test out their off hand. She chained Catherine's right wrist to the ceiling and pressed the whip into her left hand, but by this time Catherine was so weak she could hardly raise her arm. Mistress Severity stopped her short and decided to deliver all fifty of her left handed blows herself.

\"There. I hope that settles who is more skilled with a whip,\" Mistress Severity remarked. She unhooked Catherine's wrist from the ceiling and watched as the poor woman crumpled to the floor.

\"You look beat!\" Mistress Severity chuckled. \"Maybe it's time to get ready for bed. We've got a busy day tomorrow and we can't have you dragging.\"

She attached a set of manacles to Catherine's wrists then pulled them down to the middle of the spreader bar and locked them in place. Catherine lay with her face pressed into the floor and her ass held high in the air.

\"I tell you what,\" Mistress Severity said. \"You've been a good girl today, so I'll give you a little goodnight fucking as a reward. Let me introduce you to my favorite strap-on. This is Little Richard.\"

She pulled out a dildo that by no stretch of the imagination could be described as 'little'. She lubed it up and strapped it around her waist, then lined up behind Catherine.

Catherine stirred as she felt the tip of the enormous member enter her pussy. Mistress Severity tenderly rubbed Catherine's clit as she gently prodded in and out. Catherine was surprised by her mistress's gentleness after such cruelty and eventually began to respond. Just as she began to relax and lower her defenses Mistress Severity slammed the full length of the dildo hard into Catherine's unsuspecting cunt. She howled into her panty-stuffed mouth as Mistress Severity now jack-hammered away at her insides.

After a few minutes Mistress Severity let the strap-on pop free. \"Not doing it for you?\" she asked. \"You lesbians are always so hard to please. Maybe you're a backdoor girl?\"

Catherine pleaded for mercy as she felt a dribble of lube fall onto her asshole. Mistress Severity probed her anus with one, then two, then three fingers, loosening her up to make room for the dildo. When Catherine felt the tip of the strap-on touch her asshole she tried to wriggle her hips away, but Mistress Severity grabbed onto her hips and held her firmly. She eased the monster into Catherine's ass as the woman cried out. She slowly slid the dildo in and out, each time pressing a little deeper until finally she had buried the entire length inside. Catherine felt like she would burst, she was so full. After a few minutes more Mistress Severity finally pulled free, leaving Catherine's gaping asshole pointing up towards the ceiling.

\"I give up,\" Mistress Severity said. \"I'm giving you some of my best stuff here. Maybe you'd like me to use my other strap-on, Big Dick?\" She gestured to an item on the coffee table that was somehow even bigger and more menacing than what Catherine had just experienced.

Catherine vehemently shook her head to indicate she'd had enough.

\"Alright,\" Mistress Severity replied putting away her strap-ons. \"There's just one last thing before we turn in. I like to get my breakfast ready the night before so that there's less work to do in the morning. Fortunately Mistress XS gave me a wonderful smoothie recipe that she said you would just love. Let's get that prepared, shall we?\"

Catherine moaned in dismay as Mistress Severity retreated into the kitchen. She was in so much pain and discomfort. She just wanted this day to end.

Mistress Severity returned a few minutes later carrying a tray of food and holding a recipe card.

\"Let's see,\" she said. \"Start with a frozen banana.\" She picked up a peeled banana up from the tray. Catherine jumped as she felt a cold sensation against her anus. The smoothie was going in her ass! She cried out as Mistress Severity shoved the frozen fruit into her. It slid in easily as a result of the stretching caused by the dildo. \"You know what? Let's do two. I bet all this fun is making you hungry!\" She picked up a second frozen banana and rammed it in alongside the first.

Catherine shivered as Mistress Severity read the recipe again. \"Next add some freshly chopped cayenne peppers, the spicier the better.\"

Catherine screamed as Mistress Severity's next touch felt like it had set her anus on fire. She shrieked and wriggled as the woman pressed the peppers into her ass as far as she could with her fingers. Catherine thrashed about as the burning sensation spread to her insides. Mistress Severity had to hold her still as she then pressed in a medley of frozen chopped strawberries, blueberries, and pineapple before finally completing the process by plugging Catherine's ass with a freshly cut knob of ginger.

\"There. That should be all ready for you in the morning. Don't you go pushing any of that out before I tell you to. You don't want to anger me in the morning. I'm grumpy until I get my coffee,\" she warned.

Catherine shivered and sobbed as she felt her ass both freezing from the frozen fruit and burning from the spicy peppers. She watched as Mistress Severity sauntered into the bedroom and plopped down in Catherine's big, comfy bed, then shut off the lights.

Tuesday, 26th October 11:35pm

Mistress XS latched shut the small wooden box she had packed Serena away in for the night, then slid it over next to the matching box containing her sister. The girls were starting to slow down, their accumulated punishments wearing down their endurance. The two of them had yet to even complete the routine once successfully. Though part of that was due to Mistress XS. She kept coming up with new ideas for the girls to try out which usually resulted in some mistake that led Mistress XS to command that they start again from the beginning. But it was no matter. There was still plenty of time for the girls to get the routine down right.

Mistress XS stalked off to find someone to share her bed with her for the night.

Chapter 2

Wednesday, 27th October 8:00am

\"Good morning, Catherine.\"

Catherine's eyes shot open at the sound of the flinty voice with the hint of a Russian accent. It was a voice she could never forget. She immediately looked around, still groggy from sleeping on the floor. Had she been taken to the XS dungeons in her sleep? No. She was still in her apartment turned torture studio, where she had spent the previous evening with Mistress Severity. She lifted her head up from the floor, her neck was stiff from sleeping with her ass up in the air and her face pressed against the hardwood beneath her. A stiff neck was the least of her aches and pains. Propped up a few inches from her face was a smartphone. On it was a video call with none other than the person whose voice had been tattooed in her brain - Mistress XS.

Mistress XS looked to be laying in bed. In contrast to Catherine, she was relaxed and refreshed, her skin glowed and her grey eyes sparkled behind her signature black mask. \"I hope you've been enjoying your time with Mistress Severity. We've been reviewing the tapes from the security cameras that we installed and she looks to be doing a commendable job. Though we're still looking forward to when you'll come join us here. We do hope it is soon,\" she said. \"In the meantime I've been spending some quality time with Lynne. I can tell why you like her so much, she's such a remarkable pussy licker. Isn't that right, Lynne?\"

Mistress XS tipped the camera down so it was pointed towards her hips. There, protruding from a hole in the middle of the bed was Lynne's head. It was difficult to see her through the thick rubber bag pulled over her head. The rubber bag was attached to the pair of panties that Mistress XS was wearing, holding Lynne's face pressed tight up against Mistress XS's cunt. Nevertheless, it was unmistakably her. Catherine's heart fluttered at the sight of her lover. She was alive, though she was firmly in the clutches of Group XS.

\"Why, she's so eager to please that she has spent nearly every night since she's arrived here with her face pressed against my pussy,\" Mistress XS bragged. \"When she can't get enough of my pussy juice I make sure to give her plenty of my piss to drink. In fact,\" she paused. \"I haven't yet used the bathroom today. I hope she doesn't mind.\"

Catherine heard a plaintive squeal from Lynne as Mistress XS let loose a hot stream of piss into the rubber sack. Lynne quickly moved to drink it up, fearing the consequences of displeasing Mistress XS.

\"Anyway,\" Mistress XS continued once she had finished. \"I just wanted to call and check in. Also, I wanted to see the look on your face when Mistress Severity 'blended' up your smoothie.\"

With the sight of Lynne and Mistress XS, Catherine had completely forgotten about the more immediate threat that was lurking in her apartment. Her eyes grew wide as she felt the ginger buttplug roughly torn free from her ass in one quick pull. Before she could even register the effect of that action, Mistress Severity drove hard and deep into her ass with her strap-on. Catherine howled into her panty gag at the sudden and intense intrusion. Mistress Severity reversed course to pull the dildo out and then slammed it in again and again, mashing the now-thawed fruit that had spent the night in Catherine's ass.

Catherine bucked and squirmed, fighting her restraints while Mistress Severity reamed her again and again, determined to mash the fruit stuffed inside her into a pulp. Catherine's ass burned, not just from the stretching caused by the dildo and the foodstuffs packed within her, but also from the hot peppers that were now being forced in to previous untouched places within her body.

On the video Mistress XS cackled with delight at the sight of Catherine's suffering. After taking in the scene for a moment she blew Catherine a kiss before signing off and leaving Catherine alone with her rapist.

\"That Mistress XS is really a wonderful woman,\" Mistress Severity said as she continued pumping away at Catherine's ass. \"She even sent me a little gift this morning to use while I prepare your breakfast. They're called 'kitten gloves'.\"

Catherine screamed as she felt Mistress Severity lean forward and grab her tits, one in each of her massive hands. Mistress Severity was wearing gloves covered in tiny, sharp spikes! She helplessly thrashed and fought as Mistress Severity mauled at her tits, squeezing and pinching. She thought she might faint as her nipples were crushed between spiked fingers. Then Mistress Severity explored other parts of Catherine's body with the gloves. She ran spiked fingers along her bruised back. She slapped Catherine's ass in time with her thrusts from the strap-on. She rubbed Catherine's pussy with her sharpened fingers.

Finally she decided that Catherine had had enough. She pulled the dildo free with a pop. Then she freed Catherine from her gag and bonds and had her squat over a bowl so that she could expel her breakfast. While she did that, Mistress Severity stood with her dildo in front of Catherine's mouth so that she could lick it clean. Catherine's stomach turned at the taste of the dildo, streaked with shit and ground up fruit. The spicy peppers burned her throat as she licked the member clean. When she finished, Mistress Severity knelt her down in front of the bowl so that she could slurp up her breakfast.

\"Eat up,\" Mistress Severity chided. \"We've got a busy day ahead of us.\"

Wednesday, 27th October 8:30am

While Catherine was enjoying her breakfast, her sister, Georgina was staring at the ceiling as she had been for hours, really because she had no other choice but to do so. She was naked, strapped into a chair that certainly must have been lifted from a dentist's office. Though, of course, it had several of Group XS's usual modifications done to it. Leather straps held her wrists to the armrests. The chain connecting the shackles on her ankles was fed through a ring on the end of the chair. A thick leather strap ran across her neck, tight enough to hold her in place, but not tight enough to choke. Before she had been placed in the chair a leather half-hood had been laced around her head. The stiff leather came down just to the tip of her nose. With the cutouts for eyeholes the effect almost made her look like some comic book superhero. Unfortunately for Georgina, the chair she sat in also had straps which mated with buckles on her hood. The effect was to hold her head immovably in place, pressed up against the headrest of the chair.

Georgina contemplated what fresh new torture was awaiting her. Her imagination plumbed the depths of pain and depravity that she had experienced in her time with Group XS, causing her anxiety to grow as the hours ticked past. She could see just out of the corner of her eye a lamp on a swivel arm and a metal tray, presumably loaded with miscellaneous nefarious tools.

She heard someone enter.

\"Good morning, Georgina,\" she heard a woman with an Eastern European accent say. The voice sent shivers down Georgina's spine. She recognized it as Dr. Zorhof, the monster who had inflicted horrible medical tortures on her previously, all while laughing maniacally as she plied scream after scream from her agonized victim.

\"Please, don't hurt me. Have mercy on me,\" Georgina sobbed.

\"Well if I did that,\" Dr. Zorhof said as she plopped down on a stool next to Georgina. \"Then I wouldn't have any fun. Now would I?\"

Georgina opened her mouth to plead her case, but was silenced as the doctor shoved a dental gag in behind her teeth. The hinged metal gag slipped into place and ratcheted open - click, click, until her mouth was spread as wide as possible.

\"Mmmph, mmmph,\" Georgina cried out, her speech removed by the inability to move her jaw.

Dr. Zorhof picked up a pair of forceps and fished around in Georgina's mouth until she managed to grab a hold of the terrified woman's flailing tongue, which was essentially the only part of Georgina's head that was still able to move.

\"Now, now,\" Dr. Zorhof admonished. \"If you're going to make this difficult then I promise things will get very unpleasant for you.\"

Georgina acquiesced and held still while Dr. Zorhof stretched her tongue out of her mouth and then snapped a clamp close to the tip. It was compromised of a pair of one inch square metal plates held tightly together with a spring. The surface of each plate was lined with ridges to ensure that the clamp would not slip. Once the clamp was in place, the forceps were released. Georgina pulled her tongue back into her mouth and held it awkwardly, the metal clattering against her teeth.

Dr. Zorhof turned to the silver tray of tools, picking up each tool and inspecting it. Georgina looked on in terror as she saw various probes, hooks, pliers, scrapers, and other unknown implements gleam in the harsh light of the room.

\"Shall we begin?\" Dr. Zorhof asked. Georgina's pleading was unintelligible. \"Actually, I think that tongue might get in the way of things. Maybe I should just cut it out?\"

Georgina's protests went up an octave. Dr. Zorhof laughed, \"I'm only kidding, see?\" She snapped a second smaller clamp onto the end of the one attached to her tongue and stretched it up until it met her septum. She closed the second clamp, locking Georgina's tongue up near her nostrils. Now, not even that could move.

\"This ought to be fun,\" Dr. Zorhof said, admiring her tools. \"Though I have to admit that I have no formal training in dentistry. But can I tell you a secret?\" She leaned in close. \"I have no training in medicine either. I'm a doctor of chemistry. Ha!\"

She sat up again and put on a surgical mask and protective goggles, then grabbed an ominous looking syringe from the tray. \"You look nervous. Here, I'll give you something for the pain.\" Dr. Zorhof lowered the needle to Georgina's chest and jabbed it into her breast. Georgina howled as her tit erupted in an intense burning sensation. The syringe was pulled free and Georgina's other tit was given the same treatment.

Dr. Zorhof looked Georgina in the eye. \"Oh, it's not to reduce the pain. This is my own special serum, it has stimulants to keep you from passing out from the pain!\" she laughed. \"The burning is just a fun side effect, don't you think?\"

She leaned in again. \"Now we can get started, yes?\"

Wednesday, 27th October 8:50am

Catherine, like her sister, was also now staring at the ceiling, but through the underside of a seat attached to a throne-like chair in her bathroom. After she had finished her breakfast Mistress Severity had pulled down one of the mannequin heads atop her bookshelf which was modeling one of several selections of hoods that Group XS had provided. She fitted the transparent rubber hood over Catherine's head, making sure to tuck Catherine's long hair up into it so the hood would form an airtight seal around her neck.

There was no other opening in the hood aside from a complicated stainless steel fitting that was positioned over her mouth. The hood was hot. It fit loosely around her head, except in the spots where tightness was necessary to hold the mouthpiece in place. Once it had been fastened Mistress Severity dragged Catherine into the bathroom where she mated the stainless steel fitting to its counterpart on the bottom of a perspex bowl attached to the throne. Catherine was left staring anxiously at the ceiling, waiting for the part that she inevitably knew was next.

Mistress Severity dropped her pants and sat atop the throne. Catherine watched as a torrent of piss splashed down into the bowl and, acting like a giant funnel, drained into her open mouth. Catherine coughed and choked as the hot, salty piss hit the back of her throat. She struggled to drink it down quickly as the liquid blocked the only source of fresh air into the hood, but the liquid came faster than she could swallow. It filled her mouth then spilled out over the sides, collecting in the hood itself. Catherine could feel the warmth soaking into her hair on the back of her head as the liquid collected at the bottom.

Fortunately Mistress Severity soon ran out of piss. Catherine swallowed down the last of the foul drink until she was finally able to breathe once more. Her body convulsed with retches and heaves as she fought to keep the piss down - the last thing she wanted to do was to fill the hood with her own vomit. She was left gasping as the last of her mistress's urine soaked into her hair. She could feel the remainder swishing around her head as she wriggled uncomfortably beneath the throne.

She was grateful that that was the worst of it. Mistress Severity was drained, and Catherine could be left to wallow in the small amount of piss that had escaped her mouth. Her relief was short-lived, however, as Mistress Severity picked up a large ladle and opened the toilet next to the throne. It was the same toilet that Catherine, and also Mistress Severity, had used several times in the previous days, and had had its flusher disabled. Catherine watched in horror as the ladle was dipped into the bowl and a first large scoop of toilet water was retrieved.

Wednesday, 27th October 9:15am

The whir of the dental drill was drowned out by Georgina's agonized screams. Dr. Zorhof pressed the tool to her victim's molar, chipping away at the tooth, widening the hole she had already started. Georgina, completely immobilized and unable to resist her assailant, futilely pounded her feet on the chair she was strapped to.

Dr. Zorhof paused to grab her suction tool, 'Mr. Thirsty', she had playfully called it. She poked it into various parts of Georgina's mouth, sucking up the blood and saliva that had accumulated and threatened to choke her victim.

\"There, I think that's deep enough,\" Dr. Zorhof remarked. \"Let's see.\"

She reached onto her tray and removed a small metal probe. She jabbed the thin, sharp point down into the hole she had made, scraping it against the pulpy inner tooth. Georgina's inhuman shrieks were confirmation to Dr. Zorhof that she had indeed drilled away enough enamel.

Next Dr. Zorhof took a small copper wire and placed it down against the exposed nerve in the cavity. While holding that in place she squirted a gob of cement into the hole and sealed up the tooth good as new, except for the exposed wire that now jutted out from the pearly white molar. It matched the other filling Dr. Zorhof had made on the opposite side of Georgina's mouth.

Dr. Zorhof sat back and removed her goggles and mask, wiping the blood spatter from her lenses. \"All done,\" she said.

Georgina's relief was palpable. She closed her eyes as Dr. Zorhof gingerly dabbed away the tears that had pooled on her face. Her sobs gradually faded as the doctor cleaned her tools and then stood up.

\"I'm going to take a little break,\" she announced. \"When I come back we can get to work on your top teeth.\"

\"Ungh! Ungh!\" Georgina wailed, fresh tears growing on her face.

Wednesday, 27th October 9:22am

Despite her best efforts, Catherine could not drink any more. Mistress Severity had essentially emptied the toilet bowl with her ladle. At first Catherine guzzled down the sickening liquid so that she could steal a breath of fresh air between scoops. But soon her stomach was full and she could drink no more down. The piss-water spilled out over her mouth and collected in the hood, the water level rising higher and higher. First it rose to her ears, muffling Mistress Severity's words of encouragement that she dispensed along with each scoop. Then it rose to her face, the filthy liquid burned her eyes, forcing her to press them shut and blinding her to the outside world. Finally, it had completely filled the hood to the point that no more liquid would drain from the bowl affixed to the mouthpiece below.

Catherine kicked and flailed as her air supply was cut off. Her lungs burned as she felt Mistress Severity release the metal fitting from the bowl on the throne. The last of the liquid in the bowl splashed down to the floor along with Catherine. A valve on the mouthpiece prevented anything from escaping, but by positioning herself so that her mouth was the highest point on the hood Catherine was once again able to draw air into her lungs.

Mistress Severity waited a moment for Catherine to take a few breaths, then roughly lifted her slave to her feet. Catherine felt the liquid shift and managed to take a deep breath before her airway was closed off again. Her bloated stomach rumbled as she was stood upright. She was led back into the living room with her head now enclosed in a tinted yellow bubble.

Wednesday, 27th October 10:45am

Georgina had been left in terror, awaiting the return of Dr. Zorhof and the promise of more pain. Her lower jaw was in pulsated in agony after suffering the first round of the evil doctor's tortures. Her mouth, still propped open by the dental gag, was dry. Her tongue, still clamped to her septum, ached. It felt like it had been stretched longer by the continuous strain.

She heard the door to the room creak open. Georgina's heart raced as a refreshed Dr. Zorhof loomed above her. \"Did you have a good break?\" she asked. Georgina was unable to reply. \"Let's continue. First we'll have to move that tongue out of the way.\"

She released the clamp from Georgina's septum. Georgina withdrew her tongue back into her mouth, the metal clamp clattering against her teeth.

\"Now what can I attach it to in order to keep it out of the way?\" Dr. Zorhof wondered aloud. She reached for her tray. Georgina fought against the straps holding her torso in place as she saw Dr. Zorhof pick up an oversized fishhook. She knew exactly what the doctor had in mind.

Georgina squealed in pain as Dr. Zorhof pressed the barbed tip of the hook into the flesh just behind her left nipple. Her breathing grew rapid as another hook was produced. Dr. Zorhof drew out the terror and suspense before plunging the second hook into Georgina's other tit. Next she took a short chain and connected each hook to the clamp on Georgina's tongue, making sure each length was short enough to pull her tongue out as far as it would go while at the same time tugging at the hooks buried in her tits.

\"I bet you need another dose of my special serum. We don't want you passing out before we get to the best part,\" Dr. Zorhof announced. Georgina begged and pleaded, but her cries only came out as mumbles as Dr. Zorhof produced another syringe of the milky white serum. Her tits had only just recently ceased burning from the original dose.

Dr. Zorhof jabbed the needle into the underside of Georgina's breasts several times each, dispensing a small dose of the serum each time. Georgina felt the now-too-familiar burning as the substance went to work on her tits.

\"That's better,\" Dr. Zorhof declared. \"Now, where were we?\"

She picked up her drill and leaned over Georgina's anguished face. The whir of the drill and Georgina's screams soon filled the room again.

Wednesday, 27th October 11:20am

Catherine groaned within her liquid prison as she reached for the metal wheel positioned above her head and turned. She screamed as she felt the bite of sharp metal clamps on her tits and clit.

After leading her out of the bathroom, Mistress Severity had mounted her on a flat, narrow board laying faceup. Catherine gratefully sucked in fresh air as the position allowed her to tip her chin up and breath through the metal fitting of the hood. She was bound into place on the board with thin wire across her torso. Her legs were bent double and also secured to the board with wire, then her arms were positioned above her head.

She felt her body shift as Mistress Severity hefted Catherine, board and all, into the air. A fitting on either end of the board snapped into place on a pair of supports that held her suspended a few feet above the floor so that she looked like a roast pig lashed to a barbecue spit. Mistress Severity let go and Catherine felt the entire apparatus turn. The board pivoted on its long axis and Catherine turned along with it. Her body was now facing the floor. The thin wires bit hard into her flesh as they suspended her weight. The sudden move surprised Catherine and she sucked in a mouthful of piss water when the contents of her hood shifted to cover her airhole. She sputtered and coughed and found herself once more starved for breath until finally she felt her mistress rotate the board until she was face up again.

\"Silly girl,\" Mistress Severity chided. \"It's not time for that, yet.\"

She guided Catherine's hands to a metal wheel mounted on the support nearest to her head. Catherine grabbed ahold, doing so allowed her to prevent the board from tipping her facedown again. She eagerly held the position since it allowed her to breath and also kept the thin metal wire from digging into her skin. But her grip nearly slipped as she felt the first bite of a harsh spring loaded clamp snap down upon her nipple. She quickly caught herself before the board was able to turn and braced herself for the inevitable bite of a second clamp on her other nipple.

She bucked as the second clamp was snapped on, but held firm. However, Catherine actually did let go when she felt Mistress Severity's fingers delve into the folds of her pussy to tease her clit out of hiding. But Mistress Severity caught her with a tut-tut and snapped a third clamp onto Catherine's sensitive nub. As Catherine screamed in pain, Mistress Severity let go of her again. The agony in her pussy had distracted Catherine from holding onto the wheel and she felt a surge as the board flipped her face down again. The water again sloshed around within her hood. The thin wires again dug into her flesh where they held her against the board. But this time there was a new twist as, shortly after Catherine turned, heretofore unknown weights attached to long chains on the ends of the clamps crashed taught. Catherine thought she might pass out as a sickening wave of pain flooded over her. She flailed and struggled against her predicament, waiting for Mistress Severity to right her again. Her chest grew tight as she exhausted her breath and no help came.

\"I'm not going to help you again,\" Mistress Severity complained. \"You can tip yourself up.\"

Catherine suddenly remembered the wheel near her hands. She grabbed ahold and turned. With some effort she was able to rotate herself face up once more. She greedily sucked in more air and sobbed in pain. Catherine now kept a white knuckle grip on the wheel. She certainly did not want to tip herself over again.

Unfortunately Mistress Severity had a plan to get her to do just that. She lubed up a narrow metal rod and slid it up into Catherine's trembling cunt. Compared to the other things she'd had shoved up inside her recently, the size was manageable. But it wasn't the size that Catherine needed to worry about, it was that once Mistress Severity plugged it in to a box on the underside of the board, a heating element within the dildo activated.

Catherine began to stir as she felt the metal grow hotter and hotter. Mistress Severity watched in sadistic glee as Catherine began to panic. She shimmied her hips within her bonds hoping to shake the item loose, but it was firmly lodged in place. Finally, after Catherine's cries reached a fevered pitch Mistress Severity informed her that the heating element had a gravity switch and it would deactivate if it were inverted.

Forgetting all else, Catherine immediately released her grip on the wheel above her head. She swung upside down again, her weight straining against the thin metal wires binding her. The weights again crashed down as they slid free from her body, delivering a fierce tug on Catherine's nipples and clit. As she hung there, wracked in misery, Catherine could sense the metal rod in her pussy quickly lose its blazing heat. Unfortunately, in her haste to evade its burn she had failed to take a deep breath before she turned. Her lungs now drew her attention and she knew her relief was to be short-lived. Begrudgingly, she grabbed ahold of the wheel and tipped herself face up once more. Almost immediately she could sense the metal rod begin its heating sequence again.

Mistress Severity watched in amusement as Catherine went for a few more spins before heading off into the bedroom to take a break. She just loved it when her slaves tortured themselves.

Wednesday, 27th October 11:40am

Dr. Zorhof sat back and wiped the blood and bone fragments from her protective goggles while Georgina sobbed uncontrollably. Her face was in total agony. She felt a throbbing pain on either side of her mouth where Dr. Zorhof had added two more fillings to match the ones in her bottom molars. These, too, had left her with thin copper wires embedded in her teeth, resting against the sensitive nerves within.

At last the drill had fallen silent and Dr. Zorhof had packed it away. Georgina thought that the worst was over. Unfortunately, Dr. Zorhof was ready to prove her wrong.

Dr. Zorhof picked up a small flat device with a blinking green LED on it. \"I may not be a doctor with a fancy medical degree,\" she explained. \"But I am a scientist. And you, my dear, will have the honor of helping me to test an experiment.\"

She took out a tub of denture paste and slathered some of the goop over one side of the device she held. Then she took the item and pressed it up against the hard palette on the roof of Georgina's mouth. The device seemed to be formed fit to the shape, like a retainer, and it slid snugly in place.

\"You see,\" Dr. Zorhof explained as she took a pair of tweezers and connected the four wires embedded in Georgina's teeth to ports on the edge of the unit. \"I was having a discussion with Mrs. Kellerman recently. As you may be aware Mrs. Kellerman is a big fan of electricity play.\" Georgina had spent some time with Mrs. Kellerman recently and was well aware of that fact. \"She was lamenting to me that she wanted to deliver a more intense shock to her victims, but she was afraid that if she delivered any higher voltages or currents then she would risk killing them.\"

Dr. Zorhof picked up a small remote control and powered it on. Georgina's heart began to beat faster.

\"Mrs. Kellerman is a wonderful woman, and I consider her a great friend, but she lacks the mind of a scientist. Instead of wondering how she could deliver more electricity to her victims she should have thought harder about where to deliver it,\" Dr. Zorhof carried on, her fingers gently caressed Georgina's cheek. \"The face and head, including your teeth, are richly served by the nervous system and make for an exquisitely sensitive and responsive anatomic region. Did you know that dental nerves do not feel heat, cold, sweets, or touch? No, when the dental nerve is stimulated, its only response is pain.\"

Georgina was now visibly shaking. Her eyes were locked on the remote, which obviously controlled the device in her mouth that was wired to her teeth.

\"If my theory is correct then I can accomplish more than what Mrs. Kellerman can while using less than one hundredth the power. What do you say we find out?\" she looked down at her victim with mouth still pried wide by the dental gag and her tongue pulled tightly to her tits. Dr. Zorhof chuckled to herself. \"I guess you don't say much.\"

She unhooked the tongue clamp from the nipple chains and then released Georgina's tongue from its tight grip. Then she unlocked and removed the dental gag. For the first time in hours Georgina could move her mouth and speak.

\"Please don't hurt me, Dr. Zorhof,\" she begged, her speech slurred by the device mounted in her mouth. \"I can't take anymore. I'll do anything you want. Just please don't activate that device. Please!\"

Dr. Zorhof paused as if she was considering Georgina's pleas for mercy, then said, \"I know you'll do anything that I want. But just think of how eager you'll be after I give you a taste of this.\" She held up the remote. \"Besides, it's in the name of science!\"

She picked up a thick strip of leather and thrust it between Georgina's teeth as the woman continued to plead for mercy.

\"You'll want to bite down on this,\" she advised. \"I'd hate for you to bite off your tongue after all the trouble I went through to keep it out of harm's way.\"

Georgina complied, but continued her begging, which increased in intensity as Dr. Zorhof raised the remote. The doctor pressed the button.

It was as if a bomb went off in Georgina's brain. She felt a white hot pain so intense that it made her vision fade. Her jaw clenched so hard that she nearly bit through the leather strap. She pounded her legs against the footrest of the chair. Her tits shook so vigorously that they threatened to fling free the hooks still embedded within them. The pain felt like it was everywhere at once. It was so intense that it defied existence within a single location. She had become the living embodiment of pain. After two seconds Georgina lost control of her bladder and a stream of piss gushed out and pooled on the chair. After five seconds she lost control of her bowels and evacuated those as well.

When Dr. Zorhof finally released the button Georgina continued screaming for several seconds before hyperventilating and then morphing to uncontrollable sobbing.

\"Impressive,\" Dr. Zorhof remarked. She waited several minutes for Georgina to calm down before saying, \"If that was your reaction to the 'low' setting, then I wonder how much you'll like the 'high' one?\"

Georgina began screaming before Dr. Zorhof even lifted the remote. Upon activation Georgina was thrown into a pain even more intense than the last blast. The poor woman writhed in agony before her exuberant torturer. But, finally, mercifully, she passed out. Not even Dr. Zorhof's stimulants could overcome the overwhelming agony of this latest torture.

Dr. Zorhof shrugged, set down the remote, and went to find a slave to lick up the mess Georgina had made.

Wednesday, 27th October 12:00pm

Catherine's arms trembled as she maintained her grip on the wheel near her head. She tried to take deep soothing breaths. She flexed her muscles one at a time, trying to distract herself from the heat growing in her cunt. She wanted to hold out as long as possible before tipping herself over, but she knew it was inevitable.

About twenty minutes into her torture, during one of her spins a nipple clamp had snapped free from her tit and clattered loudly to the floor. Mistress Severity, angry at the interruption, stormed into the room and snapped it back in place, but not before thoroughly thrashing the offending tit with her riding crop first.

Now, more than an hour into her punishment Catherine had settled into a miserable routine of waiting for the metal rod to grow unbearably hot, then taking a deep breath and slowly pivoting herself face down. The controlled turn did nothing to lessen the pain from the weights as they dropped free, but it kept the metal wire binding her to the board from biting so hard into her skin, which she was sure must be cut and bleeding by now.

But now Catherine had a new problem. The copious amounts of toilet water that she had drunk earlier in the day had worked its way through her system and now left her bladder uncomfortably full. Her leg twitched as she fought to maintain her composure. She wasn't sure how much longer she would be left like this and whether or not she could hold it much longer.

The heat from the metal rod stole her attention away from her overfull bladder. Catherine tightened her grip on the wheel and slowly turned herself over. But this time, through an unfortunate fluke of fate, as the metal weights attached to her nipples swung down they crashed together. The impact translated up the chains and into Catherine's bruised nipples. The unexpected sensation caught Catherine by surprise and she dropped her composure for a second. It was just long enough for a torrent of urine to come blasting out of her. Once she had started Catherine couldn't stop. She drained her bladder all over the floor beneath her.

The noise drew the attention of Mistress Severity, who came storming back into the room again.

\"What the fuck is this?\" she raged. \"You think you can piss all over the floor like an animal?!\"

She tipped Catherine upright and rained a flurry of blows all up and down her body with her riding crop. Catherine squealed and screamed, trying to wriggle free of the abuse, but her bonds held her tight.

\"I was about to come let you free, but since you seem to have made yourself comfortable here you can stay longer,\" she said. \"Now that you've made some more room, I'll let you down once you drink the remaining contents in your hood.\"

Catherine moaned in dismay. She had intentionally held her throat closed when she tipped upside-down to avoid having any more of the disgusting liquid going down to her stomach. Now she would have to drink it all if she wanted to be free of this torture.

Mistress Severity stalked away and left Catherine to her newest unpleasant task.

Wednesday, 27th October 5:08pm

Georgina awoke with the worst headache of her life, she had no idea what time it was or how long she'd been passed out. To her relief she was no longer strapped into the horrid dental chair. She had been moved while she was unconscious and now found herself laying on the floor in Dr. Zorhof's personal quarters. The hooks had been removed from her breasts, though they still ached in the spots where the sharp metal had pierced her. She was dressed now in a tight black latex catsuit. Her entire body from the tips of her toes to the top of her head was covered in the shiny black material, with only two small holes beneath her nose for air and two eyeholes through which she could take in her surroundings.

Beneath the latex hood her lips had been taped shut. She felt around the inside of her mouth with her tongue and discovered that the electric torture device was still affixed to the roof of her mouth. Her wrists had been fitted into a simple pair of handcuffs and locked behind her back. That was the extent of her bondage.

As she stirred she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. Dr. Zorhof stood up from her desk and walked over to Georgina.

\"Ah, you're finally awake,\" she said. \"I was beginning to think that you would need some encouragement to rejoin the world of the waking.\" Dr. Zorhof gestured to the remote that she held in her hand. The sight of which snapped Georgina fully awake. Her frightened eyes remained fixed on the controller as Dr. Zorhof continued, \"I imagine you've had enough fun for one day and would like to return to your cell.\" Georgina nodded with tears in her eyes because she knew that that was destined to not be the case.

\"How about this?\" Dr. Zorhof suggested. \"Do you see that button on the floor just in front of your face? I'd like you to press that with your nose.\"

Georgina saw the small silver button and moved over it. She nervously lowered her nose to the button, unsure of what to expect. There was a click as the button depressed, and to Georgina's relief, nothing happened.

\"Very good,\" Dr. Zorhof remarked. Georgina heard her flip a switch and then set down the remote. \"You'll probably want to keep that button depressed. I have now rigged it up to the shock device within your mouth. If you release the button then it will set it off.\"

Georgina's eyes grew wide with fear and she pressed her nose harder against the button, absolutely determined not to let it go.

\"Don't worry. I put it on the 'low' setting. You liked that one, right?\" Dr. Zorhof teased. \"Anyhow, I need to go run some errands for a bit, but how about I bring someone out to keep you company?\"

She walked over to a narrow cabinet against the wall and unlocked the door. Out spilled a woman dressed entirely in latex just like Georgina, except she wore no hood. It appeared that the force of the cabinet door crushed against her body was the only thing holding the slave into the enclosure. Dr. Zorhof bent down and picked up the terrified girl, guiding her over to a chair in the corner of the room.

\"There, there,\" Dr. Zorhof said. \"I told you I'd come back for you once Georgina was ready. You couldn't have been in there for more than...\" She checked her watch. \"Oh,\" she said. \"Oh well, you're out now. So let's have some fun.\"

She began strapping the anxious woman into the chair as she continued her smalltalk. \"Beth, have you met Georgina? She is Catherine's sister. You're going to keep her company while she's staying here with us.\" She turned now to Georgina. \"This is Beth. She and I go way back, even to the time before your sister sent me to prison. She serves now as my personal maid. In fact, I bet she has licked clean the spot you're kneeling on at least two dozen times since I moved back here. Isn't that right, Beth?\"

\"Yes, mistress,\" the slave meekly agreed.

Dr. Zorhof went to a cabinet and produced an item that was immediately familiar to Georgina because it had been used on her not too long ago, and, until today, had been the worst pain she'd ever felt in her life. It was a harness connected to an oddly shaped dildo device that had several tubes running from it. The dildo, once properly inserted, could be inflated until it was the size of a fullterm baby!

\"In all our time together,\" Dr. Zorhof said, now addressing Beth, \"I can't believe you've never experienced this.\" As she held the item aloft for Beth to see the girl suddenly became much more animated, \"No! Please mistress, anything but that! Whip me! Burn me! Fuck me with The Punisher! Anything but that!\" she begged. Beth had seen the device used on many other slaves and knew well the complete agony it delivered to its victims, especially since Dr. Zorhof loved to remove the dildo without deflating it first!

Beth continued begging and pleading while Dr. Zorhof fitted her with the device. When she was finished she stood up and said, \"If you're so afraid of what this will do to you then perhaps you can convince your new friend, Georgina, to stand up and turn it off. As you can see, she is not at all restrained and is free to wander the room as she pleases. In fact,\" Dr. Zorhof turned to the slave kneeling on the ground nearby, \"Georgina, you have my permission to turn off Beth's machine whenever you like. Just stand up and flip this switch.\"

Dr. Zorhof flipped the switch she pointed to and the machine connected to the tubes inserted into Beth began humming. Dr. Zorhof left the room, locking the door behind her.

Beth immediately turned her attention to Georgina. \"Please, you have to stop this! You know how awful this is. You can't let her do this to me!\" Beth pleaded. \"Whatever it is that she has threatened you with can't be worse than this!\"

Until earlier in the day Georgina might have agreed with Beth. But the poor girl had no idea that beneath Georgina's simple restraints was a force more powerful than any chain that could hold her to the floor - fear. Fear of the complete and total agony that Dr. Zorhof's simple dental device was capable of generating. With her mouth taped shut and her nose pressed to the floor Georgina could do nothing to explain to the frantic girl why she could not get up and help her. Instead she knelt there, feeling horrible and trying to block out the sounds of Beth's pleading.

Wednesday, 27th October 6:20pm

Catherine kneeled on the floor as she licked her dinner from a ceramic bowl with a puppy print on the side. The dogfood tasted more awful than the last time she'd had it - at least, she kept telling herself it was only dogfood, but Mistress Severity had certainly mixed in a few other of Catherine's 'favorites' with the slop.

She had finally been let down from the dreaded board a couple of hours ago. Between her exhausted arms and numb extremities from the bindings she had been unable to move once she had been dumped to the floor. Mistress Severity helpfully massaged the feeling back into Catherine's tired muscles, while also pinching and poking at the damage she'd forced Catherine to inflict upon herself.

After Catherine had recovered somewhat Mistress Severity thought to have her do some calisthenics, after all, she'd spent most of the day just laying around according to her. Catherine was led through a vigorous exercise routine with plenty of encouragement from Mistress Severity and her long single tail whip that she wielded with a vengeance.

And now it was time for dinner. Catherine's stomach turned as she took another bite of the horrible meal she'd been given. She tried not to think about what was in store for her next.

Wednesday, 27th October 7:10pm

A few hours had passed since Dr. Zorhof had left and Georgina remained in the same position that she was in as before. She fought back tears as she helplessly watched the plight of Beth just a few feet away from her. The device in Beth's uterus had begun to swell, slowly but persistently. It was now the size of a grapefruit and it pressed painfully against her insides, stretching and pushing from within.

\"Please Georgina,\" Beth pleaded between sobs. Her begging had been non-stop since the torture had begun. \"You don't know what I've been through. I don't deserve this. You can save me! You have to save me! I need you.\"

For her part, Georgina felt completely rotten. She certainly could save Beth from the agony to come, but it would mean activating an even worse torture for herself. Every frightened plea from Beth was like a dagger to her heart. The guilt was overwhelming, but still Georgina remained riveted in place.

Wednesday, 27th October 7:30pm

\"You've been a mostly good girl today, so I think you deserve a reward,\" Mistress Severity announced after dinner. She led Catherine to the bedroom, laid her down on the bed face up and chained her wrists and ankles to the corners with the shackles that had been installed by Group XS. Catherine felt a pang of sorrow to know that the bed that she and Lynne had shared so many good times on together had now been converted into just another prop for her humiliation and abuse. Catherine turned her head towards the nightstand and saw that the photo of her and Lynne together on vacation last year had been replaced with a photo of Lynne and Mistress XS with Lynne having a decidedly less enjoyable time.

She turned away from the picture, knowing that Lynne was in for even worse abuse and it was all her fault. She had failed to take down Group XS, she had failed to protect Tania and Beth and the others, and now she was in no position to rescue Lynne or Georgina or anyone else. As she turned her head to the other side of the bed she came face to face with Mistress Severity's strap-on, Little Richard.

The color drained from her face. \"Please Mistress Severity, don't fuck me with that,\" she begged.

\"Nonsense,\" Mistress Severity dismissed her. \"You've been a good girl today. And good girls get a goodnight fucking.\" She began lubing up the monstrosity and mounted the bed.

Catherine started to panic. Her pussy had been badly burned from the hot iron she'd had shoved in her earlier, she was certain that the stretching from the strap-on would surely do permanent damage. She knew there would be no convincing Mistress Severity to leave her alone, so with dread she blurted out, \"Mistress Severity, please fuck me in the ass.\"

Mistress Severity paused at the unexpected request. She smiled, \"I knew you were a real butt slut. Go on, beg me to fuck you in the ass.\"

Catherine gulped. \"I want you to fuck my ass,\" she said tentatively. It was hard bringing herself to make such a horrible request. Mistress Severity frowned at her reticence and moved to line up her cock with Catherine's cunt.

\"Oh please, mistress! I need you in my ass so bad!\" Catherine said now with greater confidence. \"Pound my ass! Make me scream! Fuck me so good. I've been such a good girl. I love a huge cock in my ass.\"

This was the reaction Mistress Severity was looking for. \"Are you sure you can handle my big cock in your ass?\" Mistress Severity asked.

\"Oh, yes mistress,\" Catherine gushed. \"I love a big cock, the bigger the better. Fuck me so good. I've been good all day so that you'd reward me with your massive cock.\"

Mistress Severity released Catherine's legs from the chains at the foot of the bed and fastened her ankles up near the head of the bed. Then she squirted a gob of lube on Catherine's asshole and began loosening her up with her fingers. Catherine begged and encouraged her mistress to proceed, but she fell silent as the tip of Mistress Severity's strap-on rested against her anus. She groaned as the huge cock was pressed inside her. Mistress Severity pushed her dildo in, insistently working it deeper and deeper. She stroked it in and out, in and out, the pain in Catherine's backside increased. She bit her lip to suppress a scream. Finally, after much effort, the dildo had reached full penetration, upon reaching this milestone, Mistress Severity let loose. She rammed the full length of the dildo in and out, over and over, the bed frame slamming against the wall with every hard thrust.

Catherine couldn't control herself any longer, she let out a shrill scream. Mistress Severity quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.

\"Shhh, darling. You'll disturb the neighbors. You wouldn't want them to come in here and investigate, would you?\" Mistress Severity asked without missing a beat. Catherine blushed at the thought of her neighbors coming in to see her like this, but she couldn't help herself, she continued to cry out into Mistress Severity's soft hand as her ass was assaulted.

After a few minutes of hard humping Mistress Severity slipped her cock out of Catherine's stretched and abused ass. \"You really are a difficult woman to please,\" she remarked playfully, wiping sweat from her brow. \"But I think I know what the problem is. You said that you like your cock 'the bigger the better', so I think I have just what you need.\"

She rolled off the bed and went to the dresser. Catherine's jaw dropped as she saw Mistress Severity pick up an even bigger dildo, the one she had affectionately called 'Big Dick'. She locked it into place on her hips and approached the bed. Up close Catherine could see that the dildo was not only bigger, but also had knobs and ridges all up and down its length - sure to give anyone on the receiving end a rough ride. As Mistress Severity lubed up the new and terrifying dildo Catherine broke out of her stupor.

\"No!\" she shouted defiantly as she writhed in her restraints. \"You can't. You can't do this to me! No!\"

Mistress Severity paused and stared at Catherine. Her playful expression instantly evaporated and her face grew hard. Catherine saw a vein begin to bulge from her mistress's temple. It was then that Catherine realized what she had done. She remembered the warning she had received yesterday, that the one thing that really set Mistress Severity off was to tell her 'no'. She cut herself off and immediately moved to correct her mistake. \"I'm sorry, mistress!\" she said earnestly. \"I didn't mean to tell you what to do. Fuck my ass with whatever you like. I deserve whatever you do to me.\"

But it was too late. Mistress Severity's face grew red with her barely contained fury. \"Who the fuck do you think you are?\" she said with acid in her voice. \"I am in charge here and I will do whatever I damn well please.\" She dropped the enormous strap-on to the floor. \"Clearly I have been going too easy on you. You think that you can order me about like a servant. I was going to let you share my bed with me tonight, but I have a place more fitting for bad girls to sleep. Let's get you dressed first.\"

She went to Catherine's dresser and took out a pair of red, satin panties. Catherine recognized them as a pair that she'd owned before this whole mess had started, but now those panties had been modified to Group XS standards. They were lined with little sharp spikes and had a pair of dildos mounted to the inside. Straps running around the legs and through the crotch would help to hold everything in place.

Mistress Severity unlocked Catherine's legs from the headboard and slipped the panties on. Catherine pleaded for forgiveness as she felt the sharp spikes slide up her legs. She cried out as the dildos were roughly jabbed into her holes and strapped tightly in place.

Mistress Severity returned to the dresser and removed a lacy red bra matching her panties, equally festooned with spikes on the inside. Catherine's arms were freed from the bed and the bra put on. She felt her legs grow weak as Mistress Severity slid her tits into the spiked cups and clasped the bra shut. She roughly squeezed Catherine's tits, driving the spikes into her flesh for good measure.

Next Mistress Severity moved to the next drawer down, containing heavy leather garments. A pair of thick leather panties were fitted on top of her satin ones. The bindings were drawn tight, pressing every last spike on the inner panties hard into her flesh. This was matched by a sort of leather straight jacket that was pulled on over Catherine's head. The sleeves, sewn closed at the ends remained loose for now.

Mistress Severity then stalked out of the room and returned carrying yet another of the hoods that had been modeled by the mannequin heads in her living room. This one was comprised of thick black leather and adorned with several straps and buckles. It had no apparent openings aside from two small airholes under the nose. As her mistress loosened the hood Catherine saw that it had a 'choke gag' attached to the inside. The bulb of rubber was shaped so that it would fill her entire mouth and if she bit down on the front part then it would expand into her throat, causing a choking sensation.

Of all the bondage she now wore, the hood scared Catherine most of all. She was mildly claustrophobic and the thought of the thick, tight, restrictive leather completely covering her head made her quake with fear. All her other hoods until now had at least allowed her to see out, but not this one. Back during the trial of Saavik and Zorhof she and Lynn had played around with such a hood in their own sex games, but Catherine couldn't stand it for more than five minutes before she panicked and insisted that she be freed.

Catherine remained focused on the terrifying hood as Mistress Severity set it down on the bed. Upon closer examination she could see the sweat stains and teeth marks of its previous victims. She shuddered with dread.

Her focus was drawn away from the hood by the sound of Mistress Severity dragging a small wooden box across the floor. Until now the box had served as a nightstand next to the bed, but as Catherine anxiously noticed it just about large enough to fit a cramped and uncomfortable woman. Mistress Severity confirmed Catherine's worst fears as she unlatched the top and folded down one of the sides to reveal the inside. The interior was rough wood on all sides except for the floor, which was covered with two metal plates on either side of a narrow wooden ridge.

\"I think this is a more fitting place for a bad girl to spend the night,\" Mistress Severity announced.

\"Please, mistress, don't shut me up in there. I'm terribly claustrophobic,\" Catherine pleaded.

\"Then perhaps it will teach you a lesson,\" the strict woman said tersely.

She produced several broad leather straps, then folded Catherine's knees up to her chest and secured them in place. Catherine struggled and begged as the awful hood was pulled over her head and buckled on as tightly as possible. Her cries were now muffled by the enormous gag filling her mouth. A thick leather collar was locked around her neck. Then her arms were pulled up behind her back. Little rings at the end of each sleeve were locked onto the back of the collar, holding Catherine's hands high up on her back and forcing her to lean forward into her knees.

Mistress Severity hefted her leather bound slave up into her arms and guided her toward the box. As she set Catherine down upon the wooden ridge with one foot on either side, Catherine squealed in pain and tried to squirm free. Even through two pairs of panties the narrow ridge focused all her weight onto the area between her cunt and her ass. She eagerly stretched up onto tiptoe in an attempt to relieve the pain.

Mistress Severity flipped up the open side of the box. She had to press hard against Catherine's knees to get the panel to lock into place. Finally she was ready to close the lid. She shoved Catherine's hooded head forward against the tops of her knees so that it would be low enough to latch the box shut. She sat down on the bed and listened to muffled screams of panic and terror emanating from within the wooden prison.

Then she got up and slid the box a little closer to the wall and plugged a short wire coming from it into a nearby outlet. She wondered how long it would be until Catherine found the neat little surprise this box had in store for her. Given how much toilet water she'd had to drink out of her hood earlier, it probably wouldn't be long.

Wednesday, 27th October 9:45pm

Georgina tipped her head to the side to steal a glance at Beth's visibly swollen belly. The device within her uterus was now the size of a cantaloupe. Beth peppered her incessant pleas for release with cries of anguish as she was racked by cramps. She had recently given up on begging Georgina to release her and instead took her pain and rage out on the woman kneeling before her.

\"Fuck you!\" Beth shouted. \"You are trash! You deserve everything that these monsters do to you! Rot in hell you fucking bitch! You- argh!\"

Her latest tirade was cut short by the device activating once again, increasing its size. The room soon filled with Beth's pained screams.

Georgina sighed and tried to block out Beth's agony and fury. Somehow her anger was better than her frightened pleas for help, but not by much.

Wednesday, 27th October 11:05pm

After her initial terror at being shut up in a tiny and cramped box Catherine slowly acquiesced to her fate. The wooden ridge she sat upon drew all her attention in the form of an agonizing sharp pain on her pelvis. She'd found that her toes were just able to reach the cold metal floor of the box and lift her weight up off of the ridge. It helped some, but she questioned how she would ever get any sleep like this. Also somewhat perturbing was that when her toes made contact with the floor she felt a slight tingling run through her legs.

Recently a more pressing matter had entered her consciousness. Her bladder was once again uncomfortably full. She wasn't sure how long she'd been closed up in the box, but she knew there was no chance she'd make it until morning. She decided to just let it go, it'd be one less discomfort in her growing assortment of miseries. She relaxed herself and felt the wet warmth spread within her two pairs of panties. Once those were soaked through, the piss began to drip down her legs and onto the metal floor below. As soon as the liquid had touched each of the plates Catherine suddenly felt an electric jolt shoot up from one toe, through her torso and back down the other leg. She screamed and bit down into her gag, which expanded into her throat and choked off her cry.

Somehow she reflexively knew to lift her feet free from the floor. Her pelvis screamed in protest as it again bore Catherine's full weight, but mercifully the electric shock had ceased. Catherine was left twitching and gasping for breath from the unexpected attack. Apparently her piss had reduced the resistance within an electrical circuit connected to the metal plates. When her toes now touched the metal to close the loop it allowed an agonizing amount of current to flow from one plate, through Catherine's susceptible body, and down through the other plate. Until the piss evaporated Catherine could no longer use her toes to relieve the strain of her weight on the wooden ridge. Her punishment was complete. Catherine sobbed softly to herself, trapped in a prison she had suddenly made much worse.

Thursday, 28th October 1:27am

Georgina had lost all track of time. Surely by now it was late into the night and still Dr. Zorhof had not returned. Georgina's nose was numb from keeping it diligently pressed against the button in the floor. Her body ached from remaining in a kneeling position so long, like a supplicant praying for release from her awful predicament. She was exhausted, but she didn't dare to sleep for fear that her nose would slip free of the button and activate the shock device wired to her teeth.

But as bad as Georgina had it, Beth was much worse. The device inside her had almost reached full size. Something the shape of a small watermelon was now lodged firmly within her uterus. The latex bodysuit covering her abdomen had stretched so tight that it was essentially transparent. For her part, Beth had stopped trying to talk to Georgina. She was too absorbed in the horrible pain emanating from within her. She simply gave off a continuous, soft moan.

Georgina started as the door to the apartment opened and a mildly drunk Dr. Zorhof stumbled through.

\"Still taking in the show, I see,\" Dr. Zorhof remarked to Georgina as she walked over to Beth in order to take a closer look for herself. \"Remarkable, isn't it? See how much the skin has stretched? She's tight as a drum!\" Dr. Zorhof punctuated her statement with a light slap on Beth's distended tummy. The poor girl jolted out of her pained stupor and shrieked like a banshee. Her drawn skin was so sensitive that even a light touch would be agony.

\"Rest up,\" Dr. Zorhof advised Beth. \"In the morning we'll deliver that sweet little bundle of joy!\" She gently caressed Beth's tummy then she stumbled towards her bed. \"That is, unless Georgina wants to be a hero...\"

Chapter 3

Wednesday, 28th October 7:45am

Catherine had had a restless night. She could hardly sleep with the persistent agonizing pressure of the wooden ridge pressing on her pelvis. Eventually she did manage to nod off only to be jolted awake as her toes dropped to the floor and closed the loop of the electrical circuit between the metal plates. But now enough of the liquid in the bottom of the box had evaporated that she no longer needed to fear having her toes droop down. The stifling, acrid, moist air whistled as she breathed it in through the two tiny holes in her hood.

Suddenly she was torn out of her twilight between sleeping and waking by the sound of the latches being undone on the top of the box. The wooden top flipped open and Catherine straightened her stiff neck. She took in a deep breath of the first fresh air she'd tasted in hours and sobbed with relief. She'd made it. She longed to be free of this wretched box. She yearned to stretch her legs and finally remove her weight from the insidious ridge that she'd spent the night sitting on. She waited for Mistress Severity, her savior, to dump her out of the box.

\"Good morning, slave,\" Mistress Severity said loudly enough to be heard through the thick leather hood. \"I hope you had a good sleep. Do you feel like you have learned your lesson?\"

Catherine emphatically nodded her head. Her shouts of assent came out as a muted 'mmmph mmmph'.

\"That's good,\" Mistress Severity replied. \"Too bad that I don't feel that you've learned your lesson!\"

She roughly shoved Catherine's head back down to her knees and smashed the top shut. Catherine cried out in dismay. Her hopes for freedom were dashed as she heard the latches snap shut again. Her panic and claustrophobia came roaring back.

Wednesday, 28th October 11:30am

Lynne walked down the dim halls of the Group XS compound following closely behind Dr. Saavik. They passed door after door on their trip, each door representing some new and painful experience just waiting for a lowly and unwilling slave such as her. They stopped in front of a door and Saavik fished a key out of his pocket. Lynne looked on in fear and confusion.

She had fallen into something of a routine the past few days at Group XS. She spent her nights and evenings in the service of the cruel Mistress XS, usually witnessing or enduring some awful punishment before being tucked away in Mistress XS's bed to spend the night with her face pressed up against her mistress's pussy. Then, during the day she was brought to Dr. Saavik's private apartment to spend time with him.

The strange thing was that she couldn't ever remember what happened during her time with Saavik. He'd warmly invite her to take a seat on his couch and then the next thing she knew it was evening and he was taking her back to serve her mistress. Sometimes she'd be naked, sometimes she'd be wearing clothes that she didn't remember putting on, and one time she was covered in blood, which, after hurriedly checking herself for injuries, she'd determined was not her own. The entire experience was rather alarming, but given the fact that she seemed to suffer no harm during the unaccounted for time, she welcomed the sessions with Saavik as something of a respite from the hell that her life had become.

But now she moved anxiously as Saavik led her into a room that was not his apartment. Perhaps her intermission from his cruelty had come to an end.

The room was about ten feet on each side. The sturdy brick walls had been painted a drab gray. On one side of the room was a pegboard equipped with all manner of bondage equipment: whips, belts, paddles, gags, straps, hooks, needles and more. On the opposite wall was a large mirror with a door next to it, implying that it was a two way mirror with a viewing room behind. On a third wall was a chalkboard with a list of instructions written neatly down its length. Next to that was a small television monitor, which was currently turned off. But what immediately drew Lynne's attention was the slave standing in the center of the room.

She was bound in a strappado position, her body bent forward at the waist and her arms fitted into a leather sleeve behind her back. The tip of the leather sleeve was mounted high up on the ceiling, forcing the girl to stand up on her toes to relieve the intense strain on her shoulders. Her legs were held a few feet apart by a spreader bar locked around her ankles. To further enforce her bent over position a length of rope ran from the middle of the spreader bar up to a loop on the leather collar around the slave's neck. Over the slave's head was a simple leather hood, but instead of eyeholes it had tinted glass, suggesting that the slave could see out from it. Around her waist was a leather corset, cinched incredibly tight. It had a built-in garter to which the slave's black latex stockings were attached. Her tits had been bound at the base with thin leather straps, causing the dangling flesh to swell beautifully and color a light purple shade.

As Lynne was brought closer she could see several fading bruises speckling the slave's bare ass and exposed tits. At the sound of Saavik's and Lynne's entry the slave twisted in her bonds to see who had arrived. The sight of Saavik and Lynne caused her to grow more animated, clearly she was familiar with Saavik's work.

Saavik ignored the sounds of the gagged slave and addressed Lynne. \"We're going to play a little game,\" he said. \"We have before us a very naughty and deserving slave. On the board over there is a list of punishments that she is to be given. You will have the honor of meting out those punishments.\"

Lynne quickly read down the list on the board and gulped. Despite her conditioning from Saavik over the past week, in her unhypnotized state her empathy and humanity forbade her from performing such appalling tasks.

\"Please, sir. I can't,\" Lynne responded.

Saavik sighed, he hadn't expected to have completely broken Lynne yet. This was simply an effort to gauge how much further he had to go. \"You will do as you're told,\" Saavik said sternly. \"Perhaps this will encourage you.\"

He turned on the television display at the front of the room. Lynne gasped as the display came to life. The picture showed her little sister, Charlotte, being lead into a room nearly identical to the one they were currently in. She watched as two handlers roughly forced the struggling girl into the same bondage that the slave before them was in.

\"You will complete the list of tasks, or else the entire punishment will be applied to your dear sweet sister by someone who is sure to do a more thorough and enthusiastic job. I'll be keeping an eye on you from the room over there,\" he said. He hit a button on the television to turn it off. Then he entered the door to the observation room.

Lynne, spurred into action by the threat of the punishment to her sister, re-read the first item on the list, then she picked up a set of nipple clamps and got to work.

Wednesday, 28th October 11:35am

Catherine was finally free from her confined wooden hell. Twice more that morning Mistress Severity had played her little game of opening the box and letting Catherine think that she would be free before dashing her hopes and sealing her back away. But now she had finally, at last, been dumped out of the awful box.

Mistress Severity stripped her naked and dragged her back up onto the bed, then shackled her in place, spread-eagle, so that Catherine could rest up and recover her strength while her mistress prepared her next meal. Mistress Severity had taken the free time that she had while Catherine was locked away to do some grocery shopping, so now the meal that awaited Catherine was a tasting menu of terrors that, while technically considered food, was sure to test the stomach of even the most adventurous eater.

Mistress Severity sat down gingerly on the bed with a tray of noxious-smelling dishes. She cut into the first dish and lifted a forkfull to Catherine's lips, attending to her like a loving caretaker to a convalescent friend. Catherine eyed the fork carefully.

\"I hope we're not going to have any more outbursts like we did yesterday,\" she said calmly, though a simmering anger could be seen lurking beneath her gentle demeanor.

\"I'll be a good girl, mistress,\" Catherine replied.

\"I hope so. Now eat your cow brain before it gets cold,\" she said with a motherly tone. \"And you'd better keep everything down,\" she added sternly.

Wednesday, 28th October 11:40am

Lynne had just finished putting the nipple clamps on her unwilling victim while Catherine 'enjoyed' her lunch. The poor girl begged and pleaded from behind her gag as Lynne moved to snap the first clamp into place. Her pleas quickly morphed to a bloodcurdling shriek as the sharp, metal jaws bit home. The intensity of the girl's reaction startled Lynne. She jumped back, clearly rattled by what she'd just done.

She waited a few moments for the slave to calm down, her shrieks winding down to tortured moans. She thought she was doing the slave a favor by giving her time to recover, but really she was just drawing out the agonizing suspense as the girl awaited the bite of the second clamp. Lynne's hand shook as she lifted the next clamp to the girl's other breast. She closed her eyes as she let its vicious teeth bite into the tender and sensitive flesh. She quickly raised her hands to her ears as she was rewarded with another agonized scream that would haunt her dreams for years to come.

Now it was on to the next task. She retrieved the six weights from the shelf and baulked at their weight. Surely these couldn't be the right ones, she thought. But she looked around the room and could see no others. With her hand still trembling, she lifted the first weight to clip it onto one of the clamps. This is for Charlotte. This is for Charlotte. She kept reminding herself that she was preventing harm to her sister by abusing this poor girl so cruelly. She let the first weight drop and was rewarded with an agonized cry from her victim.

She added another to the other side. And another. But as she let free the fourth weight, the clamp slipped free of the nipple. The sharp teeth tore and scraped down to the very top of the girl's tit, before crashing loudly to the floor. It was soon followed by a rivulet of blood.

Lynne cried out in frustration - nothing compared to the pained wails of the tortured girl. She bent down to retrieve the clamp and start over again...

Wednesday, 28th October 12:10pm

Mistress Severity put down the jar of live cockroaches and peeled the duct tape from Catherine's mouth. Catherine gasped for breath. After she had failed to keep down the first few bites of Mistress Severity's tasting menu from hell, her mistress had resorted to clamping her nose shut and applying a strip of duct tape across her mouth until her retches and gags subsided. It was slow work, but eventually she'd gotten a good taste of every foul dish that Mistress Severity had prepared for her. For her part, Catherine felt like she could throw up her toenails. She tried not to think about what it was that she'd just eaten, or she risked losing her lunch all over the bed. Nevertheless, she could feel the bile rising in her throat.

\"Now that that chore is out of the way we should get on with our day,\" Mistress Severity announced. \"I regret to inform you that today is my last day with you.\"

Catherine's heart leaped with joy at the prospect of being free from her cruel mistress. With her out of the way she could finally get on with figuring out how she might bring down Group XS for good this time.

\"I feel like we've been cooped up in this apartment for far too long,\" Mistress Severity continued. \"I think it would be nice to go out and get some fresh air. I'll pick out some clothes for you.\"

Wednesday, 28th October 12:40pm

Lynne picked up the rose-colored paddle from a hook on the wall and gave it a test swing. Over the past hour she'd inflicted unimaginable horrors on the poor slave before her. The girl, by now, had become an inconsolable mess. She sobbed and trembled, held in her strappado by her bonds, as she awaited the next punishment.

Lynne looked at the chalkboard and re-read the next instruction - beat the slave's ass until it is as red as the paddle. She took another test swing through the air with the heavy wooden object. Lynne had started to grow numb to the agony she inflicted. She blocked out the slave's cries and focused on each task before her. She chanted to herself her mantra for the day, this is for Charlotte, this is for Charlotte.

She delivered the first heavy blow to her victim's pale ass.

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Mistress XS slipped into the observation room through its alternate entrance and sat down next to Saavik on a comfy leather couch.

\"How's our little experiment with Lynne going?\" she asked.

\"I was disappointed at first,\" Saavik replied. \"Her sense of compassion is stronger than I had expected, but now I think the darkness hiding within her will soon be brought to the surface.\"

\"What makes you say that?\" Mistress XS said.

\"See for yourself,\" he gestured to Lynne who was really giving it her all to bring a rosy red glow to the slave's exposed butt. Mistress XS smiled. As Lynne wailed on her tortured slave's ass, her free hand had found its way to her own pussy. She vigorously rubbed her soaking wet cunt as she delivered blow after blow after blow. She continued paddling away long after the slave's rear end had achieved the requisite coloring, though now she was focused more on herself than the sobbing slave before her. She didn't stop until after she had masturbated herself to orgasm and collapsed to the floor in ecstasy.

Wednesday, 28th October 1:15pm

Catherine was now decked out in what Mistress Severity had called her 'going out clothes'. Though what she wore now was hardly suitable for going out anywhere, except perhaps a hardcore fetish club.

Her long blond hair had been pulled into a ponytail and fed through the top of the latex hood fitted over her head and a bright red ballgag had been buckled into her mouth. The hood had the word 'slave' stencilled across the forehead in big white letters.

A pair of black latex stockings helped to cover the myriad of bruises all over her legs. Her feet had been buckled into a daunting pair of six inch heels. She wore a pair of black latex crotchless panties, which were surely at least a size too small considering the way they stretched tightly across her battered ass.

A tight black corset cinched her waist severely and forced her to stand up straight. Her labia spilled out on either side of the narrow strap that ran between her legs from the front of the corset to the back. The strap held in a modest set of dildos (they were about to go for a walk, afterall) that rested in her aching pussy and ass. Catherine had pleaded with Mistress Severity that a piss plug was unnecessary, to which her mistress reluctantly agreed so long as she was able to control herself.

A small latex skirt fit over the corset, but its shiny pleats were merely for show, given the fact that the skirt did nothing to hide her panties or her exposed crotch. Her tits rested on a set of half-cups built into the top of the corset which were lined with little metal spikes. Her breasts were held in place, and made 'decent' for public, by a tight band of latex that ran up from where the cups ended and mashed her tits down onto the spikes.

Before cuffing her black elbow length latex gloved arms behind her back, Mistress Severity handed Catherine a small chalkboard, approximately the size of a sheet of paper, and had her write on it in big letters: 'I am a bad girl'. Then, she attached a clamp to each of the top corners of the board and snapped it onto Catherine's nipples through her latex top. Catherine moaned into her gag as the weight of the chalkboard not only pulled on the clamps, but also pressed her tits harder into the spikes positioned under her breasts.

The final accessory before they were ready to go out was a tall black posture collar with a leash attached to a ring on the front.

For her part, Mistress Severity dressed conservatively with a form fitting pair of khaki pants and a white silk blouse that contrasted nicely with her black leather riding boots. She grabbed ahold of Catherine's leash and tugged her out into the living room. It was just about time to leave.

Wednesday, 28th October 1:17pm

Lynne picked herself up from the floor. \"What the hell was that?\" she thought to herself. \"Did I just cum from paddling this slave's ass?\"

With a sense of post-coital clarity she heard now the slave's soft sobs and felt a tremendous shame and guilt. She quickly suppressed the feeling though, she was almost done with the list of horrible tortures she'd been assigned and she had to finish or risk sentencing her sister to the same fate. She looked up at the board and read the final task - put ring gag on slave, then insert eight gauge needle through tongue.

Lynne sought out the necessary items. This is for Charlotte. This is for Charlotte. This is for Charlotte. She repeated.

Wednesday, 28th October 1:20pm

Mistress Severity led Catherine into the hallway outside her condo, then locked the door behind her. For the second time in a week now, she found herself trapped in fetish gear and heading out into public. Last time she had managed to escape the building with only one of her neighbors seeing her, she pressed herself back up against the wall hoping to avoid attention once again.

Unfortunately, Mistress Severity had other plans. As she returned the door key to her handbag she pulled out a small airhorn. Catherine's face turned pale as Mistress Severity held it up and gave off several short blasts. She waited a moment, then did so again. Catherine stood frozen as she heard the latches click on several of her neighbors' doors and various angry and curious faces peeked out. They weren't sure what to expect, but it was certainly not their neighbor, the kind, quiet and successful prosecutor, standing before them, bound and gagged, dressed all in shiny latex, and being led down the hallway on a leash with a sign hanging from her tits with the message 'I am a bad girl'.

Catherine's face flushed bright red. She could have died from embarrassment. She kept her eyes cast down as Mistress Severity tugged her along down the hallway slowly to make sure everyone got a good look. Her neighbors tittered and gasped at the shocking display they saw. Not one returned to their apartment until the elevator arrived, Catherine and Mistress Severity stepped in, and the doors closed.

Wednesday, 28th October 1:22pm

Lynne undid the buckles holding the slave's hood to her head. A strand of blond hair tumbled out as she loosened the binding. She paused for just a second. Up until now this had been some nameless, faceless slave. The hood concealing her face had allowed Lynne to see her more as an object than a human, and made torturing her easier, but this final punishment would mean looking the girl in the eye as she delivered her abuse.

She reached up under the latex and felt the girl's hot breath. The girl's muffled cries grew louder as the gag attached to the hood slipped out of her mouth. Lynne pulled the hood free... and gasped. The hood fell to the ground along with the other items in her hands. She staggered back against the wall. \"No!\" she cried. \"No! You said she'd be safe! You said she wouldn't be punished!\"

Staring back at Lynne with red, tear streaked eyes was her sister, Charlotte. Lynne fell to floor crying. How could she have done this to her own sister?

Saavik entered the room from his observation area. Lynne wiped at the tears in her eyes. She gestured to the television display on the wall. \"You said-\".

\"I said nothing of the sort,\" Saavik replied. \"You were told to punish this slave, or else the punishment would be given to your sister by someone else. The video I showed you was a recording from earlier in the day, not a live feed of your sister being prepped in another room.\"

He reached down and picked up the gag and the needle for the final punishment. \"Now, are you going to finish the task, or do you need someone more skilled to do so?\"

Lynne stared at the needle in horror, then looked to her sobbing sister. \"No, sir. I can't,\" she replied.

\"Very well,\" Saavik sighed. He lifted Lynne to her feet and placed her against a wall, then he shackled her arms above her head. \"Looks like I'll have to do it myself then.\"

Both Lynne and Charlotte regarded him with fear, but instead of moving toward Charlotte to equip the gag, he instead put it back in its original location on a shelf. He then put Charlotte's hood back on and reset the rest of the items in the room. Finally, he turned to a confused Lynne and said, \"As you'll also recall, I said that if you didn't finish then I'd have the entire punishment done by someone more thorough and ruthless.\"

Lynne's jaw dropped to floor. \"No! You can't! Please, sir, let me go! I'll finish the job myself!\" she begged.

Saavik picked out a pair of nipple clamps that were somehow even more menacing than the ones Charlotte had previously worn and said, \"I don't think so. You had your chance. Now pay close attention, you might learn something.\"

Charlotte and Lynne screamed in unison as Saavik began his work.

Wednesday, 28th October 1:25pm

Mistress Severity had Catherine get down on her knees as the elevator descended to the lobby. Leaning forward as she was caused the little chalkboard to hang free, swinging back and forth and tugging on her bruised nipples.

The elevator stopped at another floor before they reached their destination. A mother and her gradeschool-aged son stepped in. The mother tried to shield her son from the sight of the fetish clad woman in the elevator with them, but the boy turned to his mother and asked, \"Mommy, why is that lady dressed like that?\"

\"I don't know,\" she replied, trying to ignore Catherine. \"Some people are just sick in the head.\"

Catherine wished she could just melt into the floor and disappear. The mother and son quickly scurried away when the elevator reached the lobby. Waiting there were more neighbors who scowled or guffawed at the unusual sight they saw as Catherine struggle to her feet.

Mistress Severity tugged Catherine along like it was every day that she took bound women for a walk in public. As they turned the corner to the entrance Catherine saw the doorman's eyes grow wide and an enormous smile appear on his face.

\"Good afternoon, Miss Grace,\" he said cheerily. \"Going to another fetish party?\"

Catherine hoped to ignore him and keep going, but Mistress Severity stopped.

\"Slave, this man asked you a question,\" she said.

Catherine turned to look at him. She couldn't help but notice the bulge growing in his pants. She shook her head 'no'.

The man continued to stare, his eyes roving up and down her exposed body, drinking in the spectacle. \"Ok. Well, if you need any help at all, don't hesitate to ask me!\"

He opened the door for them and they moved out into the street.

Wednesday, 28th October 2:08pm

Kara followed anxiously behind Mistress XS as she led her down the hallway. She had spent most of the past week bound in leather and rope, locked away in various boxes or caskets or bags. The only time she'd been let free was to sexually service her captor, Mistress Spite, who'd recently kidnapped her and her best friend, Elissa. Having spent so much time in tight bondage, she longed to stretch her legs and walk around. Mistress XS was more than happy to give her the opportunity.

Kara was dressed head to toe in sexy lingerie. A sheer black teddy covered her pert, young tits. This matched the lacy silk crotchless panties that she wore along with the garter belt holding up her sheer black stockings. Her feet had been pressed into a pair of shiny black heels, and on her arms were a pair of elegant elbow length opera gloves. She was led along on a leash attached to a slim black collar buckled around her neck. A harness gag with a large red ball kept Kara from asking any questions of her mistress along the way.

Mistress XS seemed to be in no hurry. She guided Kara up and down the corridor giving her a tour of the facility. She showed her the Nazi dungeon, the slave school, the leather dungeon, and the age play suite. She made sure to mention that Elissa was at that very moment inside the age play suite being punished by her faux mommies and daddies for being a naughty girl.

Eventually Kara and Mistress XS reached their final destination, a large room at the end of the corridor. The room was well equipped with whips and canes, shackles and hooks, and boxes and cages. Somewhat out of place, tucked away in the corner, was a grand piano. It was this that Mistress XS guided Kara to. She had her sit on the bench, which was bolted to the floor in front of the piano.

\"I was talking to your friend, Elissa, the other day,\" said Mistress XS. \"And she mentioned that you are a rather skilled piano player. Is this true?\"

Kara nodded her head. She'd been playing piano since she was a little girl. She dreamed of some day being a concert pianist, a dream which had been thoroughly derailed by her encounter with Group XS.

\"Excellent!\" Mistress XS replied. \"Why don't you play me a little something?\"

Seeing as how she had no choice, Kara set her fingers on the ivory keys and played a piece she had recently memorized for a recital she'd done. After about a minute, Mistress XS stopped her.

\"Lovely, simply lovely,\" she remarked. Kara blushed with modesty. Hopefully this was her ticket out of the cruelty and abuse that seemed to have no limit with these people. Unfortunately, that hope was soon dispelled.

Mistress XS had her stand up and lean over the piano. She politely asked that Kara spread her ass cheeks. Kara, aware of what resistance would entail, readily complied. She groaned as Mistress XS slipped a cold metal probe into her ass, leaving the long wire dangling from it swinging between her legs. Then she had Kara sit back on the bench and she took a broad leather strap and ran it over her lap, buckling Kara tightly in place. After plugging the cable from Kara's ass into the bottom of the bench she once more invited Kara to play.

Kara nervously reached for the keys and resumed her melody. However, she didn't get more than a dozen notes into it before she felt a sharp electric jolt from the probe in her ass. Kara screamed and reached for the bench. As soon as she did she was met with a sharp slash across her back from a whip that Mistress XS was now wielding.

\"I didn't give you permission to stop!\" Mistress XS said. She wound up for another strike and Kara quickly returned her fingers to the keys. This time she made it a little bit further before receiving another sharp jolt to her ass. Mistress XS was ready and waiting with the whip in case the pained girl faltered, but she smartly managed to keep going.

\"Very good,\" Mistress XS remarked as Kara played on. \"You'll find that about one in every ten keys is rigged up to the shock device in your ass. And every few key presses the trigger keys are randomized.\"

Kara was reaching the end of her song now and Mistress XS produced a songbook for her and set it on the piano.

\"I'm putting on a little performance for a friend of mine in a few days,\" Mistress XS explained. \"I'm hoping that you will provide the musical accompaniment for us. I really think it will class the whole thing up. Wouldn't you agree?\"

Kara nodded sadly, a tear forming in her eye as she opened the songbook and started the first song.

Wednesday, 28th October 2:15pm

Mistress Severity halted Catherine in front of a small, seemingly abandoned shop on the side of a quiet street. They'd been wandering around the city for the better part of an hour now with no particular destination in mind. Catherine was sure that it wasn't a coincidence that she was guided through some of the busiest parks and neighborhoods in the city. All along the way, pedestrians and drivers gawked at the spectacle of a grown woman decked out in fetish gear being led along on a leash. She may have even been the cause of a fender bender or two as distracted drivers did a double take at the sexy woman paraded before them.

Some of the more adventurous spectators moved in to get a closer look, at which point Mistress Severity would invite them to grope or spank Catherine. Very few declined.

Now thoroughly humiliated, Catherine paused near the empty storefront. Mistress Severity pushed her to her knees on the edge of the sidewalk and tied Catherine's lead to a parking meter. Catherine, having spent the past hour walking around in six inch heels welcomed the respite for her poor feet.

\"I need to head inside to get a few things,\" she said to Catherine. \"While I'm gone you are not to move or communicate with anyone. Is that clear?\"

Catherine nodded.

\"Just shake those titties around so that they'll read your sign and know that you're a bad girl,\" she added. She took out a key and headed into the empty store.

Not two minutes later a man walked down the street and caught sight of Catherine. He quickly walked over.

\"Hey, miss,\" he said. \"Are you okay? Do you need help?\"

Catherine needed so much help just then, but she just closed her eyes and jiggled her tits, grimacing against the pain of the spikes pressed into her breasts. Eventually the man walked away.

Catherine waited five minutes, then ten, then fifteen. Her knees began to ache from resting on the hard pavement, but she was ordered not to move, and she didn't want to displease Mistress Severity. Several more good samaritans passed by, offering to help. But Catherine shooed each one away with her pained moans and bouncing tits.

Eventually Mistress Severity returned, carrying a large duffel bag. She asked Catherine if she'd had any problems, to which she said no. Then they were on their way once more.

Wednesday, 28th October 2:38pm

Mistress XS had watched Kara play the piano for about fifteen minutes, making sure that she didn't falter when she inevitably received a shock from the probe in her ass. She only had to strike her with the whip two more times to remind her not to stop or slow down. Once she was sure that Kara would keep playing she went about her business, but not before warning Kara that the whip awaited her if she stopped or made too many mistakes.

Kara watched nervously out of the corner of her eye while Mistress XS wheeled a heavy wooden crate into the middle of the room. She groaned and resisted the urge to react as she received yet another jolt to her ass.

Mistress XS undid several latches on the side of the box until the side fell away. Out tumbled two naked girls, covered in bruises and welts. Kara hit a sour note and then stopped when she realized that the two girls were attached to each other by a clamp connecting their tongues. Furthermore, the girls were trapped in an embrace with each girl's hands bound behind the other's back. Kara looked at the box they had fallen out of and marvelled at how two people had managed to fit in there, it hardly seemed big enough for one.

Kara's attention was drawn away from the two girls, that she now realized were twins, when she felt the sting of Mistress XS's whip across her back. Kara howled in surprise and received another blow quickly following the first as she hurriedly raised her hands to the keys to resume playing.

\"Is the music boring you?\" Mistress XS asked sardonically.

Kara shook her head 'no' as the stinging sensation in her back slowly faded. She bit down hard on her gag as she received another shock in her ass.

\"Perhaps we can make the experience more captivating,\" Mistress XS suggested. She leaned forward and flipped a switch underneath the piano.

Kara nervously continued playing, but as soon as her foot moved to depress one of the peddles beneath the piano she felt a sharp stab on her buttocks. Instinctively she tried to jump up away from the pain, but the strap across her waist held her down. Her distraction was rewarded with another lash of the whip. Kara quickly resumed playing, but now she realized what Mistress XS had done. Whenever she used any of the peddles it would cause a plethora of sharp little spikes to pop up out of the bench!

The spikes weren't sharp enough to pierce her skin, but they certainly added to the distractions that threatened the quality of her playing. Kara grimaced as she endured the added abuse. Mistress XS, satisfied that she had made her slave more miserable, returned her attention to the twins she had just freed from the box.

Wednesday, 28th October 2:45pm

Now that Mistress Severity had acquired whatever it was that she had needed from their brief stop, she led Catherine along with more purpose. She tugged the lead impatiently, imploring Catherine to keep up. After having had the opportunity to rest her aching feet for a few minutes, it was agony to once again be up on her toes. But Catherine did her best to keep pace with Mistress Severity.

Finally they arrived at what appeared to be their destination. Unfortunately for Catherine, it was not her condo. Mistress Severity pressed through the gate in front of an average-looking brownstone house. She tugged her slave towards the front door and reached under the welcome mat to retrieve a house key. After unlocking the door she ushered Catherine inside.

Catherine looked around the foyer, trying to figure out where she was. Could this be Mistress Severity's house? Surely this wasn't the new XS dungeon. It wouldn't be in the middle of the city where prying eyes would see their comings and goings.

\"Sadly this is where I must leave you,\" Mistress Severity said as she unlocked the handcuffs holding Catherine's hands behind her back. \"But before I go I have one last task for you.\" She dropped the duffel bag she'd been carrying on the floor and unzipped it. \"I need you to tie yourself up. Let's see if you've learned anything in our time together.\"

Catherine knelt down on the ground and began pulling lengths of rope out of the bag. Mistress Severity instructed her to start by tying her ankles to her thighs. Catherine had to redo this a few times until Mistress Severity was satisfied that the ropes were tight enough.

Next she was instructed to remove the chalkboard clamped to her nipples. Then she was handed a box of thick rubber bands and told to start applying them to each tit, making sure that they were as far back as possible. Catherine groaned as the first rubber band snapped around her breast. Not only did it squeeze her tit tight, but by pressing it so close to the base of her breast it also wrapped around the spiked half cup of her corset. As she added more and more rubber bands the spikes drove in deeper. Catherine couldn't see her tits through her latex top, but she was sure that they must have been turning purple from the lack of circulation.

Once Mistress Severity was satisfied that Catherine's tits had enough rubber bands on them she had Catherine pick up the chalkboard and reattach it to her nipples. Catherine had to press the clamps in hard to get them bite onto her swollen nipples.

Mistress Severity had Catherine return to the bag once more and remove a short wooden board. As she pulled it out Catherine quickly recognized its shape as the same wooden ridge upon which she'd spent the previous night sitting. She glanced at Mistress Severity in concern.

\"You seemed to like the other one so much, that I couldn't help but bring you another,\" Mistress Severity explained. She took the board from Catherine and placed it in the middle of the foyer, facing the front door. Then she took a hammer and nails and secured it to the hardwood floor.

But before Catherine was instructed to take her place atop the wooden ridge she was handed a heavy burlap sack and told to sprinkle the contents all over the floor around the newly installed object. Catherine reached into the bag and came out with a handful of tiny, sharp pieces of gravel. With her ankles tied to her thighs Catherine had to get around on her knees, and as she spread the gravel about she quickly learned that kneeling on the sharp rocks was incredibly painful.

Once the gravel was in place it was time for Catherine to take her place on her perch. Mistress Severity helped Catherine position herself just so. At least this time the leather strap buried between her legs to hold the dildos in helped to relieve some of the pressure of the ridge, but not by much. Catherine squirmed side to side trying to find a less uncomfortable position, but between the gravel under her knees and the hard wood pressed against her cunt there was to be no relief.

Mistress Severity tossed Catherine the handcuffs she'd worn earlier and instructed her to lock her wrists behind her back.

\"There. Nice and comfy,\" Mistress Severity commented. \"But how do I know that you're not just going to scuttle off of that just as soon as I leave?\"

She went to her duffel and what she pulled out made Catherine's face grow pale. Catherine pleaded through her gag, trying to convince her mistress that she'd stay put, but the sadistic look in her eyes told Catherine that there would be no changing her mind as she approached Catherine wielding a heavy duty staple gun!

Catherine tried to struggle away as Mistress Severity reached between her legs and stretched her labia against the bare wood. She felt the cold touch of the metal staple gun against her pussy lips. Ka-thunk!

Catherine shrieked as her pussy was pinned to the wooden ridge beneath her. Ka-thunk! Ka-thunk! Ka-thunk! Two staples on each side of her pussy now held Catherine in place on her tortured perch.

Before she left, Mistress Severity picked up the empty burlap bag and pulled it over Catherine's head. Then she blew her a kiss and was out the door.

Wednesday, 28th October 3:50pm

Kara had been playing the piano almost non-stop for hours now. Her fingers ached as she flipped through the songbook for the sixth time, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her ass and on her back. She must have received hundreds of shocks from the probe buried in her bunghole, and the added effect of the sharp spikes slamming into her ass cheeks only magnified her discomfort. The longer she played, the worse her playing got. Mistress XS, who had mostly spent her time ordering about the twins, now seemed to divide her attention equally between them and her. Her back was awash in welts from her mistress's strikes.

As she reached the end of the songbook once again Kara felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped in surprise. \"That's enough for now,\" Mistress XS said. \"Would you like to take a break?\"

Kara looked up at Mistress XS through tearstreaked eyes and nodded. Mistress XS undid the strap holding Kara to the piano bench and led her to the middle of the room. Kara hadn't noticed, but apparently the twins were taking a break as well. They were nowhere in sight.

Mistress XS stopped next to the box that had previously held the twins. This time she loosened the top panel. Kara sighed as she realized that her break would involve being locked away in a dark, wooden crate. Then she gasped as Mistress XS raised the lid and revealed that the twins had been crammed into the box once again.

\"It'll be a tight fit, for sure. But I think the girls can make a little room for you,\" Mistress XS commented. She held out a hand to assist Kara up into the box.

Wednesday, 28th October 5:36pm

It had been a long day and Detective Kane just wanted to get home, crack open a beer, and forget about the pile of paperwork waiting for him on his desk tomorrow. He shuffled up the sidewalk to his house and pressed his key into the lock. As the door swung open, the surprise waiting for him immediately triggered his policeman instincts. His hand was to his revolver before his mouth could even say, \"What the fuck?\"

Kneeling in his foyer was a bound, latex-clad woman with a burlap sack over her head. She almost seemed as surprised as he was at their meeting. He leveled his revolver at the intruder. \"Let me see your hands!\" he shouted.

\"Mmph! Mmph!\" was the perpetrator's reply. She meekly jingled her wrists behind her back, the rattle of the shackles implying that her hands were locked in place there.

The initial shock of the scene ebbed and Detective Kane realized that this could only be one person - Catherine Grace. How had she found his home address? And why was she continuing to harass him? His shock was now replaced with rage.

\"Get down on the ground! Face down!\" he ordered. He took a step forward and noticed that his floor had been sprinkled with gravel. The intruder made no effort to comply, she only continued mumbling into her gag. \"I said get down on the ground!\" he repeated.

She continued to resist. He walked around behind her and raised a boot to the center of her back and launched her forward. The woman shrieked in agony and Detective Kane looked down to see that the woman had been stapled to the board she was sitting on. His kick had sent her tumbling forward and yanked the staples free from the wood.

\"You sick fuck,\" Detective Kane remarked as he held the writhing woman to the ground and pulled the burlap sack free from her head to confirm his suspicion. After applying his own handcuffs, which seemed entirely unnecessary given her own restraints, Detective Kane rolled Catherine onto her side and said, \"Miss Grace, you are under arrest for breaking and entering, destruction of property, and police harassment.\"

Chapter 4

Friday, 30th October 8:15am

There was a loud buzz and the cell door slammed open. Catherine stepped out into the cellblock and moved into line with the other prisoners. She'd spent two nights in jail so far, which compared to her time with Mistress Severity was like staying at a five star resort. The first night, after she'd been booked and processed, she was transported to the county jail to await a hearing with a judge. As a, now former, prosecutor she was well aware of the enormous backlog of cases working their way through the justice system, so she knew that she'd probably be locked up until next week.

Upon arriving at the jail she was humiliatingly stripped of her fetish gear. The female guard given the task was appalled and amazed at what Catherine had reportedly done to herself, and she invited several other guards over to check out the 'freak'. After an unnecessarily invasive deep cavity search she was dressed in a drab gray prison jumpsuit and led to her cell. Along the way, the guard made sure to comment rather loudly that he was surprised that a prosecutor would do something to get her put in jail. As Catherine walked past the other inmates she could tell by the hatred on their faces that someone like her would not be very popular here.

Unfortunately, her cellmate appeared to be the meanest and angriest bitch in the jail. Anita was a pimp (madame was too gentile a word for her) picked up for assault after she knocked the teeth out from one of her whores for talking back to her.

\"My, my, aren't you a pretty little thing,\" Anita said as Catherine was locked into the cell with her. Catherine said nothing and sat down on her bunk, staring at the floor.

\"I bet you could make me a lot of money out on the streets. You need a job, darling?\" Anita asked, moving closer. Catherine pulled her knees up to her chest, lost in her thoughts.

\"I'm talking to you, bitch,\" Anita said angrily, grabbing Catherine's wrist and turning her toward her, then a look of surprise sprang onto her face. \"Hey, I know you! You put away my best girl, Kathy Winter, a few months ago. You cost me a lot of money!\"

Catherine looked the angry woman in the eye and could see her face growing red, a large vein in her forehead bulged out. \"Please,\" Catherine muttered. \"I was just doing my job.\"

\"Just doing your job?\" Anita said. She wound up and delivered one of her very best bitchslaps across Catherine's cheek. \"So was Kathy. So was I. We're hard working girls. Our job is tough enough without the cops and the lawyers hassling us and putting us away.\"

Catherine, dazed by the slap, raised her hand to her cheek. \"I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me,\" she pleaded.

\"Maybe you can make it up to me,\" Anita replied. \"Even though most of my girls service horny men all day, I like to make sure they still know how to please a pussy, should the need arise. Unfortunately being locked up here means that I haven't had anyone to eat me out for a few days. A dyke like me can only go so long.\"

She sat down on the bottom bunk and made herself comfortable.

\"Please, anything else,\" Catherine asked submissively.

Anita snatched a handful of Catherine's hair and pulled her down on the bed. \"Bitch, you'll do what you're told if you know what's good for you,\" she sneered.

Anita released her grip on Catherine and shimmied out of her pants. Catherine, still laying on the bed, was now face to face with the woman's filthy, stinking muff.

\"Don't mind the smell,\" Anita said. \"Even a tough bitch like me knows not to linger too long in the shower here, so I usually don't get to clean up as much as I should.\"

Catherine was no stranger to cunnilingus. She had eaten out Lynne hundreds of times. But the prospect of burying her face in this brute's dirty snatch was enough to make her stomach turn.

\"What are you waiting for? It ain't getting any prettier,\" Anita laughed as she grabbed another handful of Catherine's hair and rammed her face into her cunt. Catherine begrudgingly got to work.

Anita so enjoyed Catherine's company that she had Catherine service her mangy cunt every time they found themselves with some free time in their cell together. The task was never any less distasteful than the first time, but on the plus side Anita made sure that no one else fucked with Catherine when they were out and about in the jail. Nevertheless, Catherine made sure to sit with her back to the wall in the canteen, and stood out in the hall during shower time, despite wishing desperately to wash the filth from her body and Anita's dried pussy juice from her face.

So, now on her second morning in jail, Catherine stood in line awaiting the guard's order to march to the cafeteria. She was free from the guiles of Group XS, but she was no closer to a strategy for bringing them down.

As they marched toward the canteen a guard approached her and pulled her out of the line. \"Catherine Grace?\" he enquired. She nodded, nervously. \"You've got a visitor. Come with me.\"

A visitor? Catherine wondered to herself. Who could it be? Anybody that she might have called for help had already been taken away by Group XS.

The guard led her to a table in the visitation area and ordered her to take a seat. After several minutes the guest door buzzed open and Catherine saw who her visitor was.

Lisa Shaw came striding into the room dressed impeccably, as always. The attorney, and Catherine's frequent nemesis, wore a perfectly tailored Armani suit with black silk stockings and shoes that could easily have cost the budget for Catherine's office for a week. She paused to take in the sight of Catherine in her baggy gray jumpsuit and smiled.

\"Oh my goodness. So the rumors are true!\" she exclaimed.

Catherine hung her head as Lisa came closer and took a seat across from her. Her bright eyes sparkled as she gave Catherine her million dollar smile.

\"Come to gloat?\" Catherine asked demurely.

Lisa looked hurt. \"Nothing of the sort!\" she insisted. \"I was here visiting a client and I heard that you were brought in. I wanted to come check on you.\"

Catherine couldn't help but be skeptical, given how many times she'd found herself at odds with Lisa on opposite sides of the courtroom over the years.

\"Look, I know that you and I don't often seen eye to eye,\" Lisa said earnestly. \"But I've always respected you. A couple of hardworking girls like us have to stick together in this business or else we'll get run over. That's why, if you'll let me, I will represent you pro bono.\"

Catherine still wasn't sure. Lisa was a first class liar and manipulator, and Catherine couldn't help but wonder what her angle was. But, considering that she didn't have any allies at the moment, she had to take what they could get. She told Lisa the whole story about how Group XS was back and how they'd taken Lynne, and her friends and family, and how Mistress XS had framed her and gotten Detective Kane to arrest her. Just telling the story made her realize how outlandish the entire situation seemed. There was no way that a respectable, professional lawyer like Lisa Shaw would buy it.

Lisa sat quietly the entire time and listened to every last detail, nodding along. At no time did she suggest to Catherine that she already knew much of the story already, and, in fact, had helped Mistress XS to develop parts of the plan herself. Instead, as Catherine finished her tale, Lisa leaned forward, brushed a tear away from Catherine's cheek and said softly, \"I believe you.\"

To Catherine hearing those words felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her. She finally had someone to believe her and want to help her.

\"I just know that Group XS is alive and well,\" Lisa said, truthfully. \"You took them down once, and you can face them again, even if it means you and me storming through the front door and confronting them ourselves.\"

Catherine took heart from Lisa's confidence.

\"First thing first,\" Lisa continued. \"We need to get you out of jail. You won't be able to do anything from behind bars. I looked at your records and it appears that you've been scheduled to have a hearing on Monday with Judge Kellerman.\"

Catherine sighed at the mention of the old judge. His unscrupulous behavior and leering at every woman that graced his court had always bothered Catherine.

\"Relax,\" Lisa assured her, \"you know that I've got Judge Kellerman wrapped around my little finger. I can play him like a violin. The evidence against you is rather irrefutable, so I doubt that I can get you off scott free. I think our best bet is to plead guilty and claim diminished mental capacity.\"

\"You want me to plead insanity?\" Catherine asked incredulously. \"That never works.\"

\"You've been under a lot of stress lately. You just lost your job. Your lover allegedly ran off. I think we can make it stick,\" Lisa explained. \"Do you remember Kelly Brown? I got her sentenced to one week in the loony bin - she's probably out asking some horny client to spank her on the bottom again.\"

Catherine couldn't help but agree. Besides, she didn't have any other good options. If she pleaded any other way then she'd almost certainly end up right back in this jail for good and then she'd be entirely powerless to stop Group XS.

\"Alright, let's do it,\" Catherine agreed.

\"Perfect! I'll put together a little outfit that you can wear to court to emphasize your 'mental affliction'. In the meantime, sit tight and we'll have you out of here in no time,\" Lisa said. \"How are they treating you here? I'm good friends with the woman who runs this institution, Wardress Schwarz. I could have her put you into 'special custody' until your trial if you'd like.\"

Catherine almost agreed, but then changed her mind. The idea of escaping from Anita was tempting, but she might be getting herself into something much worse if she mixed things up now, besides it was only for a few more days - the devil you know is better than the devil you don't, she thought.

Lisa seemed surprised that Catherine didn't take her up on her offer. She was sure that Wardress Schwarz would be disappointed. Her section of the prison for special cases was her very own meat market, where she picked out the finest selections and used and abused them to her heart's content.

Lisa bade Catherine goodbye and told her that she'd meet her on Monday morning to escort her to the courthouse. Catherine hugged her new ally tightly before she left.

\"How will I ever make this up to you?\" she asked.

\"Oh, I'm sure I'll find a way,\" Lisa said, her sinister smirk hidden within Catherine's embrace.

Chapter 5

Sunday, 1st November 6:15am

Lynne was woken up early, or at least, she thought it was early - there were no clocks for her to check in the Group XS dungeons. She'd had trouble sleeping ever since her torture session with Charlotte. Her sister's pained screams haunted her dreams and startled her awake.

Now in her exhausted and miserable state, she was led into a room and made to kneel upon a set of horizontal bars mounted a few feet off the floor and set just a bit wider than shoulder width apart. A strap behind each knee and over each ankle held her in place. Her wrists and elbows were tied together behind her back. Then the rope attached to her wrists was pulled up towards the ceiling. As her wrists were pulled higher and higher she was forced to rise up off of her haunches and lean forward.

Lynne knew better than to ask questions, so she waited silently for whatever would come next. But after the rope was tied off to the ceiling, her captor left. Lynne waited anxiously for someone to return, but no one did. After a few minutes, she finally nodded off to sleep.

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Some time later, Lynne stirred contentedly as she felt a soft tongue lapping at her exposed pussy. In her half-wakened state she imagined she was back at home and that it was Catherine between her legs giving her pussy soft kisses. As consciousness asserted itself more clearly Lynne remembered where she was. Her eyes shot open and she looked down to see a latex-clad slave crouched between her legs vigorously licking at her pussy and gently nibbling at her clit. The slavegirl looked up at Lynne with her greenish-brown eyes as she pleasured the bound woman above her.

\"Isn't she wonderful?\" a female voice off to the side commented.

Lynne, startled by the presence of the previously unnoticed third party, looked over at the speaker. Her shoulders protested as she twisted her strained muscles, her wrists were still bound up to the ceiling. It was a beautiful, young woman. She wore a skintight rubber suit that hugged every generous curve of her youthful body. Her long blonde tresses cascaded down onto her ample bosom, and her green eyes twinkled in the dim light of the room.

\"I trained her myself,\" the woman added proudly. \"I enjoy a good cock as much as the next girl, but you have to admit a woman knows how to pleasure a woman in ways that a man could never comprehend.\"

Lynne stiffened as the slavegirl between her legs began swirling her tongue around and around her swollen clit. She swooned as the girl's skilled tongue delved into the folds of her pussy. She unconsciously thrust her hips forward, as much as her bonds would allow anyway, to press her sex harder into the slave's mouth.

\"Allow me to introduce myself,\" the woman said as she approached Lynne and gently caressed her bare breast. \"I am Heidi Kellerman. It's Mistress Kellerman to you. I believe you know my husband. You've been a court recorder for many of his trials.\"

The wheels began to turn in Lynne's head as this information sank in. Judge Kellerman had always been a pompous and arrogant womanizer at work, of course it would make sense that he and his wife would fit right in with an organization like Group XS. She remembered joining in on the jokes behind the judge's back once the other employees at the courthouse had learned about his wife that was young enough to be his daughter. But looking at the woman now, Lynne was soberly aware what the two must have in common.

Mistress Kellerman continued caressing Lynne's breasts while the slavegirl worked away between Lynne's legs. Lynne's breathing grew more rapid as her excitement grew, she closed her eyes. Mistress Kellerman watched intently. Just as Lynne was approaching her peak, she tapped the slave girl on the head. The slave immediately dropped herself to the ground, pressing her nose to the floor and assuming a submissive position. Lynne opened her eyes and looked at Mistress Kellerman.

\"Oh, did you want to cum?\" she asked innocently.

\"Yes, mistress,\" Lynne said breathlessly.

Mistress Kellerman's face turned cold as she suddenly grabbed ahold of Lynne's nipples and viciously twisted them, digging in with her fingernails as she did so. Lynne cried out in pain.

\"You haven't earned that yet,\" her mistress snarled as she twisted even harder.

Sunday, 1st November 9:55am

Clarissa had spent the last few hours locked in a tiny wooden box. Her legs had been folded up into her chest and the top was so low that it forced her head to remain pressed against her knees. At least they didn't put me in one of those awful hoods, she thought unhappily. Instead her mouth had been held wide by a large ring gag strapped behind her teeth. Her copious amounts of drool had by now coated the entire front of her body. A stiff leather corset had been cinched tightly around her waist. It was complimented by a pair of sexy black six inch heels locked onto her feet.

Suddenly, she felt the box shift. She heard the latches on the outside being undone and her heart began to beat faster. All at once the pressure holding her knees against her face was gone. Clarissa uncoiled like a spring and tumbled out of the box, spilling onto the cold floor of Dr. Saavik's private apartment. The man stood tall over her with a big smile on his face.

\"Good morning, Clarissa,\" he said. \"I've got a special task for you today. I'll explain more once we're all set up.\"

He whistled a happy tune as he gathered several things from around the room. Then he dragged Clarissa to kneel in front of a short stool. He put a set of leather cuffs on her wrists and locked them to a ring in the floor. Next he installed her ankles in a pair of cuffs held shoulder width apart by a spreader bar. Finally he looped a broad leather strap around her waist. He attached a chain to the back of it and hoisted it to the ceiling. Clarissa was now held in a kneeling position on all fours in front of the stool.

\"Did you know,\" Dr. Saavik said as he picked up an item from a small crate nearby, \"that before the invention of electricity people would make alarm clocks by sticking a nail into a candle? The wax would melt at a consistent rate and once it burned down far enough the nail would fall and clatter against a metal plate.\"

Dr. Saavik held up the item he had brought out of the crate. It was a thick white candle, a little over a foot long. Clarissa didn't like the look of this.

\"As I understand it you've recently had some fun with Master V in the leather dungeon. Is that right?\" Saavik asked.

\"Yes, sir,\" Clarissa replied meekly. If you considered being bound in layer upon layer of hot, oppressive leather and forced to suck Master V's cock, fun.

\"Well, Master V told me that you were a less-than-enthusiastic cocksucker,\" Saavik replied. He began to slather the end of the candle in grease. \"So I offered to give you a little training.\"

He walked behind Clarissa and rammed the slippery candle deep into her ass. Clarissa gasped as the thick waxy stick suddenly slipped inside her. The candle was now buried in her butt so that half was inside her and half was sticking out.

\"This candle ought to take about ten minutes to burn completely from end to end. I expect you to hold it inside of you until you make me cum. You will be dreadfully sorry if you let it slip before then,\" Saavik explained. Clarissa didn't need any more warning than that to know that she'd better try her hardest, no matter what, to keep the candle inside. Indeed, she was determined to make Saavik cum before the wick burned anywhere near her sensitive anus. \"A normal candle would be extinguished once the wick runs inside of you. But lucky for us, these candles have a special wick made from the fuse used for underwater explosives. It can burn in the absence of oxygen. Though as I understand it, the flame is a bit hotter than a typical candle,\" he paused as he picked up a match. \"All the more reason for you to do a quick and satisfactory job.\"

He struck the match and lit the candle. Clarissa's heart raced as she heard a soft hiss from the wick as it began burning down. Saavik fished his semi-erect cock from his trousers and sat down on the stool. Clarissa quickly put her mouth to his member and began licking and sucking like never before.

Saavik's penis responded to Clarissa's attention and began to grow hard in her mouth. She dutifully bobbed her head up and down along its length. Saavik enjoyed her efforts, but an experienced sexual sadist like him was not about to get off on a simple blowjob, even if it was from a frantic and terrified slave.

Clarisssa flinched as her vigorous movements began to shake free several drips of wax, which flew about behind her, with several landing on the backs of her legs. Despite her best efforts, Saavik didn't appear to be approaching orgasm. She started to ram Saavik's cock into the back of her throat, intent on swallowing his swollen dick. She hoped that a deep throat would be enough to put him over the edge. Though her inexperience was apparent as she choked and gagged on his cock as it crashed into her throat, triggering her gag reflex.

Saavik leaned back and took in the wondrous sights and sensations before him. He watched in fascination as the candle burned closer and closer to Clarissa's puckered brown hole. As she felt the heat approach her anus, she grew worried. The hot wax began to dribble down her buttcrack, singeing her labia before dripping down onto the floor beneath her. Clarissa cried out in pain. She kicked her feet against the floor, but this only sent more wax dribbling down.

Saavik was getting ready for his favorite part. Just before the candle melted its way through Clarissa's anus he grabbed her head and rammed his cock fully down her throat. She gagged and choked at the sudden assault, trying to pull back, and then she shrieked in agony as the hot flame passed through her anus, scorching the flesh on all sides. Saavik wallowed in her agony, her shrieks translated into pleasant vibrations on his cock buried deep in her throat. He released his grip on her head and Clarissa pulled free.

\"Take it out! Please take it out,\" she begged as her ass filled with molten wax.

\"There's only one way to end this early,\" Saavik said sternly as he gestured to his slobber covered penis. Clarissa tried to ignore the pain and burning inside her and focus on her task. Saavik smiled. This was more like it. But still, he intentionally kept himself under control. If Clarissa succeeded too easily then she would learn nothing. She continued screaming into his cock as he focused his mind elsewhere to avoid cumming.

After a few minutes more the candle had finally reached the end of its wick and Saavik had managed not to cum. He pulled himself free of Clarissa's desperate and exhausted mouth, then stood up.

\"I can see why Master V was disappointed in you,\" he admonished. \"You couldn't even make me cum.\"

He stood up and put his dick back in his pants. \"Fortunately for you,\" he said, \"I have plenty more candles!\"

Clarissa stared in shock as Saavik tipped over a small box and a dozen more candles spilled out onto the table.

\"But first,\" he added, \"we need to knock the dried wax out of your ass.\"

Clarissa's shock turned to horror as Saavik picked up a thick wooden broom handle and began greasing it up.

Sunday, 1st November 10:45am

Lynne moaned in delight as the slavegirl lapped at her quivering pussy. The girl eagerly slurped up Lynne's copious juices that flowed freely from her overstimulated cunt. She could feel herself getting close.

\"Yes! Yes!\" she yelled as she grew more excited. Then suddenly the slavegirl stopped. Lynne opened her eyes. \"No! No!\" she begged as Mistress Kellerman took the slave girl's place between her legs brandishing a pair of pliers.

Lynne screamed as her tormentor pinched and pulled at her oversensitive flesh. For the past few hours the duo of Mistress Kellerman and her slavegirl traded off between driving her to the brink of orgasm and then torturing her back down.

The slavegirl was, indeed, skilled. No matter how much pain Mistress Kellerman inflicted, the slavegirl could always get Lynne worked up again. After the first two cycles of pleasure followed by pain Lynne fought back against the girl's expert pussy eating. She tried her best to keep herself from growing excited. She bit her lip, she thought unsexy thoughts. But there was no resisting her expert ministrations.

As soon as Lynne looked to be approaching nirvana Mistress Kellerman was quick to step in and bring her back down. The marks and bruises all over her body were testament to the enthusiasm Mistress Kellerman had towards inflicting pain upon a helpless and desperate woman.

Sunday, 1st November 11:10am

Clarissa was shaking with anxiety. Twice already she had had an entire candle burn its way into her ass, filling her with hot, molten wax as the blazing wick scorched its way deep inside her body. Twice she had failed to make Saavik cum.

After each failed attempt he greased up his wooden broomstick and rammed it in and out of her ass in an effort to break up the dried wax and pull it free of her rectum. She felt the rough wood scrape against her, screaming the whole time, as he jabbed the hard handle into her at multiple directions and angles.

After he had removed as much as he could with the broom handle he brought out a large metal bristled bottle brush and scoured her insides with that until he was satisfied that every speck of wax had been removed. It would have been bad enough, as is, to be assaulted by the sharp prickly bristles, but her pain was compounded by the fact that her flesh was especially sensitive from the candle burns all throughout her ass.

Now, after a short break, Saavik again whistled a happy tune as he greased up another candle and slipped it into her burned and abused hole. Each candle had been trimmed shorter than the last, though with no less length inserted into her rectum. It was to encourage her to 'act with greater alacrity' according to Saavik, but Clarissa knew it was simply to bring about her agony faster.

Saavik pulled out his cock and then lit the candle. Clarissa had her lips to his member before his ass had even hit his chair. She licked and sucked with long slow strokes. Once his cock had fully stiffened she rammed it into her throat, trying her best to suppress her gag reflex.

Saavik again held his composure as the flame crossed through Clarissa's anus. She really did seem to be getting better at this, he thought to himself. After another minute of vigorous and frantic fellatio he finally relented and allowed himself to cum. He shot his hot, sticky semen down her throat. Clarissa choked in surprise, but dutifully swallowed down every drop, her ass still flailing about in agony the entire time.

\"Very good, slave,\" Saavik commended her. \"You may expel the candle if you are able.\"

Too bad for Clarissa the candle had burned its way several inches into her ass by now and was stoppered up by a gob of the tacky, drying wax. That, and the weakness caused by the day's abuse to her rear end left her unable to expel the fiery hot flame from her butt. She howled frantically and thrashed about in her futile effort to free herself from the agonizing item. Saavik watched with amusement as the candle finally petered out on its own. Clarissa collapsed in exhaustion, sobbing. She had finally done it.

\"You've shown some real improvement here today,\" Saavik remarked, then after a pause, he added, \"For our next attempt we'll give your ass a break. I think if we suspend you from the ceiling by your ankles then we ought to be able to use your pussy for the next one.\"

Raisa's sobs grew louder as Saavik prepared to adjust her position.

Sunday, 1st November 7:50pm

Lynne trembled on the perch which she had spent the entire day upon. She was exhausted and frustrated. Mistress Kellerman and her assistant had teased and tortured her off and on all day. But not once had she been allowed to cum. Around midday they had adjusted their strategy, and instead of working her up and then abusing her back down, they'd get her excited and then keep her there. She'd begged and pleaded to cum, but release was never there. She was stimulated just enough to keep her short of her goal.

Now Lynne looked up as Mistress Kellerman entered the room again. She'd stepped out to have dinner with her husband and returned now with two cans of dogfood, one for her pussylicking slave, who'd remained prostrate on the floor the entire time that her mistress was gone, and one for Lynne. The two slaves greedily gobbled down their dinners, Lynne had to be fed by the other slavegirl since her hands were still suspended behind her back.

\"I'm about to head home for the evening, but I thought I'd stop by and give you something to keep you occupied for the night,\" Mistress Kellerman said.

She approached Lynne holding a bundle of straps. She began fitting them around Lynne's waist and thighs. Attached to the straps was a small vibrator. Even though it wasn't yet turned on, Lynne shuddered at the sensation of the cool plastic against her white hot loins. Mistress Kellerman adjusted everything just so, then switched on the vibrator. Lynne wriggled as the item pressed up against her pussy sprang to life. Her deprived cunt immediately reacted, growing wet with pussy juice. But this was just another tease. No matter how she contorted herself the vibrator didn't provide enough stimulation to the necessary places to get Lynne off.

Mistress Kellerman watched Lynne's frustrated and futile writhing for a few moments then commanded her slave to gather up her things and the two of them headed out the door.

\"Have a pleasant night,\" she called over her shoulder as the door clicked closed, leaving Lynne alone in the darkness.

Chapter 6

Monday, 2nd November 8:05am

The jail door slammed open. Catherine looked up from Anita's sopping wet pussy at the guard standing outside.

\"Hope I'm not interrupting anything?\" he said with a smirk.

Catherine wiped her cellmate's pussy juice off of her face with her sleeve and stood up. When Anita had found out that Catherine was potentially leaving her, she angrily slapped Catherine around for not telling her and forced her to service her stinky pussy one last time.

\"Your attorney is here to take you to your hearing,\" he said as Catherine joined him outside the cell.

The guard led Catherine to a private interview room where Lisa Shaw was waiting for Catherine, looking spectacular, as usual.

\"Good morning, Catherine,\" Lisa greeted her, standing up. \"I've got everything all set for your hearing. We're meeting Judge Kellerman later this morning.\" She lifted a bag onto the table. \"I brought an outfit for you to wear to help convince the judge that you're not right in the head.\"

\"Remember,\" she said as she began pulling things out of her bag, \"that we're trying to convince him that you have an unhealthy obsession with Mistress XS and BDSM.\"

Catherine looked glumly at the items on the table in front of her. She didn't think to ask Lisa where she had gotten all of it on such short notice. In reality, Lisa had had her pick of just about anything she could have wanted from the supply rooms in the XS dungeon.

With no changing room for Catherine to retreat to, she had to undress in front of Lisa. The lawyer's glimmering eyes feasted upon Catherine's curves as she slipped out of her prison jumpsuit. Catherine picked up a purple latex catsuit and stepped into it. Lisa must have been a good judge of her size, Catherine thought, because the tight latex fit her like a glove. Once she had squeezed her way into it Lisa helped her zip up the back and then locked a leather collar around her neck.

Next Catherine sat down in a chair and pressed her feet into a pair of black ballet boots. This was followed by a tight leather corset around her waist. Lisa made sure to pull it as tight as possible. \"We want to convince everyone that you're really into this,\" Lisa explained when Catherine protested. A tight leather strap ran from the front of the corset to the back, burying itself deep into Catherine's crotch.

Lisa then helped Catherine into an armbinder which cinched her arms together behind her back. Catherine had her choice of a few gags that Lisa had brought, and picked a simple red ballgag to complete her look.

The final item that Lisa had for her was a pair of nipple clamps. They were relatively tame compared to any of the ones Mistress Severity had used on her, but each of these clamps had a little brass bell dangling from the end which tinkled with every little movement. This was sure to draw the attention of anyone who didn't see her coming.

Lisa stepped back and admired the bondage slut standing before her. The thing she really needs, she thought to herself, is a nice tight discipline hood. But that would obscure her identity in court, and she wanted as many people as possible to take in Catherine's humiliation. The hood would have to wait for another time in the not-too-distant future.

Lisa gathered up her things, then attached a leash to Catherine's collar and led her out of the room. \"Remember,\" she said, \"you're a submissive bondage slut and this was your idea. Play along even before we get to the courthouse. You never know who might be watching.\"

Catherine nodded agreement and followed a few steps behind Lisa as she was led to the exit. Unfortunately this involved walking back through the cellblock. All along the way Catherine was greeted with whistles and catcalls by the inmates. Anita's jaw dropped as Catherine walked past her former cellmate. \"I'll be right here waiting for you when you get back,\" she said menacingly. Catherine sincerely hoped not to return to the jail.

Monday, 2nd November 8:45am

\"Unnngh,\" Lynne moaned as Heidi Kellerman entered the room to greet her. Lynne had had a restless and, from the pool of pussy juice collected beneath her, frustrating night.

\"Good morning,\" Mistress Kellerman chirped as she pushed in a cart loaded with several objects. She was followed in by Mistress Olga carrying a heavy wooden chair. She set it on the floor facing Lynne then she went back to the hallway and returned tugging the leash on a hooded and shackled slave. Mistress Olga removed the shackles and guided the slave into the chair and strapped her into place.

Meanwhile Mrs. Kellerman lifted a bulky item from her cart and slid it under Lynne. It fit perfectly between the bars that Lynne had spent the better part of a day upon. Then Mrs. Kellerman removed the vibrator from Lynne's pussy. She grinned in amusement at the stream of pussy juice that trailed from it back to Lynne's glistening, wet cunt.

With a tug, she loosened the rope that had held Lynne's arms painfully high up on the ceiling for so long. Lynne immediately collapsed down onto the object Mrs. Kellerman had mounted below her. Her wrists and elbows were still bound together, but her shoulders ached with relief at finally being able to move from their static position. Lynne groaned as she flexed her tired back.

While Mrs. Kellerman had attended to Lynne, Olga had been busy with the slave she had strapped to the chair. She had taken a set of spring loaded alligator clamps and snapped them into place on the slave's nipples. The girl's muted screams from behind her hood told her they were nice and tight. The clamps each had a long cable that trailed from them down onto the floor. Next she yanked out the wooden section that had served as the seat of the chair. The slave girl held herself aloft as Olga greased up a metal dildo and butt plug and rammed them in place, before replacing the seat. These, too, each had a long cable trailing from them which were joined by two more wires with exposed copper looped around the girl's big toes.

All these cables were gathered together and fed into plugs on the front of the device that Lynne was sitting on. Lynne wondered what was happening as Mistress Kellerman plugged in a small remote to the back of the device and thrust it into Lynne's hands, still behind her back.

\"Are you ready to cum?\" Mistress Kellerman whispered in her ear.

\"Oh God, yes,\" Lynne hungrily replied.

\"That's good. Once we turn on your device, you simply have to press the button on your control to turn on the sybian machine that you're sitting on,\" her mistress explained.

Mistress Kellerman stepped back while Mistress Olga removed the hood from the bound, wired up girl in the chair. The girl looked around, disoriented, while Olga tore the duct tape free from her lips and retrieved the dirty panties she had crammed in there earlier.

As the hood was pulled free Lynne gasped as she recognized the girl as Raisa, Catherine's former clerk, who had allegedly returned to her native Czech Republic months ago. Raisa stared back at Lynne, her reddened tear-filled eyes also registering a look of recognition as she saw Lynne perched before her.

Mistress Kellerman moved forward and flipped a switch on the device beneath Lynne.

\"Have as much fun as you like,\" she said. \"I'll give you a little privacy to enjoy yourself.\"

At that Mistress Kellerman and Mistress Olga left the room, closing the door behind them. Lynne, recognizing now that she could finally give herself the orgasm that had been so long denied to her, eagerly pressed the button on her controller. She closed her eyes and swooned as the machine sprung to life beneath her, massaging her pussy in ways she didn't think possible.

\"Aaaiyeee!\" Raisa shrieked a second later. Lynne's eyes shot open and saw the woman convulsing in agony, her body beset by powerful electric shocks from the cables connected to her tits, toes, pussy, and ass. Lynne's finger slipped from the controller in surprise. In response, Raisa's pained scream ceased and she rapidly breathed in and out from the exertion. Unfortunately, so, too, did the ministrations of the machine beneath her.

Lynne realized her cruel predicament - she could only pleasure herself if, at the same time, she tortured Raisa. Lynne thought the situation through and resolved not to press the button again.

Minutes passed. Raisa recovered herself somewhat and hung her head to her chest, emitting gentle sobs. Lynne, meanwhile, couldn't stop thinking about the throbbing in her cunt. She'd been teased and tortured short of orgasm all the previous day, and she yearned for the release that she had been denied. The wheels began to turn in her mind. Perhaps I can get myself off quickly, she thought. I've been held so close to orgasm that I bet it won't take more than a minute, she reasoned. Raisa can handle this for a short time, she was sure.

For her part, Raisa had looked up and was studying Lynne as the woman in charge of her fate slowly came to her conclusion. She could see Lynne's face change from distress to hunger. Her eyes gleamed and Raisa saw her arms twitch as she adjusted the remote to press the button again.

\"Lynne,\" Raisa screamed, \"Don't press that - aaagh!\" Raisa's body convulsed again as her body was buffeted with electric shocks. Her shrill screams filled the room.

Lynne closed her eyes to scene before her and focused on the delight between her legs. \"Oh yes! Oh yes!\" she chanted as the machine massaged her pussy to new heights. She pressed the button harder, as if to affirm her lust for more. She ground her cunt against the humming machine as she felt her pleasure build. Raisa's screams went ignored as she retreated into her own ecstasy, until finally at long last she was rocked by the most intense orgasm of her life. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Lynne screamed out to the heavens in pleasure, then slumped down onto the machine, exhausted. Raisa, too, slumped down in exhaustion as the electric jolts released her muscles from their spasmodic grip. The two girls breathed heavily together, recovering from what each had just experienced.

Monday, 2nd November 9:01am

Lynne was reaching her climax just as Catherine and Lisa were arriving at the courthouse. The duo walked into the grand lobby and stood in line at the security checkpoint. Catherine, of course, realized how absurd and embarrassingly she was dressed. She kept her eyes cast low as she shuffled forward in line.

\"Oh my goodness,\" the security guard exclaimed when he saw Catherine. \"Is that you Miss Grace?\"

Catherine's faced blush bright red at Hank, the elderly security guard that she'd chatted with every day on her way to work. She nodded meekly, the gag dissuaded her from trying to communicate any further. Hank waved his metal detector across her shiny, latex covered body. The material fit so tight that it was obvious that she wasn't concealing anything. He then waved her through.

There was a loud murmur of excitement as Catherine was led through the lobby. People gawked and gasped at the spectacle. Catherine heard her name several times, no doubt from many of her former co-workers who were at the courthouse for their trials and hearings. Her face felt hot as she tried to shut out the people around her. The crowd parted before her and Lisa as people jumped out of the way as if they'd come down with whatever madness had taken hold of their colleague.

They stopped outside the courtroom. Judge Kellerman's name gleamed on the brass plate mounted next to the door. There was a single chair in the hallway outside the room. Catherine, her feet aching from the walk in from the car in her painful ballet boots, moved to sit down, but Lisa swiftly slid into it first. Catherine made to protest, but Lisa cut her off.

\"You're supposed to be a submissive slavegirl,\" she said. \"How would it look if you stay in the comfortable chair and I was left standing beside you?\"

Catherine found it hard to argue with her point.

\"Why don't you kneel beside me?\" Lisa suggested, enjoying this whole experience very much. \"Our hearing starts in about fifteen minutes anyway.\"

Catherine kneeled on the floor next to her lawyer and sat quietly, trying to avoid eye contact with the various gawkers passing by. The tiny bells attached to her nipple clamps tinkled with every breath. Lisa busied herself with her phone, reviewing documents and replying to emails. She ignored Catherine entirely until, a few minutes later, she turned to Catherine.

\"It looks like your hearing has been delayed until ten thirty,\" she said, feigning exasperation. \"I guess we're stuck waiting here for another hour. Are you comfortable enough?\"

Catherine really wasn't, but what could she do? She nodded and slumped down, as much as her tight corset would allow anyway.

Monday, 2nd November 9:13am

As Catherine was settling in to wait for her hearing, Lynne had recovered her strength from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd just had. Her head still swam with the euphoria of the experience. She didn't even feel bad for poor Raisa, who'd been lit up like a Christmas tree. Raisa now sat softly mewing to herself as her tears spilled down onto her chest.

Something about the pathetic sight of the tortured girl stirred up strange feelings for Lynne. She seemed so fragile. So vulnerable. Lynne brushed her finger across the button of the controller, relishing the knowledge that she held the fate of this girl in her hands. She could let her rest... or she could make her suffer. The power gave her an odd rush.

Lynne smiled to herself. Without even realizing it, she quickly tapped the button and then released it. Raisa screamed as she felt the brief shock. She quickly looked up at Lynne in horror.

\"No, please!\" she begged. \"No more! It hurts so much!\"

Raisa's begging somehow excited Lynne even more. Her desperation was intoxicating. Lynne cocked an eyebrow and gave Raisa a look. She pressed the button again, longer this time. Raisa cried out as Lynne felt the device beneath her spring to life, eagerly massaging her pussy.

Raisa resumed crying as Lynne relented. She begged her stop. \"Why are you doing this?\" she said pitifully.

\"Because I can,\" Lynne answered with a venom in her voice that sent a chill down Raisa's spine.

Lynne mashed her finger down on the button and held it in place. Raisa's screams were a lovely background music to the gyrations of the machine beneath Lynne. Saavik's conditioning had finally begun to manifest itself in Lynne's consciousness. Her inner sadist was awakened and she moaned along with Raisa's howls as the device delivered her to another powerful orgasm.

Monday, 2nd November 10:30am

\"All rise,\" the bailiff called out, \"we call to order the case of the people versus Catherine Grace. Will the defendant please step forward?\"

Lisa Shaw pushed open the door to the courtroom and escorted Catherine up the aisle to the defense table, tugging along at her leash the entire way. There was an audible gasp from the spectators in the court, many of them Catherine's former colleagues who had taken an early lunch to watch the proceedings. Catherine kept her eyes cast low. She couldn't have been more embarrassed. Over the past hour it seemed as if every person that she'd ever met professionally had found a reason to walk down the hallway past Judge Kellerman's courtroom. Some pretended not to notice as they passed by Catherine, submissively sitting beside Lisa, drool from her gag pouring down onto her chest, every breath causing the nipple clamps to jingle. Others openly stared, some stopping to take a picture of the bizarre scene.

Now she wobbled down the aisle, teetering on her ballet boots, and stopped behind the table for the defense. On the opposite side was Mina Savage, Catherine's former boss, who had decided to personally take this particular case, given who the defendant was. Even she was stunned at what Catherine had chosen to wear to the hearing, her mouth hung agape as Lisa sidled in beside Catherine.

Judge Kellerman entered from a side door and took his seat at the front of the courtroom. He didn't seem at all surprised by the site of the fetish clad woman before him. Instead he smiled an amused smile and said, \"Miss Grace, this is a decidedly different look than what you usually wear to my courtroom.\"

Catherine blushed bright red and nodded. Lisa helped to remove the ballgag from her mouth. \"Yes, sir,\" Catherine replied. \"I've been a bad girl, please punish me.\"

This drew an amused murmur from the gallery. Judge Kellerman banged his gavel and called for order.

\"We'll just have to see about that,\" he said picking up the case file. \"You are accused of filing a false police report, police harassment, breaking and entering, destruction of property, and resisting arrest. How do you plead?\"

\"Your honor,\" Lisa Shaw chimed in, \"as you may recall, some time back my client pursued a case against several members of the alleged criminal organization, Group XS. During her time spent studying the case she has come to develop an unhealthy obsession with the supposed leader of this organization, Mistress XS. Her infatuation has seeped from her personal life into her professional and public life to the point where she wants nothing more than to be punished by Mistress XS. In fact, the only way that I could persuade her to appear in court today was that I was able to convince her that you would send her to be punished by Group XS. We do not dispute the charges against her. We therefore plead guilty by diminished capacity.\"

There were more surprised murmurs from the gallery at this latest development. Judge Kellerman listened to Lisa's reply, nodding along.

\"I must say this is a stunning turn of events from one who seemed to be such a promising young litigator,\" he said. \"Do you agree with your counsel's plea, Miss Grace?\"

\"Yes, sir,\" Catherine said, struggling to keep her voice even. \"Please punish me. I've been ever so naughty.\"

\"Well it seems rather clear to me that your mental state is not quite normal,\" he replied, his eyes roving up and down Catherine's latex covered body, drinking in all her curves. \"As you may be aware, I am on the supervisory board for a psychiatric hospital upstate. If the defense agrees to submit to evaluation and treatment at that facility until they deem that you are fit to re-enter society then the state will dismiss all charges from your record.\"

Lisa didn't even get a chance to respond before Catherine hurriedly agreed. A few weeks in the loonie bin was certainly favorable to a jail sentence. And while she was there she'd be able to devise a strategy for freeing her friends.

\"Very well,\" Judge Kellerman said. \"You are to report today to the Van Pelt Psychiatric Hospital. I will call and let them know to expect you. Now, on the subject of Group XS... it was brought to my attention this morning that while cleaning out your desk, your supervisor found several files from the trial of Victor Saavik and Yelena Zorhof that contained several irregularities.\"

The color drained from Catherine's face and she looked over at Mina Savage only to see the barely contained rage on her former boss's face. Catherine remembered back to the documents Mistress XS had her initial and sign before Miss Severity had arrived. There must have been something among them that was planted in her office.

\"This further evidence, which appears to have been withheld during the trial, seems to indicate that Group XS is nothing more than a social club and that your so-called witnesses were merely disgruntled former employees,\" Judge Kellerman explained. \"Needless to say this requires further examination, but in the meantime I have ordered the immediate release of Doctors Zorhof and Saavik. No doubt this evidence will be presented in a forthcoming wrongful imprisonment case against the state, and I won't be surprised if they are awarded several million taxpayer dollars for your biased and misguided witch-hunt against them. You should be ashamed of yourself.\"

Judge Kellerman gaveled the case closed and Lisa escorted Catherine out of the courtroom. Catherine couldn't believe it, not only had her conviction against the Group XS members been reversed, but the villains stood to be rewarded for their crimes! This was the greatest injustice of all, and she was resolved to correct it with the downfall, once and for all, of Group XS.

Monday, 2nd November 11:08am

As Catherine's hearing was wrapping up Lynne slumped against the sybian machine mounted between her legs. It had just delivered her to orgasm for the fourth time today. Her lust was insatiable and Raisa's desperate pleas only fanned the flames of her desire. Lynne's unfortunate victim had been tortured catatonic, she sat moaning quietly to herself, her muscles still twitching from the latest onslaught of electricity.

Monday, 2nd November 11:10am

\"That went remarkably well,\" Lisa said. \"Judge Kellerman went along with everything, just as I expected that he would.\"

She leaned over to reinsert Catherine's ball gag.

\"We better head up to the hospital right away. The sooner you're there, the sooner you'll finish your treatment,\" she explained.

Lisa escorted Catherine back to her car and buckled her in. They began the long drive upstate to the Van Pelt Psychiatric Hospital.

Chapter 7

Monday, 2nd November 12:40pm

The engine roared as Lisa took the latest turn at speed, her tires screeching as they slipped around the bend. Catherine held on as best as she could, though her arms were still locked in an armbinder behind her back. Lisa seemed determined to reach their destination in record time, her souped up sports car passed other motorists in the blink of an eye. Catherine tried to protest to Lisa through her gag, but it was no use. Lisa was having too much fun.

Monday, 2nd November 1:00pm

Beth eyed Master V warily as he rounded the corner at the end of the long hall that she was stationed in. She silently prayed to herself that he would pay her no mind and continue on his way.

The reason was obvious - she'd arrived late to class at the Group XS Slave School and as punishment the instructor, Mistress Olga, ordered her to wait out in the hall. Unfortunately for Beth, it wasn't as simple as that. First, she'd had her school issued dildos removed from her pussy and ass. Then she'd been backed into a cage and ordered to grab her ankles. Sadly, the cage was so small that once the door was locked shut, Beth was unable to stand up again. She was trapped bent double, with her face near her knees and her ass thrust up in the air. The cage was then dragged out into the hall so that Beth could await a 'proper' punishment after class.

Beth's legs burned from the strain of holding this stretched posture for so long, and, as Master V walked down the hall towards her, she realized just how vulnerable her position was. The top part of the cage was cut out, allowing passersby unhindered access to her exposed backside.

She bit down on the filthy panties Mistress Olga had shoved into her mouth and taped in place, another little gift for her tardy pupil, and she averted her eyes. \"Keep walking. Keep walking,\" she chanted to herself silently. Master V's heavy boots marched closer. Thump! Thump! Then stopped.

Beth held her breath.

\"What's this?\" Master V wondered aloud. He turned toward the caged girl and reached out. Beth cringed as she felt his hand run along the smooth latex of her school uniform, stretched tightly over her firm ass cheeks.

\"I needed to go feed and water my slaves waiting for me in the leather dungeon,\" he said. \"But with such an inviting presentation I don't think they'd mind waiting a few minutes longer.\"

His fingers wandered to the slit in Beth's panties. She gasped as she felt his rough fingers invade her dry pussy. She heard his other hand reach for his zipper and undo his pants. His fingers continued manipulating her pussy. He wriggled them in and out, he gently stroked her labia. Beth squealed at the occasional prick of the pins lining the crotch of her panties as they shifted about from his efforts.

His hand withdrew and Beth felt the tip of his erect penis press up against the entrance to her cunt. He paused as if contemplating something.

\"You don't seem very excited to see me visit you,\" he remarked. \"You're hardly wet at all.\" He pulled his cock away. \"If it's all the same to you then I may as well fuck you in the ass.\"

Beth grunted into her panty stuffed mouth in protest, but Master V had made up his mind. She felt a gob of spit land on her puckered asshole. He tipped the cage back towards himself to get a better angle then suddenly thrust himself hard into her defenseless ass. Beth howled as she felt him enter. His large cock felt like it was splitting her in two. As he pumped his way deeper and deeper she started to feel the pricks from the pins on her panties that lined her stretched out orifice.

After a few minutes Master V grunted with exertion as he emptied his balls into Beth's ass. Spent, he withdrew his filthy cock and tipped Beth's cage back against the wall. Beth sobbed as his cum oozed from her gaping ass.

\"It's too bad your mouth isn't available to clean my cock,\" Master V remarked. \"No matter. I'm sure one of my leather slaves will be up to the task.\"

He zipped up his pants and continued down the hall.

Monday, 2nd November 1:30pm

Catherine sighed as Lisa pulled off the highway onto a private drive and stopped in front of an imposing gate with the words 'Van Pelt Psychiatric Institute' hammered into the iron bars. Lisa rolled down the window and keyed in a code on the box nearby. Catherine, meanwhile, took note of the imposing security wall surrounding the compound, lined all along the top with gleaming, sharp razorwire.

The gate swung open and Lisa drove up the gravel road through thick woodland for a quarter mile before the forest gave way to a wide open and perfectly manicured lawn. Catherine couldn't help but notice that the main building looked more like a prison than a hospital. Its long windowless walls and gothic architecture were rather imposing.

Lisa drove up to another gate and spoke with the guard on duty via the intercom while the security camera held its unblinking eye on the two women. As they passed through this gate and came around the side of the building Catherine relaxed a little as she saw a friendlier facade of aged red brick and antique windows overlooking a paved black driveway.

Lisa pulled up to the front of the building and escorted Catherine into the entrance. A bored looking receptionist sat behind a desk. She sat up straighter as Lisa and Catherine entered. Lisa explained the purpose of their visit and the receptionist handed her a clipboard with several forms to fill out.

\"The doctors will see you in the examine room just through the doors behind me,\" she said. The girl seemed to regard Catherine with what could only be described as a look of pity as the duo pushed through the doors and entered the room.

Catherine sat uneasily in one of the chairs within while Lisa stood behind her, examining the paperwork. Catherine's anxiety grew as she sat waiting. What if the doctors discovered her fraud? Would she be sent to prison? How long would they expect her to stay here? She needed to get out quickly so that she could focus on bringing down Group XS.

As if reading her thoughts, Lisa spoke up. \"You don't have anything to worry about. The doctors here are the absolute best at what they do. Their skilled hands will give you just what you need.\"

The door opposite the one Catherine had entered creaked open and two doctors, one man and one woman, entered wearing white lab coats. Catherine looked up at them and then froze. The color drained from her face and the doctors each gave her a warm smile.

\"Hello, Catherine,\" said Dr. Zorhof through her thick accent. \"We've been expecting you!\"

Catherine scrambled to her feet to flee. She spun around quickly to escape to the entrance and came face to face with Lisa, now wielding a stun gun.

\"Where are you going?\" she asked. \"Didn't I tell you that I'd help you find Group XS?\"

Catherine moved to charge past Lisa and get away, but the confident young attorney rammed the prods of her stun gun into Catherine's body and pressed the trigger. Catherine's muscles seized up and she collapsed to the floor, breathless.

\"You should be happy,\" Dr. Saavik said as he loomed over Catherine. \"Your journey to our facility was much more comfortable than that of your girlfriend's. Though I'm afraid that your stay will not be nearly as pleasant.\"

He took the stun gun from Lisa and pressed the metal prods against Catherine's cunt. She gasped as she felt the contact, then squealed and convulsed as Saavik pressed the trigger, until finally she lost consciousness and fell limp.

Chapter 8

Monday, 2nd November 7:00pm

\"Unngh,\" Catherine moaned as she regained consciousness. She opened her eyes, then immediately shut them again against the bright lights that beamed down onto her from multiple angles. She'd been stripped of the fetish gear that she had worn to the courthouse and on her journey to, what she now knew, was the Group XS compound. She was naked, standing spread eagle in a sturdy wooden frame with her arms and ankles held immobile by heavy metal shackles. Her mouth had been packed full with cloth and sealed shut with clear plastic packing tape. She wasn't sure how long she'd been hanging like this, but it must have been hours given the ache in her muscles.

\"Ah, Catherine,\" a voice with a flinty Eastern European accent said. \"We've been waiting for you.\"

Catherine opened her eyes, refusing to believe what was actually happening to her. Standing before her in all her glory was Mistress XS. Her black latex catsuit hugged every curve of her body perfectly. The latex had been shined so that it gleamed under the bright lights. And her cold gray eyes peered at Catherine from behind her black hood. Her shiny black heels clicked on the polished tile floor as she slowly circled her captive.

\"I've been anticipating this moment for so long,\" Mistress XS continued. \"Just thinking about it has made my pussy so wet today. I figured you wouldn't mind cleaning my soiled panties with your mouth.\" She gently stroked Catherine's bulging cheeks. Catherine recoiled at the thought of this sadist's sodden panties stuffed into her mouth and gagged a little.

\"Oh, come now,\" Mistress XS admonished her. \"After all the fun we've had over the past couple of weeks you object to that? Well I'm sorry to say that you are going to have a decidedly less pleasant time now that we're finally together in person.\" She continued pacing around Catherine, examining her victim from every angle like a spider regarding the latest captive in its web.

\"There's so much that I want to do to you, Catherine,\" she admitted. \"I had a hard time deciding what to do first. But don't worry, you'll be here for a long, long time and every single one of our members is dedicated to ensuring that you spend the rest of your days in absolute misery.\"

The gravity of her situation was beginning to sink in for Catherine. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

\"I've put together a little demonstration to show you what fun you've been missing out on while you were back at home living your boring little life,\" Mistress XS said. \"But before we get to that, why don't we give you a little taste, first hand.\"

Catherine watched fearfully as Mistress XS stalked over to a wall and pulled down a stiff leather covered paddle. For the first time Catherine looked around the room she was in. It was a rather large room, well equipped with all manner of torture devices. The walls were adorned with whips, chains, paddles, clamps, gags, and hoods. Scattered throughout the area were small wooden boxes of various shapes, which Catherine noted were just large enough to uncomfortably fit an unhappy woman inside. The far side of the room was lined with several large sarcophagi standing up on end. There was a large metal grate in the center of the room, Catherine didn't have to guess too hard to know what was it was for, given the noxious scents that occasionally wafted up from it.

Mistress XS sidled up behind Catherine and whispered in her ear, \"Take it all in, dear. This is your new home and you are going to be the most popular attraction here for quite some time.\"

Catherine nervously looked over her shoulder at Mistress XS as she lined up behind her and grasped the paddle. Mistress XS reached under the handle of the paddle and flipped a switch. A small green light on the handle lit up.

\"This is a special new paddle that I've taken a shine to lately. Tell me if you can figure what it is that gives it that 'extra kick',\" she said.

Mistress XS lifted the paddle far back and swung with all her might. The paddle crashed into Catherine's buttocks like a wrecking ball slamming into a building. Catherine was thrown forward, not only by the impact, but also an electric shock sent coursing through her backside by the metal nubs placed all along the length of the paddle. Her ass alit in pain as every muscle in her body seized. Catherine let out a primal scream and collapsed against her restraints, sobbing.

Mistress XS laughed maniacally, thoroughly enjoying every minute. She readied another blow. The second hit was somehow harder than the first. Catherine looked like she was about to jump out of her skin as the impact and the electricity combined to send her reeling before she collapsed again to wallow in the lingering after effects of the strike.

Mistress XS brushed her hand gently across Catherine's glowing red buttocks, admiring the warmth of her flesh after only two strikes. Her fingers paused on one of the angry red burn marks left from the discharge of electricity into Catherine's body.

Oh yes, she thought to herself. We're going to have a lot of fun together.

Monday, 2nd November 7:10pm

Elsewhere in the Group XS dungeon, Dr. Saavik was tightening down the final few straps that held Lynne trapped within a vacuum bed. Lynne had been dressed head to toe in tight latex. A big, heavy discipline hood covered her head, blocking out all outside stimulus. A rebreather bag attached to the hood and fed out through a hole in the rubber sheet of the bed ensured that she could only take long, slow breaths if she wanted to get any fresh air.

Dr. Saavik flipped the switch to activate the bed and watched as it gave its occupant an embrace so tight that she couldn't move a single muscle. Before placing Lynne in the vac bed, Dr. Saavik had put Lynne into a deep state of hypnosis. Now he leaned over and started the recording he had made which played through a set of earbuds embedded in the thick hood. The suggestions he wished to implant in Lynne's subconscious would play on a continuous loop until she was freed from her bondage.

As one final step he reached down between Lynne's legs and activated the vibrator trapped up against her cunt. Lynne responded almost immediately, writhing against the tight hug of the vacuum bed, trapped as she was, she'd be brought to orgasm dozens of times before she was freed. Saavik smiled.

\"Sweet dreams,\" he said to his trapped victim. \"Your dear sweet girlfriend has finally joined us. I bet you just can't wait to see her again.\"

Monday, 2nd November 7:40pm

A sheen of sweat covered Catherine from head to toe. Her ass had been paddled from pink to rose to fire engine red. Its glow contrasted beautifully against the rest of Catherine's pale skin. Mistress XS set down her paddle and grabbed onto Catherine's butt cheeks with both hands. Catherine moaned as Mistress XS kneaded and massaged her abused ass.

\"Are you having fun yet?\" Mistress XS hissed into Catherine's ear. Catherine could only groan in response.

\"Maybe you're ready for our little demonstration, then?\" she said. \"You see, your friends and family have been with us for quite a while now.\" Mistress XS walked over to the far side of the room. \"And they've learned an awful lot.\" She threw up a heavy metal bar barricading a set of small metal doors set into the wall covering an area two feet on each side. \"I dare say that they might even be having fun. And so I've gotten a couple of 'volunteers' here to show you just how much fun you've been missing out on.\"

Mistress XS released the latch holding the doors shut. They sprung open and out tumbled a woman wearing an elegant black evening dress complete with black stockings and stilleto heels strapped to her feet. A pair of black velvet opera gloves came up past her elbows. The woman's chest heaved as she stretched out on the floor and breathed in the fresh air. Mistress XS pulled free the canvas bag that had been tied over her head and then nodded towards the corner of the room. The woman looked to the corner with red, tearstained eyes and nodded. The large black harness gag strapped into her mouth prevented any further communication.

The woman shakily rose to her feet and took a seat on a bench in the dark corner of the room. Catherine looked closer and saw that she was seated in front of a piano, which somehow she hadn't noticed before and seemed completely out of place in a dungeon. After taking her seat the woman reached beneath the bench and plugged in a small wire that disappeared up the back of her dress at its other end. Then she pulled a broad strap across her lap and buckled it into place.

Catherine watched as the woman began to play a soft melody. She was very talented. Another promising life, interrupted by the machinations of Group XS, Catherine thought sadly. As the woman played, Catherine couldn't help but notice that every few notes the woman would stiffen, her hands wavered every so slightly, but still she played on, flawlessly.

Catherine's attention was drawn away from the pianist by Mistress XS, who had leaned into the confined space that she had opened in the wall and dragged out another slave and dumped her to the floor. Catherine blinked in surprise as Mistress XS returned to the enclosure and then dragged out yet another girl. She could see now how shallow the space was and was amazed that one person could even fit in there, let alone three!

The two new slaves laid stiffly on the floor while Mistress XS closed up the space in the wall again. Then she turned around and prodded each girl with the toe of her boot. \"Come on now,\" she said. \"Up on your feet. It's showtime.\"

The girls rose hesitantly to their feet under the withering glare of their cruel mistress. As they stood up and faced towards the center of the room Catherine let out a terrible cry.

\"Ah, good,\" Mistress XS said, returning to Catherine's side. \"You recognize them. Your nieces, Serena and Alex, have grown so much since we've taken them under our care.\"

Catherine stared in disbelief. She had known that Group XS had captured her nieces, along with her sister, but seeing them here, now, live and in person truly drove home the reality of the situation.

The girls stood at attention on the side of the room. The identical twins were identically dressed as a fetishized version of a ballerina. Each wore a pink latex leotard, backless and crotchless. A set of holes was cut in the front through which the girls' large tits were obscenely displayed. Their legs were covered in pink latex thigh high stockings, clipped to the bottom of the leotard with suspenders. Their feet had been fitted into pink leather ballet boots. Lacking the training and balance of a trained dancer, these boots had a skinny stiletto heel, but Catherine knew first-hand that walking in them for any amount of time was excruciating. Around each girl's waist was frilly pink tutu, which the girls had carefully fluffed back into shape after being mashed together for so long in the wall enclosure.

On each of the twins' heads was a pink latex hood which covered all but the girls eyes and nose. Over the mouth of the hoods was painted a cartoon image of a big, toothy smile. But the real sentiment of the girls was captured by their eyes which conveyed their pain and terror. The girls looked toward their aunt in despair. She was their last, best hope at escaping the clutches of Group XS, and now here she was, just as trapped and helpless as they were.

Mistress XS, impatient for the performance to begin, clapped her hands to signal her performers to start. The pianist changed songs to an elegant, classical melody. Serena and Alex stepped forward and curtsied.

\"I really hope you enjoy the show, Catherine,\" Mistress XS admitted. \"The girls have worked very hard on it, day and night. In fact, I don't think they've left this room in over a week.\"

Catherine doubted that this was by choice. She watched as the girls pranced and twirled over to a raised area in the middle of the room that served as a sort of stage. After ascending the steps, Serena moved to sit on the floor. She sat facing Catherine with her legs spread wide, her bare pussy peeking out lewdly from her ballet outfit. She leaned back on her hands as Alex neatly tiptoed a circle around her sister before dropping to her knees in front of Serena.

Catherine shifted uncomfortably in her bonds as she watched Alex lean forward and bury her face in Serena's cunt. She wondered what had Mistress XS threatened them with to get them to go along with this, as Alex licked and nibbled at her sister's pussy. She was probably better off not knowing.

While Alex busied herself with an enthusiastic display of cunnilingus, Serena fixed her gaze upon her audience. The smile painted across her face mocked her misery. Her eyes betrayed her true disdain and fear, for she knew what was coming next. After a minute or two of pussy licking, Alex lifted her face away from her sister and crawled over to a small table positioned nearby. Serena's pussy glistened with saliva, her clit just barely visible, peeking out from its protective hood. Alex crawled back from the table holding a small silver object. Catherine watched with dread as Alex brought the small spring loaded clamp between her sister's legs and snapped the cruel object onto her exposed clit. Serena threw her head back in agony, an audible groan escaped from behind her hooded lips.

Catherine felt sick. She shut her eyes and turned away from the appalling performance in front of her. Mistress XS immediately turned and slapped her across the face.

\"You'd better watch every last detail or I'll personally tear those two girls apart with my razor whip,\" she hissed.

Catherine begrudgingly opened her eyes and watched as Alex now sat with her legs obscenely spread, and Serena kneeled before her. Catherine could see the clamp snapped onto Serena's clit bob and sparkle in the lights as the girl busied herself in her twin's pussy. A tiny trickle of blood seeped down one side of the clamp.

After another moment, Alex was treated to a clamp matching her sister's. Then the two girls struggled to their feet for more prancing and twirling. Each made her way to an opposite side of the stage where they picked up a set of matching strap-on dildos and buckled them onto their hips. They teetered back to center stage, circling each other as the music crescendoed. The dildos swung wildly from side to side as they danced. Catherine could see clearly that the dildos were easily eight inches long and tapered from a narrow tip to a base that was two inches wide. They enacted a faux struggle in dance, swaying back and forth, before finally Serena dramatically turned and submissively fell to her knees with her face pressed to the floor and ass in the air, looking in Catherine's direction.

Alex hopped and pirouetted in a display of mock triumph, then took up a position behind Serena. It didn't take a genius to guess what happened next. Alex grabbed hold of her cock and lined it up with Serena's anus. Catherine forced herself to watch as the music grew louder and more intense. Alex rammed her cock hard into Serena's waiting asshole. Serena closed her eyes and scrunched up her face as her sister raped her ass. Alex thrust in and out in time with the melody while Serena braced herself against the floor. Each thrust pushed the dildo in deeper and deeper, until finally Serena's ass had swallowed its entire length. Alex paused with her strap-on now fully embedded in her sister's ass. She reached between her legs, unhooked the dildo, and stood up in triumph. The dildo inside Serena narrowed slightly right near its base, helping to keep it firmly lodged in place. Serena took a brief moment to gather herself before awkwardly standing back up to rejoin the performance.

Of course the twins' performance demanded symmetry, so the previous scene repeated, with this time Alex ending up on her knees, submissively presenting her ass for her sister to ravage.

With clits clamped and asses stuffed, the girls resumed their dance, though a bit less gracefully now than before. They made their way again to opposite sides of the stage, where each girl acquired a long single tail bullwhip. Then they pranced to the front of the stage. Each girl reached high overhead and found a chain hanging from the ceiling, which she pulled down and then locked her own left wrist into the attached shackle.

The girls, now chained and standing about eight feet apart regarded each other warily. The music changed to a new song and Serena unfurled her whip. With her unchained arm she twirled the whip back and then quickly swung, coming in from the side so that the whip laid itself down beneath Alex's upraised arm. There was a loud 'snap' as the whip curled around the girl's left side and the tip accelerated into the bare flesh on her back. Alex swooned. She lost her footing and dangled by her manacled wrist as her back exploded in pain. A vicious red stripe traced the path of the whip across her alabaster skin. Clearly Serena had held nothing back, as she had been commanded by her sadistic stage director, Mistress XS.

Next, it was Serena's turn. Alex recollected herself, stood back up on her ballet boots and delivered an equally vicious blow to her sister. Serena, too, collapsed against her bonds. Her muted scream sent a shiver down Catherine's spine. Catherine wept freely at the sight of her beloved nieces abusing each other for her benefit.

Back and forth, back and forth, Serena and Alex traded blows until each girl's back was striped with red welts. In several of the places where the lines met a rivulet of blood dribbled down. The girls' strength was waning and the strikes became less effective. Finally, the music ended and that was the cue for the girls to drop their whips and unshackle their wrists.

They moved now with no grace or elegance. Their suffering had taken its toll and they hobbled brokenly towards their next task. Catherine could hardly bare to watch any more. She moaned into her gag, pleading for mercy for her dear nieces. Mistress XS merely leaned over towards Catherine and whispered into her ear. \"This next part is my favorite. We made sure to practice it over and over,\" she purred.

The girls shuffled towards the part of the stage closest to Catherine and stood just shy of the edge, shoulder to shoulder. Catherine looked up to see her sweaty, broken, and bloodied nieces trembling with pain and exhaustion. Under the piercing glare of Mistress XS, each girl reached up to the ceiling and tugged on a chain, lowering the end to chest height. Up close, Catherine could see that each chain split into two ends, and each end had attached a vicious-looking saw-toothed nipple clamp. The girls grabbed the clamps and turned toward each other. In unison, Serena applied a clamp to Alex's nipple, and Alex applied a clamp to Serena's nipple. The twins cried out together in pain and the sharp teeth bit into their sensitive flesh. The process was repeated for their remaining nipples.

With their chests quivering under the harsh pull of the nipple clamps the girls turned back toward Catherine and Mistress XS. There was enough slack in the chain that they were able to move with relative freedom. The girls paused at the edge of the stage and waited. The music grew in intensity. The girls linked arms. Mistress XS clasped her hands together in anticipation. The girls inched ever closer to the edge of the stage... and then jumped!

Catherine gasped at the unexpected move. She watched in horror as the two girls dropped down together, arm in arm, falling about three feet from the stage to the floor. About halfway down the chains attached to their nipples pulled taught and the clamps were viscously yanked free. The girls were expecting the pain, but there was nothing they could do to lessen it. They wailed in agony as the sharp teeth of the clamps twisted and tore, resisting every bit of the way. They landed hard on the ground. The impact and the torture was too much for them to possibly land on their ballet booted feet, and they crumpled to the ground, sobbing and broken.

Mistress XS cheered and clapped. \"Bravo!\" she shouted. \"Bravo!\"

The music fell silent and Serena and Alex wriggled into each other's arms and cried, their torture complete. Mistress XS turned to Catherine. \"Wasn't that just wonderful?\" she asked. \"Oh, we do have so much fun here.\"

Catherine hung her head and cried. This was a nightmare come true, and it was only just beginning.

Mistress XS watched Serena and Alex embrace for a few moments before ordering them back up to their feet. She commanded them over to the corner of the large room near the piano and told them to stand at attention. The girls quickly complied and marched into position and stood stiff backed with their feet shoulder length apart and their hands behind their heads.

Mistress XS moved to the center of the room and sat upon one of the many wooden crates that dotted the space.

\"I think now is a good time to introduce you to the rest of our group,\" she said. \"You'll be spending so much time together. Let's consider this your orientation.\"

She stood up from the box that she was sitting on and Catherine heard a gasp come from within it. Upon closer examination, she could see that there was the lower half of a woman's face jutting out right from the spot that Mistress XS had been sitting. Mistress XS leaned over the box and undid several latches. The top of the box opened and Mistress XS reached inside and fumbled about, appearing to be untying a long length of thin cable. Finally she took ahold of a lump of the woman's hair and hauled her up out of the box by it. The woman fell to the floor but was quickly ordered back up onto her feet with several sharp kicks to the ribs by Mistress XS.

\"Of course you remember Tania,\" Mistress XS said.

Catherine regarded the miserable wretch standing before her. Much of the injuries she had sustained when Catherine had last seen her being tortured by Mistress XS had healed. Unfortunately, she was covered in many newer and fresher injuries that she had sustained since then!

\"We've tried very hard to give Tania everything she deserves. She is kept in extreme confinement at all times, she is tortured for extended periods, and she is given only the most distasteful and unpleasant tasks,\" Mistress XS explained.

Tania was left to stand at attention in front of her box, just like Serena and Alex, while Mistress XS went to several other boxes, which to Catherine's surprise and dismay, were likewise occupied. More slave girls were tossed out and ordered to stand. Catherine peered into the bottom of several of the nearer boxes and saw that the girls had been packed in with their weight resting on those insidious wooden ridges which would press relentlessly against their cunts while they sat.

Mistress XS then freed two more slaves, one each from the sarcophagi standing upright against the back wall. The trembling girls within had been completely unbound inside, but didn't dare to move because they were held it place by the threat of hundreds of razor sharp spikes covering every surface of the interior. Their skin showed several spots where the spikes had indeed made their impression.

With the boxes and containers emptied, Mistress XS now moved to the metal grate set in the floor of the room. She slid back the cover to reveal a grid of thick, metal bars laying a few inches above a putrid smelling pool of liquid. Inside the pit, with their faces pressed up against the bars in order to stay above the surface and breath, were two more miserable and exhausted slaves. Mistress XS unlocked the bars and commanded the filth-covered women out of the water. Mistress XS regarded them with disgust as she re-covered the stinking pit. The foul smelling slaves took their place at the end of the growing row of slave girls arrayed before Catherine.

\"Oh my,\" Mistress XS remarked. \"They smell even worse than the last time I pulled them out of there.\" She paused for a second, then smiled a devious smile. \"I know. Tania, dear, would you please lick these girls clean?\" she said in a way that clearly implied that it wasn't a question.

Tania quickly fell to her knees, the disgust apparent on her face, and crawled over to the filthy, stinking slaves. She got to work taking long slow licks, starting at the girls legs and moving up. She paused several times to gag and wretch, but she attacked her unsavory task with a vigor befitting someone whose punishment for a substandard job was horrible pain and extreme torture.

Mistress XS watched Tania with amusement until her task was complete. Meanwhile, the door to the large room opened and in marched the woman previously introduced to Catherine as Mistress Olga. Behind her, chained collar to collar, a contingent of slaves wearing Group XS's signature schoolgirl uniform marched in lockstep. Mistress Olga detached them from each other and had them form a row behind the slaves already present. The schoolgirls uniforms' leather, rubber, and satin drank in the bright lights, illuminating their tight hold on the curves of the young women bound within. Catherine shuddered as she remembered the myriad spikes that dotted the inside of the uniforms in various sensitive locations.

As Catherine reviewed these new entrants her eyes grew in surprise as she recognized Charlotte, Lynne's little sister, now trussed up in a school uniform that appeared to be two sizes too small and overly revealing in all the wrong ways. Charlotte made eye contact with Catherine, but then quickly looked away, staring straight ahead with the rest of the gathered slaves which, Catherine noted, included Hannah Firman, one of the girls she rescued when she had brought down Group XS so long ago.

As the next batch of Group XS denizens entered the room Catherine did a double take as she saw walking at the head of the group Judge Kellerman, dressed in a fully authentic Nazi Gestapo uniform. He winked at Catherine, and doffed his colonel's hat to her as he walked by leading a group of beaten and battered slaves dressed as some depraved monster's idea of a Jewish latex whore. Bringing up the rear of this unholy parade was Mrs. Kellerman riding on a saddle mounted atop a trembling girl crawling on her hands and knees.

Next to arrive were Dr. Zorhof and Dr. Saavik leading even more slaves. Catherine cried out at the sight of her sister, Georgina, who looked to be having an especially hard time of late. As Georgina saw Catherine she suddenly jumped out of line and ran towards Catherine. She didn't make it more than three steps though before Dr. Zorhof raised a small remote control and pressed a button. Georgina immediately collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony. Her hands flew up to her mouth, which had been sealed shut with layer upon layer of tape. Dr. Zorhof released the button after a moment and angrily walked over to Georgina. She kicked her back into line, promising to punish her severely later for her disobedience.

Catherine could see that among these new arrivals were Katie, Emily, and Beth, the remaining girls that she had rescued so long ago, only to have them wind up back in the clutches of Group XS.

More masters and mistresses filed in: Mistress Spite from the rubber dungeon, Master V from the leather dungeon, Mistress Helga and Midori from the prison wing, and last of all came Lisa Shaw, dressed now from head to toe in a stunning red latex catsuit. She came right up to Catherine and kissed her on her taped lips as Catherine stared daggers back at her betrayer.

Each of these new masters brought with them a collection of slaves, some Catherine didn't recognize, but many of them she did. There was Raisa, her former clerk, who Master V had taken a shine to recently and made his personal leather butt slut. There was Michelle Dubois, Kathy Winter, and Kelly Brown, three prostitutes Catherine had tried in court. And others that she recognized from the sick videos Mistress XS had made her watch. She saw Elissa, the unfortunate hitchhiker, her bald head gleaming under the lights.

But despite all the people paraded into the room, Catherine didn't see the one person that she had most desperately wanted to see, Lynne. Where was she? Was she alright? Had Mistress XS gone too far with her tortures and killed her? Catherine searched from unhappy face to unhappy face looking for her lost lover, but to no avail.

Finally the deranged parade stopped. Arrayed before Catherine, in all their glorious misery, were dozens of tortured and terrified slaves, standing rigidly at attention while a team of seasoned and experienced sadists beamed proudly at their sides.

\"Take a good look, Catherine,\" Mistress XS said. \"This is the reward for all your meddling in our affairs. You have not beaten us. We are stronger than ever before. All you have done is brought pain and suffering to your friends and family. Watch now and you'll see firsthand the trouble that you have unleashed on them.\"

Mistress XS called out to the slaves, all standing at attention with their chests out and hands behind their heads, \"Slaves, assume spanking position!\"

Every girl immediately heeded the command, bending over at the waist and grabbing her ankles. A lump grew in Catherine's throat as each of the masters and mistresses assembled went to a rack on the wall and retrieved a thick leather strap. They lined up behind the slaves, regarding the plump asses thrust out for them so invitingly.

\"Remember Catherine,\" Mistress XS said. \"This is all because of you.\" She nodded to her colleagues and the room came to life with the swish of leather through the air, the crack of each belt on vulnerable and exposed flesh or latex or rubber, and the cries of pain from the dozens of slaves. The assembled members of Group XS walked up and down the rows dispensing hard strikes to every slave they passed. All except Mistress XS, who remained standing behind Tania, pelting the poor woman's ass over and over and over until it looked like she would collapse in pain.

Catherine wanted to look away, but she feared what it might mean for her assembled friends and family. She cried out in sympathy with the anguished, beaten slaves. She wished it would stop. She wanted it to end. But the abuse kept going.

Finally, after every slave's ass had been beaten to a bright red color Mistress XS called for her associates to stop. \"Are you sorry, Catherine?\" she asked. \"Are you sorry that you've brought so much suffering to these women?\" Mistress XS walked up to Catherine and tore the tape free from her mouth, then pried the saliva soaked panties from within.

\"Yes,\" Catherine croaked. \"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!\"

\"Maybe you can make it up to them,\" Mistress XS replied. She went to a cabinet and pulled out two enormous fishhooks. The metal was as thick as a pencil and pointed at the tip, the hooks were about the size of a hand. Catherine grew pale as Mistress XS approached her.

\"Please, no!\" she begged. \"Please.\"

Mistress XS paused. \"I thought you were sorry,\" she said. \"We have plenty of toys to go around. Should we punish the tits of your family and friends instead?\"

The assembled slaves, still grasping their ankles, red asses glowing, shifted uncomfortably at the prospect. Catherine surveyed the immense hooks with dread. \"No, mistress. Punish me,\" she said softly.

\"That's the spirit,\" Mistress XS chirped. \"I always knew you were a team player.\"

She stepped forward and pinched Catherine's nipple with vice-like strength. Catherine let out a low moan and Mistress XS pull her tit up from her chest. \"If you think that hurts, then just wait,\" Mistress XS teased. With a firm grip on one of the hooks she pressed the sharpened steel into the underside of Catherine's stretched tit and slowly stabbed her way through until the hook exited out the top. Catherine screamed like a banshee. She thrashed against her bonds, but it was no use. Mistress XS cackled with glee and released her grip on Catherine's nipple.

\"One down, one to go,\" she said, then gripped Catherine's other nipple while the blubbering woman still shook in pain from the first hook. Again Catherine emitted an ear-splitting shriek as her other breast was impaled on the enormous hook.

While Catherine endured the lingering agony in her chest, Mistress XS grabbed a length of rope, then freed Catherine's arms from the chains holding them up to the frame. She roughly guided Catherine's arms behind her back and deftly tied them into place in a reverse prayer position. Then she freed Catherine's ankles from their chains as well. Catherine fell to her knees on the floor and sobbed, the hooks protruding gruesomely from her tits. Moving with greater purpose now, Mistress XS went and grabbed a set of large metal weights attached to short chains and knelt down next to Catherine. She attached one weight to each hook and then stood up again.

\"Alright,\" Mistress XS announced. \"You said you were sorry that you've dragged your friends into this. I think you ought to make it up to them. Show them how sorry you are. Each of these women, whom you have let down, will come stand in front of you. I want you to give them a kiss, one on each aching butt cheek, and apologize for your failure.\"

Mistress XS ordered the gathered slaves to stand at attention once again. Then she gestured to Tania, arguably the one who had suffered the greatest so far at the hands of Group XS, to come forward. Tania stumbled forward and stood facing away from Catherine. Catherine looked up at her glowing red ass. The bruises were just starting to set in.

\"Go on,\" Mistress XS urged. \"Give her a kiss.\"

Catherine slowly rose from the floor, but as she lifted her body she removed all the slack from the chains holding the heavy weights to her chest. She grunted as she struggled to lift her body the rest of the way, but the weights were so heavy. As she pulled they yanked hard, tearing and further damaging her tits. With a scream of determination and pain she managed to lift the weights free from the floor. They swung gently back and forth and Catherine lifted her face even with Tania's battered ass. She leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on first one, then the next, lump of abused flesh. She was surprised, as her lips made contact, by just how hot the woman's flesh felt.

\"I'm so sorry, Tania,\" Catherine sobbed before collapsing back to the floor, the weights clunking down hard on the ground.

Mistress XS brought the next slave, and the next, and the next. Catherine struggled more and more each time as she lifted the heavy weights. Her tits distended from the weight of the heavy metal, and Catherine's strength waned. Each lift was harder than the last. When it came to Raisa's turn for an apology Catherine couldn't bring herself to lift the weights free from the ground. She tried valiantly to lift them, but her body simply refused.

\"What are you waiting for?\" Mistress XS demanded impatiently. \"You have a lot more apologizing to do.\"

Catherine, broken and exhausted, couldn't lift herself from the floor. \"I can't,\" she sobbed. \"I can't.\"

\"Very well,\" Mistress XS said. \"If you won't atone for your sins, then your friends here will. They will share in your tit punishment. Ladies, I expect you to remain standing at attention. The first one to break her stance will take Catherine's place here.\"

Now the gathered members of Group XS again raised their straps, but this time the target was the array of perky, beautiful breasts thrust out from each pained and frightened slave. They paraded up and down the rows, straps cracked against skin, tits jiggled and swayed as they were beaten, and slaves cried out in pain, but not a one broke her stance. Not even poor Serena and Alex, still recovering from their ordeal. Catherine, meanwhile, remained sobbing on the floor, repeating \"I'm sorry\" over and over again.

Once the slaves' tits had been sufficiently beaten Mistress XS returned to Catherine. \"See,\" she said. \"All these women had the strength and discipline to do what they were ordered to. You, on the other hand, can do nothing but disappoint them. You are a failure, Catherine Grace. Are you really sorry?\"

\"I am,\" Catherine croaked.

\"Well if you aren't, you soon will be,\" Mistress XS smiled as she approached Catherine with an evil and cold look on her face.

Epilogue

Catherine was standing, as best she could, underneath a beam set in the ceiling overhead. She was bent forward at the waist, her arms drawn up behind her in a single sleeve tied to the beam. She had been stuffed into one of Group XS's kinky schoolgirl uniforms. The short black rubber box-pleat skirt didn't reach far enough down to cover her school panties, a black rubber and leather pair that had been stretched tight over her ass. Her pink pussy peeked out from the split crotch. With black seamed stockings hanging from garters on the panties, Catherine looked every bit the naughty schoolgirl. Her head was trapped within the tight leather prison of the school's discipline hood. This one, at least, had eyeholes so she could peer out into the torture chamber she'd been brought to. But she was forced to take long, slow breaths due to the rebreather bag affixed beneath her hood. Her jaw ached from the enormous choke gag attached to the bottom of the hood and stuffed in her mouth.

As she hung there, awaiting her punishment, Catherine couldn't help but remember that she had worn a similar, if much less extreme, version of this very outfit during her last night with Lynne. It had seemed so long ago. In her time with Group XS so far, Catherine had still not yet seen her lover anywhere. She worried about her constantly. What had happened to her?

She heard the heavy, metal door to the chamber swing open. Catherine twisted to try and get a look at who had entered, but immediately regretted it as the spikes embedded within her school uniform poked and scraped at her sensitive bits. A woman's shape flashed in the corner of her eye and Catherine filled with dread. The black catsuit, the face-concealing hood with the XS logo across the front - it could only be Mistress XS, here to inflict unimaginable pain and torment on her. She closed her eyes, readying herself for her ordeal.

Her mistress walked up to Catherine and paused in front of her. Catherine felt a soft, gloved hand reach up and gently stroke her face through her hood. Catherine looked up and squeaked in surprise. Peering back at her was not the cold, gray eyes of Mistress XS, it was Lynne!

Catherine wriggled with excitement. Lynne was alive and well! She grunted into her gag, her attempts to communicate frustrated by her bondage. She'd do anything to talk with Lynne, even just to be with her for a few minutes.

Lynne looked indifferently toward Catherine. \"I hear someone's been a bad girl,\" she said. Catherine grunted in response.

\"Well, it's my job to punish bad girls,\" she said coldly.

Lynne turned to the wall in front of Catherine and regarded the array of implements spread out before her. Catherine watched with trepidation. Lynne smiled and picked up a dildo, she leaned over to fasten the strap-on to her hips, then turned around. Catherine's grunts changed to desperate pleas as Lynne stepped forward and Catherine found herself face to face with The Punisher. The enormous dildo was shaped like five balls fixed end to end with each ball covered in short, prickly horsehair. Small, sharp wires were interspersed among the short hair, and at the tip were several gleaming, pointy spikes. It was the stuff of nightmares. Every girl that Catherine had interviewed who had experienced The Punisher described it as the worst pain imaginable.

Catherine's desperation increased as Lynne walked around behind her and grab ahold of her wriggling hips. Catherine was frantic as she felt the tip of insidious dildo press through the slit of her school panties, brushing aside the spiked interior of her clothing.

\"This might hurt a bit, darling,\" Lynne warned, then slammed her hips forward with all her strength...

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