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Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy which contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence, rape, non-consensual imprisonment, scatology and torture. It is definitely NOT for anyone under 21 or anyone who is offended by such material. This story is fictional and any resemblance to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental.
The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.
Group XS
By "Dr
Saavik"
Chapter 27
Date Monday 25th
October 19.30
While Catherine was suffering in her
terrible ordeal, Mistress XS had been as good as her word and had Lynne taken
off the dreadful horse.
At first Lynne had been petrified that her
painful predicament was to be replaced with yet another, especially when Dr
Saavik came to collect her and led her to his private apartment.
Her fears were far from assuaged as he ushered
her into the apartment and she found herself in a room which not only boasted a
large four-posted bed, but also was adorned with more of the now familiar
bondage and torture equipment.
It was a spacious room and, judging by the
doors leading off on the far side and to her left, appeared to be just part of
a larger suite. Saavik smiled as he saw
the look of horror on Lynne’s face as she took in the whips and chains hanging
from the walls and the plethora of leather bondage gear.
“I hope you like my room.” He said, “I find it so much nicer than the
austere prison cell Catherine made me occupy.”
He stepped past Lynne and walked across to a heavy wooden table set a
few feet from the foot of the bed.
“Please, come!” He said.
“I’d like you to sit down so we can have a little chat…”
As she crossed the room, Lynne couldn’t help
but notice the number of trap doors set in the stone floor and she shuddered at
the prospect of the horrors which lay beneath.
She also couldn’t help but take fright at the wooden packing case, what
looked like an Egyptian sarcophagus, a couple of cages – one tall and narrow;
the other small and cubic – and another table which looked like a rack.
The table Saavik led her to had a pile of
clothing, complete with nice comfortable patent court shoes on top, and three
chairs around it – two
upright armchairs and a third which looked like it came from the
Torquemada. Lynne hesitated as she saw
the chair, it was an upright armchair, just like the other two, but this one
was covered with hundreds of upward-facing nails!
The seat, the arms, the back and even a
footrest were covered in the nails and worn leather straps hanging off it
suggested the chair had seen hours of use.
Seeing Lynne’s hesitation, Saavik said “It’s
your choice. You can put on these
clothes and sit in the comfortable chair or, if you prefer, you can stay as you
are and sit in the spiked chair!”
Although she knew there would be a catch,
Lynne didn’t hesitate in replying “I’d like the clothes and that chair please.”
“Good!”
Saavik beamed. “I was hoping
you’d say that!” He pushed the clothes
toward the naked girl and looked on benignly as she began to dress.
When she had finished Lynne found herself
dressed comfortably for the first time since her arrival at Group XS’ dungeons
– she wore comfortable black satin lingerie, stockings and a simple black
dress. The court shoes were the right
size and were a comfortable height after some of the shoes she had been made to
wear.
“That’s much better!” Saavik enthused. “If you’d like, I can let you have a nice hot
shower, a chance to do your hair and some make-up.” Lynne hung on his every word. There was nothing she’d like more than to
feel clean and look presentable again; she felt so soiled after all that had been
done to her she longed for nothing more than the chance to purge herself clean.
She nodded, not daring to believe he would
deliver.
“Well, let’s have a cup of tea first, and
then we can work out the arrangements.”
He said, leaning over to the wall beside him and pressing a button.
Within moments the door which had been on
Lynne’s left as the entered opened and a girl dressed as a French maid
entered. She watched in fascination as
the girl teetered across the room on the tips of her ridiculously high shoes,
taking the tiniest of steps thanks to the 6” chain joining her fetters.
Aside from the girl’s caricature of a maid’s
outfit - a shiny black rubber dress which failed to cover her pussy, white
rubber panties covered with frills, seamed black rubber stockings held up by
suspenders, and a token white rubber apron and cap – it was the girl’s face
which held Lynne’s attention. Her head
was encased in a tight black rubber hood which had pouting red lips and large cartoon-like
eyes in white and black where her mouth and eyes were covered by the hood; it
made her look like an obscene rubber doll!
Saavik studied Lynne’s reaction as the girl
approached and curtseyed in front of them, lifting the hem of her skirt as best
she could with hands encased immovably in black rubber gloves and chained to a
belt round her midriff.
A memory stirred in the back of Lynne’s
mind. She recalled an account given by
Tania of her time with Saavik in
Saavik’s eyes were on Lynne intently as
she studied the girl. “Let me introduce
Alexandra.” He said softly. “She’s the daughter of a friend of mine in
“Later on I’m sure she’ll let you use her if
you’d like – of course I only know from a male perspective, but she’s very good
with her mouth and there are some toy’s you might enjoy here as well.” He pointed to a section of wall where a
variety of gags for the hood Alexandra wore were hanging – all with the same
red-lipped pout on the outside – and underneath these Lynne focused on a series
of strap-ons.
She felt a strange feeling as she studied these, her eyes falling on the
largest, a gargantuan cock which was reminiscent of the feared “punisher” and
for a moment didn’t recognise it.
Then she felt herself blush as she felt a
dribble of fluid between her legs!
Saavik not only saw the blush, but also
noted how her right hand shot between her legs as she hurriedly crossed
them. He was pleased. ‘This is going to work!’ he thought to
himself. Out loud he said “Alexandra –
we’d like two teas please.” Just before
she tiptoed out of the room he reached up and unclipped her mouth covering and
extracted a large rubber plug.
Underneath the covering she still wore the same pout; only this time she
was free to talk and, or so Lynne guessed, request the tea.
“Now.”
Saavik continued, turning to Lynne. “We need to think about that shower
and so on.” He paused as if considering
a weighty problem. “You see, I have a
problem. We have an empty seat at the
table and I need either you, or someone else, to be sitting in it.”
Lynne stiffened.
“Is it going to be you, or should we find
someone else?”
Lynne couldn’t look Saavik in the eye as she
said softly, “Please not me: someone else.”
“If you go through that door there,” he
replied, pointing to the door through which Alexandra had come, “you’ll find
Jana – Alexandra’s sister. Why don’t you
go and fetch her and she can join us at the table?”
Feeling a knot in her stomach – she wasn’t
sure whether it was fear or excitement – Lynne got to her feet and walked
across to the door. Swinging it open she
found herself in a room not dissimilar to the one she had left. This one had no bed, but otherwise it was
obviously intended for torture and had a variety of different devices scattered
throughout. She didn’t need to look far
to find Jana.
She was standing bolt upright and naked in
the centre of the room.
It was immediately obvious to Lynne why she
stood so upright. From above her head a
taut length of chain ran down to her breasts where it split to form an inverted
Y. Each end of the chain ended in a hook
which had been pulled through her breasts behind the nipples.
The chain ran up to the ceiling, through a
pulley and back down to her mouth! Of
course, Jana could have opened her mouth and let the chain go, at least then
she would have been able to relax her upright position, had it not been for the
large weight hanging off the chain where it split into a Y…
If she let go of the chain she’d find
herself with a 10lb weight tugging at her tits!
She couldn’t reach the chain with her hands
– they were cuffed behind her back – and she couldn’t crouch down to relieve the
weight on her tits because a collar around her neck had a leash coming from
which was fixed to a ring in the ceiling above her.
Lynne had no idea how long the girl had been
standing there, and she was surprised to find that she didn’t really care. The warm feeling she had felt on seeing
Alexandra and the strap-on had returned and she realised she was turned on by
the girl’s plight. For a fleeting moment
she pictured Catherine standing there…
As she released Jana she saw a camera above
her head, one of those cameras which could swivel through 360°, and on the wall
in front of Jana there was an outline of a girl painted in white – rather like
they draw around bodies at murder scenes – with her legs spread and her arms
held either side of her body. Just to
confirm Lynne’s suspicions, there were two dildos erupting from the wall where
her hands would be – dildos which would fit through the gloved hands, and a
wedge which fitted between the legs.
With a rush of excitement Lynne realised that Alexandra had spent her
time watching her sister’s predicament, her hands over two dildos and her
crotch pressed against the wedge, her feet spread wide so they fitted into the
space marked on the wall and floor; wholly able to move but restrained by the
threat of punishment if she was observed by the camera!
The rush of excitement was the realisation
that Saavik had complete control of the two girls and that Alexandra could have
gone to her sister’s aid had it not been for the fear he had invoked in her.
Enjoying her new-found sense of control for
the first time since she had been with Catherine, Lynne returned to Saavik
trailing Jana on the end of a leash.
“Ahh!
Jana – how nice of you to join us!” Saavik said as they came back into the
room. “Please – take a seat.” He said, pointing to the viciously spike
chair. Jana pulled back at the sight of
the chair and Saavik said “Lynne, if you would, please – see that our guest is
sitting, err, comfortably!”
As Lynne guided the reluctant Jana to the
seat, she saw that Saavik had fitted a metal butt plug which glistened with
lubricant to the seat while she had been out of the room. Inwardly she admired the deviousness of this
– once Jana was impaled on the plug she wouldn’t be able to raise herself from
the seat without pulling against the dull wide edge of the plug.
What she didn’t realise was that the plug
could be adjusted to literally pull the hapless victim down onto the seat –
just another nice twist of the devious design!
“Please!”
Jana said as Lynne lowered her onto the seat.
Lynne hesitated.
“Your choice – either she sits or you
sit.” Came Saavik’s dulcet tones.
Lynne didn’t hesitate – the prospect of a
shower, washing her hair and having make-up was too great. She firmly guided Jana over the plug and
pushed her down.
“Ahhhhhh!” Came the initial cry from the
girl as the plug invaded her anus, forcing her puckered ring wider than it
wanted to stretch, the weight of her body and the pressure from Lynne forcing
her tender skin to stretch more than it wanted. The cry turned momentarily into
a soft “Ohhh!” as her ass swallowed the plug and
closed around the stem of the plug.
Unfortunately her relief was only momentary.
As soon as she had engulfed the plug her
weight fell onto the upturned spikes and she found herself screaming with
renewed vigour. “Ahhhhhhhh! Ehhhhhh! Oh
God! No!” She screamed as her weight came to rest on
300 upturned spikes. Her cries exacerbated
as she tried to push up by placing her hands on the arms where more spikes
pressed against her palms and the dull face of the plug worked against the
inner ring of her anus.
“Nooooooooooooooooo!”
She screamed.
Lynne found herself
able to ignore the screams, and began to fix the straps around the girl’s arms,
her torso and over her lap. In a short
space of time she had Jana secured.
Sitting back down she was able to absorb the
pleasure of Jana’s pain – it was like she and Saavik were watching a specimen
under a microscope: watching yet detached from the reality.
“I don’t know about you,” Saavik said,
getting up from the table, “but I don’t want to listen to her wailing. Lynne offered no reply; her mind was focused
on the girl.
She realised that Jana was quite beautiful;
or maybe it was that her agony made her more beautiful… on reflection she
wasn’t sure. She was probably only 19 or
20, was an almost platinum blonde with a thin face contorted with pain and had
ample, if not huge, breasts. Lynne
focused on the two red spots on each breast where the hooks had been while she
guessed that they were probably a C or a D cup.
Saavik threw a gag on the table in front of
Lynne; a large leather pear-shaped gag sitting amidst a tangle of leather
straps. “Here. You put it on her.” He said.
Lynne picked up the gag by the straps and
stood in front of the girl, relishing the feeling of power as she pushed the
gag home and fascinated by just how hard it was to work the overly-large
stuffed leather bag into her mouth. She
knew from bitter experience that the leather bag would not only fill the girl’s
mouth, pressing against the back of her throat and threatening to choke her,
but also expand as she involuntarily bit down on it.
Somehow, when it came to forcing the gag
into someone else’s mouth, Lynne found the prospect exciting.
Date Monday 25th
October 20.35
If Lynne was finding the gagging of another
girl exciting, the same could not be said for Catherine.
Catherine had been staring at the video
screen in front of her for well over an hour before she felt the first
tell-tale signs that the hood was drying out.
All that time she had felt the steady drip of her own urine trickling
down her throat and her senses had been overwhelmed by the pungent smell and
taste of the foul concoction in which her gag, hood and the panties over her
head had been soaked.
At first she began to feel an easing of her
breathing as the four gussets which covered her nose began to dry. Initially she thought nothing of it, but then
she began to feel the hood becoming tighter.
It was an eerie sensation, unable to touch
the hood, unable to release herself, alone in her dungeonesque apartment, with
the hood slowly tightening around her head.
In fact, it began to tighten to the point where it moved from being
unpleasant to the point where it was thoroughly painful; you see, as it
tightened, the hood began to press the seams of the panties into her flesh and
flatten her ears, nose and cheeks which had the added effect of making her gag
seem even larger.
Once she became aware of the tightening
hood, Catherine also became aware of her breathing again. This time it wasn’t the difficulty of
breathing through the urine soaked panties, rather it was the constriction she
was feeling around her throat.
She took her eyes off the screen and glanced
down at the bucket, realising, however unpalatable the idea seemed, it was her
only salvation.
Remembering her sister’s plight, she lowered
herself gently onto her haunches, feeling the braided wire harness between her
legs and around her breasts slide menacingly and begin
to tighten at the base of her tits.
As she rested her weight on her calves,
Catherine realised just how insidious this torture was; the wire bit painfully
into the crease of her ass and she could feel her tits swelling into ripe
melons underneath the rubber. At the same
time her arms had risen up behind her and she was forced to lean forward to
avoid practically dislocating her shoulders; which in turn made her stick her
ass up and topple forward ungracefully.
She fell so sharply she wasn’t fully
prepared for her head to be immersed in the bucket and Catherine breathed in
some of the stale liquid. She had to
pull herself back up from the bucket by yanking on her tearing shoulder muscles
and embedding the thin cable still further into her tortured flesh.
Spluttering and snorting through her nose,
Catherine braced herself to do the same again, only this time she was conscious
that she needed to get her head further into the bucket and take a deep breath
first.
She plunged her head back into the bucket of
foul liquid, pushing downwards so the top of her head rested on the bottom of
the bucket. As she did so the liquid displaced
by her head flowed over the rim of the inner bucket into the gap around the
edge. Effectively, none of the liquid
was lost; only that which soaked into her hood and collar.
She tried to count slowly, remembering
Mistress XS’ advice that she’d need to soak the collar for between 5 and 10
minutes every hour. She managed to count
to 50 before she her lungs started to scream for air and she burst back up from
her immersion. Had her nostrils been
uncovered, she would have been able to take a deep lungful of breath; sadly
they were covered in the now sodden gussets of four pairs of panties…
Catherine inhaled a damp mixture of air and
stale piss.
She tried to cough and ended up snorting
deeply as her body simultaneously tried to expel the dampness from her lungs
and get precious air inside her. As she desperately struggled with her
predicament she realised the collar was still just as tight around her neck…
When at last she had recovered her
equilibrium she knew she had no alternative but to repeat the process. With a glance at the screen in front of her,
upon which a rubber ponygirl was towing her hapless
rider along a corridor, she plunged her head back into the bucket.
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