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Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy which contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence, rape, non-consensual imprisonment, watersports and torture. It is definitely NOT for anyone under 21 or anyone who is offended by such material. This story is fictional and any resemblance to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental.
The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.
Group XS
By "Dr
Saavik"
Chapter 29
Date Tuesday 26th
October 01.50
Lynne had lost track of time.
The same could not be said for Catherine who
was busy counting the seconds as she immersed her head in the bucket yet again
in her continued attempts to prevent her collar from drying too much and
strangling her.
On the screen she still had Kelly and Elissa
to watch, now almost at the end of their journey and presumably counting every
second as if it was an hour. Certainly
Elissa’s gait had become more erratic as the pain in her feet grew to epic
proportions.
But for Lynne life suddenly felt both
different and better.
She’d had her nice hot shower, spent time
doing her hair and make-up and now sat with Dr Saavik enjoying a bottle of
claret and a steak supper.
She’d had to earn these privileges, of
course, by torturing the bound figure of Jana on the chair next to her. Saavik had produced a transformer of some
kind from which he’d attached wires which trailed to different parts of Jana’s
body. With goading from Saavik, Lynne
had earned the privileges she now enjoyed by sending shock after shock through
the terrified girl, the current and the duration increasing with each new privilege.
Lynne had surprised herself by being able to
not only detach herself from the torture, but also enjoy the sense of power and
sexual excitement it gave her.
Having returned from her shower she’d found
fresh clothes waiting for her which included new underwear and a
dominatrix-style leather suit with matching boots which she now wore while they
ate their supper.
There was no clock in the room and in the
Group’s dungeons it was virtually impossible to measure time – all Lynne knew
was that she didn’t really have a clue how long she had been with Saavik.
In truth, the reason Lynne was so confused
about time was that she’d spent almost 2 hours after she had come out of the
shower under hypnosis. During that time
Saavik had explored the recesses of her mind, her childhood, her feelings for
Catherine and her secret sexual urges.
He’d made copious notes as Lynne revealed her inner self and begun the
suggestion process that would draw out her deeper, darker side.
Although he still had much work to do,
Saavik was pleased.
Pleased that Lynne was everything he had
hoped for, capable of being manipulated and, most importantly, capable of the
most extreme excesses. She didn’t know
it, but as they sat eating their meal, Saavik’s smile was less of friendship
and more of self-satisfaction.
“So, tell me,” he said, putting down his
knife and fork, “what would you like to do with these two now?” He nodded towards Jana and Alexandra who were
both in cages on the far side of the room.
The naked Jana was curled up in the tight
space, apparently still semi-comatose from her electrifying ordeal at Lynne’s
hands, while Alexandra, who had been shut in her cage once she had served their
food, peered pensively out through the bars from behind her hood.
Lynne paused for a moment while she
collected her thoughts. She was
surprised how definite and clear her desires were as far as these two were
concerned; but then she know that the thoughts which were coming to her had
been planted in her mind an hour or so before by her questioner.
She couldn’t resist stroking herself through
the leather of her dominatrix suit as she replied, experiencing an almost
electric rush as she savoured the feel of the soft leather. “Poor Jana has probably suffered enough,” she
began, “but then…” she paused and smiled at Dr Saavik, “I think the philosophy
here is that no one can ever suffer too much!”
She continued, her mind racing back to the
court case involving this surprisingly charming man and the testimonies which
had both drawn she and Catherine together and made her sopping wet as she wrote
them. She had been too embarrassed to
admit to Catherine that she was spellbound by the idea of forcing a girl into
leather bodybag and putting her inside a tiny wooden box.
She and Catherine had tried both of them,
albeit never the two together, and she herself had a
similar experience when she had been transported to Group XS. Somehow, even after her own bitter
experience, she recalled the thrill of putting Catherine in the box those years
ago and her disappointment when Catherine had panicked. For those brief few minutes she had loved the
sense of power which had come from knowing that she completely controlled the
destiny of another girl.
Now that she was sitting with Dr Saavik it
somehow seemed completely natural to want to act out the scene she had recently
experienced and had been so graphically described by Hannah Firman in
Court. She particularly remembered
Hannah describing how she had longed for release, her hopes raised when the box
was opened by her tormentors who would sometimes take her out, but, more often
than not, let her think she was on the verge of release only to dash her hopes
by shutting her back inside!
In fact, as she thought of it now, Lynne
realised her panties, fresh on a short while ago, were now sodden! She shuddered as she explained what she
wanted to do with Jana to Dr Saavik, particularly taking delight in the
prospect of opening the box tomorrow morning and then, after letting Jana think
she was about to be released, shutting her back in for the rest of the day.
Little did Lynne realise that Saavik’s
delight at her desire had less to do with the idea itself and more to do with
her near perfect recount of the auto-suggestion he had made when she was under
hypnosis!
He lifted his glass and said through his
beaming smile, “What a wonderful idea – why don’t we drink to that!” Having both toasted the demise of poor Jana,
he put his glass down and said, “Now, how about Alexandra, what do you want to
do with her?”
Lynne glanced across at the frightened eyes
peering at her from behind the hood and took delight at the ridiculous smile
which the gag she now wore again portrayed – such a wonderful contrast with the
true feelings of the miserable girl.
Now in her stride, Lynne’s eyes focused on
the implements which lined the walls of Saavik’s private chambers; the whips,
paddles, canes, straps and other paraphernalia of torture. “I don’t know,” she said coyly, “perhaps we
could just give her a bit of a spanking?”
Her eyes locked onto a pair of “Vampire Gloves,” leather gloves peppered
with short, sharp, spikes on the palms.
“Yes, a bit of a spanking to ‘warm her up’ before we move onto the other
implements you have here!”
She paused again, another auto-suggested
image snapping into focus in her mind, “Then I’d like to take her to bed and
experience that tongue of hers while I explore the welts and bruises!”
Saavik clapped his hands together, a sign
Lynne took of approval, in truth a sign of his delight that she had absorbed
every word of the suggestions he had made to her under hypnosis. She was proving to be an exemplary subject!
Date Tuesday 26th
October 02.30
While Lynne was acting out her fantasies on
Jana and Alexandra, Catherine was in her own private Hell.
Once again she had her head immersed in the
bucket of piss as she counted steadfastly to 50 in an effort to keep her collar
wet enough to prevent it strangling her.
Conscious that once again she would be breathing, tasting and feeling
the noxious consequences of this act, her spirits were so low she had even
wondered whether she should simply let the collar do its worst.
Only the images she had been watching on the
screen and the thought that Lynne was suffering something equally as horrible
made her immerse her head. She knew that
Lynne was relying on her to save her.
Had she been able to see Lynne with Dr
Saavik, Jana and Alexandra at that point she might, of course, have thought
otherwise; but she couldn’t see them. Instead she’d watched the baleful journey
of the two rubber-clad girls as they went round and round the corridors.
That journey had stopped now and, after
staring at an empty corridor for maybe 40 minutes the camera had been moved
along the now deserted corridor and stationed outside a door with the words
“Principal’s Office” emblazoned across it.
Despite the early hour of the morning,
Catherine was not the least surprised when she pulled her head out of the
bucket to find the door now open and Mistress XS staring straight back at her.
“Hello Catherine!” She exclaimed with apparent enthusiasm. “I thought you might be a little bored
waiting for your mysterious Mistress Severity to arrive, and figured you’d enjoy
a little visit to the School Room to help pass the time!” She glanced at her watch. “You’ve only got a little over 16 hours until
she arrives, I’m sure the time will pass in what seems like an instant!”
“I do hope your Mistress Severity is on
time, I’m afraid I don’t know much about her so can’t vouch for her
punctuality. We found her through the
Court records, you see, it seems she was involved in making a D/s movie of some
kind which went a little awry.” She
chuckled.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you’ll be in
safe hands.” She paused and
reflected. “But then I imagine that’s
what they said to the poor girl she made that movie with! I know she was in a bad way after Mistress
Severity had finished with her, but don’t worry I think she’s better now, at
least I know she was out of hospital after a couple of months and has just a
few scars to show for her experience!”
She seemed to go into a reverie for a few moments before speaking again.
“I imagine she still has the odd nightmare
or two, but who wouldn’t after spending that long with a psychotic sadist – at
least that’s what Dr Saavik told me she is.”
“Anyway, back to our own little
entertainment. In case you hadn’t
guessed, this is the School Room.”
Catherine had guessed. It hadn’t been difficult after staring at the
words on the door for 40 minutes and then seeing Mistress XS emerge wearing a
rubber gown with a mortarboard perched on her head! Certainly the rest of her outfit was less
traditional.
Under the gown she appeared to be wearing a
pair of shiny black rubber shorts with a white rubber blouse on top. From under her shorts black suspenders
emerged to hold up her transparent rubber stockings and on her feet she a pair
of patent leather stilettos.
Menacingly, in her right hand, she held a
heavy rattan cane which she tapped periodically against her right leg.
“I’m sure you’ll understand just how popular
this section is with our members!” She said as she led the camera into the
office. Inside the office, Catherine was immediately struck by the sight of
four other people in the room. Three
were naked girls, each bent forward at the waist, with arms held in leather
single gloves behind them. A chain ran
from the tip of each single glove up to the ceiling, cruelly twisting the
girls’ shoulders and forcing them to bend forward and stare at the ground where
they could look at their feet held wide apart by metal spreader bars.
The fourth person was a thick set woman in
her mid thirties wearing tight brown leather trousers, a matching leather bra
and brown boots. She had dark hair cut
in a simple bob and a square-jawed, not unattractive, face. Her right hand was
encased in heavy black leather glove.
Catherine found her eyes drawn to the three
girls’ upturned bottoms which were faced directly towards the camera. It would have been an understatement to say
they had been beaten… she was staring at three asses which bore more of a
resemblance to pieces of raw steak than flesh!
From their thighs to their waists, the girls
had been beaten with whips, canes and God alone knew what until their smooth
flesh was a mass of interwoven wheals, ridges, bruises and sores! In a number of places the skin had been
broken and there were little rivulets of blood snaking down to their thighs,
added to which, as Catherine saw when the camera focused more closely on the
asses, they were covered with little pinpricks, many of which were also welling
tiny spots of blood.
“I’d like you to meet Olga.” Mistress XS intoned. “She looks after
discipline here in the School…”
The woman with the dark hair smiled at the
camera. “Hello, Caztharine.” She said,
her voice carrying a suggestion of a German accent.
“These three failed an exam Olga gave them a
few days ago, so they’re being punished.” Mistress XS continued. Turning to Olga, she said. “What was the exam again, Olga?”
Olga smiled in response. “It was an essay I ask them to write,” she
said, “entitled ‘What I’d like Mistress Severity to do to me, by Catherine
Grace,’ none of them came up with cruel enough tortures.” When she said ‘them’ it came out as ‘zhem.’
Mistress XS clapped her hands with glee,
“That’s right! I thought you’d
appreciate that, Catherine. We’ve had
the whole class write a list, on your behalf, of special requests to Mistress
Severity!” She pouted at the
camera. “Some of them were awfully
inventive, and the best ones we’ve had put together in a letter to Mistress
Severity which is on your desk right now!”
She turned to the three girls beside
her. “But these three fell well below
the standard we expected of them. Would
you believe they just wanted Mistress Severity to tie you up and whip you, I
ask you!” She became more serious. “But some of them did really well; in fact,
it was one of them who came up with the predicament you’re in now! As a special reward we let her try it out
before we tried it on your sister!”
Olga interrupted Mistress XS. “She now trying out
one of her other suggestion that Catherine be put inside a wet rawhide bodybag
for 24 hours!”
“Thank you Olga,” Mistress XS said, picking
up on the thread, “that’s right. Of
course it’s not as original an idea as your current predicament, but
nevertheless we let her try it out.” She
winked at Catherine. “Of course, we
thought 24 hours was a bit lenient, so made it 72 for her as a reward. I’m sure you’ll appreciate in your current
position, just how much rawhide shrinks when it dries. Can you imagine what it’s like in a whole
suit as tight as your hood?”
Catherine shuddered to think. Even with her hood still damp from the last
dunking, she was only too well aware just how tight the poor girl must be in a
whole suit of the stuff. As she thought
about it, Catherine was aware of the pressure on her head, the pain caused by
something as simple as the seams on the panties covering her head being pressed
into her flesh, and shuddered.
Mistress XS turned back to Olga. “I don’t suppose you followed her suggestion
that you could also make a pair of spiked punishment panties and a bra from
rawhide as well?”
If anything, Olga blushed as she
replied. “She make
them herself in craft class! Of course,
we not tell them they for her – she think they for Catherine so they probably a
bit small for her before they dry! I
also suggest she make some broad kidskin belts with spikes on the inside. We use those to fix her good and tight before
she go in the bodybag!”
“Oh, well done Olga!” Mistress XS said with glee. “We must take Catherine to see her in a
minute, I’m sure she’d like that! But
tell me,” she said, focusing intently on Olga, “what did you do about gagging
her and stopping her fouling the suit?”
“Well, Mistress XS, “Olga began, obviously
proud of herself, “you know the girl, she make suggestion of dirty panties for
Catherine as gag and over head in kidskin?
We do same for her, suit have a gag we can remove so we take out old
pair of panties, feed her and put back in nice new pair of panties for her to
taste!” Olga blushed again. “She have pair of my
panties in mouth right now – I wear them for two days, all day and all night,
just so she have something nice to chew on!”
Catherine watched as Olga bent forward and
thrust her ass out as she said this. The
leather of her trousers was so tight she could see the panty line of some large
panties stretched across the fulsome rump.
They’d pack your mouth pretty full, Catherine thought to herself.
“Your devotion to duty is commendable,
Olga.” Mistress XS said dryly.
“Then we have 2 tubes which run between her
legs, they take waste so she no soil suit.
Is clever, no? And we collect
waste in bucket and mix it back in with her and other girl’s dinners; it nice
to share, I think?”
“So,” Mistress XS said, snapping back to the
task in hand, “we just have these three to finish with and then, I think we can
turn in for the night.” Smiling at
Catherine she said. “Of course, you
might not to be able to get much sleep Catherine. It’s such a shame, given the day you have
ahead.”
With that she stepped back and brought her
cane firmly up between the legs of the girl nearest her. There was an agonised wail from the girl who
bucked in her bonds.
On the right hand end of the line, Olga held
up her right hand briefly, enabling Catherine to see the dozens of little
spikes on the palm, before bringing it crashing down into the girl’s right ass
cheek.
Date Tuesday 26th
October 02.49
As Catherine was witnessing Olga’s attack on
the girl’s rump with the spiked glove, Lynne, by coincidence, was using the
exact same thing on poor Alexandra.
“I just love this vampire glove!” She said to Saavik for the third or fourth
time that evening. “It just makes you
feel so wonderfully in control!”
“I knew you’d like it.” He said from the
comfort of his chair. Somehow, something
in his eyes suggested he knew a lot about Lynne.
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