Group XS

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

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

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Group XS

By "Dr Saavik"

Chapter 1

 Date Monday 18 th October 19.00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At this point Catherine burst out laughing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hannah, Hannah Firman.” Lynne prompted.

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

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

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

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

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

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