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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 3
Date Monday 18th October 21.20
Catherine was by now standing, as best she could, underneath the beam in the living room bent forward at the waist, her arms drawn up behind her in a single sleeve tied to the beam. As promised, she was the one this time dressed as the kinky schoolgirl, the short black rubber box-pleat skirt she wore doing nothing to preserve her modesty, just as it had done nothing to hide Lynne's four years before.
Under the skirt, which was so short it had ridden up to her back in her bent over position, Catherine wore a bizarre black panty-girdle which had been part of Group XS' school uniform. She and Lynne had chosen it because it was the least painful of the Group's school underwear and this one was at least in a reasonable size; the Group seemed to revel in squeezing girls into impossibly tight lingerie. The girdle was a fabulous design of leather, rubber and stretch satin and fitted very snugly. This one, at least, didn't have the plethora of spikes which many of the other ones had, instead having a split crotch with just a few spikes on the inside.
Catherine and Lynne had reasoned that this pair were designed to have some kind of double dildo strap worn with them but, for their purposes, were risqué enough as they were. The spikes added a certain thrill without too much pain. Both girls had decided that they enjoyed some of the feelings of helplessness, enjoyed the vulnerability it evoked, but really didn't enjoy the pain with which Group XS was associated.
With black seamed stockings hanging from the garters on the girdle, Catherine looked every bit the naughty schoolgirl. She certainly couldn't argue with Lynne as she now wore the hood, thank God without any re-breathing device! Inside the stifling leather prison Catherine was able to imagine what it must have been like for the captives of Group XS. She and Lynne had realised that reliving their experiences, experiences they had both shared during the court case, added a certain frissons to their “kinky” sex life provided they didn't try any of the more extreme methods employed by Group XS.
After the case was over, Catherine had brought back to her apartment much of what she thought was the softer equipment from the trial evidence for she and Lynne to experiment with. They had quickly learned that much of the bondage equipment was OK as, unlike Group XS, they didn't use it for very long. For Catherine now, fifteen minutes in the hood would be bearable but scary… the girls found at Group XS' farm had told tales of wearing the hoods for days at a time – even with the re-breather attached!
As Catherine felt Lynne start to probe her with the strap-on, she wondered what it would have been like for the girls to have been probed with the massive dildos Mistress XS and the other women, Dr Zorhof included, had used in Group XS. A quick foray through the available dildos from the evidence box had sent Catherine and Lynne scurrying to their local sex store for something a little more manageable and comfortable!
As Lynne buried herself deeply inside her, Catherine felt the few pricklers on the girdle rub against her swollen labia, not an wholly unpleasant sensation when caused by your lover, but the girls in the trial would have felt the sensation magnified a hundred times over as they were raped and sodomised by the Group members. As Catherine worked back and forth against Lynne's thrusting loins, images of the girls came into her mind, innocent young girls who had probably been raped whilst wearing this very hood, these very panties and even this very skirt.
The faces of Beth, Emily, Hannah and Katie flashed through Catherine's mind and she felt herself lurching toward orgasm. In her mind she was all of those girls, helpless torture victims of the wicked Mistress who was fucking her while she was bound.
Of course Catherine realised the reality for those four was far from her fantasy. The reality was that they probably had nightmares each and every day of their lives. Kidnapped by Group XS for their perverted sexual pleasure the four had been subjected to every conceivable torture, humiliation and degradation ahead of their dramatic rescue. Truth be known, they were the lucky ones. Catherine had no idea how many girls passed through the dreadful farmhouse only to be spat out a few months later as beaten and broken bodies, no longer of any interest to the Group who would replace them with fresher, more exciting meat.
Catherine had never found out, despite endless questioning of Dr Zorhof and Dr Saavik and extensive searches of the farmhouse how many girls had gone before the four they rescued; neither had she found out what had happened to those who had gone before. The nearest they ever got to finding out was a threat made by Dr Saavik to one of the girls, that she might soon find herself travelling South of the border in a packing case to “El Casa del Dolor”, literally “The House of Pain”. He had told her that “El Casa del Dolor” was a place from which she would not return and could expect to live out a brief existence fulfilling the fantasies of sick sadists who paid would pay for her services. Catherine had never been able to see how this varied from being a victim of Group XS, but reckoned there must be a difference in the mind of Dr Saavik, the sick, perverted sadist.
As Catherine felt herself being pushed over the edge, her whole being caught up in the overpowering orgasm which swept over her, she had a fleeting image of Dr Zorhof standing behind her and fucking her trussed and obscenely displayed body. This image tipped Catherine over the edge and she tried to scream her passion into the over-sized gag which invaded her mouth.
Slumping against her bonds, Catherine didn't have to communicate to Lynne that she needed to be released now. They both knew that the prospect of staying bound in the hood, or any of the other bondage gear for that matter, for any second longer than was necessary to bring the fantasy play to fruition was more than they wished to bear. Lynne quickly released Catherine, focusing first on the heavy, hot and stifling hood.
As the hood fell to the ground, the leather now showing dark stains on the inside from Catherine's sweat, stains on the inside which mingled with older stains from unseen wearers and stains on the outside which told of people having most probably spilled semen and urine over the hood in different guises of sadistic passion.
Released from her bonds, Catherine lay in Lynne's arms and held her close. “Oh God! That was fantastic!” She whispered. “It scares the shit out of me to be so helpless, but knowing it's you doing those things to me just makes it perfect… God forbid we should ever find ourselves in the hands of a real Group XS!”
Lynne agreed with her and held Catherine more close, revelling in the smell of sex, the perspiration and the warmth of her lover. Very soon they were both asleep, dreaming of sunshine and perverted sex…
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