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 6

Date Tuesday 19th October 09.35

Even as Lynne was climbing gingerly into the pin sack, Catherine was sitting in Court waiting for the Judge to arrive. She was sitting behind a table on the left of the Court, just in front of the witness box, and had her papers spread out in front of her.

For Catherine this was a relatively easy case. The girl she was prosecuting had a history of being picked up for prostitution and, even by the tender age of 19, had already served time in a young offender's institute and three months in prison. Catherine's job was to try and convince the Judge that Kelly Brown deserved another custodial sentence and that if 3 months hadn't been long enough the last time, then she ought to be put away for longer.

The fact that Kelly had been picked up in an undercover operation only served to make her job easier. The only fly in ointment, as far as Catherine was concerned, was that Kelly had Lisa Shaw, a dynamic young lawyer from Prendergast & Summerfield, one of the better practices in town, defending her. Catherine cast a glance over to the woman seated behind the table on her right and had to admit to herself she looked impressive.

Still only about 30 years old, Lisa had a figure which looked like it came from Baywatch! Her ample breasts were proudly displayed as they strained against her thin white blouse which was open just enough to show her cleavage. Her powder blue suit made Catherine's grey one look both dowdy and cheap, and Catherine could tell at a glance that the shoes on the end of her slender stockinged legs probably cost more than she earned in a month!

As Catherine studied the woman's fine features in profile and her beautifully coiffured auburn hair, Catherine felt a pang of jealousy. She might be no bad looker herself, she thought, but Miss bloody Shaw was an absolute stunner. Just as she thought this, Lisa Shaw turned and caught Catherine's look. Her superficial smile didn't fool Catherine and Catherine found herself looking quickly away and back down to her papers.

‘Please God may it be a woman Judge', Catherine thought to herself, just as the Officer of the Court said, “The Court will rise! Judge Kellerman presiding.”

Catherine's heart sank as she watched the tall, grey haired Judge enter the Court. The Judge had a reputation as a womaniser and Catherine had never found him easy to deal with; she realised with a sense of irony that it was Judge Kellerman who had sold the ticket to Lynne and given her paid leave of absence.

When the defendant was brought in, Catherine's jaw dropped in surprise. She was tall and slender with a figure which would not have been out of place on the catwalk! But it was not that which had surprised Catherine, it was her choice of outfit for a Court appearance. She was wearing a tight black rubber dress which hugged every inch of her figure! The dress showed off her well-rounded rump to perfection and, Catherine could see at a glance, was so smooth and shiny she was obviously not wearing anything underneath!

From Catherine's experience with rubber, Kelly Brown must have spent a few minutes ahead of being called buffing the dress with silicone spray to get it looking so good!

Just as Catherine was staring at the gleaming rubber clad rump of Miss Brown, Lynne was staring at the rubber clad rump of Mistress XS.

Lynne had eventually worked her way into the bag, finding that there were two legs inside as well as the two sleeves and that not a single inch of the inside was designed to give her respite from the pins. Lynne had had to work her legs into the bag and squeeze her feet into the single pointed foot part, which forced her feet into a ballet-style enpointe position and tighten the lacing over her feet before she was able to get further into the suit. This had not been easy in itself, the fit of the legs and the friction caused by the pins, meant it had felt to Lynne, even before anything was tightened, like she was trying to slip on a pair of pantyhose made from sandpaper!

Only once Lynne had fastened the lowest strap around her ankles and lain back in the suit, inserting her arms down the internal sleeves which ran straight down her sides in the process, did Mistress XS move from her seat. It wasn't that she was scared of Catherine, she had no need with her accomplices around and the Tazer in her hand, but she was simply relaxing, sipping champagne and enjoying the spectacle. Putting her glass down she approached Lynne and patiently tightened the zip up the front in one swift move, effectively imprisoning Lynne, before starting on the lacing. Working up the criss-cross of laces several times, Mistress XS eventually tied them off before starting with the straps.

Lynne felt like she was in a straightjacket, a very prickly and uncomfortable one at that, which fitted her from head to toe. As Mistress XS tightened first the lacing and then the straps, she realised that she could hardly move her body at all. Her toes were held in an unyielding pointed position, her arms were held rigid by the leather and their proximity to her sides, in fact all she could do was flex her knees a little!

As the straps were buckled, and Mistress pulled with all her might to get each strap one further notch tighter, Lynne appreciated the difference between the bondage she had enjoyed with Catherine and that which she was about to endure with Mistress XS. Nothing Mistress XS was doing was intended for Lynne's pleasure. The pins, the ballet-style point to her feet, the tightness of the lacing and now the tightness of the straps were all intended to make her hurt. Even the strategic placement of the straps was designed to cause maximum discomfort. Lynne was sure it was no accident that there were two straps much broader than the rest, one which was manfully flattening her breasts and another which held her midriff in a pincer-like grip and was preventing her from drawing anything more than the shallowest of breaths.

Once she was fully encased in the bag, Mistress XS worked down the straps on Lynne and clicked a small padlock through each buckle. Lynne knew the padlocks were unnecessary, she had no chance of escape; Mistress XS knew they were unnecessary to prevent escape. What Mistress XS knew, and Lynne was already feeling, that they dealt a heavy psychological blow. There was a permanence about being zipped, laced, strapped and locked inside something so devilishly cruel which surpassed any bondage Lynne had hitherto fore enjoyed in her sex-play with Catherine.

“How long are you going to keep me like this?” Lynne managed to ask. She didn't expect the hard slap across her face for reply. “They call me Mistress XS!” Came the verbal reply. “And you'll learn that our slaves are not permitted to speak without permission – under any circumstances!”

“But I suppose it would be nice for you to know. You're staying like this; well sort of, you'll se in a minute, for as long as I choose. You're going to be my special guest, in my personal suite, for as long as I choose. While you are in my care, you will be my personal slave in every and any way I choose. I'm going to hurt you, I'm going to beat you, I'm going to torture you for my own pleasure. Then, if I choose, I'm going to turn you over to others who will do the same. You see,” Mistress XS continued, “your lover tried to make our life misery and, in exchange, we intend to do the same for her kith and kin. But don't worry; Catherine didn't succeed in breaking Group XS, she made us far bigger and far stronger – as you will shortly see.”

With that Mistress XS left Lynne sobbing quietly to herself on the floor of the limo, the same car in which she had so triumphantly left home an hour or so before. A while later Mistress XS returned with the driver and said “Come, you might like to see how your sister is doing.” Between them, Mistress XS and the driver began to haul Lynne out of the car.

Once they had her out and in the warehouse, her virtually rigid body was easy to manhandle to the open back of the van where they sat her on the metal floor, her feet dangling down and almost touching the floor. Lynne could see the van was purpose built on the inside. Along one side there were several small cages, along the other a wooden bench. Although she peered into the darkness of the van as they manoeuvred her, Lynne couldn't see Charlotte , not even in one of the cages, and presumed she was out of sight round the far side of the empty van.

As they sat her down, Lynne was startled by the impact of the pins in her ass, all pressing firmly where her weight rested, and aware of a cold feeling around her pussy. It took her a few moments to realise that the coldness was caused by a slit in the suit, something she hadn't seen in the relative darkness of the limo. There had been a slit on the suit Catherine had brought home… the suit Hannah had been encased in whilst sitting in the box with the wooden “V” shape on the bottom. Lynne stared across the floor in front of her and looked at the two wooden crates, both similar – if not a little smaller - to the one Catherine had brought home and she had found claustrophobic after 10 minutes.

Lynne sat and stared at the boxes and prayed she was wrong.

“Let me introduce you to Charlotte .” Mistress XS said, breaking Lynne's silent reverie. From around the side of van the woman dressed as a Police officer appeared towing Charlotte behind her.

Lynne may have expected her do be in a similar predicament. She did not expect her to be dressed as a fabulous fetish schoolgirl!

“After hearing you refer to those ‘horrible schoolgirl outfits' last night, we thought you might like to see your sister in one!” Mistress XS said to Lynne.

Lynne didn't reply, partly because she had heeded the warning about not speaking, but mainly because she was dumbstruck by her baby sister's appearance. Charlotte was not dressed as she had Catherine last night, that had been a very mild version of some of the Group XS outfits, she recognised that. No, Charlotte was wearing the full-blown, fuck-off serious kind of outfit of which she knew Group XS were capable, but had never seen in use before.

Charlotte was covered in rubber or leather from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and it was immediately apparent that she was neither comfortable nor unrestricted by what she wore. They'd put a hood on her, not too dissimilar to the hood Lynne and Catherine had at home, except this one had holes either side through which Charlotte's blonde tresses had been drawn like pigtails. Atop the leather discipline helmet, which inevitably had no eye holes, was a little leather and rubber caricature of a school hat with the legend ‘XS School' in large letters on the hatband and, written just beneath the School motto, “Maximus Excruscio ” (or ‘the most extreme pain') in smaller letters.

The scary part of the hood, or at least to Lynne, was a large rubber re-breather bag hanging from her nose on a rubber pipe, the kind of thing they use during anaesthesia in hospitals, slowly inflating and deflating with each slow and painful breath.

Her upper torso was held in what looked like a schoolgirl's pinafore dress, except this one was made of rubber and had an integral leather corset which had reduced her already slender waist dramatically. Worst of all, her breasts stood proud and independent from the dress, bound in two sacks of rubber which had thin little straps encircling them, making her tits look like two taut and stretched pieces of meat on a butcher's slab, a thin strap embedded in the meat every half inch or so!

The dress didn't have any sleeves; instead her arms were folded behind her inside the dress and secured immovably by whatever lay beneath. The dress stopped short of her crotch. In fact the pleated skirt, if you can call it that, was about 5” of rubber which started at her waist, ensuring that her ‘school knickers' were permanently on display. These were, of course, no ordinary school knickers; except maybe in the XS School!

Her knickers were black, high-waisted, control panties made from heavy rubber with inset leather panels with a thin strap running between her legs. The strap had been drawn so tight it was only visible where it ran over the leather control panel at the front before it delved into a deep crevice between Charlotte 's legs, only to emerge on the other side at the top of her buttocks, just below the hem of her skirt!

Lynne could see, as the Police officer lady brought Charlotte round from the side of the van, that the was a band of leather running up the centre of the panties at the back which had been drawn into the cleft of Charlotte's buttocks by the strap, and that either side of this the rubber was much thinner where it was stretched across Charlotte's ass-cheeks. It was obvious to Lynne that this design was meant so Charlotte , or whoever wore the panties, would have little protection on her ass cheeks from a spanking or, even worse, a caning.

The legs of Charlotte 's panties were fairly square-cut, and there was a belt, secured with a padlock, around each. The belt was buried deeply into her thigh flesh and, to judge by the way the skin bulged beneath the leg opening; the entire panty arrangement was far from the relatively comfortable size Lynne had used on Catherine the night before. If Catherine and Lynne's ‘school panty', taken from the Saavik and Zorhof trial evidence, were a medium-large size, poor Charlotte was wearing extra small!

From the legs hung four suspenders, not in total, but on each side, holding up Charlotte 's rubber stockings, wonderful see through imitations of real stockings with a seam running down the back and darker bands round the tops. On her feet, Charlotte wore her school shoes. Highly glossed, black patent stilettos which had a 7” heel and were locked in place with a padlock attached through the ankle strap.

“We thought you'd like to see Charlotte as a proper schoolgirl, rather than the poor imitation you managed last night!” Mistress XS said. “But how remiss of me,” She continued, “I haven't introduced my colleagues. This is Mistress Spite, as you will know her,” she said indicating the woman in what Lynne now saw was in fact a Sheriff's uniform, “she looks after our little ‘bondage suite' where Charlotte is going to spend a little time over the coming days, in excruciating bondage if I know Mistress Spite…”

The Sheriff smiled and said “Absolutely! We've got plenty planned for Charlotte; she's certainly going to know the meaning of the words ‘tight' and ‘painful' by the time she's finished!” Mistress XS laughed and said “Excellent!”

Turning to Lynne, Mistress XS confided, “Mistress Spite is never happier than when she had a girl trussed like a chicken and crammed into an impossibly tight cage, or hanging in a mailbag! She's currently got one girl who has been in the same little hole in the ground for what is it?” She looked to Mistress Spite for a figure. “26 days.” Came the reply. “Yes, 26 days, for a little ‘attitude adjustment!' Don't worry, she gets plenty to eat and drink in there… as long as everyone remembers to flush the toilet!” Mistress XS continued.

“And this is Helga, Mistress Helga to you,” Mistress XS said introducing a thick-set young woman with short brown hair, wearing a black leather skirt and jacket. Helga takes very good care of our prisoners, don't you Helga?” Helga nodded. “Yes, she has adopted best working practices from her previous employers… the Stasi!” Turning to the driver of the limo, Mistress XS said, “And this is Master V. A gentleman who spends much more time torturing and raping girls in our Leather Dungeon, than he does driving Limousines, I can assure you! You'll be seeing something of Lynne and Charlotte over the coming weeks, won't you?” She said to the muscular looking man.

“I hope so!” He said in a deep voice, Lynne suddenly seeing the power of the man. “I can't wait to get a piece of your lesbian tail, Lynne, and to see you wearing some of our special creations for leather slaves! As for Charlotte , I'm sure she'll soon learn to associate the smell of leather with the crack of the whip!”

“But now, I imagine you can't wait to get on your way to your holiday destination, can you?” Mistress XS said, enjoying the look of pale fear across Lynne's face. “As I said, the travel arrangements have changed somewhat. For ‘First Class' you now need to read ‘Baggage Class', in fact, the very baggage you see in front of you.” Mistress XS said. It was no surprise to Lynne, she knew when she had seen the packing cases what they were likely to be used for; nevertheless, it was still a shock to realise that these people intended for her to be held in one against her will.