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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 11
Date Tuesday 19 th October 20.12
As Mistress XS, Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof grabbed Lynne, Catherine had finished her microwaved supper and was trying to dial Lynne's mobile phone. The operator was inviting Catherine to leave a message as she put her phone down, wholly unaware that Lynne's phone was sitting on Mistress XS's dressing table, just a couple of hours drive away.
In front of the dressing table, just a few feet away from the mobile phone, was a chair of sorts into which the evil trio strapped Lynne. The chair looked like it had been built for the Inquisition, a metal-framed affair with a tubular steel rod for the back and no discernable seat. Lynne was strapped to the frame in such a way that her legs were splayed sideways, her body and arms strapped to the rod which ran up her spine and rods which ran either side of her. When they had finished she looked like she was welded to the chair in a wide-stretched squat.
Lynne knew she had been rash in speaking to the three of them as she had, and suddenly felt her bold confidence wane into heart thumping fear. Her fear was exacerbated when Mistress XS strapped her head back to the metal rod and said to her “I won't gag you because I do so love the sound of screaming.”
Lynne's first scream came as Mistress XS turned a handle at the side of the “chair” and she felt herself being rotated so that instead of sitting upright she was tilted backwards, her head much lower than her now obscenely exposed cunt. Lynne watched in terrified silence as Dr Zorhof wheeled a trolley with a black box on it up beside her… the box had what looked like a dentists drill coming from it!
Mistress XS pulled a stool between Lynne's legs and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves before picking up the drill-like device. “This is a wonderful device.” She explained. “It's made for some of the less scrupulous governments who want to extract a confession from a prisoner without leaving any obvious marks.” She held the drill part up for Lynne to see. It was like a fat pencil on a lead, but rather than having a drill bit on the end, it had a heavy needle. “It does three things through the needle. There's a laser in the centre which burns the – what do you call it Dr Zorhof?” “It doesn't burn the epidermis or the stratum lucidum; it focuses on the dermis where the nerves are.” Dr Zorhof interjected helpfully.
“Yes, the dermis.” Continued Mistress XS. “I'm told it's quite painful, you'll be able to verify that, but leaves no marks whatsoever. The metal part of the needle carries a high voltage current which will hurt like fury, and, if I'm so disposed, I can push the needle in and inject you with some of Dr Zorhof's special serum. I think you'll find it quite entertaining. Now, where shall we start?”
Lynne watched as Dr Zorhof picked up two clamps from the trolley, dangling from each clamp was a length of thin chain and a large weight. Passing one to Dr Saavik, they each bent down and she felt their fingers explore her cunt, just before she was treated to the clamps being snapped onto the labia each side.
There are clamps designed for light BDSM play and there are clamps designed for serious BDSM play. These clamps fitted neither category. These were heavily sprung clamps with jagged teeth intended to hurt. Lynne felt a rush of pain hit her and let out a short scream as she said “Please! Take them off! They hurt too much!”
That was before the pair draped the chains over her open thighs and let the weights drop. As the weights reached the end of the chain, there was a sharp tug on her labia and the teeth on the clamp bit deeper into her sensitive flesh.
“Aaaaaahhhhheeeee!!!” Lynne screamed.
“Oh this is priceless!” Mistress XS laughed. “She tells us to fuck off then starts to scream like a baby from something as gentle as those clamps! If I were you, Lynne, I'd brace myself. If you think those hurt, you're in for a rather nasty surprise!”
With that, Mistress XS bent down to Lynne's now gaping cunt and poised the needle just above the soft pink tissue of her inner cunt lips. She pressed a button on the pencil-like grip and there was a low hum from the box to which it was attached. The hum was quickly drowned out by Lynne. The button had turned on the laser which focused its intense beam a fraction below the surface of Lynne's skin.
Anyone watching who expected to see the soft skin being burnt or hear the sizzle of flesh would have been sorely disappointed. There was just the tiniest dot of light on Lynne's skin which Mistress XS began to move very slowly in circles. For a brief moment the trio of sadists themselves were disappointed as Lynne seemed to stiffen and then relax.
Lynne had anticipated pain from the laser and as soon as it was switched on she expected to feel the intense pain Mistress XS had promised. As it turned out she felt nothing above the awful pain of the clamps where they were imbedded into her flesh. Just as she began to relax it hit her. This was like no other pain she had experienced before. This was a pain which seemed to be coming from within and felt like someone had just lit a blow-torch inside her body. It felt to Lynne like her skin was being sliced through with a red-hot knife!
“Aaaaaahhhhhhheeeeee!!!!” She screamed pausing only to take breath. “Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhh! Oh God!!! Pleeeeeaaaaassssseeee stop!!!”
“Oh but Lynne,” Mistress XS said above the screeching cry of pain, “we've only just started. And if you remember, you have a very special lesson to learn under the ‘ punishment is the best form of education' scheme. Next time, when Dr Saavik wants to fuck you in the ass, you'll bend over and say ‘Thank you Sir!' as you pull your ass cheeks apart for him!”
The last part of her sentence was drowned out as the needle touched Lynne's clitoris. Suddenly she had a massive jolt of electricity coursing through her clit as the laser burned its infinitesimal path through the under layer of Lynne's skin. “AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!” Lynne screamed, vainly attempting to twist in her bonds.
Lynne's screaming became so loud, especially once Mistress XS had pierced the skin of her clitoris several times to inject Dr Zorhof's noxious chemical into Lynne, that Mistress XS relented on her earlier promise to leave Lynne un-gagged. Just so the three of them could keep up a level of conversation; it became necessary for Dr Zorhof to find a gag. She didn't need to go far. Next to the dressing table was Mistress XS' laundry basket which she went through having first checked with Mistress XS that this was OK. “Sure.” Mistress XS had replied without taking her eyes off torturing Lynne's cunt. “If you dig deep you'll find some particularly gross ones in there I'm sure!”
Dr Zorhof did dig deep and seemed well satisfied with what she found. Lynne was still screaming with agony, her face now lathered in sweat, wholly unaware that she was about to be gagged. “AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHMMmmmmpppppphhhh!!” she went as Dr Zorhof stuffed the first pair in into Lynne's mouth, a pair of black silk panties with the “XS” motif on the front, a pair which were well stained with Mistress XS's juices. A second pair, this time heavier black satin, followed. With several turns of duct tape round Lynne's head, Dr Zorhof reduced Lynne's wailing screams to a much lower level of “Mmmmmppppphhhh!!!”
As Lynne continued to scream into her gag the trio repositioned Lynne so she was virtually upside down. They didn't remove the weights from her cunt lips, but they did insert several metal sticks, pointed at either end like cocktail sticks, between her ass cheeks to hold them apart. This gave perfect access to her anus and surrounding ring.
Now it was Dr Zorhof's turn to take the laser pen. Settling herself on the stool she now bent to the task of burning the nerve endings in Lynne's ass.
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