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 12

Date Tuesday 19 th October 21.47

As Dr Zorhof bent to her task Catherine tried Lynne's phone again; still finding herself directed to the answer-phone.

Sipping yet another glass of wine, Catherine flicked discontentedly through the TV channels trying not to think of Lynne having fun while she sat miserably at home.

Date Tuesday 19 th October 22.35

Lynne was most certainly not having fun.

After an hour and a half of the evil laser torture they finally stopped, each of the three of them having had their turn at either her cunt, her ass or her tits. When they did let her go it was not an act of subservience which meant she slumped onto the floor at their feet, but rather the impact of the day's torture on her beleaguered muscles.

“I know you'd like to rest there all night.” Mistress XS observed. “But we still haven't finished teaching you your lesson.” To Lynne's horror they took the girl down from the hanging chains – she had been left there totally disregarded since Lynne had emerged from her box – and shoved her into a hole underneath a trapdoor in the floor. From where she lay Lynne could not see what horrors the hole held, she could, however, see the fear and desperation on the girl's face as she was lowered into the hole. As her head disappeared below the surface, Lynne could hear the girl crying “Please! I'll do anything; I'm sorry if I didn't please you Mistress XS I promise…..” as Saavik closed the lid with a heavy thud.

“Now then Lynne. I think it's time you tasted the whip, don't you?” Mistress XS purred.

Date Wednesday 20 th October 08.16

Catherine arrived at her desk to find three more case files had been dumped into her in tray. Sighing with frustration she looked at the heap which was already there from the day before and began her work in the hope that it would take her mind off her unsatisfactory evening and her unfulfilled longing to hear from Lynne.

As she started to read the first case file, Catherine checked that her mobile was switched on in case Lynne should call and felt sure that when Lynne did she would feel and sleep much better. Poor Catherine, if only she knew that she was in for a much worse night, with worse still to come.

At the same time, Lynne was thinking of sleep; in fact she was longing for it.

After the three of them had whipped her while she hung upside down from the chains, Mistress XS had given her another chance to offer her sexual services to the two Doctors. This time she had complied without hesitation.

She'd licked and sucked Dr Zorhof while Dr Saavik raped her from behind; then they'd changed places and she'd had to lick and suck Dr Saavik while Dr Zorhof fucked her with a huge strap-on. Not content with that, they'd made her beg and plead to lick their asses, made her beg to have them fist-fuck her, and made her beg to masturbate herself to climax again and again with various over-sized dildos.

When finally they'd had their fun, they'd told her she was a dirty whore for being so wanton and promiscuous and made her beg to be put into “Punishment Panties” for the night. These had turned out to be a pair of panties similar to those Catherine had brought home after the trial and neither of them had dared to try on. Heavy leather panties, more like shorts, which strapped and locked on and were full of short sharp spikes. As if the spikes were not enough, there were two gargantuan dildo's inside which it had taken considerable effort to insert in her tortured cunt and anus.

Longing for sleep even then, Lynne had prayed as the Doctors bid Mistress XS goodnight, that she was to be slung into a cell for the night. She'd had no such luck. Mistress XS had pointed out it was time for Lynne to look after her needs as well, and led Lynne to her bed. As Lynne had felt the firm comfort of the enormous bed she had half believed she was to sleep in it with Mistress XS.

Unfortunately this was not part of Mistress XS's design.

Her bed, it transpired, had a tiny and uncomfortable cage built into the base. The cage was accessed through a removable section of the mattress and Lynne found herself being thrust into this uninvitingly cramped space. It was only when she had folded her arms and legs to fit into the space and Mistress XS closed the lid, that Lynne realised the lid actually fitted around her neck and kept her head stuck outside the cage. The horror of what was about to happen struck Lynne as she found herself surveying the expanse of silk-sheeted mattress in front of her.

Sure enough, the removable section of mattress was little more than a thin piece of padding, also covered in white silk, which fitted back in place allowing her head to protrude into Mistress XS's bed! As Mistress XS prepared herself for bed, she spoke to Lynne as if they were lovers.

“I'm so pleased you could come for a sleep-over.” She said. “It's such a comforting thought knowing you'll be making love to me with your tongue through the night!”

Mistress XS had pulled on a large pair of rubber panties as she spoke. The panties had a voluminous piece of rubber hanging down between the legs…

Climbing into bed, Mistress XS had spread her legs either side of Lynne's imprisoned head and manoeuvred herself so her crotch was virtually in Lynne's face. Then the awful nature of the panties she wore was revealed to Lynne.

The rubber dangling between the legs was, in fact, a rubber bag which Mistress XS fitted over Lynne's head and locked in place with a strap overly tightened around her neck! Suddenly Lynne had been engulfed in a warm darkness with Mistress XS's hot and sticky cunt right in front of her mouth!

Mistress XS had shuffled down the bed another inch or so until Lynne had no option but to start to kiss her dripping pussy. “Oh that's good.” Mistress XS had said dreamily. “Oh do be a dear. I didn't go to the bathroom before coming to bed, just lock you mouth round my pee-hole will you and swallow it up will you? Just make sure you swallow it all, because if I find myself lying in my own pee you'll pay the price tomorrow.”

And now, nearly eight hours later, Lynne was still face to face with Mistress XS's cunt, licking and lapping her sleeping owner in an effort to appease her when she woke up. Afraid that Mistress XS would take the sweat which Lynne had been dripping liberally inside the airless hellhole, Lynne had been reduced to lapping this up too for fear Mistress would think she had done a sloppy job in swallowing her piss.

No, Lynne was not on some stunning cruise ship; she was simply dreaming of sleep and release.

Date Wednesday 20 th October 08.26

Kathy Winter followed the guard down the long corridor trying to ignore the cat-calls and whistles from her fellow inmates as she went. She was sure the penitentiary was no worse than any other, but for a first-timer she had found her short time here hard and had been counting the days to this moment. Some of the inmates had been kind to her, realising she was young and unused to the almost tribal rules and hierarchical system of the place; others had been less so and she vowed never to return to a place where lesbian rape and the threat of beatings hung over you 24 hours a day.

As they reached the end of the corridor and the door closed with a heavy “Clang!” Kathy breathed an audible sigh of relief. “I'll bet you'll be pleased to leave this place behind, won't you?” Her escort said pleasantly. Kathy smiled wearily at the woman and agreed, pleased that one of the nice guards had been assigned to her release. The guards had fallen into three categories as far as Kathy was concerned. Those who were nice; those who were mean; and a small handful who had been as likely to initiate the lesbian rapes and beatings as her fellow inmates! Kathy had been lucky, she had to admit, that the guards had threatened but not followed through – unlike with some of the inmates – and she was grateful for this, particularly in the light of some of the rumours which abounded.

There were rumours that the guards had some “special treatment” they meted out on a few chosen girls, but they were only rumours and no one was really able to substantiate them. It was, however, generally agreed amongst the inmates that it wasn't worth risking a spell in solitary unless you wanted to enjoy the special treatment.

For Kathy, however, her time was up. She had served two months of her 3 month sentence for soliciting and was now being released on parole. Her escort took her to the holding area, where she had been so embarrassingly searched and given her uniform two months before, and the process began to go into reverse. She was given the cardboard box containing her clothes and told to change back into them and return her prison fatigues.

Embarrassed that the woman guard stayed while she changed, Kathy turned her back to gain some privacy while she put back on the clothes in which she had arrived. As she did so she remembered the embarrassment of standing in court in the exact same clothes, her “working clothes” and having to endure the scrutiny of the lady Judge and the others in court.

Kathy had been arrested in a raid on her tiny apartment while she was entertaining a client who had a penchant for spanking girls. The fact that she had been wearing schoolgirl knickers with stockings and a tiny black pleated skirt for the spanking hadn't gone down well when it came to her Court appearance! As she changed back into these things now she wished the Police had had the decency to let her change before they had hustled her out of her apartment, but no, they had taken her as she was allowing her only to slip her white school blouse back on and put on her black stilettos.

As she slipped the large black panties back on, Kathy was very conscious that the Prison hadn't deemed it necessary to launder her clothes in the two months she had been here. They had a definite stale aroma, the smell of the sex she was having, or her arousal at least when she was being spanked, mingled with her stale odour having had nothing else to wear for the three days she was in a Police cell waiting for her Court hearing.

Back in her working clothes she signed the proffered papers the guard gave her to confirm her property had been returned, signed the release papers and was virtually a free person again. “The Wardress wants to see you now.” The Guard said.

Kathy's look of concern obviously reached the guard who explained, “It's only a formality now. She has to get you to sign your parole papers and make arrangements for you to meet your parole officer. We know you didn't have any cash on you when you arrived, so she will have either arranged for your parole officer to meet you here now and give you a lift back home or will arrange some other transportation – it's all perfectly normal and nothing to worry about.”

Kathy was relieved, although the mention of “home” struck a chord. She wondered if she had one to go to. In the two months she doubted if her landlord would have left her place empty with the rent unpaid and she wondered what he would have done with her things. She didn't have much, just her wardrobe of kinky things for her clients and a few outfits of more normal clothes, her stereo and TV: that was the sum total of Miss Kathy Brown, pretty brunette runaway who had nothing to show for her life so far.

As they moved from the reception area of the penitentiary to the Wardress' office, Kathy wondered if the Wardress was the person to ask about what help would be available to get her back on the straight and narrow. Not just help with reforming her ways, but also to give her a roof over her head, Kathy decided. Probably not, was the conclusion – her parole officer would be able to help her more she imagined.

The sign on the door said “Wardress M. Schwarz” in simple white letters. The guard knocked on the door and waited for a voice from inside to call “Come!” before opening it.

Inside the room Kathy took in two women, Wardress Schwarz, a rather large and severe looking woman in her mid forties sitting behind her desk, her short black hair in a coiffured bob and another quite stocky younger blonde sitting on the other side of the desk. The Wardress looked up and actually smiled. Kathy had imagined she never smiled, but instinctively smiled back at her.

The Wardress picked up her ever-present fat cigar and took a deep draw on it, exhaling the cloud of smoke in Kathy's direction.

“Ah Kathy!” She said. “Do come in and sit down.” Turning to the guard she said “Has she signed all the release papers?” When the guard confirmed this she said “Good. Then that'll be all now – I'll sort out her parole details and Miss Feldman here will take her back to town.”

The guard having left, the Wardress offered Kathy a cup of coffee and, gratefully accepting, Kathy settled down to have the details of her parole explained. “Kathy, I'd like you to meet Helga Feldman, she's going to be your Parole Officer and, I'm sure, take very good care of you.” Kathy caught a smile on Helga's face and wondered at its significance as she shook hands with her.

“Now there are some formalities and a few things I need to explain before you leave here.” Wardress Black continued. “Firstly I need you to sign this piece of paper; it's your Parole Advice Form with details of your officer and where and when you have to report on it.” Kathy took the form and signed it. As she did so she saw that the name for her Parole Officer was down as “Harold Hirst” and she queried why it said this if her officer was Helga.

“Nothing to worry about,” The Wardress explained, “it's quite normal to have one officer collect you and another assigned as the senior officer on your case.” She tucked the paper into a file and continued “Now I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.”

Kathy braced herself.

“Your apartment has been cleared by your landlord and is now occupied by someone else, so we've been thinking of ways in which we can help you.” The Wardress continued, a warm smile crossing her face. “Helga here has found just the place for you to go and live, I think you'll find it a really special new home, and she's lined up a whole new set of clothes and things for you to wear there – unless you want to stay dressed up like that, of course!” the Wardress joked.

Kathy felt a great rush of relief. A roof over her head, new clothes, it all sounded too good to be true! If she did but know it, it was; but she would be finding that out soon enough.

“You'll find the place you're staying at quite enthralling, I won't give you more details now, I'm sure Helga would rather save that as a surprise for you! But, suffice to say, it's a very special place in which I have a certain amount of interest and, I'm happy to say, you'll be seeing a lot more of me when I come to visit – which I do regularly. It's sort of my home from home, I suppose, and I try to get there every weekend and holidays and even the odd night during the week!”

Kathy felt good about the place. If the Wardress liked it so much she was going to be staying somewhere quite special.

“Anyway.” The Wardress continued. “That's all the paperwork done so you are free to go with Helga now. I've given her strict instructions on how to look after you and will be seeing you in a week or so when I come and stay for the weekend, so for now, I'll leave you in Helga's care.”

The Wardress stood to show Kathy and Helga out from her office, unlocking the private entrance which led straight onto the staff car park. At the door the Wardress didn't shake Kathy's hand, rather she just said “Until the next time!” as Kathy followed Helga across the tarmac towards a waiting van.

For almost the first time Helga spoke. “I'm sorry, but this van is the only transport I could get this morning. I hope you don't mind, but there are only a couple of seats in the front so I'll ride with you in the back to make you feel more at home while my colleague, Midori, does the driving.”

Kathy didn't mind at all. She'd rather have left in a car than the back of what she assumed was a plain grey prison van, but at least she was getting a ride. As they approached the van the driver got out, a tiny Asian girl, who went to the rear doors and unlocked them. “Midori, this is Kathy, our new guest.” Helga said. Midori looked Kathy up and down in that inscrutable way the Asian's have and said “Hello, Missy!”

Watching from her window the Wardress smiled to herself and took another drag on her cigar as her left hand stray between her legs where it gently massaged her clitoris through her clothing. “Yes Kathy, I've given very strict instructions… and I don't think you'll find me quite as accommodating when we next meet.”

While Kathy clambered up the step into the back of the van the Wardress turned to her desk and opened the inmate list on a page marked “Category A Section A Prisoners – Solitary” and looked down the list of names. Her eyes alighted on the name Simone Simons. She picked up the ‘phone and dialled a number, waiting patiently for it to be answered by one of the few guards assigned to the section. “Ah! Carrie?” She said when the phone was answered. “How is Miss Simons doing?” While she listened to the reply the Wardress pictured the young black girl who was due to be released in 2 months time – into the hands of “Probation Officer Feldman”.

“Oh good!” The Wardress said as she heard how badly Simone was coping with the strict regime for Category A prisoners in Section A. “Perhaps she would like some exercise then… I was thinking how nice it would be for her to take a little stroll down to the Punishment Cell later on, I fancy the little black whore needs to be taught a lesson with the bullwhip and then given some instruction on how to lick white pussy, don't you?” She looked at her watch. It was still only 9.15. “In fact why don't you take her down there now and let her do a little horse riding until I can make it? I think she'd like that, don't you?” As she spoke the Wardress' hand worked under her skirt and found its way under the silken fabric stretched across her cunt and she began to massage her clitoris. “Yes, the more I think about it the more I'm sure you, and whoever's on duty with you now would, enjoy that pink tongue lapping your pussy while I beat some manners into Simone with the bullwhip…”

As the Wardress was talking, Kathy climbed into the back of the van and was immediately struck by how gloomy it was and unlike the van she had arrived in. This van, she thought, had no windows in the back at all, not even blackened windows, was very differently laid out and had crap on the floor. As if to emphasise her point she tripped over a length of chain on the floor and cursed the small interior light by which she was just able to see a wooden bench which ran down one side. As Helga followed her into the back of the van the darkness caused by Helga's shadow caused Kathy to sit on one of the seat dividers on the bench, a large upturned “V” section of wood, and she let out a yelp. Shuffling to one side and knocking against a rolled up strap of some kind in the process, Kathy sat between two of the “V” sections and joked with Helga “Ouch! I sat on one of those pieces of wood! They weren't designed to be too comfortable for a lady!”

Helga didn't join in the fun with Kathy and just said “No, they weren't” as the van door closed firmly and Midori turned the lock from the outside. As the engine started Kathy looked around in the gloomy light. This was nothing like the van she had arrived in, she decided; this one looked more like it had come from the Dark Ages! There was only a bench along one side, what looked like a row of storage bins down the opposite side, one of which contained a sack of clothing or a kitbag or something – it was difficult to tell in the low light. As the van moved off she was aware of movement at the cab end of the rear compartment and realised there was some laundry swinging on a hanger from one of several bars which ran along the length of the van's roof.

Kathy felt uncomfortable with the brooding silence and pointed to the swinging garments and said “Have you been fetching some laundry this morning?”

Helga simply said “No.” and lapsed back into silence. “It's an odd van this.” Kathy continued, trying desperately now to get Helga to strike up a conversation. “It looks more like something the Nazi's would have transported prisoners in!”

Again all she got from Helga was “Yes.”

Deciding to settle on travelling in silence, Kathy shut her eyes and pretended to doze. She hadn't been doing this for long when she felt the van pull off the road and bump on some uneven ground before slowing to a stop and have the engine turned off. She sprang awake. “Are we there?” She asked excitedly.

“No.” Helga said. “Midori is joining us to try and make you more comfortable for the journey.” Almost immediately the back door opened and Midori clambered in and, as she did so, Kathy was able to see that they had pulled onto a piece of rough ground. Midori turned the lock on the door once she was inside and, for the first time, Kathy felt unsure about what was happening. She'd felt uneasy with the silence, yes, but not unsure about the whole circumstance – not until now. Now she was locked in the back of a windowless van with two women she knew nothing about heading to a destination she didn't know.

Midori flicked a switch and a much brighter light sprang into life, illuminating the dingy van properly. Kathy looked around her in the new-found light and said “Let me out of here! Please there's been some mistake!”

Kathy's eyes were locked onto the sack of laundry in the storage bin… only it wasn't a sack of laundry, it was a person inside a cage! Her eyes darted to what she had presumed was laundry hanging from the rail and saw it was in fact some bizarre leather clothing similar to that worn by the occupant of the cage! Even the huge furled belt beside her and the chain heaped on the floor now took on a more sinister air.

“Sit down!” Helga commanded. Kathy knew something was badly amiss and instead of sitting made a hopeless dart for the door. She had just made it past Helga and was reaching for the door when Midori reached out and grabbed her arm. With a fluid twisting motion Midori twisted Kathy's arm and Jelly found herself sprawled on the floor lying awkwardly atop the chains.

“Missy do as Helga say, or Midori hurt her bad!” The Asian driver said, flexing her body and preparing to throw Kathy again. Kathy looked at the petite girl, not quite believing how easily she had been felled by her, and said “OK! Enough now… tell me what you want me to do!”

Helga smiled down at her and said “Take your clothes off. We have something a little more interesting for you to wear.” Her eyes moved towards the leather clothes hanging from the rail above Kathy and, for the first time, she could see they had not been made for their sartorial elegance, but rather their ability to bind.

Kathy stood slowly, mindful of Midori hovering menacingly and began to take off her few clothes. Standing naked before her captors she said “OK. So now what?”

For answer, Helga removed what looked like a leather straight jacket from the hanger, a garment Helga recognised from her days before prison not because she had ever owned one, they were far too expensive for that, but because she had seen them in use on some of the videos she played her clients to get them excited. Instinctively Helga held her arms out in front of her as Helga approached with the garment.

Although the jacket fitted on her from the front, Kathy found she had to push her arms out to the sides and slightly behind her to get it on. Looking down as Helga pulled it on her, she saw that her breasts were now protruding through the front of the sheet of heavy leather which covered her front!

While Helga first zipped and then laced the garment down her back, Kathy's mind was racing, this was no cheap garment, she thought… what the hell are they up to. She was about to ask but thought better of it as she saw Midori staring intently at her and flexing her right leg as though about to let fly a kick to her groin. As Helga finished her lacing she picked up Kathy's right arm and pulled it through a loop of leather on the back of the garment before doing the same with Kathy's left arm, pulling it through the same loop, so both her arms were folded behind her. Kathy had long-since realised that the sleeves ended in closed folds of leather and that there were straps on the end of the sleeves.

With practised ease, Helga pulled Kathy's sleeves in front of her and began to fasten the belt part of her right arm to the buckle part of her left. Kathy knew instinctively she now had no chance of escape. She had spent too much time with her clients before her imprisonment to recognise bondage from which there was no escape. As Helga adjusted the straps and the lacing, Kathy remembered the creep who had kept her bound for a whole weekend. She hoped these people weren't going to be like that; when that creep had bound her he'd done it so tightly she'd needed to be hospitalised!

Helga now produced what looked like a pair of leather trousers for Kathy to step in. As she held them low, Kathy could see that these were no ordinary trousers… they had straps and buckles hanging off the legs and, peering down at them in the bright light, it appeared they had an open crotch! Kathy reeled. Remembering the rapes the creep had submitted her to – OK not through an open crotch per se, but through a split in the duct tape which surrounded her crotch, Kathy reacted and said “I'm not wearing those!”

It was as if Midori had been waiting for the first sign that Kathy was not going to comply. No sooner had the words left her mouth than Midori launched an attack on Kathy. First a foot landed in Kathy's exposed groin, then an arm struck the left side of her face. As Kathy recoiled the other arm struck the right side of her face and, unable to protect herself, Kathy was treated to a series of kicks which landed in her groin. As she doubled up Midori grabbed her by the neck and, in a swift turning motion, had Kathy locked around the neck saying “You put leggings on or I make you hurt!”

It was actually Helga who calmed Midori and said “It's OK. She'll put them on now, I think.”

Sure enough, Kathy let them pull the trousers up her legs, almost immediately noting that the trousers had far more to offer that she realised. Once the seat passed her knees, Kathy was aware that there was something “pricking” her thighs and then her ass. “Oh my God!” Kathy thought, She'd once seen on a video a girl wearing a bra and panties with spikes on the inside… but nothing like this!

Sure enough, the trousers were worked up until Kathy's ass was encased in an unforgiving girdle of spikes which worked at her ass, the outer lips of her cunt and the front of her pussy!

Only when the trousers were fully laced and buckled on did Helga pull the two straps from the bottom of Kathy's straightjacket between her legs, one strap running over each labial lip, and fastened these in place. “Now you get to sit down while we prepare your companion for the ride.” Helga said indicating the bench on which Kathy had sat a few minutes before.

Kathy went to the bench and sat awkwardly back in the same place she had started the journey. Helga and Midori laughed. “No, not there!” Helga said. “On the ridge you so astutely said wasn't designed to be comfortable!” Kathy couldn't believe she was serious. “Come on!” Kathy said. “I don't know what this is about, but I've played along with your game so far, but I'm not sitting on that thing!”

“It no game, Missy.” Midori said moving in front of Kathy. Midori's tiny hands reached down to Kathy's nipples and grabbed them firmly. Midori then began to squeeze the nipples in a vice-like grip, the strength of which belied the size of her hands. Twisting the nipples as she spoke, Midori said “No game. You sit on wood please!” and virtually lifted Kathy by her nipples and sat her back down on the wooden ridge.

Kathy immediately felt the ridge of wood slide between the slit in her trousers nestle deep inside the cleft between her legs, the narrow top pressing hard against her clitoris and anus. “It hurts!” She blurted out. “It meant to hurt!” Was Midori's reply.

They left Kathy sitting there while they collected the other girl from her cage. Kathy didn't realise it, but their decision to sit Kathy down was a deliberate one, so she could watch the other girl, Tina, being set in place and contemplate the same thing happening to her… it was all part of the Wardress' instructions to Helga, the instructions of a torturer who enjoyed inflicting mental torture as well as physical. “Let her watch you set up Tina before you put her hood on.” The Wardress has said. “And explain that the same thing is going to happen to her!”

Kathy watched as they pulled the girl out of the cage. She was dressed identically to Kathy, although in her case she had been bound into a ball with strap after strap and had a leather hood pulled over her head. “Tina doesn't get out much.” Helga explained. “And as this works best with two of you, we thought she'd like to come for the ride. It's not too long a journey if we take the main road, but the Wardress thought you'd prefer the scenic route – it's all narrow winding lanes and takes a lot longer.”

Kathy didn't understand, but absorbed the information nevertheless. She watched as Midori unbuckled Tina's bonds so she was able to stand just as Kathy had a few moments before, albeit in Tina's case hooded. Kathy studied the hood and saw that it completely encased Tina's head in heavy leather and appeared to have no eyeholes and no opening for the nose. In fact, the only opening was a shiny chrome tube which erupted from her mouth! Now that Tina was in the light, Kathy could also see that Tina had breasts equally as large as her own which looked swollen and blotchy. She studied them carefully and saw to her horror that they stood so swollen and proud because they had been tied at the base with thin leather cord which was part of her jacket. Glancing down, Kathy could see the same cords hanging loose on her jacket! As to the blotches on her breasts, Kathy realised these were variously aged bruises and marks! There were a dozen or so lines across the top of each breast which looked like fresh cane marks and other bruises and marks which looked older. Kathy felt very scared. She had been caned by a few clients and knew just how much it hurt on your ass, let alone breasts!

While Kathy was studying Tina's breasts, Midori came over and picked up the rolled up strap beside her. Kathy could see the strap was made from what looked like very heavy rubber and, to her horror, had four large metal dildos on it! Midori affixed one end of the strap to the bulkhead wall of the van and pulled it taught down the length of the van to a cleat attached to the centre upright of the doors. When she had fastened the cleat the rubber belt was taut and running the whole length of the van… with four upward-facing dildos on it; two close together toward the cab end and two close together toward the rear doors.

The purpose of the dildos was clear. Kathy and Tina were to stand astride these for the return journey, one in their ass and one in their cunt!

Sure enough, Helga got Tina to lift her right leg over the rubber strap and positioned her astride the belt with her cunt and ass poised just above the metal dildos!

Kathy was relieved to see that as long as Tina stayed upright she wouldn't impale herself, but then Kathy hadn't anticipated the evil world into which she was being drawn. Helga bent down and spat on the two dildo's before pulling the girl downwards by her shoulders. Midori now bent to help guide the metal dildos home and within a few moments a moaning Tina was impaled!

The pair now worked fast. A chain was attached from one of the bars on the ceiling to the top of Tina's hood before her legs were doubled up – thigh to calf – so all her weight was supported be the strap between her legs. As Midori and Helga fastened the straps on her calves around her thighs, so Tina was kept in an airborne kneeling position, Kathy marvelled at how strong the strap must be… it had hardly dipped at all as it took Tina's weight! The effect of the strap was to let Tina bob up and down somewhat as the pair worked on her thighs, and Kathy noticed how Tina was struggling for balance, her hips working back and forth to maintain her position. As she watched this, Kathy realised the devilishness of the device. Once they were moving Tina would be sway and bobbing with the motion and having to use her thighs to maintain her balance! It would be like riding a double dildo!

Satisfied with Tina's bondage, the two women next unfurled four cables which had lain unseen against the bulkhead wall. Two had plugs which fitted into the dildos from underneath the strap – Kathy didn't like the implication of wires leading into metal dildos at all – and two had heavy clamps on the end. Kathy guessed the sickening purpose of the clamps even before they were attached to Tina's pert nipples.

Their work almost done, Helga turned to Kathy, a smile on her face for the first time, and said “Your turn now!” Kathy had little option but to co-operate and soon found herself struggling to accept the two dildos! She stood facing Tina, her thighs trembling and heart quaking as the dildos worked their inevitable way home. She was immediately struck by how strange the sensation was as her thighs were doubled up and she felt the springiness of the rubber supporting her weight. The dildos inside her moved back and forth as she struggled for balance and she became aware that Tina's movements were working their way down the strap to her so that even if she stayed stock still the dildos still bobbed and weaved inside her! Seeing the expression on her face, Midori said “You like dildos? They make fuckee in your cunt and ass? You wait. Is long journey and they no stop. I think you come many times.”

As Midori was speaking, Kathy felt the two wires being inserted underneath, these coming from the other end of the van, and moments later the clamps being put on her nipples. Of course Kathy had worn nipple clamps before – she even found they turned her on – but these were quite different. These had been designed by someone hell-bent on inflicting pain and not pleasure. They clamped shut with a ferocity Kathy hadn't expected and their jagged little teeth bit home into the flesh around the base of her nipple. Kathy said “Oh God! They hurt! Take them off!!!” and got amused silence as a reply.

Of course they didn't take them off, why should they when they were designed to hurt? No, instead they fitted poor Kathy into her leather hood, a hood which matched Tina's in every respect. Kathy found herself being shrouded in an impenetrable black leather darkness as the hood came over her head. She had to open her mouth to accept the rubber plug which gagged her, and immediately struggled to breathe through her nose as the leather was pulled tightly into place. Kathy realised she had no option now but to breathe through the metal tube which ran through her gag.

Installed in tight dark leather, Kathy could do nothing now but wait for the journey to begin. Before the journey did, however, Midori and Helga fitted a chain similar to Tina's to the top of Kathy's hood and still had one last trick up their sleeves.

From the cage next to the one Tina had been installed in, Helga fetched a shiny steel tube. The tube was about 2ft long and had a rubber bag about the size of a deflated American football fixed to its middle.

The tube was designed to plug into the pipes erupting from each of the girls' hoods! In seconds the pipes was in place, Midori and Helga stepping back to watch with fascination as the bag began to slowly inflate and deflate. It would take Tina and Kathy a short while to work out what was happening, but the girls now had to start breathing together if they were to do anything other than draw in their own expelled breath.

It took perhaps a minute before the girls realised their predicament and the bag began to inflate to its fullest, allowing a small amount of air to be expelled before contracting again and letting in a modest amount of precious fresh air. Soon the girls were breathing slowly, deliberately and in unison. Midori and Helga knew that that deliberation would be hard to maintain once the van was moving and the dildos were working back and forth inside them; but then that was the girls' problem not theirs. If the girls chose to get all excited by the dildos, adopt an irregular breathing pattern and orgasm they'd have to deal with the consequences!

Shutting and locking the door of the van, Helga and Midori returned to the cab and started the journey. Midori, in the driver's seat, said to Helga, “I turn on power now, I think?”

Helga agreed, and Midori flicked a switch on the driver's console. For the girls in the back there was no perceptible change. They were still suspended by the strap between their legs and had dildos moving back and forth, side to side, inside them. It wasn't until the van braked that they were aware of anything new. As the rear brake lights came on, so too did a surge of current from van's electrical system. This shot through the cables and into their bodies via the two metal dildos inside them! Both girls screamed into their gags and lost their breathing rhythm.

Midori, knowing full well what was happening, took her foot off the brake only to stab it a few times in quick succession. Each time a jolt of current coursed through the girls' pelvic regions and they screamed in pain. As Midori switched on the indicators the same thing happened, short pulses of power coursing through the girls with each flash of the indicator.

It was going to be a long journey for Kathy and Tina. A long painful journey back to the Group XS dungeons.