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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 13
Date Wednesday 20 th October 11.15
Lynne still couldn't go to sleep, even though she longed to so much.
Even though Mistress XS had left her long ago, she was now fighting to stay awake. The reason was very simple. Mistress XS had left her standing in the simplest bondage imaginable; but in a predicament which would have the most dire of consequences were she to fall asleep!
Lynne was standing just a couple of feet away from the inviting four-poster bed. She was naked, save for the accursed “Punishment Panties”, and had her wrists locked in front of her with cuffs. In essence, that was virtually the extent of her bondage; virtually, that is, apart from the three wires which came down from the ceiling.
Each of the wires ended with a large fishhook, two of which had been drawn through her breasts behind the nipple and one through her tongue! Lynne's choice was very simple; stay awake and standing or risk ripping her nipples and tongue by falling!
Of course, she could have used her relatively unfettered hands to free herself. Unfortunately Mistress XS was well aware of this when she set Lynne into this position. From Lynne's wrists cuffs a chain trailed down to the floor which had a heavy metal ball attached to it. The ball dragged her wrists downward and, as Lynne discovered when she tried to reach up to her breasts, was anchored to the floor with a chain just too short to enable her to reach her breasts. She could, however, get the weight of the ball to rest on the ground if she bent forward a little; unfortunately to do this meant she had to stretch her breasts and tongue upwards against the unyielding wire and hooks.
Lynne had nowhere to go. Fortunately she had been fed and watered by Mistress XS before she left. Lynne, having not had anything to eat or drink (unless you consider the two copious quantities of Mistress XS's urine she had swallowed whilst in the hood between her legs a drink!) for 24 hours was ravenous. She'd had to watch Mistress XS enjoy breakfast in bed served to her by a rubber-clad maid, while Lynne, finally freed from the rubber hood and panty combination, had watched on.
When she was released, Mistress XS had fed Lynne the remnants of her breakfast in a steel dog dish. Not only that, but Mistress XS had squatted over the dish before placing it front of Lynne and not only pissed over the unwanted food but also done a shit in it! “There!” She'd said to Lynne. “A perfect meal for a slutty slave like you!” As she'd mixed everything together with a spoon. Of course Lynne hadn't wanted to eat it, but the threat of more torture with the laser pen was enough to find Lynne on her hands and knees eating the disgusting mess like a dog. After she'd licked the bowl clean, Mistress XS had invited her to take a drink… from the toilet bowl!
Now she stood there, daring not to move and daring not to fall asleep, the bed just in front of her torturing her tantalisingly. There was nothing to keep her occupied, all she could do was stare at the horrors of the room around her.
Lynne wasn't alone. There were two other girls in the room with her. The maid, who had brought breakfast was now on her hands and knees cleaning the massive room with a brush the size of a toothbrush, painstakingly scrubbing and rinsing the floor. Lynne didn't realise it, but she still had the polishing, the ironing and the dusting to do before she was finished and knew that if Mistress XS found one single speck of dust she would be tortured as punishment. Lynne had tried to attract the girl's attention, but the girl had refused to make any contact – she, unlike Lynne, was aware that the room had security cameras and microphones which would pick up any “fraternisation” between slaves.
In addition to the cleaning maid, there was the girl from last night who stood similarly attired and bound as Lynne, only on the opposite side of the bed.
To keep herself occupied Lynne thought of Catherine and prayed that she would realise something was wrong when she didn't phone.
Catherine was, indeed, thinking of Lynne; she was thinking of her lazing on a sun bed and not having bothered to turn her phone on, let alone pick it up to speak to Catherine.
Date Wednesday 20 th October 15.35
The black van ground to a halt in the enclosed yard of the Group's compound. Tina and Kathy had arrived. Shattered after their journey, their bodies having betrayed them by making them come time and again to the swaying rhythm of the van and the dildos on which they were impaled. Exhausted by their fight for breath and, in Kathy's case, ill-prepared for the torment which was about to follow.
The two girls were destined to spend the next few days as guests of the “Prison Section”. This was no ordinary prison. It was a prison in which the cells were so small they afforded little or no movement for their occupants; a place where the guards regularly tortured the prisoners, not to extract a confession, but rather for the fun of it; a place where the tyrannical person in charge, one Marissa Schwarz, set the draconian rules and regulations she so desired to instil in the real penitentiary from which Kathy had just come.
During the journey, Kathy had gone some to realising that she had, effectively, been kidnapped as she left the penitentiary. She also had realised that she would appear not on a missing persons list, but rather on a list of parole dodgers who had probably moved on to another state.
Kathy, like Simone Simons who would be following her when her sentence was complete, was the perfect victim for Group XS; someone no one would miss when she disappeared.
Date Wednesday 20 th October 19.35
Mistress XS was impatiently watching the video screens which had been set up in the Drawing Room of the magnificent house attached to their compound. She had with her several key members of Group XS, not the least of which were the Group's two doctors: Saavik and Zorhof.
They were all sitting comfortably, a rubber-clad maid, her hands and feet in chains, bringing them drinks and serving their needs.
“Come on Catherine!” Mistress XS was saying. “Go and check your email!”
As if on cue, a disconsolate Catherine sat down at her computer and flicked it on. There was a groan of frustration from her unseen audience when she stood up again, only to be followed by a cheer as she fetched her glass of wine before settling back down.
As Catherine opened her email, six unseen pairs of eyes watched and gloated.
Totally unaware that she was being watched, Catherine first looked at her ‘In Box' in the vain hope that there was a message from Lynne. Of course there wasn't, there was just the usual junk mail plus one message from TaniaSarducci@GXS.com . Catherine recognised the name of course; Tania had been at the centre of her biggest case when she had identified Zorhof and Saavik. two of the ring-leaders in an horrific slavery and torture ring which she had helped to smash.
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At the time the whole case and the trial had been a crowning moment in Catherine's burgeoning career.
The group called themselves XS and it had been she who had first drawn the authority's attention to the group and, remarkably it had been she who had stumbled across the farm from which they operated. It had also been Catherine who had collected the evidence against Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof.
Although successful in sending Saavik and Dr Zorhof to prison for 20 years and assuring Tania a future on the witness protection programme, the case had been unsatisfactory in that some of the group's key members had never been identified. Particularly Catherine had rued the fact that the Group's ringleader, a woman calling herself Mistress XS, had remained at large. Tania had identified Mistress XS as a fellow Russian who stopped at nothing in her quest to inflict pain on her captives.
Catherine shuddered at the memories Tania's name on the email invoked but was pleased that Tania had made contact – in the absence of Lynne Catherine remembered Tania with pleasure and felt a small shudder of sexual excitement at seeing the girl's name again.
The message simply said,
“Catherine, I thought you'd like an update on my new circumstances! Click on this link and you'll be surprised at what changes there have been in my life!”
Catherine clicked on the link and her browser sprang to life and started loading a video stream.
After a few moments the screen came to life to show a picture of Tania standing in a majestic living room looking spectacular in a form-fitting black evening dress which came high on her curvaceous chest and touched the floor. She was standing holding a glass of champagne with something of a false smile and, Catherine thought, looking a little nervous and uncomfortable with her eyes rather red as if she had been crying.
Tania looked to the side of the camera as if for a signal and said “Cheers Catherine!” before taking a large drink from the glass of champagne with something of a grimace and saying “I hope you like my new home and champagne lifestyle! As you can see I've moved out of the witness protection programme and have made lots of new friends and met a few old ones.”
Tania put the glass down on a table beside her and continued, “Would you believe my friends make sure I wine and dine on the finest champagne and caviar most of the time!”
As she said this she picked up a canapé from a dish beside her, a blini Catherine thought, piled high with caviar of some sort, and ate it whole feigning absolute rapture as she did so. Again she took another large swig from the champagne before continuing.
“Let me take you on a little tour of the house and you'll see just how much fun I'm having!” The camera panned round part of the living room as Tania led the way out into a huge vaulted hallway - Catherine was impressed with Tania's new home and wondered what she had done to get herself somewhere so special… she just wished that Tania looked more happy to be there.
From the hallway Tania led the camera down a flight of stairs into the basement. Catherine thought it a bit odd to start in the basement, but continued to watch with interest as Tania opened a heavy wooden door at the foot of the stairs.
Catherine's heart missed a beat as Tania swung the door open and the sound of screaming could be heard from within!
The screaming was coming from a girl in her teens who was bent double over a wooden frame and was being fucked from behind by a tall blonde woman dressed in a black rubber cat suit and wearing a strap-on! The woman was tall and svelte and as she turned to the camera Catherine stifled a gasp; it was a woman she recognised .
“Hello there Catherine.” She said, her voice betraying the slightest East European accent.
Catherine felt sick to the core. She had sat through hours of video featuring this woman when she had been working on the Saavik and Dr Zorhof case, hours during which she had been physically sickened by the depraved sadism of this woman.
Her face was partially obscured by a leather mask which covered her face from the top of her forehead down to her top lip and bore the inscription “XS” in the centre. Her blonde hair was caught back in a familiar ponytail and she was smiling sweetly at the camera, although it had to be said her smile did not reach as far as her cold grey eyes.
This was the woman known to Catherine only as “Mistress XS” who had been the ringleader of the evil group.
This was the woman who had left Tania so dreadfully scarred when their paths had crossed back in Russia and who had been a cohort of Saavik and Dr Zorhof when they had been torturing their victims inside the Soviet State prisons.
The girl Mistress XS was fucking continued to scream as Mistress XS slowly worked her hips back and forth and she suddenly grabbed the girl's hair with her left hand and struck her face with her right hand “Shut the fuck up!” She yelled. “Can't you see I'm trying to talk to an old friend here?”
The girl continued to scream and moaned “Oh God! You're killing me!” Mistress XS was not happy that she hadn't stopped talking and ripped the strap-on out of the girl, eliciting a new level of animalistic scream, and picked up a heavy wooden cane with which she began to beat the helpless girl. Almost in a frenzy she shouted “If you think I'm hurting you now you just wait you dumb fucking cunt!”
As she raised the cane time and again Catherine watched in sick horror at the enormous strap-on jerking manically. She had seen something like this before, when they had taken the equipment away from the farmhouse where Group XS had held their captives before. It had been called “The Punisher” and was shaped like five balls fixed end-to-end with each ball covered in short, prickly, horsehair.
The girls they had rescued back then had described in graphic detail the pain this huge device caused them, especially as Mistress XS liked to lubricate it with chilli oil!
Mistress XS' assault on the girl stopped as suddenly as it had started and she turned to the camera and Catherine. “Do you like my new Punisher?” She said, sounding like she was talking about nothing more than a new pair of shoes. “I had to get a new one because you had the last one taken away! But it did give me a chance to make this one bigger and with some nice bits of wire in it which can really fuck up a cunt! I'm told it's a bit like having being fucked by a grappling hook! Oh yes! And on the end here…” She pointed to the tip of the horrible thing, “… I've had little spikes added which drive into the cervix when I push it all the way home! You know how much I like spikes on things, don't you?”
Catherine involuntarily crossed her legs as her mind grappled with the concept of having something as painful as the Punisher inside her. She remembered she and Lynne having held the old Punisher, the one which had been part of the evidence against Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof and the strange sickening feeling she had felt back then ran through her now. Catherine would never admit it to anyone else, but she had brought some of Group XS' implements of torture home – only the milder ones of course - and she and Lynne played games with them. Although the Punisher had come home briefly, Catherine and Lynne had only held it and stared at it, unable to comprehend why someone would use such a thing.
Catherine's reverie about herself, Lynne and the Punisher was broken as Mistress XS continued.
“I have to thank you Catherine, because had it not been for you Tania and I would never have been reunited!” She stepped forward and the camera showed Tania now kneeling in the foreground, her pretence at being mistress of the palatial home gone; she was now kneeling on all fours in front of Mistress XS.
Mistress XS' fingers clenched tightly into Tania's hair “Of course she told the authorities all about the fun we had together back in Mother Russia and helped you identify my friends Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof before running off to hide in your witness protection programme.”
Mistress XS stepped back from Tania and continued. “Now that we've had a little chat, Tania realises the error of her ways, don't you dear?”
Tania said “Yes Mistress XS!”
“Then perhaps you'd kindly stand up and remove your dress and show Catherine what we said in our little chat?” Mistress XS said. Catherine steeled herself as a Tania, now weeping openly, stood awkwardly and reached behind her to unzip the back of her evening dress. Gingerly she pulled the straps over her shoulders and let the dress fall to the ground.
If the sight of Mistress XS and the memories of the sadistic excesses of the woman had helped Catherine steel herself they counted for nought when she saw Tania's body. Tania had been left horribly scarred before by this woman, but now… now her body was a mass of interwoven welts, scars and cuts from the beatings she had endured. From her head to her toes there was scarcely an inch of her flesh which had not been marked in some way.
Catherine let out an involuntary cry which echoed around the solitude of her apartment. She tried to look away from the screen but found herself drawn to the horrific image in front of her.
Mistress XS continued as if there were nothing out of the ordinary. “As you can see we've had a good long chat and Tania now understands the error of her ways…” Catherine's eyes were drawn to obscene words which had been etched across Tania's body – she could see “cunt”, “slut”, “whore” and “bitch” on her stomach and, as the camera moved in the words “torture me” and “punish me” etched on her breasts.
“It took a little time to get the message across to Tania, of course, and in the end I had to leave her a few notes with the soldering iron and my knife…” Mistress XS turned Tania around as she spoke to reveal her back. “… but I think she has finally got the message!”
Across the top of Tania's back the word “traitor” had been carved and the cut crudely stitched, Mistress XS smiled at the camera again. “Don't worry Catherine, we made sure the wound wouldn't go sceptic by cleaning it with iodine and chilli extract!”
“Now Tania wants to read out her confession and her sentence, don't you dear?”
Mistress XS deftly turned Tania back towards the camera and passed the weeping girl a piece of paper. Mistress XS encouraged her to read it.
Tania began to speak. “Catherine! They….”
The picture suddenly went blank before restarting again.
“I'm sorry about that Catherine.” Mistress XS said. “But Tania decided not to read from the script for some reason so I'll have to read it for her.” The camera panned out as Mistress XS held the piece of paper up, and showed Tania hanging by her breasts beside Mistress XS!
Her bulging breasts were tied tightly with a coarse hemp rope and had changed from their normal soft pink to a violent purple colour. Tania now had the lower part of her face covered with a leather gag and Catherine could only guess what horror lay beneath – if the gagging noises Tania was making were anything to go by Mistress XS had stuffed her mouth to the full!
Her legs had been folded double and lashed tightly with more of the hemp rope and her elbows had been folded round a pole behind her back while here wrists had been tied in front of her.
This, believe it or not, was by no means the worst part of her predicament. Mistress XS had drawn her knees wide apart, strapped at either end of a long pole, and her gaping cunt had a massive weight dangling from it; additionally her nipples had what looked like fish hooks drawn through them with a thin chain connecting each hook. The chain was taut as it ran up to another hook which had been drawn through the centre of her nose!
Catherine could see a drop of blood on the underside of Tania's nose and that she now wore a collar which came up high under her chin. The part of the collar under her chin glistened in the light with the plethora of vicious spikes which adorned it!
Tania had a simple choice; pull her own nipples skywards by her nose or impale her chin on the spikes!
“Of course,” Mistress XS continued, “I'll see that she is punished properly later, but for now I thought you'd enjoy seeing her as I read her confession. Now let me see…” She cleared her throat like she were a child about to read an important message out loud.
“I, Tania Sarducci, hereby confess that I have committed the gravest of crimes against Group XS by helping Miss Catherine Grace identify members of the Group and have them prosecuted. I now realise that my act constituted a heinous crime and am willing to pay for my crime by giving the members of Group XS my whole body. In so doing I request that they exact whatever punishment they wish from me, but specifically request the following:-
Signed etc, etc.”
“As you can see, Catherine, she's written all of that in her own fair hand and, as I am sure you will know, we are doing our utmost to see that her requests are complied with!”
Mistress XS held her hand up to her mouth in a show of mock surprise. “Oh! Before I read that had I told you? Group XS is alive and well, despite your best efforts, and we have many new guests staying with us! Of course, we had to build a new guest suite after you had the old one confiscated, but then that just gave us a chance to review our guest facilities and make this one a little less comfortable than the last!”
Catherine shuddered inside at the thought of Group XS still being active and her mind's eye turned towards the terrible sights she had seen at their old complex. There they had kept girls in grotesque bondage cramped inside tiny cells ready for whatever obscene torture members of the Group wanted to mete out on their victims. It was difficult to conceive how they could have constructed anything more evil.
Mistress XS continued, “Did you like our little intro to the film? I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did planning it! You've probably guessed by now that Tania doesn't get to drink champagne and eat caviar all the time… but then she wasn't in the film either!” Mistress XS laughed. “Isn't that right Tania?” she said to the figure hanging beside her.
“Let me show you, Catherine…” Mistress XS said moving off to one side and starting to sit down – as she did so her hand snaked between her legs and she removed The Punisher and undid a zip running between her legs. Catherine knew with sick certainty what was about to come. She had seen it before on the videos which had been seized and had heard first hand accounts from the girls they had rescued of how this horrible woman would force the girls to act as her toilet; how she delighted in gagging them with pieces of cloth – preferably dirty panties – soaked and smeared in foul waste; how she would serve them with foul food, often cheap dog food straight from the tin, and delight in pissing and shitting in it before they were forced to eat it!
Sure enough, Mistress XS had sat on a toilet beneath which there was no pan, just a glass bowl to collect her waste! Catherine watched in sick fascination as she relieved herself of a stream of dark piss and emptied her bowels of a large turd. Mistress XS kept up a commentary as she did so. “I know this is kind of intimate, to be watching me on the toilet, but then I see us as close friends, don't you Catherine? Friends who can share anything. I know we haven't met face to face yet, but I'm sure you are looking forward to that moment just as much as I am!”
Mistress XS stood up and Catherine was not in the least surprised to see her slip on a pair of plastic gloves and pick up a pair of panties from the floor beside the toilet. “One of the girls wore these for a few days and they smell,” She lifted the panties to her nose and winced, “… absolutely gross! But then all I want them for is to wipe my ass!” She did just that with the panties before dropping them into the bowl beneath her.
“Now, let me see if you can guess where we get the delicious “champagne” and “caviar” from to keep Tania so well fed?” She paused as if waiting for Catherine to guess. “That's right!” She said as the camera zoomed in on the contents of the bowl, complete with a pair of black satin panties half submerged in it. Mistress XS' hand appeared in the bowl and she mashed the panties in the waste before gingerly lifting them out. “Now I wonder where I can hang these to dry?” She said to herself. “Oh, I know!” She purred, stepping towards Tania. “Look - they fit just perfectly over her head!” She said, placing them over Tania's head so her face disappeared beneath the full-cut seat of the drenched and revolting panties.
“And later on, we'll dunk them in the bowl again…” Mistress XS continued, “… and Tania can then clean them for me properly… with her mouth! I would do that now, but then she's already got two pairs in there already!”
Catherine could not look any longer; she felt sick to the core and paused the video stream. Although still horrified at what she had seen, what Mistress XS and presumably other members of Group XS had done to Tania and the prospect of what they were doing to other girls, she felt better for not watching more of the sick scenes in front of her.
Catherine also had two questions swimming round in her mind. Why had they sent her the message and what could she do about the Group this time? Obviously they had sent the message to intimidate her and probably to smirk at what they were doing with Tania, but the question still remained that in achieving this they had only exposed themselves to another chance of being prosecuted.
Catherine sat thinking what she should do next.
Date Wednesday 20 th October 20.28
Mistress XS watched Catherine carefully on the screen. She felt like she had just embarked upon a new and wonderful opening gambit in a game of chess and was sizing up her opponent to see how she would react.
“Aww! She turned it off; just as it was getting to the best part!” She said to Dr Saavik sitting beside her. “Is she going to turn it back on?”
“I think she will if you wait a while.” Saavik said. “The most likely reaction is that she'll relive the past for a while and then not be able to resist watching some more.”
Sitting alone in her apartment that was just how Catherine was reacting; she was just remembering back to how it all started.
An assault case in which she had interviewed the victim, Tania, an illegal immigrant who had been robbed at knifepoint one day, when returning home from a bar. Sadly, there was nothing unusual in her case, although it had been complicated by her lack of citizenship and the authorities desire to have her deported back to her native Russia .
It was while she was reviewing the evidence that the case against Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof first began.
The hospital report on the knife wound she had received in the struggle made mention of “ considerable scarring to the chest, back and body; consistent with a prolonged assault, even torture. The marks are historic and the victim was not prepared to give any indication as to their source or origin .”
Bearing in mind the attempts to deport Tania, Catherine had pursued this piece of information with vigour and, eventually, Tania had explained how the marks came about. Catherine was horrified as the story unfolded.
Tania, it seemed, had been held by the State Police in her native Russia where she had been “interviewed” by a man known only as Saavik. Saavik had extracted a confession from her with ease. He had inserted probes into her anus, vagina and even urethra, and attached metal clips to her nipples, breasts, lips and tongue. He had then sent jolt after jolt of current through her body, to such an extent that she had been sick with the pain, lost control of her bowels and bladder and eventually passed out. Under threat of more of the same Tania had confessed to a false charge and been sentenced to two years in prison. It was while she was in prison, the same place it turned out as the confession had been extracted, that the scars were inflicted.
Dr Saavik would regularly take girls from the prison, Tania included, to enjoy his “Private Parties”. Sometimes it was one girl, more often it was two or three, whatever, the experience for the girls would be the same. Dr Saavik selected the girls for the Private Parties and collected them himself. He would appear at the chosen girl's cell pushing a wooden crate on a trolley and announce with glee that she was "Coming to a party!"
Of course all the girls knew what this meant; even those who had never been to one had heard the tales of "Saavik and his parties!"
In Tania's case, the first time she had been taken out for a party, Saavik had opened the packing crate and said "Look! I've brought you some party clothes!" The party clothes turned out to be the start of Tania's nightmare.
Saavik had forced her to strip and put the clothing on. She had ended up wearing a strange set of lingerie made from thin rubber. Strange because she had never worn rubber before, also strange because it fitted so tightly, but most particularly strange because the girdle-style panties had a heavy rubber ring over her cunt and asshole leaving both exposed. To go with the girdle there were stockings and suspenders, also of rubber, and a matching bra. The bra was strange too, because it not only enveloped her breasts completely, crushing them together in the middle, but it too had a matching set of rings where her cleavage was, both top and bottom.
Next Saavik had produced her "Party Dress!" Far from being a dress, this was a heavy leather suit. Heavy black leather covered with lacing, straps and "D" rings, designed for one purpose only - bondage. Locked in a cell with the architect of her torture, Tania had no choice but to climb into the suit. As she did so she realised that the sleeves ended in gloves of a kind; gloves which forced her hands into immovable fingers and created the impression of her hands being permanently loosely clenched.
The legs ended in some kind of shoe which forced her to point her toes so that walking would be virtually impossible. But then Saavik had little interest in her walking.
Tania also realised that the suit had a large cutaway both where her breasts were and her ass was which meant that both rubber-clad portions of her body protruded through the leather creating the effect, in the case of her ass and between her legs, that she was wearing chaps.
Once Saavik was happy with the fit of the suit, it was time for Tania to have the hood put on her head, another leather creation which had openings for her mouth and eyes at least. There was a collar to go with it, however, which forced her head right up and prevented her looking down.
With Tania safely installed in the suit, Saavik was ready to add the gag and to add the bonds which would hold Tania securely.
Tania was gagged with what they call an open mouth gag, a huge ring with a plug in the centre going into her mouth, the plug locked firmly in place. Her bondage was predictably severe. Saavik emptied from the box a mass of leather straps and a strange metal bar which had a big ring in the middle and smaller ones at either end...
All Saavik now did was to stand Tania up, bend her right over so her knees touched her chest and wind three of the leather straps around her legs and torso so she was forced to remain in that position; ass sticking out and looking straight ahead of herself.
Next he placed the metal bar on her with the large ring around her neck. The smaller rings were meant for her wrists and it took no time for Tania to be fixed like a statue, her wrists spread either side of her head, her ass protruding and her legs, teetering on the ridiculous pointed shoes, her only method of staying upright.
It didn't take Saavik long to push her to the ground where she floundered like a beached dolphin. His final acts were to secure her ankles using a set of cuffs with a chain about 4" long between them, and to pull several dildos out of the packing case. The dildos, it transpired, had bayonet fittings which matched the holes at her mouth, ass, pussy and breasts; effectively they provided a "quick release" plug which kept her holes stoppered but, as she was to find out later, readily available.
The final item to come out of the packing case was a large rubber sack; not unlike a mail sack. Tania was destined to go into the sack which was then secured with a length of chain which pulled the neck of the sack together. Saavik then placed the sack containing Tania in the packing case for her journey! Just before he sealed the lid on the packing crate, Saavik spoke to Tania. "In case you haven't worked it out,” he began, "you are going to be one of the entertainments this weekend. You'll stay like that for the next day or so and provide me and my guests with a certain amount of relief, shall we say?" He laughed. "Bound like that you'll be able to waddle around the guests offering every hole for them to fuck - your ass, your cunt, your mouth, your tits... even both hands. Why, if you present yourself right you should be able to service 4 or even 5 at the same time! And when they get bored, they've still got your ass and tits to whip!"
With that he shut the lid on an hysterical Tania.
Having collected the first of his prey for his party, Saavik was in no hurry to return to his basement for his fun; the party wasn't due to start until that evening and he had the other girls to select. Tania was not to see them until later; instead she was to spend the day bound and gagged inside the box which Saavik moved many hours later.
When Tania eventually made it to Saavik's house, or wherever the party was held, she was stunned by the room into which she found herself being emptied from the box. She found herself confronted by Saavik in a stunning dungeon. There were no windows, stone walls and floor, small cages, instruments of torture all around, chains and ropes hanging from the walls and ceiling and the excited babble of a group of people.
Before she could take in more of the room there was an animalistic cry from her left and Tania spun round, as best she could, to see what had caused it.
What Tania saw made her go weak at the knees.
There was a beautiful statuesque woman standing there, holding a long thin buggy whip in one hand, dressed from head to toe in a black rubber catsuit and beside her was a girl, presumably one of Tania's prison mates... it was from the young girl that the scream had emanated. The excited babble came from the small group of spectators sitting watching the action.
The girl was hanging naked and upside-down from chains dangling from the roof, held there by her wide-spread legs, her arms imprisoned behind her in a single glove which made her elbows touch, and her back viciously arched by a rope which ran from her hair back up to the roof timbers. On each breast was a clamp from which dangled a chain which ran down to ringbolts in the floor.
"Let me introduce Mistress XS." Said Dr Saavik. "She's going to be punishing you and the other girls during our little soiree - she's well versed in all forms of severe punishment and, as a woman, seems to have much more interesting methods of punishing girls than I do."
Tania felt the cold grey eyes of Mistress XS fix onto her, eyes which were peering at her without pity through a leather mask with the initials “XS” in the centre. She saw hungry eyes, hungry with lust and hungry for pain...
Mistress XS didn't say anything; she stood with one hand on her hip and surveyed Tania without comment. Tania had to admire the firm figure beautifully encased in the gleaming black rubber and the blonde hair, held in a ponytail behind her back, which gave an unmistakable air of cruelty to her. Mistress XS fixed her steel cold eyes on Tania and she felt a jolt of fear run through her.
Mistress XS stepped over to Tania and said "Oh look! Dr Saavik has let...” she looked quizzically at Saavik.
"Tania." He said.
"Tania,” Mistress XS continued, "our fuck toy for this evening, out! I can't tell you much about Tania except she's kindly volunteered all her holes for our use this evening... so please don't disappoint her! She's kindly put this suit on so we can all play with her ahead of tomorrow when she will be entertaining us in different ways!"
There was a general chorus of approval as Mistress XS deftly reached a rope which hung from the ceiling nearby and clipped the end of it to the collar around Tania's neck, wound a ratchet on a pillar, and let the rope begin to tug her neck upwards.
Mistress XS smiled and came close to Tania, her hand gently stroking Tania's face she whispered - "Don't worry darling Tania... I won't punish you severely tomorrow..." There was a long pause. "I will punish you very severely! By the time I'm through with you, you're going to wish you had never been born and you'll piss yourself at the sight of me entering the room!
And do you know what?" She stepped back a little and laughed. "I get the most pleasure from hurting you when you don't want me to be doing whatever it is! So you can rest assured I'm going to be finding ways to hurt you you never dreamed of over the next couple of days, and the more you scream the wetter my pussy is going to get!"
She began to speak more loudly. "Now I need to get back to this piece of trash here... watch carefully cunt, this is what we call a mild punishment."
She turned back to the hanging girl. Tania's appreciative audience and Dr Saavik all seemed to lose interest in Tania.
"Now then - your new friend here seems to have made me lose count... I guess we'll just have to go back to the beginning."
The girl let out a plaintive wail. "Please noooooo!!! It was 18 Mistress."
"18 really?" Mistress XS said conversationally. "Well I'll tell you what we're going to do. We're going back to the beginning anyway and we're going to give you 10 extra for speaking out of turn, plus an extra 10 for questioning my decision... plus the 18 you claim to have had already. That makes 88 strokes I think, doesn't it you snivelling piece of shit?"
It was heartrending to watch what followed. 88 times the buggy whip landed between her splayed legs and 88 times the girl wailed and bucked like a banshee. Each time she bucked she managed to pull on her nipple clamps and on three occasions even managed to pull one right off. When she pulled one off Mistress XS simply put it straight back on and delivered five quick blows to the underside of her breasts to remind her to behave properly.
Tania had to look away as the torture continued, and what she saw made her feel even more petrified than she was already. Everywhere she looked there were instruments of torture.
When, at last, Mistress XS had finished with the sobbing and hysterical girl she let her down onto the ground and, still leaving her arms in the binder, made her kiss her feet.
Now I think you should also say "Thank you" properly slut to your new friend – that Tania cunt there - for making you take the extra stokes and kiss her too, don't you?"
The girl said nothing, but began to crawl as best she could in Tania's direction.
Tania had continued her tale and told Catherine how she had been raped, beaten, raped again and tortured for the fun of the guests at Dr Saavik's party. She had told how, at the end of the weekend, she had been returned to the prison for it all to happen again just a couple of months later.
On her next visit Tania had been unfortunate enough to find herself on her own with Dr Saavik, Mistress XS and a woman doctor, Dr Zorhof. If her last visit had been bad, it was as nothing compared to this.
Between them they had, literally, made her scream herself hoarse. She had been tied to a wooden frame and whipped from every angle. This whipping had been brutal and caused many of Tania's scars when they had used a whip made with bits of braided wire.
Dr Zorhof had injected her breasts, clitoris, vagina lips and other parts of her body with a toxin which made her feel like she was on fire – the toxin had worn off after 5 hours only for Dr Zorhof to administer an even larger dose!
Date Wednesday 20 th October 21.13
Mistress XS had become bored with watching Catherine contemplate her navel and was having some fun with the maid when Dr Saavik called her back to the screens.
Still sitting in her apartment, Catherine had realised that she had little alternative but to watch the rest of the video stream.
Sitting in the by now near dark room she had realised that if she were to do anything she would need to see the rest of the video and try to look for clues, not only as to the whereabouts of the new Group XS torture chamber but also for clues as to the identities of anyone on the video.
After that, Catherine resolved, she would go straight to the Police with her evidence and try to smash the Group once and for all.
Still feeling sick from what she had already witnessed, Catherine fixed herself a glass of wine and returned to the computer screen which still held an image of Tania hanging by her breasts with the revolting panties over her head.
For the hundredth time that evening Catherine wished Lynne were with her, not to ogle at the video, but rather as someone to share her pain at having to watch it. She moved the mouse and clicked on the play button to make the video continue.
The picture moved directly onto Mistress XS who was saying “… but come Catherine. I'm sure you are just dying to look round and meet some of our guests… I think you'll find we have a few surprises in store for you!”
“You know,” Mistress XS said, almost conversationally, as she led the camera forward. “You caused us no end of trouble with your investigations and trial… but in a way you have made our little group so much stronger and better equipped than before. You'll see what you have achieved for us as we go round… it's amazing what can be achieved with some real funding, and you don't know it, but we have received literally millions for this project!”
Passing out through the door Mistress XS announced that they were now in the "Bondage Room" which looked very similar to one of the rooms the Group had had at the farmhouse those years before.
There were still all manner of devices there, the strange cage, the wooden box, the leather suit hanging from the ceiling, the chair, all things Catherine had remembered from walking through the then deserted Group's headquarters. Despite the similarities to the old room, there was now one striking difference… they were now all occupied!
“We know how much our old Bondage Room fascinated you Catherine, Dr Saavik, our psychologist, has had plenty of time to study your notes while he has been in prison. He has told me that you may not have realised it Catherine, but you wrote not just of what you saw, but you let your imagination run away with you as to what it was like bound in here. We even know that you took some of the items from here for yourself!”
Catherine gasped involuntarily. How could they know that?
“You know…” Mistress XS continued, “… the things you keep in the case under your bed and play with sometimes with Lynne? We even know just how claustrophobic you found it wearing the leather hood you stole; but you also found it exciting, didn't you? It made your pussy wet and your heart race. Well can you imagine what it will be like to be bound in this?”
Mistress XS was standing beside the leather suit which, to judge by its shape, held am amply breasted girl mummified from head to toe! The suit had no arms, no legs, no openings for eyes or mouth; just an opening at the nose through which Catherine could hear the unfortunate girl's breath whistling. The outside of the leather suit was glistening black leather, smooth apart from the belts which encircled it every 3 or 4”. Mistress XS let her hand slide up and down the mummified leather form.
“I know you'd just love to be bound like this! Can you imagine not being able to move a muscle? Not being able to see or hear anything? Totally controlled in tight, hot, all-encasing leather? And, do you know, underneath all this her arms and legs are fitted into separate sleeves, her hands are laced into mittens, she's got inflated plugs in her cunt and ass and, of course, a jaw-breaking gag in her mouth. All this lacing,” Mistress XS pointed to the leather laces which ran up both sides of the outfit, was wet when it went on… as it's dried the suit has got tighter, and tighter and tighter!”
Catherine couldn't imagine what it would be like. As she tried to picture the girl's plight memories of wearing the leather hood came back to her and she was horrified to feel a stirring in her pussy… she was getting wet!
“You began to panic after 10 minutes in the hood! Can you imagine how it feels in here after 10 hours? A day? Even a week?”
Catherine caught her breath – not just at the thought of spending hours in such a predicament (surely it was a joke to say a week? Or was it?) but at the fact Mistress XS seemed to know so much… she had panicked the first time she tried the hood after 10 minutes and Lynne had had to take it off her!
“This poor girl, let's see, what her name is,” Mistress XS looked at a tag hanging from the girl's collar “… Michelle Dubois.”
Catherine stiffened. It couldn't be. Michelle Dubois was a young hooker she had successfully prosecuted a few weeks before. A pretty, vivacious teenager to whom the Judge had given a fairly soft sentence. Something like 3 weeks custodial as far as she remembered.
Mistress XS said “Yes, the very same! Thank you for prosecuting her… she has entertained us all admirably. Why only the other day she volunteered… or was it “was volunteered”… to test new whips and canes in front of all the members of XS. She then went on to beg to be raped by us all while hanging from the Parrot's Perch!”
Mistress XS continued without pause. “Well sweet Michelle here has been using the R&R facilities afforded by this suit for 18, no, wait!” She glanced at a clock on the wall “21 hours! Just imagine how hot, uncomfortable and sticky this becomes after that time!”
Turning her back on Michelle, Mistress XS went over to the cage. The cage with the inward facing spikes designed so that the occupant could only fit comfortably if she had her ass sticking out through a hole at the back and her tits through holes in the front where they fitted into shaped cups with more inward facing spikes. In the cage was a buxom blonde. Again Catherine did a double take. “Oh please God! No!” she thought to herself.
“I really need someone to help me demonstrate this piece of equipment,” Mistress XS said. “Perhaps the Doctor here would help me?” A man stepped into the picture. He wasn't tall, he was maybe 5' 9” or so, slightly thick set and had a hangman's hood on. With the hood it was difficult to tell, but Catherine's immediate reaction was “Dr Saavik!!!”
Reason took over. Saavik was safe behind bars, but everything Catherine saw about the man, his walk, his size and shape, even the assured arrogance of the man made her think it was him.
“Perhaps you could show Catherine how this device can be used – other than for storage Doctor?” Mistress XS said.
The man picked up a heavy leather strap. Catherine was not to know, but this was a fearsome strap known as the “Louisiana Prison Strap”. He began to beat a steady tattoo on the girl's ass where it stuck out of the cage. Each blow forced her to move and squirm in the tight confines, impaling herself as she did so on the myriad spikes.
While the Doctor beat his steady rhythm, Mistress XS said “Of course you know Raisa here don't you? She was your clerk for a few months until she returned to Czechoslovakia ? I know she'd like to thank you for the opportunity to visit your friends here instead, but, as you can see, she's can't talk right now!”
Raisa's mouth was covered by a shaped leather gag which came below her chin and up over her nose which peeked out through an opening in the leather.
“And then of course we can do this to her…” Mistress XS held two metal meat skewers which found their way in turn through each caged breast. “And then, of course, my medical friend, if you please…”
Unseen by Catherine, a woman appeared wearing a strap-on. The man who looked as if he was Saavik stepped back and allowed her to take centre stage. Catherine could only stare as the woman, dressed in nothing other than a pair of rubber briefs and a rubber bra, greased the dildo and unceremoniously rammed it home in Raisa's anus. She began steadily pumping away while Raisa was buffeted still further against the cruel cage spikes.
Rather like she was whispering a secret to a girlfriend, Mistress XS said to Catherine “Let's leave them shall we? The poor lady here hasn't been getting regular sex for a few years now… she's been in prison, you know!”
Catherine didn't know what to think. The implication was that Raisa was being raped by Dr Zorhof!!!... But she couldn't be... Dr Zorhof, like Saavik, was in prison!
They left the woman and Raisa pumping away and went over to the wooden box. “I wonder if you can guess who's in the box?” Mistress XS said, putting on the voice of a game show host. “No? Well then I'm sorry, you've failed to win today's star prize and will have to settle for a lifetime in Hell as an alternative!” By the end, Mistress XS's voice was back to its cruel self.
Lifting the lid a smiling Mistress XS let Catherine absorb the contents of the box.
Sitting behind her screen Catherine shook her head violently and screamed “No! Noo! Noooo!”
“That's right Catherine. You haven't heard from your little sister for a few weeks now, have you?”
Mistress XS stroked Catherine's younger sister, Georgina 's, cheek. “Well don't worry. She has learned some splendid new techniques while she's been here! You know, just a week ago, she performed a cabaret where she licked and sucked every guest and almost every prisoner off at a party? Why, she even then went on to provide the toilet facilities!”
Catherine could only stare in disbelief at her sister, strapped in the box.
Now she lay in the box, straps holding her body flat to the base, straps holding her arms to the sides of the box and her knees doubled to her chest. Across her mouth was a solid mass of duct tape. Her frightened eyes pleaded with the camera, and therefore with Catherine… to no avail.
Mistress XS bent down and stroked Lynne's crotch through the soft creamy silk of her panties. “You know Catherine, she insisted on dressing up for you… She tells me this is the lingerie you bought her for her last birthday!”
Catherine immediately recognised the soft silky underwear she'd bought for her sister.
“Of course,” Mistress XS continued, turning over the right bra cup “we had to make a few changes to it.” Inside the soft bra cup there was now a new layer of fabric through which hundred of little spikes protruded!
“But I must make an apology on my medical friend's behalf. You know she's been having to brush up her medical techniques on Georgina here, Georgina has been a model patient and helped with all sorts of things, and she even let my friend practice child birth with a rubber ball she inflated in Georgina 's womb… look!”
Mistress XS bent down into the box and pulled out a sheaf of photographs.
One by one she showed them to the camera. They started with Georgina standing wearing a “little girl” dress. All pink and frills, but way too short, her hair in pigtails, pink stockings showing under the dress, and carrying a tray with a large dildo, butt plug, various straps, a bottle of some kind and a coiled whip on it. In the next she was bent over a woman's lap, her frilly pink knickers around her knees, and she was obviously being spanked – her ass was red, black, blue and various shades of purple. In the next she was having a dildo inserted, and in the next she stood facing the wall holding her skirt up at the back.
The last three photos were the worst. They showed Georgina strapped to a gynaecological table, her legs spread wide and a look of absolute agony on her face. The woman Catherine had just seen was in the pictures too, her hand thrust into Georgina 's cunt as she pulled a rubber ball out. The last picture showed the woman as she held an enormous rubber ball aloft; just like she was showing a newborn baby.
“Of course, after that we needed to put a few stitches into her.” Mistress XS said as she threw the last picture back into Georgina 's box. Mistress XS then bent down and pulled the crotch of Georgina 's panties to one side to reveal her pussy, as she did so Catherine caught the glint of yet more little spikes in the gusset and screamed. She screamed not because of the spikes, but her sister's cunt beneath the panties… it had been sewn together from end to end by thread!
Having let Catherine absorb the stitches, Mistress XS let the lid of the box fall and shut the outside bolt.
Catherine, her trembling hand holding a glass of wine poised at her lips set it down and knocked both glass and bottle over as she ran to the toilet to be sick. The images of her sister had been enough to make her physically ill.
The video carried on relentlessly as Catherine was throwing up.
Had she been in the room Catherine would have seen the end of the video in which Mistress XS said “I hope you've enjoyed this part of the tour! There's much more to show you, and I'll keep you updated on the rest of it over the coming days. But for now let me make one thing very clear. One word to the Police, one word to your colleagues or any attempt on your part to bring Group XS down again will be very bad for your friends here… very bad indeed!” Suddenly all sweetness and light, Mistress XS signed off by saying “Till the next time Catherine!” And blew the camera a kiss.
The screen was blank as Catherine returned from the toilet. The scenes of Georgina and Raisa had been enough for Catherine to decide what to do next.
Picking up the phone, her hands now shaking uncontrollably, she dialled the number and began to speak through her tears. “Hello Police? I'd like to report a kidnapping!”
Date Wednesday 20 th October 22.50
The Police had responded to Catherine's call quickly, taking the kidnapping report seriously and turning out a senior officer together with a couple of detectives.
Catherine had explained everything to them, how she had been involved in the Saavik and Zorhof case, Mistress XS, Group XS and the fact that Group XS were alive and well and had now kidnapped Georgina and Raisa as well as Tania.
As she mentioned Georgina's name Catherine had realised there had been no mention of Georgina 's twin girls, Serena and Alex, and had added them to the list.
At first the detectives had taken notes and showed genuine concern but, when it came time for Catherine to show them the video, she clicked on the link and waited for the horrific video to support her tale. Instead of the screen showing Tania, Mistress XS and the others, it showed pictures of Tania smiling and laughing with friends back in her Russian home. The screen explained how Tania had left to return home and how happy she was to be back amongst her fellow countrymen.
Catherine was flabbergasted! She kept trying the link for the computer only to return to the same innocuous screen each time. The detectives closed their notebooks at that point and the senior one, Chief Inspector Kane, said to Catherine “May I ask you a question Miss?” He held up the empty bottle of wine and said “Do you drink much of this stuff? I appreciate your friend is away and that puts you under stress, and I will, of course, check up on all the other names you have given me, but at the moment I have to say it feels like you've had a little too much to drink and woken up having dreamt all this.”
That had been it. The Police had left convinced that she had fabricated the whole thing and Catherine had been left all alone facing a sleepless night ahead.
Date Thursday 21st October 08.30
Catherine must have fallen asleep eventually because she awoke with a start when the post fell through her door. Catherine looked at her bedside clock and saw that it was 8.30!
She was late for work!
Rushing she showered, dressed and left the house without any breakfast in record time, pausing only to grab the post and stuff it in her handbag as she left.
Date Thursday 21st October 09.20
It was still 9.20 when she arrived in the office and Catherine occasioned a few raised eyebrows, not only at her lateness, but also at her drawn and dishevelled appearance.
Ignoring the looks she received, Catherine went straight to her desk and fired up her computer. Pushing the pile of new files destined for her in-tray to one side Catherine began using the State Prosecution Service database to track Saavik and Zorhof – she was sure it was them she had seen in the video the night before.
The system took its time, nothing the State used worked quickly, and eventually she got the results back. Catherine was surprised at what she saw… in each case it showed them still held in custody and, also in each case, held in a secure facility for sex offenders and those with mental problems. Catherine was perplexed and began even herself to doubt what she had seen the night before.
By the middle of the afternoon Catherine's sleepless night was catching up with her. To try and wake her up she busied herself at her desk and remembered the post in her bag; this she pulled out to read. She was pleased when she found a postcard in the mail, but disappointed to find it was a card from Tania, who she'd seen on the video stream the night before, posted only three days earlier in Moscow and saying
“Hi Catherine, I'm having a wonderful time having moved back to be with my friends! You just won't believe the things I'm getting up to- they are really having a good time with me and, even though I don't always want to play their games, I cannot refuse. I'll email you some pictures so you can see what fun you'd have here as well. Love Tania”
Catherine recognised Tania's writing but also recognised the taunting words of Mistress XS in the card. “… having a wonderful time with me…” and “… I cannot refuse..” were not Tania's words Catherine was sure, but those of Mistress XS.
Catherine broke down in tears at her desk. Eyes all around the office turned on her and she could hear the office gossips' tongues wagging even as her phone rang. Pulling herself together she answered only to find it was Chief Inspector Kane.
“Miss Grace?” He said. “I've followed up on your report from last night and have to confess I can find no evidence that there has been a kidnapping. Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof are still in prison, we have found a letter from Miss Sarducci stating that she is leaving the country to return home and the Immigration Department records show that she did just that, Michelle Dubois is currently on parole and we have a report from a member of your own Department, Judge DeSade, that she has become a model citizen – in fact the Judge went so far as to say she had seen Miss Dubois only recently and had decided she need no longer report on parole and had simply bound her over.”
The Chief Inspector paused and said, “You see where this is leading us, don't you? Our records show Miss Raisa returned to Czechoslovakia when her visa expired… which only leaves your sister and her children. Have you, by any chance, any more news on her?”
Catherine shook her head. “No.” She said.
“It's only that our initial enquiries suggest that she may not want to be found. She's left owing money to her landlord.” He looked at his notes. “The Kellerman Foundation, and we've spoken to them and they tell us she was 4 months behind with the rent when she was seen packing the car with her belongings and the children. If we do find her, there's now a chance she'll be prosecuted for deception.”
“No, she wouldn't run away and not pay her bills, that's not like Georgina !” Catherine said. Looking for proof of Group XS Catherine picked up the card and said to Chief Inspector Kane, “Just listen to this postcard I've got from Tania – it's just taunting me!”
Even Catherine could hear the Inspector's scepticism as he asked her to read the card. When she had finished he said “Miss Grace. I appreciate you may wish to read the card in one way, for my part I have to say it sounds like a perfectly normal card and, at a guess, you are upset because your friend is away and you had too much to drink last night.”
Catherine interrupted, suddenly having another desperate thought. “But what about my friend – Lynne – she hasn't contacted me either. You check up on her and I bet you'll find she's been kidnapped too!”
“I'm sorry to have to say this, but I will not waste more time on checking up on someone who is on holiday; if I were I'd be wasting more valuable time! I not only intend to close the case but also send an official complaint to your Department head stating that you have wasted Police time.” The phone went dead.
Date Friday 22nd October 10.00
Catherine found herself being called into her boss's office that Friday morning and being given a letter which blandly stated that she was to be sent on “compassionate leave”, an office euphemism for “we don't want you here unless you sort yourself out” and requesting that she get a psychiatrist's letter stating she was in good health before returning.
So it was that Catherine found herself back alone in her soulless apartment staring at another email from TaniaSarducci@GXS.com .
With trepidation she clicked on the link and, sure enough, a new video stream started to load.
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