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 19

Date Sunday 24 th October 18.14

It was early evening and Catherine was dimly aware that it was getting dark outside before the camera was moved and Mistress XS reappeared. Catherine did not know that she had come from blasting the ass of Kelly, the hooker she had so miserably prosecuted a few days before.

“Now that's what I call a real rape, don't you?” She said looking at the hapless girl across the school desk, still being relentlessly pumped by her torturers. “She was quite frigid really when she came here, but she's quite a goer now, don't you think?”

“Have you worked it out yet? Who these 4 are, I mean? No? Well I guess I'm just going to have to make it easy for you then!” Mistress XS teased.

“Let me introduce you to girl number 4…” She walked across the dungeon, not as Catherine expected towards the cells at the back, but past the whipping horse and empty cage to where the inverted leather body bag hung! Catherine had assumed it was empty each time she had seen it before!

“This is girl number 4!” Mistress XS announced proudly. “Well not this, you understand, but the girl inside this! Dr Saavik put her inside this a couple of days ago. Now let's see if you can work this out. Dr Saavik put her in here because he's a sick bastard and loves it when our guests have phobias. This particular girl has claustrophobia, I mean really bad claustrophobia. She pisses herself at having the door closed on a large and well lit room; so you can imagine the fun she's having here!”

Catherine shuddered. She had once before come across someone like that, she was one of the witnesses in the trial who had been held by Group XS those years before. She'd been called Hannah Firman if Catherine recalled right, and already had the phobia when the Group abducted her.

Dr Saavik had been delighted to find that he had a phobia to work on; but, of course, far from working to make it better he worked on making it worse!

He'd found out from her that her phobia went back to when she was a little girl and she had been sent to stay at her uncle's after her parent's died. Her uncle had been a wicked man it transpired, a man right up Saavik's street, who had delighted in raping her and punishing her! Saavik had, naturally, found out all he could of the uncle's shenanigans and capitalised on them with the buxom petite blonde, Hannah.

Hannah's uncle had ruled her with a rod of iron, or at least a rattan cane, taking obvious pleasure in using the cane on her at every opportunity. He had also made her dress for him at all times when she was in the house as a little girl, or a caricature of one anyway. Her wardrobe at her uncle's house comprised nothing more than her school outfits and a collection of revealing satin outfits he demanded she wear with stockings, suspenders and high heels!

Her uncle would use the cane on her if she were late home from school, if she failed to get good grades, if he thought she didn't show him enough respect, virtually for any infraction of his demanding rules. And worst of all, he would take a sadistic delight in tying her up and putting her in what he called the “punishment box”, an old steel travelling trunk which sat at the foot of his bed, if he felt the punishment merited it.

This had been the starting point for Hannah's fear of enclosed spaces.

Saavik had, of course, delighted in capitalising on Hannah's background and made sure she was always tortured while locked in the smallest and tightest of spaces. He'd also made sure she was often dressed as a little girl. He had made sure Hannah had to fight for every breath when he left her incarcerated in some small and dark cell, relishing her panic attacks and inability to do anything about them.

Poor Hannah, Catherine thought, Dr Saavik had even ensured that she spent most of her time with Group XS on the inside of a range of horrific discipline hoods because he enjoyed the torment they gave her so much.

In fact, Catherine realised, they had kept Hannah in a suit not dissimilar to this; hooded, immobile, inverted and in terror for days at a time. When they released her they would make their ‘little girl' do the most disgusting and depraved things to avoid being put back in a hood and shut in an enclosed space. Invariably, once she had amused them for a while, once they had raped her and caned her they did just that! Her abject terror amusing the group of sadists.

If Catherine remembered right, Hannah's testimony at the trial had covered just such a situation like this, and she had detailed her fears and anxieties at the close confines in which she had been kept. She had told how they had restricted her breathing with a pitiless hood which had just two narrow nose tubes through which she could breathe. They'd fitted the hood with a re-breather bag, so she could only get fresh air with long slow breaths, and she repeatedly panicked and fainted inside her confines as she hyperventilated!

And then the penny dropped!

Catherine wondered how she had been slow to see the awful truth behind the scenes she had witnessed over the past 18 hours or so. She had to do a retake. Surely they couldn't have taken all four of the girls? But then they had already taken Lynne, Tania, Raisa and Michelle, plus they had somehow managed to get Saavik and Dr Zorhof free from prison; why shouldn't they add the others?

The certainty that she was right was only compounded as Catherine thought back to the trial. Beth had described the terror of the wooden pony from the witness stand; Emily the ordeal of being a rape victim for a Group XS party; Hannah her fear of enclosed spaces and particularly being confined in a bondage suit and hood; the other girl, what was she called. Katie Holmes, that was it, of Dr Zorhof's gynaecological tortures!

Mistress XS could obviously see that Catherine had finally worked it out. “I see you have figured it Catherine! It took you a long time, I'm surprised, I thought you were brighter than that! Isn't this nice? Katie, Emily, Beth and Hannah all enjoying a reunion party… it's such a shame you're not here to share it with them!”

“You can imagine the delight they shared when we first reunited them! Beth was just begging us to torture her fanny… That had fully recovered by the way, but I doubt it will so easily this time… but then I don't suppose we'll give her much of a chance!”

“Oh! But you missed a trick there you know. She's turned into an absolute stunner! Huge tits, lovely pert ass and legs to die for! In fact Dr Zorhof has taken her for her personal maid would you believe, I think it's quite a demanding job for her to judge by the amount of punishment Dr Zorhof's been giving her… but she does seem to be lapping it up! And talking of lapping, you should have seen Beth with Lynne a few days ago! They put a marvellous show on for us of fucking and sucking! It was so good in fact they had to perform an encore wearing those hoods you saw earlier - you know the ones with the dildos you pump to get air? – well the encore lasted all night and most of the next day!”

“Where was I, Emily, that's right! She was so pleased to find that the Group is bigger than before and that we had plenty more ‘members'…that's a joke by the way… for her to enjoy! And as for Katie, well she greeted Dr Zorhof with open arms and open legs, insisting the Doctor get to work right away on her insides!”

“Oh Catherine! It's been fabulous fun arranging all this for you. And don't think for one minute the surprises have stopped! There's a whole load more racked up for you.” She said threateningly.

“But let me tell you a little about Hannah's plight as you haven't seen it from the beginning so you can't fully appreciate it! I'd like you to be able to understand what it must be like for her, so you can imagine yourself bound like this one day!”

“Dr Saavik has been having so much fun with her you know! She's so pleased to be back with her ‘Uncle Saavik' you know! She's been skipping off to the School Room – that's a new chamber we have her which I'll show you later – and studying hard all day. She then comes back to her Uncle Saavik's room and dresses up for him. He's got some lovely outfits for her you know, all tight and revealing, I know Hannah thinks some of them are a bit restricting; but that's the way Dr Saavik likes them.”

“Unfortunately the poor girl hasn't been getting very good grades at school, so she's been spending quite a bit of time in Saavik's new ‘Punishment Box'. It really is a pretty wicked thing he's had made for her! If you can picture it, it's about the size of a suitcase with a box for her head on top, if that makes sense.”

“It's so shallow she can only get in it with her legs bent double and her knees either side of her head, while her arms have to be held behind her neck! Saavik's had the box lined with padded rubber so that when he forces the lid down, and boy does it take work to get the lid down, she's actually compressed immovably inside!”

“Of course, the box bit for her head is a bit restricting, it's got a built in gag and everything, but her ‘Uncle' keeps her nicely entertained while she's in there… it's got opening covers for her cunt and mouth (once he's got the gag out!), and Uncle Saavik lets anyone who drops by fuck one or other of her holes while she's in the Punishment Box!”

“But just for you he took her out of the box so you could see her as she described in Court, you remember don't you, when you sent my friends to prison? He put her in a pair of panties a bit like the ones you are wearing except with these there's a hose which comes from the ass and her catheter, bringing all that nice piss and shit back down to her mouth… Mmmmm!”

Mistress XS turned the suspended form through 180º so Catherine could see the heavy tube snaking from Hannah's crotch down to the face part of her hooded head.

“Her tits are compressed into one of our punishment bra's… all spikes and straps… and then we slipped her into a latex suit before she was laced into this leather suit. The latex suit has the sleeves on the inside so she can't play with herself; or do anything with her arms for that matter! Do you remember the leather suit we used on her before? This one is the same; it's made from rawhide which we soaked before we put her in it… it's fabulous! As the hide dries it shrinks until it becomes as tight as a drum skin! The rubber suit underneath means her sweat doesn't soak the rawhide and make it stretch anywhere.”

Mistress XS stroked the girl's leather-encased head. It looked like a leather ball it was so heavily padded, a leather ball with a tube going into it and a re-breather bag covering the nose!

“And this hood is heavy padded leather with straps which stop her moving her jaw or even twitching an eyebrow for that matter! Even though the hood is unpleasant enough, we've put this rawhide bag over the top which has slowly compressed the hood even further – if that's possible!”

She patted the dried rawhide and it made a tapping noise, like it was hard. “My! That's pretty tight… I'll bet she doesn't like that much! Anyway, Catherine. I'll leave you and Hannah to get reacquainted now. You can stare longingly at her but I'm afraid she won't be able to stare back. But just to keep the show interesting for you, I've got this enema bag here which we're going to use to keep her fluids up.”

Mistress XS held up a bulging plastic enema bag with a tube dangling from it. This she suspended above Hannah before plugging the dangling tube into a socket near her mouth. Catherine could see the brownish fluid fill the clear plastic tube as Mistress XS turned the tap on the bottom of the enema bag.

“I'm sure you've guessed that the liquid in there is full of nutrients! It's come straight from the septic tank and been run through a blender for her. Enjoy!” She said, stepping out of the screen and leaving Catherine to stare at the image of Hannah, hanging there in terror, immobile, encased and slowly drinking the most foul liquid whilst fighting for her breath.