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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 20
Date Monday 25 th October 05.30
Catherine stood in pain. Her arms had long-since given up the struggle to support her weight and now she hung from her wrists, her agonised feet taking the strain her wrists could not. She was still drinking her own piss in copious quantities and her ass, cunt and tits were still searing in an agony which was augmented by the electric shocks which regularly coursed through her tits and nether regions.
Catherine hurt. All she had to distract her was watching Hannah in terror and agony. By now Hannah had finished her ‘drink' and Catherine could only imagine what the girl felt like.
After so many hours standing in the same position, Catherine's body was wracked with cramps as she hazily realised that the pain was diminishing. Not in her wrists and feet, but there were signs now that the torturous drug was beginning to fade and the batteries in her shock boxes seemed to be running flat. Surprisingly, Catherine drifted off to a nightmare-filled sleep.
Date Monday 25 th October 09.25
The drawing room was full as Mistress XS and her colleagues watched the screen for Catherine's next big moment.
Date Monday 25 th October 09.36
Catherine's slumber was disturbed by a loud knocking at the door. She snapped awake to realise it was morning, the light was streaming through the top of her curtains. She dimly worked out it was Monday morning… she'd been here for 48 hours!
She wasn't expecting anyone? Who could it be? The knocking was insistent and after a few minutes ceased, to be followed by the sound of her front door being kicked open!
If Catherine was prepared to be set free, she was not prepared for the sight of Chief Inspector Kane and two uniformed policemen thundering into her living room!
Catherine died inside.
The chief Inspector took in the sight before him. The tortured girl, the empty champagne bottle, the picture of and the note to Mistress XS. He studied Catherine's predicament and the keys hanging just out of her reach.
While the ogling policemen found the keys and began to undo her locks, Chief Inspector Kane had pulled a camera from his pocket and taken several snaps. Catherine wasn't clear if he was simply a pervert or whether these would form some kind of Police evidence.
She saw his eyes focus on the computer screen and, to her horror, she realised it was no longer showing pictures from Group XS, but a screen entitled ‘self-torture…the guide to safe self-bondage'!
He studied the photograph of Mistress XS and Catherine's handwritten note in front of it; he picked up the pen and studied the inscription on it and then produced a series of plastic bags from his pocket into which he sealed the items.
“Miss Grace?” He eventually said. “I think you are sick and perverted!”
At last able to speak as the policemen gingerly removed the sodden wad of panties from her mouth, Catherine said, “But you don't understand! Mistress XS made me do this! She's got Lynne and she's now got the girls who were witnesses at the trial! Don't you understand? She's doing it all again!”
“All I understand, you horrible pervert, is that you sent me a letter saying you were being tortured by this ‘Mistress XS' and that you needed me to rescue you! I actually took it at face value when I got it and, as you can see, came over here with back-up, just in case. I can see I wasted my time, or, to put it more precisely, you wasted more of my time and that of these officers. You don't need me to tell you I shall again be filing a complaint against you with your employers and need to warn you that another incident like this and I shall be charging you with wasting Police time!” Chief Inspector Kane said.
“Good day Miss Grace!” He swivelled on his heels and left Catherine to sort herself out on her own.
Date Monday 25 th October 10.43
Alone in the apartment again Catherine wept uncontrollably. She felt abused, humiliated and degraded. She felt pain as she tried to remove the needles which had been so painfully injecting her over the past 48 hours; unbearable pain as each of the needles grabbed at her tender flesh unwilling to withdraw smoothly.
When at last she had freed herself of the needles she started looking for the keys for the padlocks which held her in the embrace of the leather shorts and bra.
They were nowhere to be found!
She might have been released from her bondage, but she was still wearing the painful leather lingerie. With tears still streaming down her face, Catherine began to gather up the detritus from her ‘self bondage', first emptying the water from the suitcase into the bath. As she did so, Catherine realised there was still an envelope and two unopened packages in the case.
Catherine took the case and it's unopened contents back to the living room and was about to open the envelope, in the hope of finding the missing keys, when a voice from her computer made her swivel round. It was a beaming Mistress XS flanked by a smiling Saavik on one side and an openly laughing Dr Zorhof on the other.
“Oh God Catherine! That was priceless!” Mistress XS said, struggling to maintain her composure. “Did you see the look on the Chief Inspector's face as he walked in? ‘ You horrible pervert!' Absolutely priceless… But seriously Catherine, you have to be more careful… that's the second complaint from the Police about you. You may lose your job unless you can pull yourself together!” Mistress XS gave up the struggle to retain her composure and openly laughed out loud.
Tears running down her cheeks, she said. “I see you've found the other packages. I know you want a bath and some sleep now, but before you ignore me I've got something to show you….”
The picture showed Lynne! She was standing over the wooden pony which had so recently been used to torture Beth! Her legs were yet to be drawn apart and, although there were no weights attached to her nipples, she was set up on the pony. For now she was just able to stand on tiptoe and avoid impaling her naked cunt on the needle studded edge.
“You go and have your bath and a nap and I'll set Lynne up on the Pony. I'll also have Dr Zorhof rip the ‘baby' out of Katie and we'll keep Hannah where she is for another week. Your choice, of course, but if you want to save Katie, Hannah and your dear Lynne then you need to do this next task for me!”
Catherine felt too weak to resist and began to cry. “Good, I'll take that as a yes!” Said Mistress XS. “Now open the envelope and the packages please.”
Catherine opened them. She was confused. She found herself with a number of pieces of paper, some sticky labels and a bundle of clear shiny black rubber.
“There's some text on the pieces of paper; I wonder if you'd be kind enough to write it on the labels please.” Despite the obvious politeness of the message, Catherine was left in no doubt as to whether she had a choice in the matter.
She was confused by the instruction. She was being asked to inscribe labels with various bits of text referring to the original Saavik and Zorhof case: it didn't make sense.
When she had finished she was instructed to go and find a pair of shoes, “Those nice high red ones you've got; you know, the ‘fuck me' pumps you used to wear for Lynne.” It scared Catherine how much these people knew about her life.
Once she had the shoes on, a painful experience with her raw feet, she was told to put the rubber clothing on over the leather underwear.
“First, the baby pants, please.”
Catherine found a pair of rubber pants in amongst the bundle of black rubber. They weren't all black, these were a large pair of shiny black rubber panties with red rubber frills across them!
She pulled the rubber pants over the top of the leather lingerie and was horrified how huge the made her ass look! The frills were enormous and stood out fulsomely from the underlying panties and, Catherine realised to her horror, they had white writing across the seat which ran through the ruffles and spelled the word ‘SLAVE' boldly across her ass!.
“Somewhere in there you'll find a collar with a gag attached. I'd like you to put that on next please.” Mistress XS said.
In amongst the mass of rubber, Catherine found the collar. It was a high, stiff, collar, made from leather covered in the shiny black rubber. Across the front it had “Group XS” inscribed on it in white letters and from it hung a large black rubber ball on a length of what looked like rubber pipe. Dangling down from it was another length of pipe with a box about the size of a cigarette packet at the end. From the box trailed two thin wires which ended in small plugs.
Catherine was perplexed as she put the collar around her neck, noting as she did so that this was another blessed device with a padlock instead of a buckle to fasten it!
Around her neck went the collar and she realised she was unable to look down, the neck was so high.
“Now, plug those wires into the two boxes on your left hand side, one on the bra and one on the panties please.” Mistress XS ordered.
Catherine suddenly had a bad feeling about this. The gag was now effectively attached to the electrical stuff which had been shocking her genitals and tits for the past hours. Fortunately the batteries had seemed to have died… that is until now. As she put the first plug in the box on her panties she felt an enormous jolt of pain shoot through her clitoris, cunt and ass. She let out a cry of pain.
“Oh! You poor thing! I should have warned you to put the gag in your mouth first… silly me.” Mistress XS intoned. “If you bite hard on that ball the pain should stop.”
Sure enough, once she'd crammed the over-sized ball in her mouth and was biting on it firmly the flow of electricity stopped as suddenly as it had started. “Clever, isn't it? It works on air pressure, just remember that, as long as you bite on it the electricity stops. As soon as you release your grip it'll start again. We use it here when we're trying to stop a slave from going to sleep; it's very effective, don't you think?”
Catherine could make no comment, although she determined to unplug both leads as soon as she had the opportunity.
“Right, you're almost ready I think.” Mistress XS hesitated and then said, “You've just got your coat to put on. We thought it might be wet, so we've provided you with a raincoat to wear.”
Catherine eyed the remaining bundle of shimmering rubber. The implication was obvious; she was going to have to go outside! It was also obvious to Catherine that there was hardly a cloud in the sky, and that the coat was for show rather than any form of weather protection.
She gingerly picked the coat up and began to look for the sleeves.
There were none!
Mistress XS obviously saw how perplexed she was, and interjected, “They're on the inside, you dumb ass!”
Catherine saw that running down either side of the coat on the inside there were two tubes of rubber which could be described as sleeves. She wondered how she was supposed to fasten the zipper at the front if her arms were to go in the sleeves.
“You'll need to go downstairs in a minute and get that nice doorman to do your zipper up; I'm sure he'll be happy to oblige!” Mistress XS said. “Of course, you have to ask him which means you'll have to take the gag out and ask him very nicely to put that back in your mouth as quickly as possible!”
She paused in her oration. “Now, I need to tell you what you're doing. I'm afraid I've been rather silly and posted the keys to your clothing to your office; you'll need to go there and pick them up!”
Catherine flushed bright scarlet at the thought of having to make her way to work dressed like this, along the crowded streets and into her office where everyone would see her! She was on the verge of letting the gag out of her mouth and, despite the pain she would receive as a result, telling the vile woman just what she could do with her fucking keys!
And then the picture changed to show Lynne, precariously balanced above the horse.
“I'll give you an hour. One minute later and you won't save Lynne, Katie and Hannah from their fate.” She said. “And do bear in mind we'll be watching you, so don't think of not doing as you're told!”
The screen went blank.
Catherine looked at the clock. She could be at work in 15 minutes and easily back in an hour. She'd save Lynne and just have to suffer the eternal embarrassment of parading in front of her colleagues dressed like a rubber slave!
She teetered towards the door on her heels, draping the rubber raincoat over her shoulders to preserve what she could of her modesty as she did so. Sadly, as she quickly realised, the coat fell far short of covering very much at all; it barely came below her waist once she'd got it over her shoulders, and her blush intensified as she realised anyone standing behind her would read the message on her ass and see her as a self-confessed slave!
She rode down to the lobby in the elevator, thankfully without bumping into any of her neighbours, and went nervously up to the man on the door.
His eyebrows and gaze told it all as she crossed towards him, all rubber, red shoes, collar and gag. She took the gag out of her mouth and immediately half doubled as she felt the electric pain shoot through her. “Please!” She said to the doorman, “Could you put this coat on me? I'm going to a fetish party but can't get it on by myself.”
She'd thought of the fetish party excuse as she rode down in the elevator. It had seemed convincing then but didn't now. The doorman's eyes told her he didn't believe a word of it. Nevertheless he obliged. He pulled the garment up onto Catherine's arms, having to tug a little as the sleeves were tighter than she thought, and then zipped it closed.
As he tugged it up, she could feel him pressing against her and was acutely aware that there was a growing bulge in his trousers! “Listen Miss.” He said as he pulled the zip up. “I'm not sure what you're into, but if you ever need someone to help you give me a call.” With that there was a sharp ‘click!' as he snapped the zipper shut.
“Cool!” He said. “It even locks on.” Thinking he was being funny he added, “I hope you've got the key somewhere!”
“Please!” Catherine said. “I don't have time – could you just put the gag back in my mouth so I can get on? I'm in rather a hurry.”
Once the gag was installed in place, Catherine hurried to the door and managed to swing it open with her shoulder, aware, as she did so, of the doorman's eyes following her every inch of the way. As if the embarrassment of the doorman seeing her were not enough, just before she got the door open, she heard him say, “Hello Mrs Sachs! Have you seen Miss Grace there? She's off to a fetish party… or so she tells me.”
Catherine didn't have time to hear anything more. It was enough to know that one of her neighbours had seen her too as she managed the door open and went out onto the pavement.
It isn't everyday you see a girl in a sleeveless black rubber coat making her way down the street. Certainly not one with “slave” emblazoned across her ass and wearing a collar and gag. For this reason Catherine felt every set of eyes on the street turn towards her and stare as she went past.
Poor Catherine. Not only did she have the stares of everyone on the street to contend with, she still had the office gossips to come.
Still, she thought as one passer by, presumably a tourist, pulled out a camera and took a series of photographs of her, at least I'll manage to save Lynne. With this thought in mind she hurried on to the sound of the avid tourist snapping away with her camera.
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