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 23

Date Monday 25 th October 13.25

Mistress XS was leaving the Rubber Dungeon.

She'd just been told that Catherine was making her way back to her apartment when she spotted a pair of frightened eyes staring at her from behind a gas mask.

She hadn't seen the girl when she came in; she was sitting inside a small box with just her head protruding; her wide eyes staring through the glass panels of a black rubber gasmask strapped to her head.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Mistress XS said to her. The girl, of course, couldn't answer. Turning to Ilsa, she said, “Who is she anyway?”

“One of those two hitchhikers the Sheriff brought in, do you remember?” She replied. There was a look of recognition on Mistress XS' face as Ilsa continued, “Both as dumb as each other! Tried to hitch a lift from the Sheriff as she rolled by on an empty road! This one's Elissa, the other one's Kara.”

Mistress XS looked around, “Is she here too?” She asked.

“No, she's in with Sheriff Judy down the corridor, she's taken quite a shine to her and is keeping her nicely tied up!”

Sheriff Judy had a penchant for bondage, and played with victims in her domain; the Bondage Suite. Being ‘nicely tied up' by the Sheriff meant that Kara was probably at this very moment bound with 150ft of rope in some elaborate Japanese Shibari tie, shrink wrapped inside a plastic sheath, wrapped with 30 leather straps and then sealed inside a leather bondage bag!

Which is precisely where she was. Cramped, constrained and contorted for the Sheriff's pleasure. Had anyone visited the dungeon three doors down at that moment they would have found Kara stretched out on a bench in her infernal bondage bag, ropes, straps and plastic with just her face protruding through an oval hole in the leather bag. Her face was protruding because the Sheriff was writing up some of her reports and needed somewhere to sit.

She'd spent most of her weekend co-ordinating a fruitless search for the two missing girls, and had decided to escape to the peace and quiet of the Bondage Suite so she could write up her report. As she sat writing she realised she'd spent the weekend either looking for the girls (or pretending to at least) or playing with them at Group XS; which meant she'd been sweating and creaming for three whole days without washing.

Sheriff Spite put down her pen and patted the smooth leather-encased head between her thighs, “Hope you're enjoying it down there!” She exclaimed. “You can probably tell, I've been sweating my butt off for the last few days trying to find some dumb-ass girls who got themselves lost while hitch-hiking!” She wriggled her naked ass on Kara's face and glanced down at the pool of satin round her right ankle. ‘They must be gross by now!' She thought to herself, making a mental note to gag Kara with them later.

“Yep! Once I finish this report I'm gonna have to pack you up again till tomorrow sometime, but don't you worry your sweet little face about it; I'll make sure you're nice and snug before I leave you!” Her eyes darted towards a casket-shaped box a few feet away. “Yep, you'll be safe and sound.”

Unaware of Kara's plight, her friend Elissa was about to discover that it was worth not attracting Mistress XS' eye.

Mistress XS glanced at her watch and figured she had a few minutes before she had to see Catherine, so she bent down and unbuckled the gasmask, taking little care not to get the buckles caught in Elissa's blonde curls. As she pulled the mask away, she admired the pert beauty of the girl's face, or that part of it which could be seen above the rubber gag anyway.

She ran her fingers through the girl's tresses and said, “Didn't your Mummy ever warn you about the dangers of hitch-hiking? She should have told you that a beautiful girl like you could end up in the hands of a vile sexual monster,” there was a note of glee in her voice, “who would tie you up, beat you, torture you and then rape you… like me!”

Turning to Ilsa she said, “I've got stuff happening with Catherine soon, and I can't be back until tomorrow, but I'd like to get better acquainted with Elissa here. Tell me, she's been with Judy in the Bondage Suite since she arrived, hasn't she?”

“Yes.” Ilsa said, “She only arrived here a few hours ago, so we haven't done anything with her yet. All I've done is put the gasmask on her; I thought she'd enjoy the smell of rubber!”

“What had she been up to with the Sheriff before she got her, do you know?” Mistress XS asked, a glint coming to her eyes as she spoke.

“I've no idea.” Ilsa said. “Mistress Spite just asked if we'd like her here for a while, it seems she's rather busy at work at the moment because of this one and her friend and she hasn't got time to play with them both.”

“Well why don't we hear what's been happening to her from the horses mouth?” Mistress XS said, a smile coming to her lips as she spoke. Bending down she unbuckled the gag across the frightened girl's face and pulled it free. The strap came free, but behind it the girl's mouth remained sealed by several strips of duct tape.

Mistress XS could have peeled these away carefully, but instead she ripped them steadily, not too quickly, to prolong the pain of their removal. Once the tape was off she pulled out three wads of cloth and a puddle of Elissa's drool which spilled onto the top of the box.

“Pleeeeaaase!” Elissa said almost immediately, tears welling up in her eyes. “Let me go! I won't tell anyone, I just want to go back to my Mummy and Daddy!”

Mistress XS ignored her pleas and was studying the wads of cloth she'd pulled out of the girl's mouth. “These are nice,” she said, sounding conversational and holding up the first wad, which turned out to be a pair of sodden girl's panties made from black satin with a red heart on the front. “Are these yours?”

Elissa ignored the question and carried on sobbing. “Pleeease! Let me go, I can't move!”

It was a mistake, as Elissa was about to learn, to ignore Mistress XS, who swung round on her and whipped her defenceless face with the sodden panties. Left, right, left, right, she swung, hitting the girl a dozen times before stopping and saying, “You'd better learn to fucking listen to me around here!”

Elissa was openly crying, both from the stinging of the sudden attack and her feeling of vulnerability. Changing like a chameleon, Mistress XS bent down beside Elissa and stroked her face. “There, there.” She said, her voice almost soft. “It'll be alright as long as you do as you're told.”

“Now, I asked you a question. Are these your panties?”

Elissa shook her head and was going to stop there. Seeing the look in Mistress XS' eye she mumbled, “No, they're Kara's. The Sheriff lady took them from her rucksack.” As if the memory of her abduction and the past days were flooding back, she began to cry openly again. “They… they were…” she said through her sobs, “dirty pairs, Kara had worn for hiking. The lady made Kara do her toilet on them before she put them in my mouth!” She dissolved into tears.

“You poor thing.” Mistress XS said, carrying on her pretence of concern. “She made her piss and shit on them before they went in your mouth, did she?” Kara nodded silently, her eyes screwed up as if she were trying to blot out the image. Mistress XS made a show of holding the panties out and examining them, “Well I must say you've done a very good job on cleaning them,” she continued,“ why, I bet Kara wouldn't even know they'd been dirty if she wore them now!”

She threw the panties down on the floor and said, “And you are how old, Elissa?”

Elissa mumbled, “Sixteen.”

Mistress XS slapped her face again. “Speak up! It's sixteen Mistress!”

“Sixteen Mistress!” Elissa said, panicked by the slap.

“And have you, you know, been with many boys?” She asked.

Elissa flushed as she said, “Two Mistress.”

“And how about girls, I'll bet you and Kara played around a bit; especially when it was just the two of you in the tent!”

Elissa didn't want to answer, but when she saw the steel grey eyes bearing down on her she said, “A little, Mistress. We kissed and… you, know…”

“Go on, Elissa.” Mistress XS encouraged, her tone once again soft.

“We... played with each other… you know, between the legs.”

“You mean you masturbated each other?” Mistress XS said. “And did you kiss each other down there, between the legs?” The answer was obvious from the way Elissa flushed from a soft pink to a bright scarlet.

Mistress XS changed her tack. “Let's get you out of that box, shall we, and have a look at you?”

The relief was obvious on Elissa's face; even though she'd witnessed the beating of Kelly, she still half hoped she was being set free.

The two women unlocked the front of the box and swung the two doors open. This didn't release Elissa, they still had to unfasten the slide part of the top forward to release her neck. Together the women hauled Elissa out of the box and stood her up.

She looked a picture.

Once they had her out it was clear why the Sheriff had taken the opportunity to give Elissa and her companion ‘a lift.' She stood about 5' 2” tall and had one of those slender frames with a perfectly rounded ass and huge breasts. For a sixteen year old they were finely formed and, Mistress XS guessed, must have been an EE cup.

Her blonde tresses came down to her shoulders and her bright blue eyes, dulled by her circumstances, shone through the dark rings and smudged mascara round her eyes.

Sheriff Spite had not been too harsh on her, by her standards at least, in her bondage – perhaps a sign that she really wasn't able to afford the time to the girl's torment while the investigation was on. Whatever, Elissa stood before the two women stark naked and tied with yard upon yard of hemp rope. It was one of the Sheriff's elaborate Japanese rope ties; her arms secured to her sides and ropes framing her breasts and criss-crossing her body.

As Mistress XS circled the girl, she noted that there was little or no sign that she had actually been physically abused yet; something she would enjoy attending to. It was always nice to have a victim whose body was a blank canvas for the tortures she enjoyed inflicting. She patted her bottom and said “I'm going to enjoy giving you a spanking when we next meet… one like I've just given that girl over there!” She said, indicating Kelly who was still bound and sobbing across the room.

“Please. No!” Elissa exclaimed, this time forgetting to address her as ‘Mistress' and earning herself another couple of slaps.

“Oh yes!” Mistress XS said, before adding menacingly, “But I'm going to save the best punishment for these…” And grabbing her plump, ripe breasts in both hands and giving them a firm squeeze.

“Do you have any idea how many ways I can torture these?” She said as she shook the girl's breasts, her grip unyielding. Elissa screwed up her face in pain and only managed to shake her head to say she didn't.

“You'll find out!” She said. “When they're nailed to a spiked board and I'm using a cane on them!”

Elissa wailed then. “Please, noooooooo! Please just send me back to my Mummy!”

Mistress XS continued, after slapping her again for forgetting Mistress, “Ahhh! Do you hear that Ilsa, she wants her Mummy!” Ilsa smiled in acknowledgement. “Well, Elissa, you'll be delighted to know we can fix you up with a Mummy and a Daddy; in fact several of each! Once you've spent a few days here, and sampled the delights of a proper beating, Ilsa will see that you go and stay in the Age-play Suite just a few doors down the corridor. Won't you Ilsa?”

“But you need to be careful. The Mummies and Daddies there aren't too kind on naughty little girls; girls who sleep around and play sex games with other girls. Girls who don't listen to their parent's advice and accept lifts from strangers.”

Elissa was sobbing and shaking.

“No, in fact,” Mistress XS continued, “you'll probably find yourself getting tortured by them… before they fuck your brains out!”

“Tell me Elissa, have you ever ridden a pony?” She asked, her voice suddenly changing back to the calm persona she had used earlier.

Elissa seemed startled by the unexpected question. “Yes.” She said, remembering to add the “Mistress” just in time to avoid another slap.

“Good.” Mistress XS said, catching Ilsa's eye who, from her expression, obviously knew where this was headed. “Then you'll enjoy the chance to find out what it's like to be one, won't you?”

Elissa looked even more perplexed,

Turning to Ilsa she said, “I'm going to talk to Catherine now, and won't be back to blast this sluts ass and tits until tomorrow. In the meantime, I think she'd enjoy being a ponygirl, don't you?”

Ilsa beamed and agreed.

Turning back to Elissa she stroked her face and said softly, “You're so pretty and I love your hair - I bet you've spent a long time growing it like that, haven't you?” Elissa nodded silently.

“Awww!” Mistress XS continued. “It's such a shame to have to cut it all off!” She turned back to Ilsa, a broad and evil grin across her face, ignoring Elissa's cries of protest, and said, “I'd like you to give her a complete depilatory, and then remove any grease from her skin with alcohol. I want her to be able to feel the nice rubber all over her body.” She looked around the room.

“Then, I'd like you to dress her as a ponygirl in the tightest rubber you can find; I don't suppose she's ever been properly dressed in rubber, let alone one of your rubber bondage get ups, so it should be an interesting experience for her to have 2 or 3 layers.”

She was ignoring Elissa as she issued her instructions. “I especially want her to have one of those fabulous hoods you and Lisa enjoy so much, the ones with the gel hood on the outside and the discipline and thin hoods underneath?” Satisfied Ilsa knew which ensemble she was talking of, she continued. “Make sure she gets to enjoy the rubber as she does a few circuits of our track…”

She looked across at Kelly. “I'm sure she'd enjoy riding along behind Elissa in the trap! You've got that here somewhere, I'm sure, I'm sure she'd find it took her mind off things to go for a ride.” She laughed, thinking through the torture she was about to inflict on the two girls. “Yes,” she continued, “I'm sure Elissa can manage 8 hours on the track; you'll just need to make sure she gets plenty of fluid during that time. I'm sure she'll learn to love the taste of piss!”

With that Mistress XS sashayed out of the room to go and talk to Catherine.

Date Monday 25 th October 13.40

Mistress XS arrived back in the main playroom and was delighted to find Dr Zorhof finishing off her macramé on Katie's cunt, Lynne bobbing up and down on the pony, Hannah still hanging in the leather bodybag and her next victim all ready and waiting.

Dr Saavik was deep in conversation on the phone and standing in front of a bank of screens on the wall, each showing a different shot of Catherine's deserted apartment. He waved as she entered and wound up his telephone conversation.

“Hi!” He said. “That was Mrs van Pelt on the phone, “ he said by way of explanation, “ she's followed her most of the way back to her apartment and reckons she'll be back in 5 minutes, that is unless she's decided to stop and do some shopping on the way!” He laughed at his joke, before continuing more seriously. “I gather she came out of the building in some state and has attracted more than a few stares and comments!”

“Poor thing!” Mistress XS said sardonically. “She's late, upset, her girlfriend is being tortured and things are about to get worse!” She was staring closely at the screens. “They got everything done then?”

Saavik smiled reassuringly. “They had plenty of time. Don't forget, we'd planned on them having an hour and they got over 2.”

She looked pleased at the results and turned away from the screens to Tania who had been installed in the dungeon for the next part of the show. “I think we could start now.” She said picking up a rattan cane which lay beside the girl.