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 24

Date Monday 25 th October 13.45

Catherine looked at her watch – she had been 2½ hours!

She was relieved to be away from all the comments and stares she'd received on the street, but was dreading what she would discover was happening to Lynne as a result of her missing the deadline.

As she hurried through the lobby she at first ignored the doorman as he said, “Nice to see you back!” However, he brought her up short by continuing, “The locksmith came just after you left and repaired your door – I've got the keys he left somewhere here.” He scrabbled about on his desk before producing an envelope with some keys in it.

“And, I'm sure you don't mind; I let some delivery men use the service lift to take up your new furniture.” He continued.

Catherine did mind, but was in too much of a hurry to get back to her apartment – particularly now she knew there had been visitors; she had ordered no new furniture and had not asked a locksmith to call.

Having willed the elevator to go faster she opened her front door as quickly as she could using the two new keys. She now had a deadlock on her door to augment the night latch which had been broken when her door was kicked in by the Chief Inspector.

As she pulled the door to, she was surprised to find the lights were on in the middle of the day and, as she took in her apartment she let out a scream.

Her scream was matched by a laugh of delight from Mistress XS, Saavik and Dr Zorhof who were watching her every move from their distant dungeon.

Her apartment, the safe haven she and Lynne shared, had been transformed into a dungeon!

There was no light coming through the double doors onto the balcony because they had been covered with plywood adorned with straps, chains and hooks!

Where her settee had stood there was now a whipping frame; her lounge table had been replaced by a tiny cage; and her shelving unit was now adorned with bondage equipment – hoods, whips, crops, paddles, cuffs and chains.

The hoods were all neatly lined up along the top shelf, stretched over those polystyrene heads, like they use for wigs, and seemed to be staring mockingly at her. She recognised them all as styles of hood used by Group XS, all were evil, unyielding hoods designed to be locked in place and offer the wearer no comfort. The designs varied, one had a funnel coming out from the mouth, another a re-breather bag, a third had no apparent openings other than two tiny holes under the nose, while yet another was a transparent rubber hood with a complicated stainless steel fitting over the mouth..

She shuddered as she saw the line of stained and well-worn hoods, and remembered describing the use of similar hoods to the shocked jury in the infamous Saavik and Zorhof trial. She particularly remembered the jury's reaction of horror and revulsion as she demonstrated the transparent hood and the device to which it was designed to fit…

… onto the underside of a Perspex toilet! The wearer forced to swallow whatever was put down the toilet as fast as they could to avoid the transparent hood filling with the noxious contents of the toilet bowl!

Feeling sick at the recollection, she turned away from them and saw, hanging from the beam she had been tied to not so long ago, a leather bodybag dangling from a length of chain.

Going into the bedroom, Catherine was immediately assaulted by the smell of rubber and leather.

This room too had been dramatically changed. Her and Lynne's bed was still there, although now it was festooned with chains, their bedside tables had gone and there were familiar ‘storage boxes' there – boxes similar to those the girls had been locked inside for punishment by Group XS.

She opened the wardrobe with a sense of trepidation – she couldn't see where the all-pervading smell of rubber and leather was coming from – and stepped back in horror. All her clothes had gone!

They'd been replaced with a plethora of rubber and leather bondage and fetish clothing! In fact, she could see nothing which represented “normal clothing” save, perhaps for one powder blue suit hanging amidst the outlandish outfits. On the floor of the wardrobe, all of her shoes had been replaced with obscenely high stilettos designed to lock in place!

She left the wardrobe open as she went to her knickers drawer.

‘Please, don't let them have been in here!' She thought to herself as she wrenched the drawer open.

They had, of course. Catherine felt violated as she realised that everything of hers had gone form the drawer, only to be replaced with Group XS's obscene versions of underwear. She pulled a pair of red satin panties from the top and immediately regretted it; hidden within the lacy frills were masses of little spikes, and she pulled her hand away quickly. Picking them up more gingerly, she found they not only contained spikes, but also dildos and had locking straps around thighs, waist and through the crotch.

The drawer below contained more of the same; only these were leather creations. Beneath that she found a drawer full of obscene rubber panties and in the final drawer she found evil bras, suspender belts and stockings.

In Lynne's drawers, there was still more. This time little in the way of underwear, apart from one drawer which seemed to contain diapers and plastic panties, with the rest filled with more bondage gear, dildos, strap-ons and the like. In one of the drawers she found a version of the infamous punisher strap-on together with various syringes, needles and carefully labelled bottles of noxious chemicals.

Close to tears at the thought of what had been done to her and Lynne's apartment and their stuff, Catherine went back into the living room to collect the keys for her underwear. She felt the need to strip and wash herself clean.

If she had expected the bathroom to be untouched, she was sadly mistaken.

Squeezed between the toilet and the bath was a throne-like chair which sent a shiver down Catherine's spine. Gingerly she lifted the padded seat of the chair to reveal the Perspex bowl underneath… at the base of the bowl there was the counterpart to the transparent rubber hood's mouthpiece together with the straps designed to keep a victim's head immovably in place.

As if that weren't enough, the shelves in the bathroom were now piled with various rubber devices with sinister tubes, catheters and gags with fittings for the tubes.

With little heart to clean herself, Catherine removed the locks on her underwear and stood naked under the shower, her body relishing the fresh clean water. As she stood in the shower she tried to think what she should do next, and realised her first problem was with what to wear next!

Having dried herself, carefully avoiding too much pressure on her sore tits, back and pubic region, she was pleasantly surprised to see her towelling robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. It gave her a moment of pleasure to realise that the Group XS visitors to her apartment had missed something! She put her arms into the robe, savouring the familiar comfort of her own clothing, and started to tie the cord around her middle. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she realised that they had not missed even this item of her personal clothing.

Her breasts stared back at her, exposed by the two gaping holes cut in the front and, as she turned around to examine the back, she saw her ass through the hole cut in the back.

Catherine wept openly as she tried to cover herself with the robe and went back into the living room. There to greet her was a smiling Mistress XS.

Catherine screamed and raced to the wall to rip the computer's plug from the socket. “I wouldn't do that, if I were you!” Mistress XS said. Catherine ignored her and yanked the cable from the wall, the screen going blank and the computer's soft hum disappearing into an eerie silence.

She breathed a sigh of relief. At last she felt as if she had some control over what happened to her, even if this route would not help Lynne and all the others. She was relieved to find there was still some wine in the fridge, and opened it with shaking hands as she desperately though what to do next.

“Of course you can always just have a drink and pretend I'm not here.” Mistress XS's disembodied voice said from Catherine's computer speakers. “But if you do, you can expect to receive Lynne's breasts in the post tomorrow!”

Catherine dropped her glass, in sheer terror.

“Now, why don't you be a good girl and turn your computer back on. I'd like to have a little chat.”

Date Monday 25 th October 14.25

If Catherine had just received a terrifying shock, so too had Becky Meyer and Alison Wells.

They were both still in the Nazi dungeon, where Judge and Mrs Kellerman were acting out their interrogation fantasies on the two girls. Unfortunately for the girls, both had given different stories to escape further torture; Alison had protested her innocence and accused Becky of being a traitor, a spy, anything which stopped her previous torture; Becky had accused Alison.

Now they found themselves on the horns of a dilemma. As Mrs Kellerman set Alison face-down on the upper bunk, the Judge, resplendent in his Nazi uniform, had explained to the girls their problem.

“One of you must be lying!” He said. “You, Alison claim you are innocent, whereas you, Becky, claim she is not.” He turned on his heel. “Who am I to believe? My only course of action is to interrogate you both together until you are singing with one voice…”

At first Alison thought the solution was simple; she would simply confess that she had lied to escape torture and that would be the end of it. Sadly, the Judge was more devious than that, as she discovered when he continued.

“...But I should warn you, that which ever of you has been telling me lies will be severely punished.” He paused for dramatic effect. “The one who has been lying will be sentenced to life, down here in the dungeon, and be shown no mercy whatsoever; in fact, whichever of you it is should know your new home will be a pit in the ground where you will spend your time bound and gagged in the most horrible ways we can devise, wallowing in your own shit and piss; that is when you're not being tortured up here to within an inch of your life.”

“The one who turns out to have been telling the truth, however, will be allowed her freedom.” He knew this last statement was a lie. No one was ever allowed their freedom from the clutches of the Group; once they were too used, beaten and broken to be of interest to the Group, they were packed off to one of the specialist facilities dotted around the world, where they would spend the rest of their miserable lives entertaining other sadists.

For Alison and Becky, however, the prospect of a chance for freedom was too great for them to want to squander it. Thus the stage was set, much to Judge and Mrs Kellerman's delight, for the girl's to compete with each other to stick to their stories. For the Kellermans it was a game; for the girls it was about survival.

While Judge Kellerman had been talking, his wife had been busying herself with the girls. Having secured Alison to the wire of the bed frame above Becky, using thinner wire which she twisted in place so it bit deep into the girl's flesh, her ankles and wrists fixed to the four corners, she began to join the girls together.

They were fixed so they mirrored each other, one looking down and the other up, both in terms of the bondage and their metal rings. Each girl had the same 13 rings in her abused body, and it was these Mrs Kellerman began to fix together.

Using lengths of chain she padlocked first one end to Becky's tongue ring and then pulled the chain tight to Alison's tongue ring where it was padlocked so each girl had her tongue extended to the full. There was much moaning and groaning from the girls, but Mrs Kellerman was undeterred as she repeated the process with all the other rings. By the time she had finished there were 12 lengths of chain running between the two girls, the rings above and below their anuses sharing the same chain, with a tight cluster around their genitalia and faces.

Twelve taut metal chains fixed the frightened girls together, each bound with wire to the metal and wire bunk bed frame. It was no surprise then, when Mrs Kellerman wheeled the trolley bearing the sinister black box beside the bed.

Both girls were familiar with the device, and the pain it could cause, and had been on the receiving end of the dreadful pain as Mrs Kellerman's fingers danced across the dials and switches. Neither had been in a position to watch the needles on the two displays – one marked “Amps”, the other “Volts” – as they leapt wildly from side to side.

Now, instead of fixing the clamps and probes to the box, she ran a heavy cable from the box, rather like they use for jump-starting cars, and clamped it to one of the uprights of the bed. Then she got two more cables, each with a wand-like tip and attached these to the box.

She was almost ready. By the time she had donned a pair of heavy rubber gauntlets, just to make sure she didn't give herself a shock, and pulled a chair close to the bed frame, she was ready to start conducting her sonata of pain.

She flicked the ‘On' switch and the room was filled with a soft humming. After adjusting the dials she was ready and nodded to her husband as she held one wand in each hand.

“Now,” He said, addressing the two girls, “I'd like you to tell me which of you is the spy, and which is not.” He paused while the girls garbled their innocence to him.

Then Mrs Kellerman touched the two wands to two of the chains. The one in her left hand touched the chain connecting the girls' anal rings while her right hand touched the one between their tongue rings. There was a spattering of sparks as the rods made contact and the electricity surged along the chains and through the bed frame. For a moment it seemed as if the girls were not affected by the current, then, as their bodies registered the terrifying jolt of electricity, they became rigid before starting to tremble.

Mrs Kellerman held the two wands steadily against the chains, a faint smile of pleasure on her face as she did so. To her the two girls, each emitting low groaning sounds, were a site of pure pleasure and she held the wands in place for a full 20 seconds. As she did so she felt a huge wave of sexual pleasure course through her body and became aware that her juices were flowing freely into her panties.

The smile on her face intensified. Not only would they make a nice treat for someone to lick clean, but also she knew she would need to have some serious attention before long. Perhaps, she thought, she'd face fuck one of these girls later while she brushed acid into her peeled tits.

Once the electricity had stopped the girls were free to scream. Each let out a plaintiff wail before sobbing and pleading for release.

“Just tell me which is the spy, and it'll all be over.” Judge Kellerman explained. He waited for they're indecipherable babble to subside before signalling to his wife.

This time she used both breast chains to conduct the current with similarly spectacular results.

On and on the electrical torture went. The current was slowly increased as the girls grew tired and their reactions lessened. The sparks grew larger and more intense and the wet patch in Mrs Kellerman's panties grew larger too: much larger.

In the end the girls were spent and it was questionable whether either was fully conscious.

“You know what?” Judge Kellerman said as he surveyed their almost lifeless bodies. “I think I'm inclined to believe you both…”

In her dark world of pain, Becky saw a glimmer of light. Perhaps he would set them both free!

“… which makes both of you spies!” He smiled broadly. “That means both of you get the life sentence!” He paused as if he'd had a sudden thought. “Of course, we only have one pit in the floor. But never mind; I'm sure we'll manage to squeeze you both in somehow!”

The glimmer of light faded into blackness for Becky.