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 25

Date Monday 25 th October 14.35

When Catherine got over her shock at hearing Mistress XS' voice, she plugged the computer back in the screen sprang instantly to life with a picture from the XS dungeons; even before her PC had finished starting up. As she stared at her tormentors, she realised this meant they were now somehow plugged directly into screen.

Mistress XS was dressed in black rubber – bra, panties, stockings, even a suspender belt and gloves – which, under normal circumstances, Catherine might have found sensual. She had her back to the camera when the screen came on, and appeared to be standing in front of school desk or similar with a thin cane in her hand. As Catherine watched she raised the cane high above her head and brought it down ferociously hard on the top of the ‘desk'.

There was a heavy ‘Thwackkk!!!' followed by a sickening muffled scream.

Mistress XS moved to one side to get her next blow in and this enabled Catherine to see that she wasn't standing in front of a school desk, but rather a frame under which a girl was lying with her feet lifted up and locked through a set of stocks. She was using the bastinado on the girl's feet!

Catherine had been told by the girls at the time of the court case just how painful this punishment was, that afterward your feet hurt for days, standing was difficult and walking damn near impossible.

‘Thwackkk!!!' The bastinado landed again. Again there was a blood-curdling scream. ‘Thwackkk!!!' ‘Thwackkk!!!' ‘Thwackkk!!!'

Catherine could see the recipient of the bastinado trying in vain to move her feet, however the stocks held firm and her torso had been so firmly strapped her struggles barely elicited any movement. Catherine studied the girl being beaten and realised that her body, legs and breasts bore the tell-tale signs of having been whipped with the wire whip. As the camera moved in she was able to see words tattooed on her body… it was Tania!

Mistress XS must have received some unseen signal that Catherine was watching because, without looking up or even stopping her beating, she said “Ah Catherine! So glad you decided to join us again… it's just such a pity you weren't back in time!”

Then she did stop and turned to face the camera. Catherine could see the evil sadistic glint in her cold grey eyes as she continued. “I promised that if you weren't back in time I would let poor Lynne and the others suffer – and I never go back on my promises…”

“Please… nooooo!” Catherine said to herself without thinking that Mistress XS would hear her.

“What's that? Are you pleading for them? Well perhaps we'll have to see if there is some way you can lessen their punishment – but mark my words; I said lessen not prevent! But while I think about it perhaps you'd like to watch Tania here having the soles of her feet beaten…”

“I'm told it's rather painful, but then just thinking that is making me very wet!” Mistress XS reached down with her left hand which squeaked as she provocatively rubbed her rubber-clad crotch. For a moment she seemed to lose herself as her hand rubbed back and forth.

“Oh yes, Catherine, it's making me very wet just thinking about the pain I'm causing Tania, Lynne and your other friends. If you were here now I'd want your tongue pressed in here,” she pointed to the crotch of her rubber underwear, “lapping my cunt juices. What a wonderful thought!” She said before snapping back to reality.

“But that will have to wait for now… Meantime let me finish with Tania here. You know, Dr Zorhof has had a look at Raisa, Michelle and Tania and thinks they'll recover better with a bit of fresh air and exercise, and we've got just the thing for them.” She turned back to Tania's raised feet and lifted the bastinado into the air. She paused. “Now where was I?” Tania tried to say something but her gag prevented anything other than a muffled “Mmmmphhh!!” to come out. “Do you know, what with chatting to Catherine and all, I've completely forgotten! I guess we'll just have to start again with both feet!” Mistress XS said with a cruel laugh.

Catherine had no idea how many strokes Tania had received, but over the course of the next 10 minutes she witnessed 40 more blows on each foot. By the end Tania seemed to have lost her voice, either that or she had lapsed into unconsciousness, because her screams faded to the point where they were barely audible whimpers.

Mistress XS released Tania from the stocks and unfastened the belts which held her body down before helping the dazed girl, almost tenderly Catherine thought, to her feet. It was obvious that Tania could stand no pressure on her feet and two times she collapsed back to the floor before she was able to hobble gingerly after Mistress XS, who led the naked and battered Tania across the room and through a heavy wooden door. As she opened the door the room was flooded with bright light and Catherine found herself blinking until her eyes adjusted. The camera trailed after Mistress XS as they emerged outside the building.

If Catherine had been hoping there might be a clue as to the building's whereabouts from the outside shots she was sorely disappointed. The outside the pair had walked into was a large courtyard enclosed by high brick walls on all sides – more like a prison courtyard than anything.

Catherine's eye was caught by the sight of five girls who were already in the open space ahead of Tania and Mistress XS. She immediately knew who two of them were – the marks on their naked bodies were enough to tell her that Tania was rejoining her friends, Michelle and Raisa. She recognised neither of the other three, one was a stocky woman wearing a militaristic leather uniform, the other two young girls, or so it seemed from the way they were dressed, who appeared to be at either end of a washing line!

It was Michelle and Raisa who really caught Catherine's eye. They were walking at either end of what looked like a 20ft horizontal pole, their wrists and necks held in pillories which were an integral part of the pole. At the centre of the pole there was a tall upright spindle which was being turned by them as they walked. From the top of that upright, a chain was driving what looked like a half-submerged waterwheel beside them. Catherine did not like the look of this at all.

“We like the girls to get a little exercise here.” Mistress XS said conversationally. “And I'm sure it will help these three to recuperate, although I imagine the gravel is a little uncomfortable on their bruised feet!” Mistress XS marched Tania past the spindle being turned by Raisa and Michelle to the waterwheel. Tania obviously knew what was coming, and her terror was abundantly apparent.

Mistress XS put a brake on the wheel and Catherine could see what was going to happen. There were straps attached to the wheel such that Tania, or any other girl for that matter, could be secured with her back to the wheel! This would mean that every time the wheel went around, she would go around. Every time the wheel went around she would spend a third of the time, or virtually so, with her head below ground-level in the water in the trough through which the wheel paddled. If only it were water in there, Catherine thought to herself as she worked out the devious device, but she knew Mistress XS and the others in her Group too well to think they would waste an opportunity to half-drown a slave in water when there was plenty of slurry and other waste around!

In short order Mistress XS had the protesting Tania secured to the wheel, and then she bent down behind the wheel and produced what looked like three lengths of short, heavy, chain with bells on the end! Catherine was unsure how she intended to use these until she saw the clamps on the other end of each length of chain.

Three chains. Three clamps. It was frighteningly obvious.

Sure enough Mistress XS clipped first one, then the second, onto Tania's already abused nipples before gently teasing her clitoris and clamping the third on the head of her most sensitive private part. Tania screamed when the third clamp bit home, she screamed like a wild animal and tried to shake herself free of her bonds: to no avail. Mistress XS simply smiled to herself and rubbed her crotch with a look of pure sadistic joy on her face.

Catherine realised what would happen to those clamps and the heavy pieces of chain as Tania made her way round on the wheel. The weights would be pulling her nipples down as she went up on the wheel and then, as Tania became inverted as the wheel took her over the top, the weight would transfer to stretch her nipples and clit in the other direction!

Mistress XS had one last ‘surprise' for Tania… she changed her gag for a ring gag which would keep her mouth wide open; even as she trailed through the foul liquid in the trough under the wheel!

Once she was satisfied that Tania was suitably uncomfortable and suitably prepared, Mistress XS let off the brake. Sure enough the wheel started to turn and Tania began to rise upwards. Gradually she crossed the apex of the wheel and her head began to descend downwards towards the trough which Catherine could now see was full of brown, stagnant-looking, heavy liquid.

As Tania began to descend the chains hanging from her nipples and clit fell down under their own weight and the bells on the end of the chain jangled as Tania herself let out a short scream. “It's like one of those wind chime things people have in the garden, isn't it Catherine? A simple thing which plays wonderful music!” Mistress XS commented.

“I love this device!” she continued as Tania's ring-gagged and frightened face disappeared below the level of the liquid. “If the girls keep walking she should be under there no more than 30 seconds; if they stop while she's under there… well, that's a different matter! But of course they could stop when she's out of the shitty water and then where would we be? That's why we've designed the wheel to take three people… that way one or other of them is under the surface at all times and they can't stop – well not if they want their friends to carry on breathing!”

Mistress XS stood back and watched the girl emerge from the other end of the trough, her face now covered in brown sticky slime, snorting and spluttering for breath.

“Dr Saavik is a cleaver man you know. He worked all this out while you had him locked inside.” For a moment Catherine recalled her recent discovery that Saavik was about to appeal, and was convinced her current circumstance and the appeal were, in some way, related.

“I can't tell you the maths,” Mistress XS continued over Catherine's thoughts, “but the girls walk about 5 miles in 3 hours pulling that thing around and the wheel turns every minute and a half if they keep that pace going. Of course we swap them every three hours so that they can take turns having a rest on the wheel… otherwise they can keep going round the clock!”

“It probably gets a little cold at night, but then that's their problem don't you think? Anyway, it all evens out, because on a nice sunny day they're lovely and toasty as there is no shade for them… it's sort of like we're basting the ones on the wheel then!”

“But how silly of me! We only have one girl on the wheel now… where can I find two more to join with Tania do you think?” Mistress XS made another show of thinking hard before coming up with a wonderful idea. “Of course!” She exclaimed. “My friend Helga is over there with her two girls! Helga, I wonder if the girls would like to play for a while?” She called to the woman in the leather military outfit.

Helga appeared, having left the two girls Catherine had seen earlier still standing at the end of their washing line.

“Yes I think zee girls they like to play!” She said in a guttural German accent.

“Oh good!” Mistress XS exclaimed. “Of course Catherine hasn't met these two yet has she?” She continued. “Could you tell her what you are doing with the girls and introduce them to her please? She's watching right now through that camera over there!”

Catherine braced herself. She had had bad experiences before when Mistress XS had sprung people on her. For a moment Catherine thought of her poor Lynne before the camera focused on the girls acting as a washing line. They were dressed identically in pretty pink satin dresses with frothy lace petticoats and tight, shiny satin, pink panties covered in frothy frills. They almost looked like little girls.

Almost, that is, had they not been strapped with their backs to upright wooden posts; had they not had their heads encased in shiny black rubber hoods which expanded and contracted as they breathed, hoods designed to make them re-breathe much of the air they expelled; and, had they not had their pert breasts exposed by the low-cut dresses. Catherine could see the rope bound tightly around the base of their breasts which then ran between the two girls to form the washing line. A 20ft line laden with drying lingerie. There were panties and bras, slips and stockings, of all shapes, sizes and colours hanging from the rope drawn between their breasts.

“Yes. I look after zee little girls, I make them feel special I think? I show zem many things. Now I show them now how to wash their private girly clothes, no? Zey wash them with mouth first if zey have really dirty clothes… now zey help dry them.” Helga moved to the nearest girl and stroked her head through the rubber hood. “Yes I treat zem like they my own children. But they very young so they have lot to learn and sometimes it painful for zem to learn I think. You see they both only fourteen… Zey have nice breasts for fourteen I think, no?”

Catherine's mind was spinning. Fourteen? She didn't know anyone with a fourteen year old girl except her sister who had… Catherine stifled the desire to scream “No!!!” at the top of her voice. These were her twin nieces!!!

“They both the same you know, both have zee big breasts for little girl. But zen what one has I suppose other twin have.” Helga continued.

“Oh God! Please no!” Catherine said out loud. Mistress XS looked up as she spoke and said “What you don't want it to be… what are their names, Serena and Alex? I'm sorry, but they were just too ripe and innocent for us to pass them by! You can imagine how much demand they are in with the Group. I mean two pert blonde fourteen year old identical twins? They've been fulfilling fantasies here all over the place.”

Mistress XS laughed heartily out of the sheer joy of Catherine's internal plight. “Oh yes; they were virgins you know when they came here, but Dr Saavik had the honour of divesting them of that, and by now they've probably had more cock and dildo in the past month than their mother has in her life!”

Catherine immediately thought of her sister as Mistress XS spoke.

“And talking of whom,” Mistress XS said as if reading Catherine's mind, “you're probably wondering what's happened to Georgina ? Don't worry she's safe and sound. At this very moment she's entertaining one of our members who has a penchant for torturing breasts, and, the last time I saw her, she was suspended by them and having them used for target practice with his air pistol!”

“She's really turning into a marvellous slave, and she's been very good in helping film some stuff for you – but we'll come to that later. For now I suppose we should get the twins on the wheel…”

Catherine didn't hear what Mistress XS said next because she had to run to the bathroom to throw up what little there was in her stomach. She managed to squeeze herself round the throne-like commode and retched into the bowl of the toilet. As she did so, her retching intensified as she realised that whoever had been into her apartment had pissed in the bowl and not flushed it – the stench of stale pee was overpowering!

It was only once she had finished that she tried to flush the toilet…

The handle moved with no resistance and nothing at all happened! For some reason, the fact that the toilet wasn't working properly made her want to pee desperately herself and she was reduced to peeing into the foul-smelling toilet and closing the lid on the stench before returning to the living room.

If Mistress XS had missed her audience it was not apparent from the activity on the screen. Serena was already in situ, now naked and bound like Tania, and she was just finishing the bondage on Alex. Catherine watched the pained and fearful expression on Alex's beautiful youthful face, her blonde locks looking matted and unkempt even before she went through the trough, as Mistress XS affixed the clamps and gag to her niece.

Before long all three girls were being spun gently round, the weight from the chains pulling on 3 clits and 3 pairs of tits with unerring force. Each girl being immersed in the trough of filth before ascending to start the cycle again. Mistress XS had been right – at all times one or other girl was gagging for breath with her head under the surface.

“Now then Catherine!” Mistress XS said turning her back on the spectacle of movement, pain and misery she had created. “We need to talk about my offer to lessen the punishment on Lynne and the rest.”

Mistress XS continued. “I'll do a deal with you. I'll lessen their punishment and that of the girls behind me if you do this next task for me. That isn't much to ask, is it?”

Catherine looked at the girls being immersed one after the other, their distress made plain by the frantic cries and screams of pain as the weights dropped and she knew she again had no choice. She was, by now, at least able to reason and so said, “I'll do it if you promise to stop torturing Georgina as well!”

Mistress XS fixed the camera with her cold grey eyes and said “You're in no position to bargain with me Catherine! Besides, Georgina's already accounted for… she's got a couple of days to recuperate in solitary after she's played with our breast torture fanatic, and then she's booked to entertain a group of our more right wing members in the Nazi Dungeon! Why look, we've even got her knickers and bra drying on the line in anticipation!”

Mistress XS moved over to the washing line the twins had so recently been holding up - now it was strung between the posts to which they had been strapped. Towards the centre of the line Mistress XS pointed to a heavy white panty girdle which had a yellow Star of David sewn to the centre panel with a black triangle over the split-crotch.

The bra hanging next to them had the Star of David centred over each cup with the middle part of the Star cut out so her nipples would protrude! The Black triangle was also prominent on the outside edge of each cup.

With a maternal Jewish grandmother Catherine knew the significance of these symbols only too well; Georgina would be in the Nazi Dungeon marked as a Jewish prostitute!

Catherine shuddered at the thought of her poor sister being presented to the members of Group XS in a Nazi Dungeon.

“What do you want me to do?” She said with an air of resignation in her voice.

Mistress XS smiled. “It's very simple really. You have the dungeon there; all you need now is the Mistress! We've contacted a very good professional Mistress on your behalf and asked her to come over and ‘entertain' you!”

Catherine looked at the equipment around her and shuddered. “You'll make things better for everyone if I do?”

“I'll lessen their punishments, yes.” Came the reply.

Catherine knew she could say no. But to do so she was now inflicting more pain on so many people… “I'll do it!” She whispered.

“You'll have to speak up!” Mistress XS said.

“I'll do it!!!” Catherine spat back.

Mistress XS beamed. “Oh good! I knew you would, how wonderful!” she stopped and looked at her watch. “You'll need to get ready for her then. I've promised her on your behalf that you'll be ready and waiting and, trust me, she isn't someone you want to piss off!” Before bursting in to her now familiar evil laugh.

Hearing the laugh, Catherine was about to say “I won't do it!!!” when Mistress XS added, “Of course if you don't follow through, I can just picture Serena and Alex in the Nazi Dungeon with their mother… they'd be very popular! They might find some of the interrogation techniques used in there a bit extreme – you may recall some of Dr Saavik's techniques from Russia …”

Catherine recalled the tales Tania had told of being “interrogated” by the pair of evil doctors when their paths had crossed in Russia . She had described how they had strapped her to a chair without a seat and used probes attached to the electricity supply to explore her body; they had used a cane on her breasts, cunt and clitoris; they had injected chemical inside her body, into her womb, into her bladder, up her anus and watched with delight as she cramped and contorted in agony. Not in the name of extracting a “confession” – they had that already – but for their pleasure.

Catherine thought of Serena and Alex being interrogated in such a way and knew she could not say no. As if to assuage any doubts, Mistress XS continued, “I'm sure we'll be able to find matching bras and panties to the ones their mother will be wearing… perhaps we'll make them a bit more girly, you know, pink and frilly, but they'll still show them as Jewish sluts and have the punishment spikes on the inside and the hole at the ass so they can be raped!”

“I'll do it!” Catherine said once again to the unreasonable demands of Mistress XS.

“Good!” She replied. “Let's get started then!”