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 26

Date Monday 25 th October 15.50

Mistress XS was almost chatty as she sent Catherine to collect the outfit in which she was to be waiting for her visiting Mistress.

“I've told Severity all about you and your desires to be dominated; she's really looking forward to meeting you! She said she's really looking forward to playing with a pain slut like you – I think most of her regulars are too soft for her tastes!”

“She's also excited by the role-play scenario you've devised; but I'll tell you more about that later.” She stood watching the girls turning on the wheel for a while before continuing. “I suppose we better get inside and watch you prepare for Mistress Severity!”

Once she was back in the dungeon, Mistress XS stationed herself in front of the screens which projected the images from Catherine's apartment and picked up a piece of paper. Catherine wasn't to know it, all she could see on her screen was Mistress XS's smiling face, but her next piece of self-bondage had been carefully choreographed.

“Now then Catherine,” she started, “you've volunteered to be waiting for Mistress Severity dressed as her own special rubber-pup! She likes that idea and has told you that she expects you to make a real effort; so I think we have to try really hard to impress her!”

“Now, if you go into your kitchen area, you'll find a bucket thing there – could you bring it round and place it in the middle of the room, in front of the screen please?” Catherine did as she was told, and returned with a strange covered bucket with liquid sloshing around in it. It was strange because it was taller than a normal bucket and much larger in diameter. She was surprised by the weight of it and dared not think what part this was to play in her self-bondage as a rubber-pup.

“Now then there are a number of other things I need you to fetch. Behind your desk you'll find a picture of Mistress Severity; she's signed it for you and everything and I think it would be nice if you were worshiping it when she arrives.”

Behind her desk Catherine found the picture; it was A3 sized, in a frame, and showed a dark haired dominatrix, clad in a rubber cat suit, wielding a nasty looking whip across the backside of another woman. Severity was broad-hipped, good looking and obviously enjoying herself; Catherine recognised the joy in her eyes from her experience with the sadist ordering her about now.

To judge by the welts on the slave she'd received a thorough beating from Severity… The inscription read ‘Catherine, I'm going to do so much more when it's your turn.' and was signed by Severity.

“Good!” Mistress XS said once the picture was in place. “Now there's an envelope, a document and a box in the drawer of your desk – I'd like you to get them out.”

Catherine rooted in the drawer and produced a large, bulging, sealed envelope addressed to Severity. She couldn't work out what was inside – it felt like there were papers in there and something soft. The box was about the size of a shoebox, and the document was also addressed to Severity and, from a quick glance, almost looked like it was a bulky contract.

“Don't bother reading the document.” Mistress XS said as Catherine looked at the first page. “I'd just like you to initial each page and sign the last one.”

Against her instincts, Catherine did as she was told and counted 20 pages as she went through the document. As she initialled the pages she was aware that it looked like a manual of sorts, there were some photographs of the equipment around her and what looked like detailed descriptions as to their use.

On the last page she had to sign on a line which stated underneath that the signature was of “Catherine Grace – devoted slave to Mistress Severity.”

Once these formalities were out of the way, it was time for Catherine to put herself into her rubber-pup bondage.

“Now I want you to go back into the kitchen. In the fridge you'll find some bottles. I'd like you to take one of them out and drink it all down.” Catherine went to her fridge with a sinking heart. She remembered the last time when she'd been given a bottle of ‘champagne' to drink.

Sure enough, her fridge now had a number of large soft drinks bottles in it filled with a yellowish liquid. She had no choice, she knew it, but every sip of the pungent urine took all Catherine's willpower to keep down.

As she sipped the foul liquid, Mistress XS said with glee, “I hope you're enjoying that. It took a lot of effort to collect all that for you, you know. Why I think all your friends and family have contributed in some way or other – not to mention a few of your enemies, myself, Dr Saavik and Dr Zorhof included!”

Catherine found herself gagging. She still had a third of the 2 litre bottle to go.

“In fact we're the ones you have to thank the most; I imagine the bulk of that from your friends and family is just our piss recycled anyway.“ She continued with a smirk. Catherine continued to drink, feeling her stomach, emptied from lack of food and her recent trip to the bathroom, swelling with the volume she was ingesting.

Once she had finished the urine, Mistress XS invited her to eat something as well. In the fridge she found an opened tin of dog food!

Perhaps it was her sheer hunger, but she managed to ingest this, eating hungrily with a fork much to Mistress XS' delight.

“Oh! I'm so glad you enjoyed that Catherine!” She exclaimed with glee as Catherine finished eating the unpleasant food from the tin. “It's my own recipe – the cheapest dog food we can find mixed with a couple of tablespoons of my own shit!”

Catherine thought she was going to be sick again, and twice had to fight back the rising bile from her stomach.

“Now that you're properly fed and watered, I think we can get on with preparing you for Mistress Severity.” She said. Looking at her watch she continued. “You'll have to be quick; she's going to be there soon.”

“Now, in the desk you'll find a length of wire.” Mistress XS continued. “I know how slow you are, so I've had someone demonstrate how this goes on. I'd like you to take off your robe, or what remains of it anyway, and follow the lead of our delightful model.”

Catherine found herself staring at a picture of her naked sister holding the same piece of wire. “Obviously we recorded this a while back,” Mistress XS said over the video, “I imagine her tits aren't looking as healthy right now.”

Catherine copied her sister as she placed her breasts through two loops on the end of the wire – they were like lassoes – and tugged the wire down until the loops circled her breasts. Then, still watching the screen and working out how it fitted, Catherine fixed another wire round her waist. This was held in place with a small padlock and fitted snugly, but not uncomfortable.

Having secured the waist belt, Catherine could see that her wire was just the same as that on her sister. It now ran round each breast and had two cables running down her front, through a small loop in the wire belt, between her legs and came up at the back between her buttocks. At the back the two wires ran through another loop in the belt before hanging free for a foot or so. At the end of the wires they were both joined to a single ring.

Their purpose was obvious. If the wire was pulled tight it would bite into the cleft of Catherine's ass, bite into her vagina and tighten around her breasts. What was less obvious, at this stage anyway, was where the pressure was going to come from.

Under Mistress XS's guidance, Catherine then followed her sister's lead and picked up the first of the rubber garments she had been told to collect. “They're called piss pants.” Mistress XS explained. “It's a lovely name, don't you think? Piss pants…” She said savouring the description.

Just as her sister was doing on the screen, Catherine carefully slipped on the shiny black rubber panties. They were a tight fit – but then all rubber is meant to be – and she had to struggle to get them up. Her struggle was less about getting them all the way to her hips, but rather to get the three internal protuberances in place; the two dildos and the catheter.

She managed it, fortunately these were not as evil as some of the clothes in the other room, but it was an unpleasant feeling to insert the catheter.

Once they were in place, it was time for the cat suit. A simple, brilliantly shiny, black rubber affair, which had a large opening in the crotch and over her ass. This suit had obviously been designed to be worn with the piss pants, because there was a small slot, neatly edged with shining metal, in the back through which the wires were designed to run, and the open crotch allowed the pipe from her panties to dangle down between her legs freely. Less obviously, however, there were shining metal studs towards the top of each leg - two on each side. By the time she had struggled with the zip, Catherine was sheathed from neck to her feet in black rubber.

Had she been with Lynne, she might have enjoyed the thrill of the rubber; as it was she simply dreaded whatever was to come next.

Next, as it turned out, was not another item of clothing. Instead she was sent to get a piece of chain to hang from the ceiling, together with a pair of handcuffs and two padlocks which were on her shelving unit. Catherine was startled, as she stood on a chair to fix the chain to a loop, to discover that her ceiling was now dotted with similar loops. ‘These people worked fast!' she thought to herself.

Back on terra firma, the screen was showing her sister had finished doing the same thing. “Now I'd like you to kneel down directly under the chain and make sure the bucket is a few inches in front of your knees.” Mistress XS continued. Catherine still didn't know where this was leading as she complied. Looking at the screen, she realised her sister had just been made to do the same thing and that she too was kneeling in front of the picture of Mistress Severity.

Kneeling there, Catherine felt the tightness of the rubber as it stretched over her rump and for a moment forgot her plight. It was quite a pleasurable sensation even though she was plugged and had wires running round her breasts and either side of each dildo!

Mistress XS interrupted her reverie. “Good! Now, you should have some shoes and gloves. Please put those on too.” The shoes were the inevitable black pumps which were like ballet shoes in the sense that they kept her balancing on the point of her toes; the gloves were merely more rubber to cocoon her.

“Now you should be left with a rubber sheath for your legs, two padlocks, the handcuffs and the bucket. Is that correct?” Catherine nodded and agreed, relieved to discover there was neither a gag nor a hood involved. Silly girl. “Right. The sheath first, and make sure you line up the holes in the top with the four studs in your suit”

The sheath was essentially a tube of black rubber which would hold her legs together. It both strapped and laced together to make sure her legs were held firmly together and, presumably to ensure it didn't slide down, there were two metal-rimmed holes on either side at the top which married up to the studs on each leg of her cat suit – rather like suspenders. The sheath had obviously been designed so as not to reach her waist where it would interfere with either the wire or the tube emerging from her nether regions.

Once she had the sheath strapped, laced and clipped into position, Catherine was wobbling on her pointed toes, her body sheathed in black rubber just as her sister was on the screen.

“Now padlock the handcuffs to the chain please, at just the same height as your wrists are when you are standing.” Mistress XS intoned. The scenario began to unfold for Catherine.

Next she was asked to kneel down and take the lid off the bucket. As she did so she was assaulted again by the acrid smell of stale urine, the sight of what looked like a bundle of fabric floating half-immersed in the liquid, and a peculiar design for which she had no explanation. Essentially, Catherine was staring into two buckets of piss!

One bucket was inside the other, the central one about a foot in diameter and the other about 18” in diameter so there was a 3” gap between the two all the way round.

“I have a nice surprise for you now Catherine!” Mistress XS purred. “There are four pairs of panties in there; one last worn by Lynne, one by Georgina and the two matching pairs of shiny pink ones by the twins. I'm sorry we haven't had time to wash them, but I'd like you to put all four over your head please so the crotch is over your nose and you can see through the leg holes.” She paused as Catherine reached forward to pluck the offending material out. “Start with Lynne's why don't you. They're the black and red pair – I'm sure you'll like having Lynne closest to you! Make sure you get them the right way round; gusset over your nose and the seat over your face!”

Catherine pulled each pair on with resignation. Her breathing becoming more difficult as her nose was covered by each new layer of sodden fabric. When she had finished, her head was largely enclosed in dripping wet satin and silk. Catherine was also aware as she put each pair over her head that the panties had been slit in the seat where they would fit over her mouth. Her heart fell still further as she realised this implied there was still a gag to come…

“Oh you look lovely!” Mistress XS exclaimed. “Now, you'll also find a hood in there. Please put that on.”

She'd been too quick to assume there was no hood; it was wet, slippery and made from soft leather. Catherine was able pull it over her head and found, sure enough, that it had an integral gag on the inside. A huge wad of sodden leather which oozed stale piss as she forced it through the slits in the seat of the panties and into her mouth. Lacing the hood was more difficult than getting it on.

With fingers covered with rubber she fumbled several times before Mistress XS was satisfied that she had laced it tight enough. The hood felt horrible. Wet, cold, tight, and all she could smell and taste was more of the stale piss.

At least the hood had eye holes, she thought, so she wasn't to be totally shut away; that said, the implication with Mistress XS was that she would be required to watch something whilst bound.

“We're almost there now!” Mistress Xs said. “There's just a collar in the bucket to find.” Catherine reached in once more and, sure enough, found a sturdy leather collar, made from the same soft leather, in the bottom. This she fastened around her neck and she looked forlornly up at the screen as her sister did the same.

“That's nowhere near tight enough!” Mistress XS said. “I want it as tight as you can get it!!”

Catherine pulled the collar two notches tighter and immediately regretted it – it became so tight it felt as if her face was turning blue under the hood!

“Perfect!” Mistress XS intoned. “Now, I almost forgot! The tube from your panties should plug into a hole in the gag. There's a thread there and you just need to screw it in hard.” Catherine did so. “Now, if you'll just stand up for a moment and take the padlock with you. You can now lock the loop of the wire to the chain, just below the handcuffs please.” Catherine did as she was told. “And now all that you have to do is lock the handcuffs onto your wrists behind you!” Mistress XS exclaimed.

“Perfect! Just perfect!” She continued excitedly. Let me see you kneel down now!”

Catherine did as she was told and immediately regretted it. When she knelt up she was fine, it was only as she lowered her haunches that the wire pulled tight, cutting into the flesh of her ass and cunt, ensnaring her breasts, and pulling her wrists so far up behind her it felt like her arms would dislocate at the shoulders.

As she jerked back upright, Catherine could hear Mistress XS saying “Aww! Does that hurt baby?” in a sympathetic voice. She knew there was no sympathy there…

“I sure hope Mistress Severity arrives soon, otherwise it's going to be very uncomfortable for you.” She said. “I wonder what it would feel like to have to be there for hours before salvation arrived; I'll bet it would be purgatory!”

Catherine didn't like the sound of this.

“But never mind,” she continued, “you only have a couple of hours to wait before she arrives.” Mistress XS looked again at her watch. “Would you like to see what happened to your sister when we left her like that?”

Catherine didn't, but somehow she found herself drawn to the screen in front of her on which the image changed. The change wasn't too dramatic; her rubber clad sister was still kneeling in front of the bucket and picture - she was kneeling up but, as the camera zoomed in on her legs, each encased in rubber and then wrapped together by the sheath, Catherine could see her legs were trembling.

Slowly and carefully she began to lower herself down onto her haunches. This time the camera focused on her back as she came down, and Catherine found herself staring at the broadening expanse of her sister's ass encased in the shining black piss pants. As she settled her ass, Catherine could see the cable pulling more taut and hear her sister's moan of pain.

If she didn't at first realise the moan was caused by the tightening cable, she soon did as the camera cut to Georgina 's chest. Having started out full, albeit slightly compressed by the rubber suit, she now had a magnificent chest which stood out proudly through the over-stretched rubber. In fact, the cable tightening around the base of her breasts had turned them into ripe, round and firm orbs of huge proportions.

Catherine made a mental note not to squat down on her haunches in the next couple of hours!

“I think you'll like this bit!” Mistress XS purred as the camera moved up to Georgina 's head. Here the hood was looking patchy in colour, with some parts lighter than others, and Catherine realised it was drying out.

To Catherine the prospect of the hood drying was a good one; it would hopefully make her breathing easier and might lessen the all-pervading stench of stale urine. As she had this thought, Catherine was brought up short by a trickle of liquid into her mouth. The tube from her catheter had now filled the pipe leading to her mouth and started a persistent drip, drip, drip of her own piss into her mouth!

In front of her the camera had zoomed in on the hood on her sister's head, and, at first, she couldn't see why. Then it dawned on her!

The leather was now stretched tightly across Georgina 's head, in fact, so tight you could see the seams of the panties underneath and, as the camera zoomed in closer, even some of the detail! The camera followed the line over the top of her head and down her face.

“For my part,” Mistress XS continued, “I've never had a problem with a visible panty line; it means the things on top are nice and tight!” Catherine shuddered when she thought just how tight the hood had become; it seemed now to contour every feature of Georgina's face, it was like a second skin, she could even see the outline of her sister's ears the leather was so tight.

“Of course,” Mistress XS continued, “the leather shrinks as it dries. In fact it shrinks quite a lot. Poor Georgina is feeling the effects about now of the collar shrinking – that's thicker so takes longer to start shrinking – and she has a simple choice to make.”

Catherine looked down at the bucket in front of her with a dawning realisation.

“She either lets the collar strangle her, or she lets the collar soak up some more liquid.” Her voice changed so she sounded like a schoolteacher speaking to a class of 5 year olds. “Can you guess how she's going to do that?”

As if on cue, Georgina rose up and struggled to her feet; she inched her way forward a bit, before lowering her head towards the bucket. Unfortunately, the combination of bonds, her arms being pulled up, and the amount she had to bend prevented her from immersing her head from a standing position. Georgina had to kneel back down and attempt it from this position. This meant she pulled incredibly hard on the wire round her breasts and between her legs, straining every sinew, and forcing her breasts to swell even larger and strain more against the black rubber which encased them.

Catherine could hear her sister's moans of pain as she tortured herself in order to gain relief from the foul, constricting, leather hood and collar. She watched as her head went into the bucket, the urine inside spilling over the lip of the inner bucket and falling into the outside one, until Georgina 's head was completely submersed up to the collar.

She watched as Georgina held herself that way for fully 30 seconds before she emerged from the urine, her hood now much darker, the foul liquid running off her in rivulets back into the bucket.

“I'll give you a tip.” Mistress XS interjected. “You need to soak the leather for between 5 and 10 minutes every hour; that is if you don't want to suffocate! Well, that's what we found with Georgina anyway. And I'll give you another tip. Try not to spill too much of the urine each time. No one is coming to fill it up and, although that bit round the outside works like a reservoir to keep it topped up, you don't want the level falling below the collar!”

As she said this, Catherine saw her sister re-immerse her head in the bucket, and she wondered how it felt to be having to do such a thing in order to be able to carry on breathing.

“Your sister did really well.” Mistress XS said. “She lasted 26 hours before we let her go!” She continued. “Why, she even seemed to get a little sleep during that time! Of course, she kept waking when she needed to immerse her head, but she managed a few minutes now and again. Afterwards I had to punish her, of course, because she'd messed her piss pants; I made her lick the rubber clean before giving her a bit of a session with the ‘Punisher.'

Catherine felt sick at the thought of the evil strap on.

“Still,” Mistress XS said reassuringly, “you only have a couple of hours to wait until your Mistress arrives; not 26 like your sister!” She made another great show of surprise and turned to her side, speaking to someone over to her left, out of camera shot. “Dr Saavik? What day is it today?”

Catherine knew with a sinking dread what was coming even before Mistress XS responded to Saavik's reply.

“Oh dear! I'm so sorry Catherine; it seems I've got my days wrong! Mistress Severity isn't arriving on Monday at 7.00pm; she's arriving on Tuesday at 7.00pm!” She made a show of banging her forehead with her right hand. “Silly me!” She said. “There was I thinking today was Tuesday! Still, never mind, there's no harm done; you're nicely tied up and I'm sure you won't mind waiting 26 hours for your Mistress to arrive. Why, by a strange coincidence, it's just the same amount of time your sister was in the same position!”

“Now that we've got you sorted,” she said, “perhaps you'd like to see what's happening around the place, it'll help you pass the time.” She blew Catherine a kiss. “I'm sure I have some interesting things I can show you!” She said.