Group XS

Chapter 28

 

Date Monday 25^th October 20.40

 

 

The ponygirl and her rider were Kelly and Elissa, now in the third hour of what was promised to be an 8 hour marathon around the corridor.

 

The marathon had started for them shortly after Mistress XS had left her instructions with Ilsa in the Rubber Dungeon, Ilsa busying herself preparing the two girls for their “pony and trap” ride.

 

The circuit they were going to take ran around the inside of the Group’s underground headquarters.  The corridors of the building effectively created a rectangle which measured about 160ft by 50ft, so one lap of the circuit would take the girls over 400ft. The corners were the most difficult for Elissa to manage, although the corridors were wide, with doors leading to the various facilities on either side, she had to turn quite sharply with the trap trailing behind her.

 

Fortunately, the members of Group XS had thought about this when they had designed their diabolical torture.  Running around the ceiling of the corridor was a chain drive, rather like they use in warehouses, which would encourage Elissa to maintain a steady pace around the circuit.  Also, the trap had been designed to be as compact as possible, so that the whole ensemble, the girl pulling and the trap itself would turn on as tight a radius as possible.

 

Ilsa had started by preparing Kelly.  She’d removed the girl’s thin rubber panties and bra so she was left wearing her full rubber suit but had her battered ass and tits exposed.  Despite the protection the rubber had provided during Mistress XS’ assault, she was so bruised and battered it almost looked like she was still fully encased in black rubber!

 

Then she had fitted Kelly with a feeding gag – a black leather strap which fitted around her head with a shiny stainless steel funnel erupting vertically at the front.  The part which fitted in her mouth was little more than a metal tube inside a modest rubber ball.

 

Of all the gags Kelly had experienced in her short time with Group XS, this was perhaps the least offensive and most frightening.  You see, she soon discovered that the ball prevented her getting her tongue over the end of the tube; she was left with no choice other than to swallow whatever was put into the funnel!

 

What went into the funnel was simply water.  Ilsa filled a metal jug from a tap and began to steadily pour the water into the funnel in short bursts.  Kelly spluttered and coughed as she was forced to swallow, but this didn’t deter Ilsa from her task; if anything it spurred her on.

 

Kelly couldn’t believe Ilsa intended her to drink the whole jug of water, there must have been over two pints in it, and was relieved when she stopped pouring with the jug half empty and placed it on the floor.  Her relief, however, was short-lived as Ilsa undid the zip which ran through the crotch of her rubber catsuit.  “You didn’t think I’d stop at plain water, did you?”  She said as she saw the realisation in Kelly’s eyes.

 

Sure enough, she placed squatted over it to allow a steady stream of her piss into the jug.  Kelly couldn’t believe how long the stream ran for and was mortified to discover that the jug was almost full again as Ilsa resumed her pouring.  On Ilsa went, pausing to allow Kelly to breathe from time to time, but steadfastly sticking to her task.  On a couple of occasions she added some spit to the contaminated water, making the prospect of swallowing the next serving of water even less appealing for Kelly.

 

Once she’d forced the best part of three pints of liquid inside the girl, Ilsa added one little refinement.  In the scheme of things it seemed almost irrelevant to Kelly, but, as she would found out later, it was perhaps the most insidious part of the torture which was being bestowed upon her.  Ilsa inserted what Kelly assumed was a catheter into her urethra.

 

She’d then wheeled the trap over to Kelly - a strange device with the sinister air of having built to be uncomfortable.

 

Essentially it was a metal seat, not unlike that of an old-fashioned tractor, sitting directly over 2 wheels, each about the size of the average bicycle wheel.  The wheels were close together, no more than a shoulders width apart, and as she brought the device over it could be seen that they were slightly eccentric; in other words less than perfectly round.  This had the effect of making the trap rock from side to side as it moved.

 

Aside from the rocking motion, as it moved the seat on the trap slowly rose up, no more than a couple of inches, and sat like a mousetrap ready to snap back down.  Kelly was unaware of this as the devise was manoeuvred into place; all she saw was Ilsa fiddle with the seat so it lay back down flush.  When it did so, rounded metal pegs protruded ½ inch or so through holes in the metal seat so it ended up looking like something from the Torquemada!

 

What worried Kelly the most, however, was the metal post rising up from the front of the contraption.  This had two sets of cylindrical metal ‘jaws’ strategically placed at breast height which looked like they were designed to clamp down on the rider’s breasts.  Each jaw was split into two halves, one which would go under the breasts, the other over, separated by a gap.  Somehow to Kelly it looked as if the lower jaw was on a lever which would raise it up; she shuddered at the prospect of having her breasts sandwiched in the device, especially when Ilsa moved it fractionally and she could see the inner surface of the metal… it was peppered with metal studs!

 

Ilsa easily manoeuvred Kelly onto the seat, and planted her ass firmly onto the metal surface where the pegs sent shock waves through her already battered rump.  If Kelly thought she could lift herself free from the pegs, she was sorely disappointed when Ilsa fastened a well-worn leather belt across her lap and tightened it so the strap sank into the shiny black rubber she wore creating little mounds either side where her flesh bulged out.

 

Next Ilsa ran a strap around Kelly’s midriff and the pole, holding her loosely forward; Kelly was relieved that this strap was not so tight she was pressed tightly to the bar.  Silly girl, she should have realised the strap was deliberately loose.

 

With the strap around her midriff, Kelly’s breasts were inevitably forced towards the two halves of each cylinder, one fitting above and one below.  Again, Kelly was relieved as Ilsa threaded her mammaries through these that there was plenty of gap between them and, although the underside of each breast rested on the studs, her breasts were in no way squeezed.  That was a real relief as the beating from Mistress XS had left them looking like two pieces of raw steak!

 

Next her neck was attached to the top of the pole with a high leather collar which was connected by a single metal loop through a hasp on the pole. Kelly was now pressed forward towards the pole, her breasts inside the metal cylinders and unable to look down to see what happened next.

 

What happened next, was that Ilsa picked up a metal rod, perhaps 2ft long, which had a ball, rather like the metal ball on a towing hook, on an adjustable vertical rod at either end.  She centred one ball underneath Kelly’s seat and fixed it in place with a couple of wing nuts.  The bar was obviously heavy, and Ilsa was relieved to let go of the weight once she’d got the wing nuts in place.  Unable to see what was happening, the first Kelly knew that the large metal ball was being raised up was when she felt it press against her vulva through a matching hole in the seat!

 

She tried to resist, but her pelvic muscles, weakened by their terrible battering, were no match for Ilsa’s determination.  The ball passed through her lips and continued its journey inside her cunt until the ball was pressed surprisingly firmly against the mouth of her cervix. Once the ball was home, Ilsa locked it in place and Kelly was almost ready.  Her legs were doubled back underneath the contraption and strapped in place; her arms were pinioned behind her and fixed to a ring at the back of her collar, and she was fitted with a hood.

 

Compared to some of the hoods she had worn at Group XS, this was relatively simple; just a plain black rubber hood which covered her head, blanking out her eyes, but with a hole so her mouth was free.  That is, it was free until Ilsa added the gag.

 

Kelly could not see that the gag - a ball gag on a leather head harness with both a chain and a tube running from it - was attached to a lever in front of her.

 

The principal, which she would discover once she was in motion, was very simple.  If she pulled her head back, the chain pulled on the lever in front of her; in so doing she lifted the lower jaw of the cylinder around her breasts and, if she pulled hard enough, could clamp her breasts so hard her weight was supported by them!  Little did Kelly realise at this point that in just a short while she would be desperately trying to do just this!

 

Ilsa left the tube hanging free – there would be time enough to set that part of the predicament up once she had prepared Elissa.

 

Her instructions from Mistress XS had been clear; “I’d like you to dress her as a ponygirl in the tightest rubber you can find…it should be an interesting experience for her to have 2 or 3 layers… I especially want her to have one of those hoods with the gel hood on the outside and the discipline and thin hoods underneath.”

 

Ilsa was happy in her task as she left Kelly fixed to the trap and began to find the rubber clothing in which Elissa would be performing as a pony.  For her part, Elissa was less than happy having watched how the other girl had been fixed to the trap and at the mounting pile of black rubber which was being assembled in front of her.

 

Elissa had always been repulsed when she’d seen pictures of men and women wearing rubber in some of the magazines her friends had shown her; she’d certainly never imagined she would be forced to wear it!

 

Once the rubber was assembled, Ilsa collected some scissors, water, shaving foam, a razor, lots of strips of waxed tape and the jug and feeding gag with which she had poured so much liquid inside Kelly.

 

It’s probably fair to say Elissa hadn’t known whether or not Mistress XS was serious about losing her hair until these things had arrived, and it was only once they did that she tried with all her might to escape the hemp rope which bound her.  It was a futile effort, she’d been tied by an expert, and so it was that Ilsa was able to fix her in a gynaecological chair for her depilatory.

 

Suffice to say that by the time Ilsa had finished with the girl, there was not a patch of her body which would be isolated from the rubber by any body hair.  Her head was bald, her pussy was bald, her arms and legs had been waxed and even her eyebrows were gone.  Looking in the mirror she may not have felt she looked as pretty as she did before, but to the sadists of Group XS this mattered little; the fact that she would appreciate their tortures all the more was far more important!

 

Once she was completely shaven and stripped of her hair, Ilsa rubbed her body all over with surgical alcohol, not, as Elissa believed, to make sure her skin was cleansed after her shaving, but to make sure there was no oil on the skin so the rubber would adhere that much better!

 

She then repeated the feeding process on Elissa, pouring a further 3 pints of water and piss inside the choking girl before inserting a catheter similar to Kelly’s inside her.

 

For someone wholly unfamiliar with the feel of rubber, Elissa was in for a rude awakening as Ilsa began to dress her.

 

To ensure the girl was disorientated during the dressing process, Ilsa began with the hoods.  Just as Mistress XS had requested, there were three hoods involved in encasing her head.  The first was a relatively innocuous thin black rubber hood with openings for the mouth and eyes. This was slipped onto Elissa’s well lubricated head with ease, although the fastening of the zip proved more problematic; the hood needed to be stretched so much it took Elissa time to get it fastened.

 

When she had finished with the first hood, Elissa’s head was a perfectly smooth expanse of shining black rubber, her hairless head giving a smoothness to the finish which would not otherwise have been possible.

 

The second hood was what Mistress XS had described as a discipline helmet.  A much more constraining affair then the initial thin, tight, hood already in place.  This one was made with sturdier rubber and had a series of eyelets running down the back which enabled it to be laced tightly closed.  Lisa used all her strength to tighten this second hood, giving Elissa the impression that her head was being compressed inside the rubber.  Of course it wasn’t, but nevertheless it felt to her as if she had grown a thick second skin over her head.  Perhaps it was the rubber, perhaps the tension she felt inside, but it seemed to her as if she was getting incredibly hot inside the second hood.

 

Once the second hood was secured, Elissa could still just see, the hood had two small openings for the eyes, and her mouth was still uncovered; otherwise her head was wholly encased in two layers of rubber.

 

For most, two layers would have been enough – but not Mistress XS and her cohorts.  Elissa took a third, very special hood and walked the short way from the dungeon across the corridor into the kitchens.  Most would have thought it bizarre to see someone place a rubber hood into a microwave, but this was Group XS’ dungeons and Ilsa received no comment as she took the heated hood back to her victim.

 

This was the “gel hood” of which Mistress XS had spoken.  Essentially it was two layers of rubber, a thin one on the inside and a thick one on the outside which zipped, laced and strapped into place over the victim’s head - on the inside there was a massive pear-shaped wad of rubber to gag the victim.  As Ilsa carried the hood back to the dungeon it was warm to the touch and pliable because, in between the two layers of rubber, there was a thick gel, or triblock copolymer to use its technical term, which was viscous when warm.

 

Unfortunately for the wearer it became solid and expanded when it cooled to body temperature…

 

If Elissa was feeling hot from the second hood, she felt more hot as the third was added!  Ilsa worked quickly while the gel was still soft - crammed the massive gag into Elissa’s mouth before pulling the hood over her head, fastening the zip and began to tighten the lacing.  She ran her hands over the warm surface to make sure the gel was evenly distributed before fastening the straps in place; one ran over her mouth and behind her head, a second from under her jaw ran over the top of her head, while a third ran around her forehead and fastened behind.

 

As with Kelly, there was a sinister tube running from the centre of the gag and hanging free.

 

Elissa was overwhelmed by the heat from the hood and shook her head in a vain attempt to both get the hood off and signal that she was hot and uncomfortable.  Her mouth was filled with a gag which she dared not bite down upon because when she did so its soft centre made the gag expand deep into her mouth making her want to retch.  The hood had two small pieces of glass through which she was vaguely aware of Ilsa in front of her.

 

Ilsa was now in her element; dressing a reluctant slave in many layers of tight shiny black rubber!

 

She started with a pair of shiny crotchless black rubber panties which slipped onto Elissa and fitted like a glove.  The panties were followed by a suspender belt and a pair of semi-transparent seamed rubber stockiness.  Next came the bra.

 

The bra was a little less inviting than the rest of the underwear she already wore; but then it was meant to be.  You see, once she was dressed as a proper ponygirl, Elissa’s tits were intended to lead her round the circuit the Group had set up.

 

The bra, effectively, was designed to not only swaddle her breasts in rubber, but also hold them in a vice-like grip which meant she had no choice but to follow where they were pulled!

 

When it first went on the bra looked almost like any other - it cupped her breasts in thin rubber, had a straps around the back and across the shoulders – however the cups themselves concealed thin wires which effectively held her breasts imprisoned inside a soft wire mesh.  Ilsa tightened the band around the base of each globe and watched with pleasure as the mound of tit-flesh swelled bulbously and stretched the rubber cup even further.  On the tips of each cone a wire ring created an opening through which Elissa’s nipples peaked.  It was at this point the leather straps which would lead her round the circuit would be attached – effectively creating her own set of reins pulling directly on her swollen mammaries.

 

Simple, but effective.

 

Then came the catsuit, a shiny, black rubber affair which completely enveloped Elissa in the smooth, stretchy rubber.  The catsuit zipped up at the back and even had holes to allow the cords from her bra through and gloves and feet ensuring that, when allied to the hood, no part of her was exposed save for her pussy which peeked through the open crotch of both her panties and the catsuit and her nipples which still stood proud through small openings in the suit.

 

So far Elissa was in a comfortable fetishist’s heaven, albeit that she had no hankering for rubber, wasn’t sure about the bra and could feel something strange happening to her hood.  It was almost like the hood was getting tighter and her gag bigger!

 

Then Ilsa produced a long rubber corset, which stretched from just below Elissa’s breasts to her waist; again made from boned black rubber, the corset cinched with laces behind her, causing her to take short shallow breaths.

 

It would have been enough if Ilsa had stopped there.  But neither her instinct nor Mistress XS’ instructions would allow this to happen.

 

The piece de résistance was the heavy rubber bondage suit which followed.

 

This actually fitted onto Elissa in two parts, the lower part like a pair of heavy, black, rubber lace-up trousers and the top half like lace-up jacket with an opening for her breasts.  The two halves laced together around her waist and, by the time Ilsa had finished pulling the lacing, poor Elissa was unable to bend at the waist, bend her arms and scarcely able to lift her legs.  Which was a shame, given that she was about to embark on a rigorous journey as a ponygirl!

 

Little remained now expect for the girl to have her shoes, be harnessed to her buggy, have her tit-reins put in place and for the tubes to be connected.

 

The shoes were predictably high and tight rubber boots which held her toes in an impossible pointed position; impossible, that is, unless they are forced you’re your feet with sadistic glee and lock immovably in place with a series of thin straps and padlocks.

But these were no ordinary boots Elissa found herself wearing.  They were boots belonging to the sadistic Group XS designed to torture a hapless ponygirl.

 

As Elissa found as she was made to stand on her new footwear, the boots were surprisingly uncomfortable and forced her to bend forward at the waist to maintain her balance.  The discomfort came from the rigid inner lining of the boots which not only kept her weight on her pointed toes, but also embraced her feet in a glass paper-like cocoon; rough, unyielding and ultimately excruciatingly painful to walk in for any length of time.

 

Her balance was thrown because these were not stilettos which required her to keep weight off her heels, but boots tapering down to a wedge-shaped fetlock and ending in a hoof shaped sole, complete with horse shoe, in contact with the ground!

 

She stepped forward gingerly on her new boots and heard the metallic click of her hooves as they struck the stone floor.  Poor Elissa, if only she and her friend Kara hadn’t tried to hitch a ride from the Sheriff, she might have been safely at home right now; instead she was cocooned in shiny black rubber and teetering on pony hooves!

 

Ilsa finished her bondage with the harness waist band which had two straps running through her crotch and held the ball on the other end of Kelly’s fixing in place – deep inside Elissa’s cunt!

 

They were almost ready, two helpless victims of Group XS, one the pony, the other her rider, joined together not only by a shared journey of pain, but also by the metal balls held immovably inside their cunts!

 

It was now time for the straps to be fixed to the two tips of the bra.  Ilsa held the first end over the tip of the right breast, a metal ring with four tiny spring clips on the end of a short piece of elastic which fitted over the ring around Elissa’s nipple.  The design was such that if she allowed the rein to pull too hard, the clips would pull on the wire mesh around each breast, effectively squeezing her breasts painfully inside a thin wire cage.

 

Of course the design also encompassed an incentive not to lag too far behind and be pulled by the breasts. The elastic was there to allow maybe ½” of movement before the spring clips pulled on the wire mesh.

It may not seem a lot, but ½” allows for a lot of painful pull on the nipple, especially if that nipple is fixed in the unforgiving embrace of a heavy, saw-toothed, crocodile clip!

 

As she let the crocodile clip snap its jaws firmly around Elissa’s right nipple there was a muffled blood-curdling scream from the heavily gagged and hooded girl.  A process which was repeated with the left nipple a couple of minutes later.

 

All that remained was for Lisa to complete the union of their tubing – a chance for each to share in the other’s pain, embarrassment and helplessness.  She took the tube leading from Kelly’s gag and threaded it onto the end of Elissa’s catheter before repeating the process and threading Elissa’s tube onto Kelly’s catheter. All that remained was to set the pressure valve so that each girl could only feed the other her golden nectar when her bladder was stretched to breaking point.

 

So it was that the girls were ready to be taken out to the corridor and begin their arduous journey.

 

Ilsa led the girls into the corridor, pulling on Elissa’s reins so she was forced to follow where her nipples and the breast cages led her, the trap on which Kelly rode pitching from side to side as the eccentricity of the wheels took their course,

 

She then found a set of steps to reach up to a ring on the drive chain which ran around the ceiling of the corridor – to this she fastened Elissa’s reins.  They were now set to go on their lonely sojourn round and round the corridor.

 

Of course, it was only once they began their ride that they would realise the true horror of their predicament.

 

For Kelly it would be the discovery that the buggy wobbled from side to side, causing her cunt to be stretched every which way as it towed her along; it would be the realisation that she lifted slowly into the air only to come crashing down again, her rump hitting the dull metal spikes and the ball inside her colliding with her cervix; it would be the realisation that as her cervix collided with the ball it sent a shockwave through her bladder which was slowly distending as time went by… a bladder she could only empty when the valve permitted. 

 

It would also be the discovery that the only way to avoid the pain in her rump, her cervix and her bladder was to pull back mightily on her gag and sandwich her tits inside the spiked metal cylinders.  Only this effort would stop her certain fall back onto the dull spikes and the ball inside her. Of course, she would also have the periodic shock to contend with of a flow of Elissa’s waste as it shot along the tube from her bladder.

 

For Elissa it would be the sense of impenetrable tightness around her head caused by the solidifying gel hood and gag; it would be the heat and sweat building up inside several layers of rubber; it would be the enduring pain in her nipples from the clamps allied to the sharp pain whenever she slowed down and her nipples were tugged and her breasts were squeezed in the cage.

 

It would also be the agonising pain of her boots, her efforts to walk pitched forward on horse shoes and wearing a suit which allowed precious little movement.  It would also be the taste of Kelly’s urine as that escaped from her tortured bladder and the pain she herself would feel as her bladder filled and was unable to empty until the pressure valve relented.

 

 

For both of them there was one further surprise.  The wheels of the buggy wound a spring which slowly tightened and released all its kinetic energy in one go through a magneto attached to the metal pole.  Periodically each girl would accompany the whirr of the magneto with her own tortured cries of pain as the magneto delivered its current through the soft inner membrane of her cunt.

 

Catherine may have glanced up and seen a ponygirl and rider pass across her screen – for the girls concerned, what she saw was more.  Much more…