The Gathering Storm - A Group XS Story

"Catherine Grace's office, Raisa speaking, how may I direct your call?"

"Is this the office of the same Catherine Grace who took down that sex trafficking ring a few years ago?" the woman on the other end asked. She spoke with an unusual accent and almost seemed like she was trying to disguise her voice.

"Yes! The very same," Raisa replied proudly. She had come to America from her home in Czechoslovakia to study criminal justice. She saw in the news after she arrived how Catherine Grace had almost single-handedly taken down Group XS. When she learned that a clerk's position was open in Catherine's office she jumped at the chance. For the past few months she'd been working closely with her personal hero, Catherine.

"I have information about a sex slave organization that has begun operating upstate," the voice said. "I will only give my report personally to Catherine Grace."

"Hmm," Raisa replied, opening Catherine's calendar. "Miss Grace is in court all day today. Would it be possible for her to meet with you tomorrow morning?"

"No," the voice said bruskly. "It must be today. The opportunity will be past tomorrow."

Raisa thought for a moment. She really wanted to help. "Would it be possible for you to meet with me? I work directly for Miss Grace. You can trust me."

There was a pause on the other end while the woman pondered the offer. "Very well. You will tell no one where you are going or what you are doing, and you will come alone. Understood?"

"Yes," Raisa replied. She took down the information about the meet up. She was so excited. This was the whole reason that she got into this field - taking down bad guys and making the world a better place.

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Thunk! The rubber hose landed hard between Tania's legs. The battered slave's screams were nonstop, though she had once again grown hoarse some time before. After she had lost the ability to count out the strokes from her mistresses she had gone wild with fear, nearly pulling her thumbs off as Mistress XS uncoiled her braided wire whip and took a few test swings in the air behind her slave. It was then that Mistress XS offered her a choice - suffering the rest of her punishment under the wire whip, or wearing her new spiked lingerie for a week. Tania eagerly chose the lingerie. Mistress XS smiled, she knew it was only a matter of time before the wretched woman felt the horror of the braided wire whip tearing into her flesh. In the meantime, she was more than happy to leave the threat of its application ever present in her victim's mind.

The two dommes had then decided to flip Tania over to work on her front side. She flailed and fought with newfound strength as her severely battered backside set down upon the hard tabletop. Her knees were spread to the corners of the table by straps. Mistress Olga switched out her paddle for a thin metal rod, and Mistress XS swapped her wooden cane for a rubber hose. The handle of the wire whip was shoved into Tania's mouth to gag her, with the threat that if she let it go, it would be used to flay the skin off her body.

Tania desperately held onto her gag while Mistress XS battered her pussy and tits with the rubber hose and Mistress Olga worked her way up and down Tania's legs with the thin rod. Without Tania counting the strokes out aloud it was difficult for anyone to gauge where they were at in the vicious beating that the doomed woman had earned for herself, not that it mattered. Her mistresses would carry on until they grew bored with their cruelty and only after every inch of their victim's body had felt their wrath.

Snap! Mistress Olga slammed her cane into the back of Tania's calf. Her restraints rattled as she jerked like she'd been jolted by electricity. An angry red line appeared just below the one she'd acquired from the previous strike. Half a dozen more parallel lines were evenly spaced from there up to her knee.

Thunk! The pain in her leg was eclipsed by another strike on her pussy by Mistress XS. The thin leather of her panties did nothing to cushion the impact of the blow. In fact, the strike served to drive the thin spikes lining her panties deeper into her flesh.

Mistress XS set down her rubber hose. "Poor baby," she said, gently rubbing Tania's battered cunt. "I bet that hurts so much. Is your pussy nice and swollen in those tight panties? Maybe I can make you feel better." She slipped a finger into the slave's dry hole. Tania gasped. She hadn't realized that the panties had a split crotch. Mistress XS continued playing with her pussy, working her fingers in and out. It wasn't long before Tania's body began to respond.

Mistress XS stepped away for a moment and when she returned she was wearing a strap-on. She took the wire whip out of Tania's mouth. "Go on, beg me to fuck you."

Tania looked uncertainly at the dildo wagging back and forth between her legs.

"Do it, or I'll continue with the rubber hose!"

"Please, mistress. Fuck my pussy," Tania croaked through her damaged vocal cords.

Mistress XS inserted just the tip. Tania wailed as the intruder nestled aside the spikes pressed against her labia. "Keep begging."

"Please, mistress. Fuck me good, oh!" The dildo pressed in deeper. "Fill me with your big cock. Pound my pussy. Ungh!" Mistress XS forced herself all the way in. Her hips slammed against Tania's, agitating the spikes in her panties.

"More begging! I won't stop until you cum!" Mistress XS commanded.

"Fuck me, mistress! Fill my filthy hole! I want your cock!" Snap! "Aiyeee!" Mistress Olga's metal rod slashed into Tania's thigh.

"Keep begging!" Mistress XS was now slamming her cock in and out so hard that the table would have slid across the room if it hadn't been bolted to the floor. She leaned over the table, pressing her palms down on Tania's spiked breasts.

Tania's begging was interspersed with grunts and screams while the dildo ravaged her. "More! Harder! Fuck me, mistress!" All the while Olga would interject her vicious metal rod into the proceeding. Soon Tania was grunting and moaning and screaming seemingly all at once. It wasn't long before the intensity of pain and pleasure and misery and desperation all swirled together, peaking in an orgasm that left Tania's overstimulated body trembling uncontrollably.

Mistress XS yanked her strap-on out of Tania's pulsating pussy, then she freed the slave's hands and gave her the dildo so that she could lick her juices off of it. Tania obeyed while Mistress XS locked a metal collar around her neck. Olga, meanwhile, went to a spot on the floor and opened a trap door with a metal grate underneath. She lifted the metal grate up, revealing a shallow pit below. Tania was unstrapped from the table and a large ring gag was wedged into her mouth.

"Get in," Mistress XS said, gesturing to the pit.

Tania hardly had the strength to lift herself from the table. Her entire body was covered in bruises, welts, and weals. Every movement caused the spikes in her panties, corset, and bra to shift. Every breath felt like knives twisting in her chest. She shuffled over to the pit and lowered herself down, squatting within. Mistress XS threw a pair of handcuffs at her.

"Feed those through the ring in the floor and put them on with your hands in front of your body."

Once she did, a metal chain was locked onto the front of her collar, then the grate was replaced over the pit. The chain was pulled up. Tania came up with it. Her arms were pulled tight with the thin, metal handcuffs digging into her wrists. The chain was locked to the grate with so little slack that Tania's head was forced back and her face was pressed into the bars overhead. She moaned in distress. The harsh position kept her body pulled tight from her hands to her neck. She could neither sit nor stand. Her only option was a partial squat that stressed her legs.

"We'll give you a few days to recover," Mistress XS explained. "Then you can tour the dungeons showing your new lingerie to all the members. You will be fucked in it. You will be tortured in it. You will learn to take it off and put it on by yourself. So rest up, you've got a busy week ahead of you."

Mistress XS strolled out of the room. Mistress Olga stepped over the grate and regarded the miserable woman staring up at her from below with her red, teary eyes. Olga lowered her panties and squatted down over Tania's trapped face, then she unleashed a torrent of hot piss over the slave, dousing her hair, stinging her eyes, and filling her ring gagged mouth.

"Drink up," Olga urged. "I doubt you'll be offered much else while you're down there."

When she finished, she pulled up her panties and closed the trapdoor over the grate. Tania was thrown into darkness, shivering against the damp chill, and hurting all over.

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Emily's could hardly hold herself up anymore. The pole buried in her cunt was lodged deep up inside her. She sobbed as she sagged down on it, knowing that if she tried to lift herself with her exhausted legs she would feel the downward facing bristles on the dildo resist her the entire way. She had spent most of the hour after her lunch break with a long leather strap wrapped partly around her hand. She traded blows with Katie, who likewise was provided with a leather strap, swinging the cruel implement over her shoulder or around her waist, marring her skin with yet more welts. Mistress Lisa kept a close watch with a bullwhip in hand, ready to lay an agonizing strike on Katie if either girl failed to whip herself hard enough. By the time each girl had given herself fifty blows Mistress Lisa was laying into poor Katie after nearly every strike as their strength failed.

"Enough," Mistress Lisa finally decided. She set down her bullwhip and took the strap from Katie. She embraced the sobbing, exhausted woman, running her fingers along several of the new welts she'd laid across her back. "I've really had fun playing with you today, Emily, but I'm getting a little tired. Maybe we ought to call it a day."

Emily perked up. Maybe she would finally be given a chance to rest. But looking at her current situation, that didn't seem possible. She was alone, trapped in her apartment, pinned in place by the bar between her legs and under the close, personal supervision of one of the most evil organizations on the planet. Indeed, her fears were confirmed when Mistress Lisa asked her to reach for another of the packages laying on the table next to her.

"I can't get over how lovely your tits are," Mistress Lisa remarked as Emily opened the package. "I just can't wait to play with them in person. I suppose this will have to do for now."

Emily cringed as she held up the bulky leather bra. It didn't take her long to notice the pointy, metal spikes that lined the insides of the cups, but her attention was drawn to other mysterious features elsewhere. She didn't have time to study them, though, before Lisa urged her to put the bra on. She slid her arms into the shoulder straps. The bra clasped together in the front. Emily closed her eyes and groaned as she loaded her large tits into the spiked cups. Her moan morphed to an anguished yelp as she clasped the bra closed and the spikes ground into her trapped tits. There were no straps to adjust the fit - the bra only came in one size: too small.

"It looks great on you! Now, do you see the little knobs all over the outside of the cups? You're going to turn those as far as they will go."

There were about eight knobs on each side, spread evenly over each breast. Emily's hands trembled in fear as she lifted her fingers to the first small knob. She twisted it, expecting the worst, and she was not disappointed. The cups of the bra were actually two layers, a stiff leather outside and the softer spike-lined interior. Turning the knob pressed a bolt into a small metal plate between the two layers, compressing the interior. Emily wailed as the spikes drove deeper into her tits. It was unclear whether the sharp metal had broken the skin, but it certainly hurt like it had.

Every turn of each bolt shrank the volume of space for her breasts. Emily cried and whimpered as her poor tits were cruelly compressed by the spiked bra. She soon found herself envious of Katie, who had spent the day wearing a "normal" punishment bra rather than this nightmarish contraption. When she finally finished turning the last knob she had to consciously keep pulling her hands away from her breasts to undo her terrible bondage.

"Excellent! Now before we get you all packed away for the evening, we ought to get you dinner. Go ahead and open up another can of dogfood and another bottle of the 'wine'. I'll get Katie ready for the evening while you do."

Emily's stomach turned as she opened another can of the horrible, smelly dogfood. She scooped the greasy slop into her mouth and tried to swallow it without letting the foul taste touch her tongue - she failed at that. The awfulness lingered in her mouth, that is, until she uncorked the bottle of "wine".

Her bladder was still dreadfully full from the previous bottle she'd downed earlier. This, despite the fact that a catheter was available to readily drain her piss away. Unfortunately, that tube ran directly into her plugged ass which was already full to bursting with her expelled urine. The pressure in her ass made emptying her bladder an exercise in futility unless she squeezed really hard, forcing the liquid through the one way valve on her catheter and depositing the contents into her overstretched butt - a prospect that was hardly any better and provided almost no relief.

While Emily busied herself with her dinner, Mistress Lisa attended to Katie. She stripped the girl of everything she was wearing, leaving her only with the end of the shiny metal piss plug jutting out from her pee hole. Emily gasped as Mistress Lisa removed the punishment bra, revealing Katie's bruised, scoured, and mangled tits beneath. Next her ankles were freed from the stocks at the base of the pole. Katie instantly brought her legs together, groaning as the bristled dildo resisted sliding out of her pussy.

"Come on. Up and off," Lisa encouraged, helping her raise the last inch needed to remove herself from the pole. Katie sighed in relief as the cruel dildo exited her cunt. No longer trapped upright by the pole, Katie collapsed to the floor in exhaustion.

"On your knees, slave! Is this how you show proper respect to your mistress?" Lisa snapped.

Katie quickly scrambled up from the floor and knelt before Mistress Lisa with her hands behind her head. "I'm sorry, mistress," she mumbled.

"Put this on." She threw a mass of latex clothing at the slave. Katie hurried to put it on, starting with the black latex stockings. She smoothed the material up her legs, making sure the fake seams up the back were perfectly straight. Next was the sleeveless black top. Katie pulled it on over her head, discovering that there were four holes in the torso - two for her arms and two for her tits, which she carefully coaxed out, putting them on full display like two slabs of tenderized meat. This was followed by a latex hood. Katie bundled up her hair behind her head and slid the hood over her face, her big doe eyes and pouty lips were the only bits that showed through the holes in the latex. Now Katie donned the elbow length latex opera gloves.

Her latex covered body squeaked softly as she prepared the final item - a pair of panties with two large dildos mounted on the inside. She brought them to her mouth and licked all up and down the fake cocks, gazing intently at her mistress as she did so. Lisa was clearly getting turned on watching her slavegirl get dressed. Her hand roamed down to her own latex panties to fondle her pussy while Katie struggled to pull her tight panties up her legs and insert the dildos into her holes. When Katie finally finished she again took up position submissively kneeling before her mistress with her hands behind her head.

"Mmm, you look good enough to eat, or rather, good enough to eat me," Mistress Lisa said. She pulled her panties down and leaned back against her desk. "I want you to make me cum while Emily gets ready for the evening."

Katie shuffled forward on her knees, careful not to scuff her delicate stockings, and eagerly plunged her face between her mistress's thighs. Her little pink tongue darted out between her lips, delving into the depths of Mistress Lisa's wet pussy.

"Ohhh, ohhh! That's good," Lisa enthused. "Your friend here is a first class muff diver," Lisa told Emily. "Once you arrive, we'll get you two together and then you'll really see what she can do."

Emily had finished drinking the bottle of piss while Katie got dressed. Her stomach was painfully full, adding to the excruciating pressure in her bladder and ass. Her tits were throbbing in pain from the pressure of her tortuous bra. At this moment she wished that she could trade places with Katie, who, aside from being dressed as a latex slave and forced to lick her mistress's pussy, was relatively unfettered and free from painful punishments - for now, at least.

Mistress Lisa had Emily unwrap her remaining packages and array them on the table next to her. "First we'll have you toss the steel cable over the ceiling beam overhead. Make it so that both ends hang down at about the same height." It took Emily a few tries before she got the cable over the beam and into position. "Now take the leather mittens and clip them onto one end of the cable, but don't put them on yet."

Each end of the steel cable ended in a small loop. The leather mittens were big enough to fit Emily's balled up fists and were connected to each other by a metal carabiner. She snapped that clip onto one of the loops.

"I imagine that by now your legs must be quite exhausted from standing on your feet all day. Unfortunately, you'll be standing all night, too. But maybe some shoes will help. Put those on."

Emily took the six inch stilettos out of the box and carefully dropped one near each foot. With her ankles still trapped in the stocks affixed to the pole she didn't have too much freedom of movement, but the stocks could rotate about the central pole and move up and down it. She stepped into the shoes and groaned. The shoes didn't provide any additional height under her toes, but the stilettos did provide support under her heels, somewhat relieving the strain on her legs and even lifting her slightly off the pole so she was no longer "sitting" on her cervix, though Emily knew well from experience that spending any amount of time standing in six inch heels was its own kind of torture.

"Mmm. I love the way those shape your legs," Mistress Lisa purred, pressing Katie's latex covered face harder into her pussy. "And they match your stockings so nicely. I think a hood would really help complete the look. Do that next."

Emily pulled the thick black hood over her head, feeling the rich, well-worn leather pervade her senses. She tightened the buckles in the back, the leather pressed in all around her. "You may unzip the eyeholes. There's plenty we want you to see tonight," Lisa said with a sinister smirk. "Unzip the mouth hole too. We'll do your gag next."

Emily fumbled for the zippers on the hood and opened them, peering out through the narrow slits opened up in front of her eyes. She found the red ball gag and raised it to her mouth. It took some effort to force the large ball in behind her teeth, leaving her jaw spread achingly wide. She strapped it in behind her head while she wondered about the little electrical port on the outside part of the ball in her mouth.

"Just a few more things. Take that padlock and attach the ring on the top of your hood to the unused loop on the overhead cable. And then, of course every good slave has a collar, so you can put that on." By now Katie's skilled cunnilingus had worked Mistress Lisa up good. The cruel blonde was grinding her cunt against her latex slave's face while Katie struggled to keep probing her pussy with her tongue while also attempting to steal a breath of fresh air every now and then.

Emily locked her hood to the cable and raised the collar to her throat. The collar had a small box attached to the front, roughly the size of a pack of cigarettes. Three small wires dangled down from it. The collar was a tall, stiff leather affair that wrapped the entirety of her neck from the tops of her shoulders to just under her chin. She closed the buckles on the collar, feeling her face flush from its tight grip about her throat. Her head was held stiffly upright by the hard, unyielding leather. She could no longer tip her face up or down.

"Mmmm. Oh, yes! Yes!" Lisa was hardly paying attention to Emily anymore. She was enthusiastically humping poor Katie, whose entire face was slathered in her mistress's pussy juice. Katie bore the rough facefucking like a champ, eagerly trying to keep up as Lisa rode her like a hobbyhorse. "Now plug in the cables from your collar. The middle one goes to your gag and the other two connect onto the cups of your bra."

Emily didn't like the sound of this. Mistress Lisa immediately picked up on her hesitation. "Do it, or you'll watch me flay the skin off your dear Katie's tits!" Katie gasped and pulled her head away from Lisa's pussy, earning her a hard slap across the face. "Get back to work, slut!"

Emily blindly felt around on her collar for the correct cables. She slipped the banana plug on the center cable into the port on her gag, then she found the exposed metal attachment points on her bra and clipped the two other cables to them.

"Unngh! Ohh! Deeper, deeper!" Lisa gasped, encouraging Katie on. "Now flip the switch on your collar."

Emily braced herself as she found the rocker switch and flipped it.

"Aiyeeee!" she shrieked as the studs lining the inside of her bra crackled violently with electricity.

"Ohhhhh!" Lisa moaned simultaneously as Emily's agonizing reaction pushed her over the edge and orgasmic bliss coursed through her body. Emily's whole body stiffened under the electric onslaught. Her trapped and crushed tits flopped wildly up and down within the confines of her terrible, tortuous bra. She reached up to flip the switch off again, but it had no effect - the searing pain continued.

After the first few agonizing seconds elapsed, Emily reflexively clenched her jaw to brace against the pain. When she did so, however, the current cut out. She quickly realized that biting down on her gag was the trigger to disable the electric shocks. Her body shuddered with her sobs as she came down from her frantic exertion. She was determined to keep her teeth firmly clamped onto her gag - which was easy to say now, but she had a long night ahead of her after a very exhausting day.

"Good, you've figured out the pressure switch," Lisa remarked. "Though I did not give you permission to flip the switch off. Fortunately, we disabled the 'off' functionality. That thing will keep going until the batteries run out. But we need to do something with your hands to keep you out of trouble, and we've prepared just the thing. Reach up behind you and slip your hands into the leather mittens."

Emily groped up behind her back and found the holes for the mittens. She was able to slip her hands inside once she balled her hands into fists.

"Now pull down on the cable," Lisa instructed.

Emily could hear the click-click of the zip ties embedded within the cuffs of the mittens. Now that they were pulled tight her hands were trapped within the mittens suspended behind her back. She let her hands fall and felt the tug on her hood from the cable attached to the other end. Her hands hung awkwardly near the small of her back.

"Very good. Now we ought to get your friend settled in for the night." Mistress Lisa stood up and tossed a dildo gag from behind her desk to Katie. Katie reluctantly inserted it into her mouth and was soon gagging and choking on the slender cock that poked at the back of her throat. Meanwhile, Mistress Lisa attached a pair of thick cuffs around her slave's ankles. She dragged the girl by her legs beneath a set of chains that dangled from the ceiling and flipped a switch to lower them. She attached a chain to each ankle then raised them once more.

Katie was slowly lifted until she hung with her head several feet from the floor. Her continued gags and retches from the cock in her throat caused her to sway gently back and forth. Her soft, exposed tits sagged beautifully toward her chin with her puffy pink nipples pointed to the floor.

"Have you heard that Katie is an accomplished artist now?" Lisa asked Emily. She stepped off camera for a moment and returned holding a framed painting. The image it depicted was immediately familiar to Emily. It showed a silhouette of a bound woman with her feet spread shoulder width apart, up on her toes due to the long pole inserted between her legs, her breasts were bound and her arms were pinned high up behind her back via a cable that ran up to the ceiling and connected to her hooded head. It was an artistic representation of the predicament Emily found herself in now.

"That's right," Lisa crowed. "You have Katie to thank for your current situation. We've been able to draw great inspiration from her work. We now know which punishments have had the greatest impact on her, and we're sharing them with the other slaves here to see if we can improve upon them."

"Katie is fiercely proud of her paintings. I'm sure they'll be worth a pretty penny some day. Especially since they are getting rarer and rarer as she ruins them one by one." Katie groaned as Lisa took her prized artwork and set it face up beneath her, propped up several inches above the floor by a box on either side. "But you won't let any harm come to this one, will you Katie?"

The poor slave must have known that inevitably all her precious creations would be destroyed by her evil captors. Still, they loved to torment her with the possibility of sparing, or, at least momentarily delaying the destruction of each piece. And they always made sure that the inevitable loss was done at her own hand due to her failure to protect it. Katie's concern for her artwork was briefly set aside as Mistress Lisa rummaged through her desk again and managed to find two large, menacing fishhooks.

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Katie begged as Mistress Lisa pinched her nipple and swung her suspended in close. She grabbed at her mistress's wrist and was quickly admonished.

"Clasp your hands behind your back and keep them there, or you'll regret it!" Lisa snapped. Katie complied with tears streaming from her eyes. She and Emily watched in terror as Lisa lined up the tip of the hook behind the nipple she grasped and jabbed the sharp point into her breast until it erupted out the other side. Katie shrieked at the top of her lungs as her tit was pierced by the vicious hook. She flailed wildly about, failing to free herself from Lisa's tight grasp on her nipple, but, to her credit, she did manage to keep her hands behind her back. She begged and whimpered while Lisa punched her other nipple to give her second breast the same treatment which gave equally painful results.

Lisa gave Katie a few minutes to appreciate her newly pierced tits, then she dragged a cinder block out from a corner the room. "Hold this," she said, thrusting the brick towards Katie.

Katie grabbed the heavy block and groaned as she let the weight dangle below her head with her arms pulled straight. She was suspended just high enough that the brick swung a couple inches above her painting below her. She knew letting go would cause the brick to tear through the canvas.

Lisa smiled as she watched Katie struggle with the awkward burden. "Here, let me help you with that," she offered. She picked up a thin chain and knelt before her suspended slave. She hooked one end of the chain onto one of the breast hooks, then she lifted the cinder block and threaded the chain through one of its holes, finally she connected the other end of the chain to the other hook. When she let go of the block, Katie tried to lower it so her arms were straight again, but a sharp tug on her impaled titties stopped her. If she was to continue holding the brick, she'd need to use her arms to hold it higher.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Katie pleaded once more as she struggled to hold her new burden. Now if she let the brick fall she would not only destroy her beloved artwork, but she would also find out if the weight would be enough to tear the cruel hooks out from her breasts.

"Nnngh!" Emily begged on her friend's behalf.

"What do you think? Will she be able to last the whole night?" Lisa asked. "Fortunately, you'll be able to watch her all night and find out! Though I do have one more task for you." She looked at her watch. "It's a little after seven. I'm going to come back and check on you sometime around midnight. In that time I would like you to rotate clockwise around your post five times. I don't want you procrastinating and doing it all at the end though, so I expect you to make at least one turn per hour. Katie can see a clock from her position. You'll let me know if she doesn't keep up, right Katie?"

Katie was clearly preoccupied with her own predicament, but agreed to help her mistress out. Emily dreaded the new twist in her punishment. She could imagine how awful it'd feel to have the bristled dildo scrape along her insides.

"Goodnight ladies!" Lisa left the room.

Emily couldn't see a clock from her perch in her living room. She decided she ought to be conservative and start turning now so that she wouldn't fall behind and earn herself more punishments. She pressed her toes against the floor to lift herself up as high as she could before rotating. She grunted as she felt the bristles resist leaving her cunt. She cried out as she took the first small, tentative step. It felt like her pussy was being scoured by the bristles. She pressed on.

It was when she was halfway around that she realized the additional effect of her movement - as she turned, the cable overhead which connected her wrists to her hood was twisting. As it wound up it allowed less slack in the line. With each turn she was pulling herself into a stricter and stricter strappado!

She wailed her dismay to no one in particular, then resumed turning. She knew from awful experience that failing to follow instructions would only result in worse punishment.