The Gathering Storm - A Group XS Story

"Grrr! Ungh! Ungh!" Beth bit down hard on the handle of the whip held in her mouth, adding more of her teeth marks to the wrapped leather. The stinging, buzzing electric agony crescendoed in her cunt until her pussy felt like it was crawling with thousands of tapdancing spiders with needles on their feet. She begrudgingly stepped down from the metal bar that she was perched upon. The electric current cut out. Beth groaned as, rather being relieved, her agony merely shifted elsewhere in her body.

She could hear the rawhide laces on her corset creak as her weight moved from her feet to the bindings that suspended her in the air. The vicious bearhug about her waist grew tighter and Beth's moans intensified. Over the past hour the ice cold enema had been steadily draining into her ass, swelling her belly with the liquid and subjecting her to terrible cramps. The tightening corset magnified her suffering as it pressed hard around her bloated tummy. She felt like she would pop.

The immense pressure on her insides pushed on the hard, metal dildo buried in her pussy, trying to force it out of her body to make room for her compressed organs. Unfortunately, the dildo was held into her pussy by a set of presses that latched onto her inner labia. As the dildo bulged out, it stretched her smashed pussy lips down, preventing it from coming out in the most painful way possible.

Beth dangled in misery for just a moment, her toes barely scraping the floor, unable to lift herself any higher and provide desperately sought after slack in her corset's bindings. As her belly had swollen with the enema, the corset was unable to draw as small as it had initially, robbing her of the extra length that would allow her to touch the floor as she once had. 

She counted to thirty in her head, gasping for breath under the tremendous pressure on her diaphragm. The timing she had to learn painfully by trial and error. After thirty seconds without contact the electricity sent to the dildo would reset to its original level and she could bear standing up on the bar again. Though as she perched there the intensity of the shocks would slowly ratchet up again until she was forced to suspend herself once more.

Her feet sought out her perch. She braced herself for the sting of current as it entered her cunt from the dildo. The balls of her feet pressed against the metal and she stretched up as high as she could, desperate for relief from the crushing hold of the corset. She could feel the laces relent. With her abdomen less compressed from the outside, the enema was able to flow once again, but its rate was slowing as she filled more and more.

She glanced up at the tank suspended overhead. The block of ice had shrunken to the size of a grapefruit and slid around in half an inch of liquid. Her arms trembled with exhaustion. She'd held them overhead this entire time - trying to lift the candles she'd been given beneath the container to help the ice melt. Melted wax dripped and drizzled, running down her already caked arms and splashing down onto her singed and squeezed tits which were yanked upward by the weight of the container hanging above. The weight had lessened as the container drained, but it was small consolation considering the contents merely moved from overhead to within her bursting, agonized ass.

She wondered if she'd make it. Master V had threatened to turn her over to Mistress XS if she hadn't emptied the container before he returned. The thought of what that meant played itself out in her head over and over again.

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Raisa pulled into the empty parking garage of the abandoned mall and drove to the third floor, as instructed. She was so excited. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She felt like she was in some sort of spy movie, meeting a secret informant in a discreet location.

She stepped out of her car and smoothed her skirt. There was only one other vehicle in the garage - a tall, white van parked in a corner where the lights were not functioning. As she walked towards it a figure came out of the driver's seat. They wore a loose hooded sweatshirt that obscured their face.

"You work with Catherine Grace?" the accented female voice said.

Raisa thought the voice was familiar. She was trying to place where she had heard it before. "Yes, I do," she replied.

Of course Group XS knew she worked with Catherine. They knew every last detail about their greatest foe. They knew that she would be tied up in court all day today. They knew that if they called her do-gooder assistant with a limited time opportunity to take down some sex traffickers that she couldn't resist it. That she would rush out without any regard for her own personal safety and meet a mysterious figure in a dark, abandoned parking garage. Poor naive Raisa didn't know that this whole scheme was intended as a plot to target her, to get her alone.

"I have something very interesting to show you. Come this way," the dark figure said. She walked around to the back of the van. Raisa followed. The doors were opened. She peered inside but there was no light within and the darkened corner of the parking garage provided little light from the outside. The rear of the van seemed to be scattered with junk. Far in the back she thought she saw movement.

"What is this?" Raisa asked.

"Lean in. Get a closer look. I'll see if I can find the light switch."

Raisa stepped closer. The light switched on inside. This wasn't any ordinary van, and it wasn't filled with any ordinary junk. Raisa's eyes passed over the whips, the chains, the shackles, the hoods, but most astoundingly, in the back, standing up against the bulkhead was a bound and spread-eagled woman. Before Raisa had a chance to turn around, before she even had a chance to scream, she felt the needle plunge into her neck and deliver its contents.

Raisa immediately fell limp, crumpling onto the floor of the van. Her face hit the metal floor hard. She could taste blood in her mouth where she had bitten her tongue. But she didn't pass out. She panicked. Her mind said scream, her mind said run - but her body didn't comply.

"What's happening?" she frantically thought. She couldn't move! She was paralyzed! She felt her assailant grab onto her as her body, bent over the rear bumper of the van, started to slide out. She was dragged fully into the back of the van like a ragdoll and dumped on the floor face up. Her mind raced with fear. She was completely helpless.

Her captor stepped up into the back and pulled down her hood, revealing her face. Raisa's heart stopped. She may have been forgiven for not recognizing the woman's voice - she had mostly only read the court transcripts - but there was no mistaking her face. Sure, her hair was a little bit grayer than the last time Raisa saw her, but she instantly recognized the woman from the case she had extensively studied - Dr. Zorhof!

"Hello, Raisa," Dr. Zorhof whispered as she brushed the clerk's blond hair out of her eyes. "Recognize me?" She smiled. "I'm an old friend of your boss, Catherine." The way she whispered Catherine dripped with venom. It would have sent a shiver down her spine, if her body hadn't been paralyzed by whatever it was Dr. Zorhof had injected her with. Raisa was so scared that she thought she might pass out. She willed her body to move with all her might. She couldn't even wiggle a finger.

Dr. Zorhof perhaps sensed the girl's determination as she bent over to undo the buttons on her victim's blouse. "Don't worry," she said softly to her. "In a few minutes the muscle relaxant will wear off, then you can struggle as much as you like." She slid her tongue into her Raisa's ear and wriggled it around. Raisa couldn't even cringe from this disgusting invasion.

Dr. Zorhof finished unbuttoning Raisa's blouse and moved to her skirt. She smirked as she saw that the muscle relaxant had caused her captive to piss herself. She carefully pulled the damp skirt down over Raisa's legs, removing her shoes along the way.

"Don't worry about your panties. You'll have an opportunity to clean them later," Zorhof purred.

Raisa was rolled onto her front. She could feel the cold steel floor of the van on her stomach while Dr. Zorhof pulled her arms out of her blouse and then unclasped her bra. A million thoughts raced through her brain. How could Dr. Zorhof be out and about? She just had some additional processing paperwork for her and Dr. Saavik come across her desk a few days ago. A few signatures from Catherine would affirm that they should be denied parole indefinitely. The evil duo should be safely locked away in Harden Maximum Security Prison upstate. This was impossible.

Dr. Zorhof finished undressing Raisa, everything except for her piss-soaked white cotton panties. Raisa was dragged farther into the van. She desperately wanted to look around, to see what was happening, but she couldn't move a muscle. Her head was positioned so that she was staring at a tiny cage (currently empty). Raisa studied the flat metal bars, realizing that the sides facing into the cage were covered in dull spikes.

Zorhof moved Raisa to a very specific spot in the center of the van, then she got to work. Sturdy leather cuffs were affixed to her wrists and ankles. This was followed by a matching collar fitted snugly around her neck. Next, Dr. Zorhof picked up a thick steel pipe. She snapped one end into a connector on the ceiling above Raisa. The opposite end had a T-shaped crossbar. Dr. Zorhof flipped a latch, allowing the telescoping pipe to lengthen. The doctor extended it almost all the way. Raisa could feel the cold steel press into the small of her back, not exactly pinning her to the floor, but certainly keeping her body prone underneath the crossbar.

Now the doctor fitted additional metal arms a few feet up on the bar. Each arm was a couple feet long, and they were arranged to form an X that was parallel to the floor. Once Dr. Zorhof was satisfied with their placement she took each of Raisa's cuffed limbs and locked them to the end of one of the arms.

Raisa felt her body bow as her torso was held down, but her arms and legs were bent back towards the ceiling. She wanted to scream. She wanted to fight. She wanted to cry. Instead, she could only drool as her body was easily manipulated by her kidnapper.

With her arms and legs held securely out of the way, Dr. Zorhof bundled Raisa's long blond hair into a ponytail and tied a leather strap around it. The other end of the leather strap she yanked back, bending Raisa's neck as far as it would go before tying off the strap to the pole pressed against her back. Raisa helplessly endured the intense strain on her neck and back.

With her head now held up from the floor, Raisa found herself forced to stare at the doctor's other victim, currently bound against the bulkhead separating the front of the van from the rear. The girl couldn't have been older than about twenty. Her entire body except for her tits and her head was covered in a tight fitting leather bodysuit. The straps spaced along her arms, legs, and torso had been drawn so tight that her flesh seemed to bulge out around them. Her hands had been balled into fists and enclosed in the leather mittens at the ends of her sleeves. Her feet were held en pointe by the stiff ballet boots that were integral to the bodysuit.

The girl's arms and legs were pulled to the corners of the wall, pinning her up against it in a standing spread-eagle. However, her pointed toes did not touch the ground. Her weight was supported partly by the restraints that held her against the bulkhead, but mostly by the leather padded post that jutted horizontally out from the wall between her legs.

As severe as this bondage was, the worst part was the girl's tits. Each one had been pulled through a narrow rubber ring on the front of her bodysuit, starkly contrasting her soft pink flesh against the dark leather all around it. Her tits were awash with signs of abuse, from her heavily bruised nipples to the welts and burns peppered about her breasts. But most horrifying of all was the thick metal skewer that currently pierced the girl's tits. The sharp metal tip had been pressed in from the side of one breast, then erupted out that same breast in front of her sternum before entering and leaving her other tit in the same way.

Raisa didn't know that Dr. Zorhof had taken her time inserting the skewer, moving slowly, deliberately, purposefully, backing it out and then pushing it in again so that it was seated just right. The end result was a horrifying tit-kabob, the thin metal spike gleaming in the light of the van. Clipped onto each end of the skewer was a thin wire. The wires led up to a box mounted on a small shelf near the girl's head. A third wire came out of the box. It lead to a microphone that was clipped over the girl's ear and positioned near her mouth.

The girl glanced back and forth between Dr. Zorhof and Raisa. Her short brown hair was matted against her sweaty forehead. The mascara that had been artfully applied to her eyes had smeared down her tear-stained cheeks, leaving thin black streaks. Her dry, cracked lips twitched apprehensively.

The girl locked eyes with Raisa. "Help me," she silently mouthed.

Of course Raisa was in no position to help anybody just now. Dr. Zorhof finished tying off her ponytail then noticed Raisa's fearful stare at her traveling companion. "Raisa, I'd like you to meet Alison Wells," Dr. Zorhof whispered. "She and I were playing in my medical suite last week and despite asking her several times to stop screaming in my ear, she persisted. Therefore, I brought her along today so that she could learn the value of SILENCE!" She shouted the final word so loud that it rattled the unused chains dangling from the walls of the van.

The box mounted next to Alison's head had two rows of ten LEDs on it. As Dr. Zorhof spoke the top row of green LEDs blinked on, showing one or two or three lights matching the volume of her speech. About ten seconds later the same pattern repeated on the bottom row of red LEDs, but as it did Raisa could see Alison tense and grimace. The red LEDs, as it soon became obvious, indicated the intensity of the electric shock that was being fed into her skewered tits.

When Dr. Zorhof shouted that final word, all ten green lights illuminated. Alison's face reflected her fear and panic. She had silently endured the start of the doctor's introduction, but now she knew what was coming and it was bad, really bad. Indeed, as the red LEDs blazed on, Alison's entire body stiffened and shook. Her tortured tits flopped wildly up and down in unison, tethered together as they were by the painful skewer they shared. And she screamed. It was a shrill, piercing scream that caused all the green lights on the box to illuminate once more.

The electricity soon cut out, leaving Alison sobbing and gasping (more noise that was dutifully recorded by the insidious box) until the next surge caused by her scream activated ten seconds later. Alison screamed again. This time, at least, she managed to choke off the sound shortly after it escaped her mouth.

She was given little respite before the next severe blast she had earned, since her sobbing had registered more punishment for the helpless girl in between, albeit less intense than the scream induced surges. Her sobs mixed with moans as this was meted out.

Alison was determined to stifle the next wave of pain. She bit her lip hard, drawing blood as her titties danced under the electric onslaught. Nevertheless, her protests still lit eight of the green LEDs.

This vicious feedback loop continued for several more cycles before Alison was finally able to stifle her audible responses enough to reduce her punishment to a steady baseline of one or two lights triggered by her persistent sobbing. Dr. Zorhof and Raisa watched the whole proceeding in amusement and horror, respectively.

With Alison's show winding down, Dr. Zorhof turned her attention back to her newest captive. The first sign that Raisa's paralysis was wearing off was the spasming of her legs. The cuffs clattered softly as they yanked against the bars holding her ankles back. Soon Raisa was flexing her wrists, futilely trying to free herself from her bondage. She reached blindly for her cuffs, hoping she might undo the buckles that trapped her arms. Finally, she regained control of her voice, though Dr. Zorhof's demonstration with Alison convinced her to soften her protests to an occasional muted grunt as she struggled.

It was at this point that the evil doctor decided to bring out her latest twist that would keep Raisa occupied for the duration of her travels. A pair of metal gadgets clattered to the floor near Raisa's head. Raisa, now able to twist and wriggle a bit more freely looked down at the devices with confusion. They almost looked like smaller versions of a bear trap - which is precisely what they were modelled after.

Dr. Zorhof carefully adjusted each device, prying open its metal jaws until there was an audible 'click' that held them open. Then she positioned the pair of devices directly beneath Raisa's chest. Raisa fearfully glanced down through the corners of her eyes at the menacing mechanical machines yawning wide beneath her heavy dangling breasts. With her ponytail tied tightly back against the post pinning her to the floor she was incapable of pressing her tits against the triggers that would snap the jaws shut, not that she wanted to, of course. Dr. Zorhof clipped several chains to the traps to help keep them in place, then she shifted her attention to some ropes that she fiddled with behind Raisa's back and out of her sight. When she was finished she pulled the end of a rope down and held it in front of Raisa's mouth.

"I'd like you to hold this for me," the doctor whispered, holding the rope so that Raisa could bite down on it like a bit gag. "Don't let go," she warned. Raisa obeyed and could feel a gentle tug upwards from the weight of whatever pulled the rope upwards.

It seemed that the doctor's preparations were nearly complete. She took a thin wire and plugged it into the post that was supporting most of Alison's weight. The other end of the wire had a sticky, flat electrode which she placed over Raisa's heart. Raisa gasped as, next, she felt the doctor stretch her wet panties away from her body and slip something soft against her pussy before pulling her underwear back in place.

"Now, we've got a bit of a drive until we make it up to your new home at Group XS headquarters," Dr. Zorhof explained, "and I don't want you two getting bored, so I've got something to keep you entertained." She flipped a switch on the wall. Raisa and Alison gasped in unison. Raisa because the small vibrator nestled against her pussy sprang to life, and Alison because the post she straddled also began pleasantly buzzing against her cunt.

"The intensity of Miss Wells's vibrator is linked to your heart rate, Raisa. She's a bit of a screamer when she cums, so she'd probably appreciate it if you remained calm. Your vibrator is beyond your control, however. I've got it set to various programs that I think you'll enjoy very much. I wouldn't be surprised if you came a dozen times before we arrived. All set? Any questions? Then let's hit the road!"

She gathered up her bag, then stopped. "I almost forgot one thing," she said. Raisa felt the wicked woman lean down and fuss with something behind her head. Raisa gasped as the leather strap yanking her head severely backwards suddenly came undone. With no support holding her back, Raisa's body sagged forward. She arrested her fall just in time to prevent herself from mashing her tits into the triggers that would snap the bear traps closed. Now, if she wanted to keep her head up and her tits free from the fearsome traps, she would have to arch her back to hold herself up. Raisa groaned and tried to shift into a position that would put less strain on her back, there was none. The surge of fear from the sudden drop and the near miss of triggering the traps had set her heart racing. The sybian-like device mounted between Alison's legs roared with intensity, causing its rider to squirm with fear and arousal.

"Have a pleasant trip!" Dr. Zorhof called back before climbing out of the van and slamming the door shut. The loud bang easily lit off all ten green lights on the box near Alison's head, starting up another agonizing cycle of shocks for the terrified, aroused, and helpless girl.