The Gathering Storm - A Group XS Story

Georgina was beyond exhausted. She'd been awake for over twenty four hours, the last fourteen or so she'd spent tortured in the back of this truck. Her legs could hardly support her weight any longer. They trembled as she continued to dutifully press her feet into the spiked floor beneath her. The leather crotch strap between her legs had been pulled so tight for so long that it felt like it had become a part of her body - a persistent dull ache on her pussy and pelvis that never went away. Her poor tits felt like they'd been turned to hamburger. She was afraid to look down and see what had become of her once proud bosom. Drool dribbled slowly from her gagged mouth. She had mostly learned to stop biting down on the choke gag and sending its expanding rubber bulb back into her throat, but its length still tickled at her gag reflex anyway. When it did, the spasm of her choking caused her to jolt her body as it hung by her tits from the ceiling, sending a sharp flash of pain through her chest.

She looked at the clock on the wall ahead of her. It had coldly ticked away the minutes of her inexorable journey. Twelve forty AM. For the last half hour the truck had remained stationary. No shocks transited from her feet to the nipples of her daughters suspended beside her. In fact, the respite had allowed the exhausted twins to fall asleep. Georgina could hear their soft snores rumble out of the rebreather bags affixed to their tube gags as they slowly inflated and deflated. There was no sleep for Georgina though. The few times she nodded off, she was jerked awake as her collapsing body snapped her insidious bra sharply into her tits, instantly making her regret her lack of discipline.

The back door of the truck rumbled open. Georgina blinked against the bright lights of the garage that flooded in. With her back to the door she couldn't see who came in. Sheriff Spite? Someone else? It didn't matter, Georgina was too exhausted to look about. Whoever it was got straight to work.

A hand clasped her left wrist and gave it a tug. Georgina grunted in protest. Didn't this person know that her wrist was cuffed to her daughter's clit? They knew. Serena stirred as she felt her sensitive clit twisted and tugged by the clamp that so viciously crushed her nerve-rich bud. Her captor teased the girl a bit longer, wriggling Georgina's arm up and down, painfully stretching her flesh, then - snap. The clamp on Serena's clit was pinched open. Her stretched clit sprang back to her body. Serena shrieked as the blood flow was no longer restricted and every nerve in her sensitive nub fired at once. She bucked and thrashed as her cunt blazed in pain. She tried to double over, Georgina felt a harsh tug on her ankle as the nipple clamps connecting it to poor Serena arrested her vicious thrashing.

Georgina lifted her leg to try and lessen her daughter's pain. This put her off balance. Without thinking, she pulled at her left hand, her captor had let go of her wrist after undoing the clamp. Her cramped fist pulled free from her daughter's pussy, but it had been embedded in there for so long that it was like peeling bare skin from a leather couch on a humid day. The additional pain added to Serena's overstimulated body, throwing more fuel to her frenzied thrashing. Georgina used her free hand to grab at the chain holding her breasts to the ceiling, though her cramped hand took a moment of flexing before her fingers would obey her brain.

One down and one to go - somehow Alex had remained sleeping throughout her sister's agonized wailing, attenuated as it was by her gag and hood. That ended as a hand grasped Georgina's right wrist and wriggled it about. Georgina, aware of what her tormentor was doing, fought to keep her arm still. Her frustrated captor swiftly kicked the back of her knees. Georgina collapsed down, briefly hanging suspended by her breasts. The shock of pain in her tits eliminated any resistance to the manipulation of her arm. Her captor snapped the clamp free from Alex's clit, drawing a similar bucking and writhing reaction to that of her sister. But instead of letting Georgina withdraw her hand from her daughter's tight cunt, the visitor held fast to her wrist. Up and down, the cruel tormentor pumped Georgina's arm, mashing her fist deeper into the tortured girl's tight, dry hole. Alex shrieked in pain as she was violated anew by her mother's clenched hand. Georgina could feel the girl shudder with each thrust as her fingers banged into her tender cervix. Finally, with all three women wailing in pain, exhaustion, and fear, Georgina's wrist was released and she yanked her hand free, using it to support her weight and relieve some of the strain on her mangled tits.

Georgina could feel tugging at her ankles. Further pained wails suggested that her twins had had their nipples clamps removed. Georgina brought her legs together, stretching just a bit higher towards the ceiling. The rough hands pawed at the straps on her back holding her tortuous bra in place. When the last one opened, Georgina screamed in surprise as she tumbled to the floor, her battered breasts tearing free from the wicked wires that had cruelly encircled them the entire trip. She hit the floor with a thud, biting down on her choke gag, sending her into a fit of gags and retches as she flailed on the ground.

She looked up at her suffering daughters, still suspended by their knees overhead. They swayed gently back and forth while they sobbed into their gags. The rebreather bags fluttered in and out as they struggled to regulate their breathing. Movement to the side drew Georgina's attention. A canvas bag flashed over her head, robbing her of her sight. A lead was clipped onto her collar and dragged her out of the truck. A worried thought flashed through Georgina's mind that this might be the last time she ever saw her daughters.

She was dragged along at a breakneck pace. Down stairs, through doors and hallways, Georgina limped along. Her legs ached from supporting her for so long, her feet were sore from standing upon the spiked floor, and she was completely spent, emotionally and physically. She had no idea where she was. They could have crossed into several different states during their long journey. She didn't know what was in store for her here. All she knew was that she had to survive. She had to stay strong for her daughters. Her sister, Catherine, had taken down Group XS before, she would do it again. It was only a matter of time.

They stopped in front of a small cell. Georgina heard the heavy steel door creak open, the canvas bag was torn off of her head and she was shoved inside, landing hard on the floor. The door slammed shut behind her. Georgina groaned as she rolled over onto her side and took in her surroundings. She was in a windowless brick-walled cell, six feet by six feet, she'd seen closets bigger than this. There was a bucket in the corner and two dog bowls on the floor next to it. Opposite that, on the wall, was a full length mirror.

Georgina crawled over to the mirror. She was horrified to see the figure staring back at her. The dark, leather hood had molded itself to her head. Her dry, red eyes peered out from behind the narrow eyeholes. Her tits, oh my, her tits - they looked even worse than they felt. Angry red stripes crisscrossed every square inch where the steel cables had rubbed and chafed and squeezed. Dark bruises emphasized which areas had borne her weight when her feet failed to support her. They were so swollen and sore she was afraid even to touch them.

The rest of her body had fared comparatively well. The agonizing shocks that ran through her feet had left no trace. Neither did the dull spikes that had been so excruciating to stand on. The crotch strap, however, left her in constant pain. She felt like she was sitting upon a taut wire that split her right between her pussy lips. The pressure on her hips and pelvis was tremendous and persistent.

Suddenly realizing that her hands were free, Georgina pried at the clasp that held the awful crotch strap tight against her body. But, try as she might, there was no way to get it to loosen. It seemed to require some sort of special tool. She slumped down in frustration and turned her attention to the rest of her bondage. First she loosened the dreadful posture collar that enclosed her throat. Next she unbuckled the wicked choke gag that had tormented her from the second she had inserted it. Even after undoing the buckle, it took significant effort to pry the large gag out of her aching mouth. With that out of the way she started work on the tightly laced hood that surrounded her head. The sense of relief once the all-encompassing leather finally released its crushing grasp on her head was remarkable. Finally, she removed the slender corset that so thoroughly narrowed her waist. She took all the items and tossed them in the corner, as if putting them as far away as possible would somehow lessen the terror of her experience wearing them.

She tried again to remove the painful crotch strap, but failed. Now that it was the only remaining piece of her bondage, it seemed to focus all her attention and hurt even worse than before. Finally left with nothing else to do, the gravity of her situation caught up to her. All the pain, all the terror, all the humiliation - and she had only just arrived at Group XS. She lay down on the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest, and she cried. It wasn't a soft, distressed whimper, but full on bawling her eyes out. This continued until she was simply too tired to cry anymore.

Finally out of tears, Georgina realized how hungry and thirsty she was. She remembered the dog bowls over in the corner and crawled over to them. One contained an unrecognizable dark, gray slurry, the other contained water. There was a dead cockroach floating face up in the liquid bowl. Georgina carefully scooped the disgusting bug out and flung it aside. She greedily lifted the bowl to her lips and took a big gulp - then promptly spit it out all over the wall of her cell. It wasn't a bowl of water, at least not entirely, it was a bowl of watered down piss! She set the bowl back down, spitting a few more times to try and get the awful taste out of her mouth. She warily eyed the bowl of slurry.

Georgina tentatively dipped a finger in the thick goop and brought it to her tongue. She immediately regretted it as her lips closed around her digit. She gagged and dry heaved from a taste that made the piss water seem like a frosty margarita by comparison. She didn't know what the slurry was made of, but she was certain that shit was one of the main ingredients. She briefly contemplated drinking more of the awful water just to get the foul taste out of her mouth.

Georgina wailed in frustration. She turned her attention to the nearby bucket. If it wasn't obvious at first that this was intended to be her toilet, it was once she glanced inside and saw the dried waste clinging to the sides and bottom, as well as the horrible smell. She could feel her stomach turning once again. She hadn't had the opportunity to use the bathroom in nearly a day. She pulled herself to her feet and squatted over the bucket. Once again she was cruelly stymied. The tight crotch strap covered her holes such that relief was impossible. She once again screamed in frustration and kicked over the bucket.

With an empty stomach, a dry, parched mouth, and a full bladder, Georgina laid down on the floor and cried herself to sleep, dreaming of all the terrible, unknowable cruelties that awaited her and her daughters.

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Raisa felt her stomach lurch as the van crested the hill at speed. Of the many talents Dr. Zorhof had, good driving was not among them. Raisa and Alison had been tossed about the back of the van right from the get go. Alison, firmly strapped to the bulkhead wall, hardly moved at all. Raisa, on the other hand, slid side to side, back and forth. She braced herself against the metal frame that held her arms and legs twisted up behind her back.

As gravity reasserted its hold on the van, Raisa was sent surging towards the floor. She gasped as the hard fall caused her nipples to graze the cold metal triggers of the steel bear traps that yawned around her tits. Fortunately she hadn't pressed hard enough to snap the traps closed, but the near miss sent her heart racing. Ahead of her, the sybian mounted between Alison's legs ratcheted up its intensity, blasting her pussy with an overwhelming amount of stimulation. Alison's face flushed. She dripped with sweat. She'd been valiantly fighting back the urge to cum for the last several minutes while the sybian ravaged her body, but it was a fight she was destined to lose. Raisa felt her own vibrator kick into a higher gear. She could feel her pulse pounding in her ears.

"Unngh! Uhhh! Oh!" Raisa watched Alison's body convulse with pleasure as an orgasm was finally ripped from her. The girl's eyes fluttered and her bound limbs tested the strength of her restraints as she grunted and moaned uncontrollably. The sensitive microphone positioned in front of her mouth diligently recorded every sound, reflecting the volume of each outburst with a flash of green lights on the device mounted near her head. She was still grinding her horny cunt into the sybian and panting when the sinister box decided to pay back her raucous sounds with a series of high intensity electric shocks to her skewered tits.

Alison's moans turned to screams as her punishment was meted out. Her post-orgasm bliss quickly evaporated as her breasts, made all the more sensitive by her arousal, twitched and shuddered under the onslaught. Her wild, frantic screams carried on and on. She was still screaming when the delayed punishment from her initial screams played back, leaving her writhing in constant agony. It wasn't until she ran out of breath that there was finally a break in the din. The brief pause gave Alison enough respite that she could finally attempt to reassert control over her response. She bit her lip bloody and banged her head against the wall behind her in an attempt to stifle her anguished sounds. After a few minutes she was finally able to tamp down her outbursts, subjecting herself to the persistent low intensity shocks generated by her uncontrollable sobbing.

Raisa watched with horror and awe. Alison had absorbed so much current that she thought she would see smoke coming off of her tits. She felt so guilty that her inability to calm her heart rate had set the whole sequence in motion. Even still, the awful punishment she had just witnessed shocked her to her very core and left her heart pounding just as quickly. The Sybian between Alison's legs rumbled away, starting her inevitable journey to her next tortured orgasm.

After a few minutes, relative calm once again settled across the back of the van. Dr. Zorhof's frenetic driving tossed the duo about. Now, though, it was Raisa who was being teased and toyed towards orgasm. She was surprised and ashamed that she was as turned on as she was. Under the circumstances she'd have thought it impossible, but the vibrator pressed against her pussy was persistent. Her panties, previously soaked through with her piss, were now wet with her arousal. She shut her eyes against the horrors around her and focused on the undulating sensations between her legs. A deep moan squeaked out of her mouth before she quickly caught herself and stifled it. She guiltily looked up at Alison, but the poor girl was too focused on calming herself to pay any mind to Raisa. The sybian was once again raging along with Raisa's galloping heart and Alison hoped to stem the effects on herself for as long as possible.

Raisa began to squirm. Her face flushed from the humiliation - bound, exposed, and on the verge of orgasm in front of a total stranger. She tried to focus her attention on her tired back, which she'd been flexing since the start of the trip to keep her tits safe from the traps, but her mind kept wandering back to her warm, wet pussy. She could feel it coming. Her breathing grew ragged. Her legs twitched. And she came. Her stifled squeaks escaped her tightly shut mouth. Her body shuddered with pleasure.

It was at this moment that Dr. Zorhof, who had been monitoring the situation on a display on the front seat, decided to slam on the brakes. The tires squealed. Everything not bolted down surged forward. And Raisa, distracted by her orgasmic bliss, was tossed ahead. Her momentary weakness, combined with the hard stop, sent her body crashing down onto the traps. Her nipples pressed hard enough on the triggers to set them off. There were two loud 'snaps' as the jaws of the traps slammed shut. Had they been sharpened, the strong steel bands would have sheared right through her tits, lopping them off. Instead, the thin, dull bars of the trap came together with a tremendous blunt force from the strong spring drawing them together.

Raisa shrieked like a banshee as her tits were mangled at their base in the hard steel jaws. The rope she'd been warned to keep hold of in her teeth slipped free. The end of it swiftly retreated up to the ceiling. There was a loud 'clang', barely audible over Raisa's screams. Suddenly Raisa felt her arms and legs yanked back severely. Her chest lifted from the floor, dragging the heavy traps with it. Her screams increased as she felt like she was folded nearly in half, the crossbar pressed severely into her back, her shoulders and hips fought against the pull, but she couldn't move an inch. The heavy traps, one securely latched onto each tit, clanged together and pulled her tits down with their weight.

Soon Alison's screams joined Raisa's as she paid for the din with shocks to her tits. The two tortured beauties howled in unison as they suffered. Dr. Zorhof beamed as she watched the proceeding from the front seat. She was mildly worried that Raisa would have released the rope that yanked back her arms and legs before she got her tits mangled in the traps, but things had worked out just as she had hoped. She sat and watched her miserable passengers for a moment more before shifting the van back into gear and continuing the journey.