The Gathering Storm - A Group XS Story

Dr. Saavik sipped his glass of wine and smiled. Everything tasted better when you were a free man. The papers that could send him back to prison were at this very moment sitting in the office of Catherine Grace under a pile of paperwork that she would never get to. In the meantime, he was out of prison on a technicality. Yes, Catherine was in store for a difficult few months before she made her inevitable debut in the dungeons of Group XS. But for now there was much preparation to do.

Saavik looked around his freshly prepared quarters. Everything was built just to his specifications. It was a far cry from the tiny cell he shared at Harden Maximum Security Prison. Despite being good friends with the warden, Marissa Schwartz, even she could not spare him from many of the rigors of prison life. Although, she did allow him several opportunities for some "work-release" activities at the new Group XS headquarters.

If there was one bright spot to his time in prison it was that it finally gave him time to think, or scheme rather. In the last few years he'd devised dozens of new ways to torture and abuse his captives. And there was one girl in particular that he had in mind for those punishments - the one that got away, the one that so brazenly described him as a monster in an open court, the one that helped send him to prison.

Saavik looked down at the dark sarcophagus laying in the middle of the floor. Hannah had long ago stopped endlessly screaming within. He leaned over and pressed his ear to the lid. He could hear her soft breath whistling in and out around the gag that covered her face. "Sleeping like an angel," he thought. "Well, it's time this sweet angel paid a little visit to hell."

He slid open the little window in the cover above Hannah's face. She was indeed sleeping. He could see her eyes flit about behind her closed lids. "No doubt dreaming of the prince who has come to rescue her," he thought. "I'd better not keep her waiting then."

He picked up the microphone that would pipe his voice directly to the girl's earbuds. "Hannah... Hannah...," he droned warmly. Slowly her eyes fluttered open. She blinked against the bright lights, the first she'd seen since she had been placed in the box back at her apartment. Saavik waited for her eyes to adjust, then he leaned over the lid and flashed her his signature smile. Hannah instantly recognized him and began frantically screaming. She couldn't have been more afraid if she'd seen the devil himself.

"That's right," he said to the terrified girl. "Uncle Saavik is here and I'm ready to pick up right back where we left off." He paused. "Well, maybe not right back where we were. There is the matter of your punishment for all those cruel things you said about me in court. Hmm?"

Saavik flipped open the latches holding down the lid and slid it off. He inhaled the rich smell of leather and fear, savoring it like the aroma of a fine cigar. Hannah squirmed and struggled within her tight bondage bag. She had to know resistance was useless, but the surge of adrenaline made her react anyway.

He looked the writhing girl up and down, drinking in her curves and admiring her nubile body, covered though it was in layer upon layer of tight bondage. It had been a few years since he had seen her last, in that time she had blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

First things first, he reminded himself. He wasn't actually certain how long Hannah had been entombed in the sarcophagus. In all his excitement, he had forgotten to ask. And honestly he didn't care, just so long as she was conscious enough to have fun with her when he finally let her out. Nonetheless, she must have been hungry and severely dehydrated. He needed to rectify that - it would be no fun playing with someone as weak as a kitten.

He unbuckled the panel gag covering her lower face, smiling as he saw the line of slobber that trailed from the tip of the dildo that had been tickling the back of her throat.

"Please," Hannah begged, weakly.

"Hush, hush," Saavik purred. "There will be time to talk later. Now it is time to eat." Hannah quieted but her face continued to show her concern.

"Open," Saavik ordered.

Hannah complied, grimacing for whatever foul concoction her captor had to give her. Instead, Saavik pressed a dental gag in behind her teeth, prying it wide to hold her mouth agape. Then he reached over and held up a clear plastic tube. Confusion and worry registered on Hannah's face.

"I'm afraid I've been too lenient on you before. That is the only explanation I could come up with for why you chose to say such hurtful things during my trial," Saavik explained. "Therefore I have a new regimen for your training. You shall remain tightly bound at all times, except when you are in class, being punished, or offering up your tight holes for our use. And, as it happens, I now have a delightful new case that you will be stored in, so we we actually won't even have to unpack you to make use of you! Isn't that wonderful?"

"Ungh! Ungh!" Hannah pleaded. All her nightmares were coming true.

"As such, you are going to have to get used to being fed through a tube. We don't want to have to interrupt your discipline for the inconsequential task of feeding you. Do we?"

"When you feel it hit the back of your throat I want you to swallow. Understand?"

He snaked the tube into her mouth and jabbed it at her throat. Hannah gagged and coughed. She could hardly swallow with her mouth propped so wide, but that didn't dissuade Saavik one bit. Inch by inch he guided the tube down her throat while Hannah writhed and convulsed from the uncanny and uncomfortable sensation.

"There," Saavik declared once he had finally forced the tube deep enough for his satisfaction. "Just so you know, I have a different tube I can use that goes in through your nose. That way we don't even have to ungag you if your mouth is otherwise occupied! You see? We have thought of everything! Lucky you!"

Now Saavik wheeled a tall stand next to the sarcophagus and hung a jar of murky liquid from the hook near the top. He connected the end of the feeding tube to the bottom of the jar and turned it on at a slow trickle. The gray fluid dribbled down, carrying flecks of miscellaneous dregs along with it. He'd had the mixture specially prepared the previous day using a recipe of high nutrient serum combined with a hearty scoop of whatever was in the septic tank when Alison Wells was fished out of there. Sure, with the slurry draining directly into Hannah's stomach she wouldn't have the benefit of tasting the special additive, but, Saavik reasoned, it was the thought that counts.

Now it was just a matter of time, and Saavik with his newfound freedom had all the time in the world. He found the blindfold that paired with Hannah's hood and buckled it into place, casting the terrified girl into darkness once again. He sat down at his table once more and raised his wineglass.

"To suffering," he toasted.