The Gathering Storm - A Group XS Story

Emily hung in a precarious twilight between sleeping and waking. It was late into the night. Her shoulders blazed in pain. She had done as instructed and spun herself around on her single bar prison five times, enduring all the pain and punishment that accompanied that. The cable connecting her hood to her wrists via the ceiling had twisted itself shorter and shorter with each turn. Her hands were now propped high up behind her back, pulling painfully upward. At least this took some of the burden from her aching feet, still wedged within her six inch heels. Though she still needed to keep her feet planted firmly on the floor to keep herself from unwinding. As it was, the final turn on the pole took significant effort. With her feet just barely grazing the floor she had to jerk and twist her entire body to get it to move in the direction she wanted. Of course those fitful movements really did a number on her pussy, which after spending all day mounted on a bristled dildo and suffering the previous twirls around the pole, had been rubbed completely raw.

Sleep inevitably won out for an exhausted Emily. Though her head could not sag, her jaw went slack. This, of course, was the trigger to activate the electric current in her punishment bra. Emily was jolted awake as her tits jittered under the high voltage. She immediately bit down on her gag to cut off the punishment - this wasn't the first time she had nodded off. She straightened up and tried to refocus on staying awake, her tits still throbbing within the confines of her tight, spiked bra.

She looked at the display in front of her. Katie remained hanging silently by her ankles. She still kept ahold of the cinder block that threatened to destroy her nipples and ruin the painting beneath her. She hugged the block close to her body, cradling it like a baby, while her arms trembled with exhaustion. The rough edges of the concrete had noticeably scuffed and scratched her latex top and gloves - she would certainly pay for that later, no doubt.

The sound of the locks turning on her front door suddenly sent Emily's heart racing. In her current state she couldn't turn to see who it was. Several men clattered in dragging with them a hard plastic trunk. There was a hollow 'thunk' as one of the men banged the case against the doorframe.

"Careful with that, you lunkhead! The boss is already mad at us for how long it took bringing in that other bitch and her twin cunts," one of them growled in a whisper.

"Fuck you, Glen! I don't see you carrying anything," another replied, not even trying to keep his voice down.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Emily begged, hoping against hope that this was someone here to rescue her. Though as her saviors made their appearance and leared at her exposed and tortured body that hope quickly faded.

"Check out those tits!" One of the men gawked. "They're just busting to come out of that bra!"

"Hands off, Carl. We've got orders to bring her in like this. The bra stays."

"Aw, c'mon Glen, when's the next time I'm gonna get a chance to play with such fine titties?" Carl complained.

Glen ignored him and turned to Emily. "Good evening, cunt. I'm Glen. This is Carl. And those other two fellas over there are Gary and Brian. We'll be providing your ride tonight. Don't give us any trouble and we'll get you packed up quickly and be on our way. Make things difficult for us and we'll make things miserable for you. Got it?"

He reached behind her head and unbuckled her gag, expecting her to spit the ball out of her mouth. Emily, knowing that releasing her grip on the ball gag meant frying her tits, maintained her hold on the gag. "Mmm-hmm," she agreed, trying and failing to nod her assent against the tight grip of the posture collar around her neck.

"I'm going to need to hear a 'yes'," Glen said, yanking the gag out of her mouth.

"Ahhh! Ahhh!" Emily wailed as her tits shuddered with electricity.

Glen grinned, now noticing the reason for the wire coming out of the gag. "Is that a yes?" he asked patiently.

"Yes! Yes!" Emily wailed. "Please!"

"Good." Glen squeezed the gag in his hand, cutting off the current.

"Aw, what'd ya do that for?" Carl complained. "Did you see those knockers jiggling?"

"Shut up and get to work," Glen growled.

Emily, sensing that this might be her last, best opportunity to avoid a date in a Group XS dungeon decided to shoot her shot. "Please let me go," she said in her poutiest, sexiest voice. "I'll do whatever you want." She looked directly at Carl as she wiggled her chest. Hooded, bound, beaten, and bloated with a piss enema, she certainly didn't feel sexy, but she persisted. "You can do anything you like to me. Maybe we can even go back to your place and - ahhh! Ahh!"

Glen cut her off by releasing his grip on her ball gag. "That's enough of that," he snapped. "I don't want to hear any more out of you. Understand?" He waited until Emily agreed, between agonized grunts, before squeezing the gag again.

"Gary, Brian get her down from there." Glen tossed a set of keys their way. Emily sighed in relief as her wrists were unlocked from the cable and she was finally able to stand up straight, though her mittened hands remained trapped behind her back. The other end of the cable was detached from the top of her hood. Carl, meanwhile, fiddled with the latches on the outside of the plastic crate that had been dragged in with the men. Emily watched him closely, thinking that he might be the weak link that could be her ticket to freedom.

"How do you think we should get her off the pole?" Gary wondered. "You think maybe we could-"

"Ahhhh! Ahhh! Nooo!" Emily shrieked as the man put his hands under her armpits and lifted her a couple inches off the floor. The bristled dildo scraped its way aggressively out of her pussy by a few inches before Gary, surprised by Emily's response, dropped her back down. Emily landed hard, slamming the hard cock deep into her aching cunt. She slumped over in pain, twisting and groaning. Glen glowered at Gary.

"What?" Gary said defensively. "She surprised me."

"Help him lift her off," Glen told Brian.

Gary and Brian each grabbed an arm. Emily braced herself for the duo to lift her up. "Aiyeee!" She screamed as the evil dildo dragged free from her pussy. Her legs kicked back and forth as her feet left the ground. Her sexy six inch heels flipped off of her feet. The pair dropped her to her knees inside the open crate. Emily felt woozy with pain and exhaustion. She slumped over, finding herself propped against Carl's legs as he held the lid.

Regaining herself, and sensing an opportunity to perhaps escape her terrible fate, Emily straightened up and guided her head towards the man's crotch. She could feel his hardness even through the thick leather of her hood. She tenderly nuzzled at his manhood, feeling his hard dick twitch in response.

"Aw, c'mon Glen. This bitch wants it so bad. I'm harder than a diamond in a snowstorm," Carl pleaded.

Glen considered it for a second. "Oh, alright. But we have to make it quick. Let's give our horny little princess a nice, warm send-off like only we know how."

No sooner had Glen agreed than Carl had his rock hard cock out of his pants and waggling in front of Emily's face. "Come on, cunt. I can tell bad you want it."

Emily opened her mouth to suck his dick, but as soon as she took his member in her mouth he grabbed the back of her hooded head and slammed his cock hard into her throat. Emily gagged and choked, trying to twist out of Carl's tight grip while he violently skullfucked her. Her resistance only served to encourage him more. He relentlessly pounded her throat in a frenzy of lust. In and out. In and out. Emily was helpless to resist as he battered her tonsils with his cock. The only upside to his vigor was that he was soon ready to cum. After several more pumps he yanked his dick free from her mouth and shoved her so she was kneeling back with her butt on her feet. Then he blasted his load all over her tightly bound and tortured chest. Emily watched through the tears in her eyes as rope after rope of thick gooey cum splashed down on her tits. The one benefit of her tight hood was that it helped hide her total revulsion.

If she thought that was the end of her assault, she was sorely mistaken. Gary and Brian, not wanting to miss out on the fun, pounced on her next. The duo took her in tandem, with one man standing on either side of her. One would grab her head and forcefully ram his dick down her throat while the other eagerly waited. When Emily's distressed squeals peaked as she ran low on air, her assailant would pull out and pass her off to the other, allowing her to gasp for breath as she was shoved to the opposite side.

Taking turns drew things out longer. Emily was tossed back and forth, with hard slaps to the face when she stumbled and didn't immediately rise up to receive more abuse. Finally Brian neared climax. "Hold her head," he shouted. Gary latched on and tipped her face up. Brian aimed his cock. Emily shrieked in pain as Brian fired his load directly into the eyehole slit over her left eye. She was instantly blinded by the salty, sticky goo as it filled the narrow space between her eye and the hood, the excess dribbling down her cheeks and sputtering across her forehead. Gary quickly followed up with a blast to her other eye. The gang roared with laughter as they zipped the eyeholes shut, trapping their spunk against her stinging eyes.

The only one left now was Glen. "Alright, slut, suck me off," he urged, making no move to help her. Emily blindly searched about with her open mouth, like a baby bird begging for a worm. The gang guffawed as Glen teased her, poking her in the cheek with his cock, then pulling away before she could surround it with her mouth.

"Come on, whore, what are you waiting for?" Glen taunted. "Maybe you're not motivated enough?"

He softened his grip on her ball gag. "Ahh! Ah! No!" Emily wailed as her tits bounced under the electric punishment. She frantically sought out Glen's dick, shuddering in agony as she did so. After a couple feints Glen finally allowed her to capture his cock in her mouth and he squeezed her gag again.

Unlike his associates, Glen let Emily do all the work. She bobbed her head back and forth, sliding her mouth all along his length. Hard learned skills from her previous time in captivity came rushing back to her. She expertly worked her mouth all over his dick. Glen grunted his pleasure. "Now deepthroat me," he commanded.

Emily steadied herself, trying to stifle her gag reflex. She thrust her head forward and felt the length of his shaft slide into her throat. For a brief second she was proud of herself at how easily she had accomplished the task. Then she moved to slide his dick back out. Glen stopped her with a firm hand on the back of her head. "I wonder...," he said.

Emily felt her tits surge with pain. Her anguished wails were stifled by the thick cock still rammed down her throat. "Mmmm! Mmm!"

"Holy shit! That feels amazing! I can feel her throat tingling," Glen exclaimed. He relished the sensation for a few more seconds, then relented in Emily's suffering, allowing her to take a breath. "Keep going," he commanded.

Emily resumed bobbing up and down on his cock. Then she felt his hand on the back of her head again. At the first sign of resistance he let loose with the electricity. Emily's scream was cut off by Glen's dick ramming down her throat. Tears mixed with the cum plastered against her eyes. This time when Glen relented she tried her very best to stay focused on getting him off. The sooner he finished, the sooner his abuse would stop - she hoped.

Glen took his time enjoying a first class blowjob from a ready and eager slave slut. Finally he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out of Emily's mouth and blasted his load all over her leather covered face. Emily dutifully tipped her head back and accepted his cum, feeling some splash into her open mouth.

"Thank you, sir," she sobbed in abject misery.

"You're welcome, cunt," Glen replied. "Now can we get on with our work, or do you want to fuck around some more first?" When he got no answer from her he turned to Carl. "Box her up."

Emily felt hands on her shoulders guiding her into position within the box that she knelt in. A hand on the back of her head pressed her face towards the bottom of the plastic crate.

"What? No more begging and pleading to let you go?" Glen teased. "I'll have to tell Group XS how excited you were to go back."

Emily was resigned to her fate. These men were not here to be her rescuers. They were just another bump on the road to hell.

"Well if you've got nothing to say then I might as well give this back to you." Emily heard the ball gag thud against the floor of the crate at the same time that her tits once again writhed in sizzling electric pain. She reflexively tried to sit up but was forced back down. Through the blaze of pain she realized what she needed to do. She blindly groped about in the bottom of the crate trying to find her gag like a person at a birthday party bobbing for apples. When she finally found it, she took it back into her mouth and bit down on it harder than ever before, panting in pain and exhaustion.

Now she felt the lid press down on her upper back, forcing her lower and flatter. She felt pressure on her bloated stomach as it was forced into the tops of her thighs. She slid her knees apart to try and accommodate her swollen tummy but there was so little room in the cramped crate that she could only spread a few inches. She moved her elbows off to the sides, but her hands were still cuffed behind her back. There was more pressure from above. Her body squished down into the tiny space. Her neck was bent at an odd angle to allow her head to fit. The pain in her abdomen grew. Emily squealed her distress. She feared something inside her would rupture.

"Come on you bitch!" She could hear Carl rail as he put all his weight down on the lid, but he still couldn't latch it closed.

Then the pressure was gone. Emily sobbed in relief as the lid was lifted off. "The crate is too small. The cunt won't fit," Carl explained to his associates.

"The crate is not too small," Glen replied. "The bitch is too big. I've got an idea."

Emily felt him reach down and grasp her butt plug. He found the deflator and allowed the plug to shrink back to its original size. Emily moaned as her poor stretched asshole shrunk along with it. Then Glen grabbed ahold of the plug and yanked it out of her overfilled ass in one swift tug. "Unnnngh!" Emily groaned as the pressure inside her caused the contents of her ass to erupt out of her. A narrow jet of brown piss blasted against the tall crate side behind her then splashed down onto her stockinged feet below.

"Ugh! That's disgusting!" Gary exclaimed. "I'm glad she sucked us off first, cause this bitch is never gonna give me a boner ever again!"

"Ah, shut up, Gary," Glen replied. "You'd fuck a couch if you thought it looked at you the right way. Anyone else gotta go before we hit the road?"

Emily's attention suddenly shifted from the relief of her rapidly emptying colon to the several streams of hot piss that suddenly rained down all over her body. Her abductors soaked her stockings and wetted the leather of her hood as they laughed and cheered each other on. She cried out as the salty urine stung the welts and abrasions that had broken her skin earlier in the day.

The liquid was still dribbling out of her ass when Glen reached down and undid the stop on Emily's catheter, letting her own fresh urine join the growing pool that was collecting in the bottom of the crate. She hadn't fully emptied out when she again felt the lid of the crate pressing down on her back. The weight increased as Carl leaned into the lid, forcing several noisy farts out of Emily's nearly empty rectum, much to the delight of her captors.

If the lid had been flat, then the rectangular crate would have left room for Emily to keep her head up, albeit at a twisted angle. But the lid wasn't flat - it sloped down on the inside, pressing down on the back of her head just as much as it pressed down on her back. Emily panicked as she felt her face smashed down into the layer of repugnant liquid on the floor of the crate. She was just able to turn her head as it was trapped in position so that her nose stayed above the top of the waste. Nevertheless she could feel it soaking into the leather, permeating every last bit, rewetting the cum that was drying against her tightly shut eyelids.

The latches on the lid snapped closed, six loud cracks that told Emily that there was no escape, there was no going back, there was only pain, humiliation, and torture in her future.

The crate was lifted. Emily was surprised as a wave of wastewater rushed toward the lower end of the crate, near her face. She snorted a breath full of shit-tainted piss, burning her sinuses and causing her to panic while her mouth and nose remained submerged. She coughed and screamed, letting enough pressure off her gag to send a shock to her crushed tits.

After a moment the crate righted itself, her captors perhaps unknowingly saving her from drowning in her own waste. Emily kept screaming, hoping against hope that someone might hear her and rescue her. But it was a short trip to their van, and a long trip back to Group XS, where all her worst nightmares awaited her and hope went to die.