The Gathering Storm - A Group XS Story

Beth's feet danced in the air. The corset around her swollen waist held her in its crushing grip. Her tits, now covered in a thick layer of melted and hardened wax, stretched up towards the ceiling, crushed in a tight titpress and weighted by the now-empty, but still formidable glass tank overhead. The candles she'd been given had melted down to nubs, singeing her fingers as she had fought to melt the last of the ice in the tank before her deadline. The deadline had long passed, but still she was left to suffer in agony. She believed she had succeeded in filling herself in the allotted time.

After discarding the spent candles she used her hands to try and grip the metal cables behind her back that drew her corset strings tight when she hung from them, but the smooth steel gave her hands no purchase and the awkward angle put too much stress on her cramped torso. So instead she cradled her aching midsection, waiting and worrying.

She finished counting to thirty, then waited a few extra seconds before setting her feet down on the support bar beneath her. Even standing on tiptoe hardly provided any slack on her corset bindings and in exchange the contact with the bar activated the electric shocks to the metal dildo in her pussy. They would start out as little pinpricks, slowly growing over time to hornet stings, and then to a vicious lightning storm that assaulted her from within until she had no choice but to hang solely by the cables. She could feel her pussy twitching already as it absorbed the little sparks, trying to expel the wicked invader, squeezed out by the fullness of her ass, but held in place by its tight grip on her labia which had been pulled tight as bowstrings in their attempt to hold the dildo clamped onto them inside.

She grunted into the handle of the whip she held between her teeth. Though her hands were free, she made no effort to remove the whip or any of her other bondage for fear of being accused of breaking some unknown rule. Fear ruled her life now - fear of punishment, fear of rape, fear of what her future held. As bad as service to Master V was, it would be nothing compared to what she would suffer as the personal pain slut of Mistress XS - a fate he had promised her if she failed to live up to his expectations.

She heard the heavy door behind her creak open and someone walk in. "Please! Please! " Beth begged. The electric attack growing in her loins. Her visitor made no move to assist. They watched and waited. Even after the shocks grew so great that Beth was forced to hang completely by the cables, pulling her corset to maximum tightness, they waited. It wasn't until she had nearly reached her count of thirty that the person stepped forward. She felt them clip something onto the laces of her corset. This time when she stepped onto the bar the corset didn't loosen at all! Whatever the visitor had done kept the laces drawn as tight as ever.

"Nooo! Nooo! Please!" Beth cried out. She pulled her feet from the bar, sparing herself the electric shocks that she could no longer trade for relief from the crushing grip around her waist. Her feet danced wildly in the air. Her hands clenched and unclenched.

Master V walked around in front of her with a stern look on his face. "Oh, Master! Mercy! Please!" Beth pleaded.

"Do you feel you have learned your lesson, slave?" he asked.

"Yes! Yes!" She nodded so enthusiastically that the chain holding the empty glass tank to her titpress rattled loudly. Master V reached forward and unhooked the chain, setting it and the tank down on the ground. He walked behind her and lowered the steel cables until Beth could stand flatfooted, then he detached them altogether from the bindings of her corset. Beth immediately collapsed to the floor, but instantly remembered her master's previous instructions. She rolled onto her knees, pressed her face to the floor and lifted her ass high, arching her back as much as the corset would allow. Her hands reached back behind her and spread her ass cheeks wide.

"Please master, fuck my ass! I am your loving devoted ass whore! I need your cock inside me! Only you can make me feel good!" She rambled, mangling her words around the whip she still held in her mouth.

Master V couldn't help but smile. He admired her upthrust ass. Her hole was stretched so wide by the butt plug and the pressure of the enema behind it that it had nearly been blanched white. The bent over position pushed the dildo outward from her pussy as hard as ever, stretching her labia to the extreme. He had to admit, she certainly was motivated to please him. Unfortunately, he had his orders.

"You did well, slave. I didn't think you would be able to get the entire enema inside you. I'm impressed." He paused, waiting for her to get her hopes up before he dashed them to pieces. "However, I can no longer keep you as my own personal slave."

Beth froze in terror. "Please, master! No! I'll do better!"

Master V let her stew in the fear that she was being assigned to serve as the personal pain slut to Mistress XS. Eventually he relented, once he tired of her pathetic begging. "Unfortunately Mistress XS is otherwise occupied with her plans for your friend, Catherine Grace, so she wouldn't be able to give you the close, careful attention that you deserve. Therefore you are to be assigned elsewhere. We have recently welcomed back an unlucky member of Group XS who had found herself incarcerated, and is now in need of a new maid. Have you met our esteemed Dr. Zorhof?"

Beth saw a pair of black, leather kitten heels step into her field of vision. Her heart skipped a beat. She'd had the good fortune in her previous stay with Group XS to have never spent any one-on-one time with the evil doctor, though she had seen the woman's cruelty on full display at several of the group's parties where the doctor proudly displayed some of her more infamous medical tortures. In addition, she had heard the testimonies of both Tania and Katie about what they had suffered under her care.

"Well, hello! Beth, is it?" the woman asked in her thick accent. "Come, sit up. Let me have a look at you."

Beth pushed herself up onto her knees before her new mistress. She kept her eyes cast submissively to the floor, afraid to look the wicked woman in the face.

"Very nice. Very pretty. But I can't see these beautiful tits underneath all this wax." Dr. Zorhof wrested the whip out from between Beth's clenched jaw. Beth, knowing what was coming next, shut her eyes and braced herself for the slash of the whip. Instead, she felt the handle of the whip thrust into her empty hands behind her back. "Go on. Knock all that wax off."

Surprised, Beth looked up at her mistress. The hungry, sadistic glare she received in return made her wish she'd kept her eyes cast down. She grasped the whip firmly in her right hand. She could feel the bite marks in the leather from her hours of torture. Swish! Splat! She brought the whip hard across her chest, lashing her left tit with the knotted leather strands. She nearly doubled over from the black pain that flared throughout her breast. Her reward was a few flakes of wax that were knocked loose from her skin and tumbled to the floor.

"You'll need to swing harder than that," Dr. Zorhof remarked impatiently. She didn't even wait for the next blow to land before shouting, "Faster!"

Swish! Splat!

"You and your friends have taken enough time from me already! I'll not have you wasting one second more! Faster! Harder!"

Swish! Splat! Swish! Splat! Beth laid into her tits at full force, grunting and crying and screaming while she flogged herself. All the while Dr. Zorhof shouted in her ear to work faster and swing harder. "If you're not cut out to be my maid, then maybe you will make do as my lab rat!" she threatened.

Swish! Splat! Swish! Splat! Beth swung until the wax flaked away, revealing the burned and bruised flesh underneath. Midway through she switched hands so that she could more effectively flog her right tit. Once most of the wax had been cleared, Dr. Zorhof stopped her so that Beth could remove the titpress. Then she had her start anew. This time she 'helpfully' offered to pinch Beth's nipples and hold her breasts up so that Beth could more effectively flog the undersides of her tits.

Finally, after Beth had beat her tits until they glowed red and were covered in bruises, Dr. Zorhof told her to stop. "That's enough for now," she said, snatching the whip out of her hands. "Come along. I've been without a maid for a few days now and my quarters require a lot of work. But first I have another task for you to help me with. Do a good job and I'll consider removing your corset and releasing your enema."

Zorhof moved back towards the door and Beth stood up to follow. "Tsk, tsk," the doctor chided. "You will follow on your hands and knees, as a good slave should. Keep that back arched and your head up. Let's go."

Master V watched Beth follow her new mistress away. He was going to miss fucking her ass. He would try to make a point of coming to visit her sometime. Maybe she could even visit him in his new Leather Dungeon. Thinking of which, he needed to go check on a few of his 'guests' that he had staying there right now.