The Gathering Storm - A Group XS Story

Georgina heard the lock slide on the outside of her cell door. She could feel the surge of adrenaline as she jumped to her feet and picked up the empty piss bucket. At this moment she was feeling braver than she had any right to. In the hours she'd been left waiting in her cell she'd come to the conclusion that she couldn't wait for her sister, Catherine, to come to her rescue - she had to take matters into her own hands, not just for her sake, but for her daughters' too.

She lifted the bucket, the only potential weapon she had at her disposal, high over her head and pressed herself against the wall next to the door. Her muscles tensed like coiled springs as the heavy door slowly creaked open. Georgina was briefly surprised by the figure that stepped inside - a tiny Asian woman, who couldn't have been more than five feet tall. She hesitated just an instant, then brought the steel bucket barreling down to the top of the woman's head. But her target was ready. She easily sidestepped the attack, deflecting the bucket away with her forearm, then countered with a lightning fast throat punch. She followed this up with a one-two punch to Georgina's gut and a leg sweep that sent her crashing to the floor like a sack of potatoes. The bucket clattered down noisily next to her.

"You fuck up big time, Missy!" the tiny Asian barked. "You think Midori not see you on camera?" She pointed to the small mirrored dome mounted on the corner of the ceiling, which Georgina now knew concealed a camera. "You must be extra stupid!"

Georgina groaned as she rolled over onto her side. Midori transferred her anger into a series of kicks to the ailing as she woman curled up on the floor.

"No! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Georgina pleaded as she tried to protect herself from the assault.

"Get up your knees," Midori ordered. Georgina remained huddled on the floor.

"I say get up!" Midori reached down, and with a strength incompatible with her small size, grabbed Georgina by her long blond hair and dragged her to her knees. Then she picked up the empty waste bucket, still reeking from the dried on piss and shit of past captives, and placed it over her head. Georgina cringed as the disgusting, smelly pail covered her face.

"Please! I'm sorry!" her pathetic voice echoed from inside the bucket.

"Midori think you don't know what sorry means." She stepped in front of Georgina and latched onto her bare nipples with her razor-sharp fingernails. "Maybe Midori should teach you!"

"Ahhh! Ahhh!" Georgina shrieked as Midori crushed and twisted her already sore nipples. Her hands shot up and grabbed the Asian woman's wrists, but pulling her arms away only wrenched her nipples harder.

After a few seconds Midori relented. Georgina was left panting for breath within the putrid bucket. She was too afraid to move. She cursed her momentary bravery and feared what further awful consequences it would bring.

"Fortunate for you, Midori has orders to take you somewhere else, so lesson has to wait for later. Maybe she go visit your twin girlies instead, teach them some manners."

"No! Please! Don't hurt them! I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you want!" Georgina begged.

"Hmph," Midori scoffed. She looked around the cell. "Did Missy ask permission before taking off bondage stuff?" she asked, looking at the pile of gear in the corner.

"No," Georgina meekly replied.

Bang! Midori rapped her fist hard against the side of the bucket. Georgina was left with her ears ringing. "That's 'No, Miss Midori', slave!" she snapped. She looked over to the other side of the tiny cell. "And why Missy not eat food left for her?"

"I, uh," Georgina faltered, unsure what excuse to give for not touching the disgusting slop left in the dog bowl for her. "Um." She flinched, expecting more abuse, as the bucket was flipped off of her head.

"Go eat. Now," Midori ordered.

Georgina dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to the two bowls, one filled with watered down piss and the other with a slurry that smelled very much like shit. Midori turned over the waste bucket and sat down atop it.

"Show Midori how much you like it."

Georgina hesitantly lifted her fingers to scoop the awful slop out of the bowl. "No!" Midori snapped. "Slave girls don't eat with hands!"

Georgina put her hand down and lowered her face to the bowl. The gruel has somehow gotten even more disgusting in the intervening hours since she first tried it. It had congealed into a sort of greasy sludge. Georgina made the mistake of taking a deep breath before attempting her first bite - the stench immediately sent her into a fit of dry heaves.

"Come on! Midori don't have all day!"

Georgina held her breath and shoved her face into the bowl. She hoped to take the biggest bites possible so that the retched substance would spend as little time as possible on her tongue. The slop slid down her throat, but it took all of her strength not to vomit it back up again.

"Eat it all up. Show Midori how much you enjoy it."

Georgina smiled and made 'yum' sounds while she scarfed down bite after disgusting bite. Her performance was less than convincing, given how many times she paused to gag and retch, and the way her smile faltered and a look of total revulsion eclipsed her face. Finally she licked the bowl clean and sat back on her heels clutching her stomach. There was slop smeared all over her lips.

"Did Missy like it?" Midori asked.

"Yes, Miss Midori," Georgina sobbed.

"Good. Midori make sure you get plenty more while you stay here! Now drink your water."

Calling the diluted piss 'water' was being generous, but after the disgusting food Georgina had just eaten she was eager for anything that would rinse the terrible taste out of her mouth. Once she had drank it all down she looked up at her mistress, her stomach feeling uncomfortably full.

"Time to get dressed. Missy was invited to a special party!"

---

Raisa waited in the back of the van, suffering as silently as she could for Alison's sake. Even though their trip had ended a while ago the vibrator pressed against her pussy continued to drone on. Her panties were no longer wet with her piss, but with her own juices. She must have cum at least ten times by now - more than she even thought was possible. Her cunt ached from overstimulation. The rest of her body ached as well. Her arms and legs remained bent back so severely that she feared her spine would break. Her tits, crushed within the heavy traps, had turned purple from lack of circulation and swung heavy from her chest. A deep depression had recently fallen over her as she realized just how fucked she was - she hadn't told anyone where she went, or even that she had left. She disappeared on a Friday, so no one would even know she was gone until Monday when she didn't show up for work. She had to hope that her unexplained disappearance aroused her boss, Catherine's, suspicion.

Alison, meanwhile, hung limply from the bulkhead. She no longer screamed when the Sybian between her legs, driven by Raisa's frenetic heartbeat, caused her to cum. Instead she grunted and grimaced as she braced against the sensations in her pussy. Her skewered tits shuddered as they continued to be subjected to agonizing bursts of electricity.

There was a loud squeak as the rear doors swung open. Raisa could feel the van shift as someone climbed inside. Alison looked up, wondering what this new visitor meant. The look of horror on her face sent Raisa's heart beating faster. When the new person stepped into view Raisa understood.

Dr. Zorhof's new personal maid, Beth, had been tasked with retrieving Raisa. The girl's belly was still swollen with her extreme enema while also cruelly crushed within a tight corset. Her tits were splotched red and purple with burns and bruises from the wax and the whip that had been applied to them earlier. Her labia had been stretched to the utmost by their grip on a metal dildo that was being pressed out of her pussy due to the fullness of her insides. Leather cuffs enclosed her wrists and ankles, matching the dog collar fitted tightly around her neck.

Beth set down a canvas bag filled with several items next to Raisa and got to work. She began with a heavy steel collar that she bolted around Raisa's neck. Then, one by one, she freed Raisa from the leather cuffs that held her wrists and ankles. The wrist cuffs were replaced with steel shackles that were linked together behind her back then connected to the back of her collar by a short chain. No longer pinned with her limbs held behind her, Raisa collapsed to the floor of the van. She winced as her weight fell upon her trapped, mangled tits.

Next, Beth produced a large red ball gag. Raisa didn't resist as the oversized ball was shoved in behind her teeth and buckled as tightly as possible. Beth's sack was now empty. She stood up and retracted the bar that kept Raisa pinned to the floor. As she knelt back down next to Raisa, she briefly made eye contact with Alison. The tit-skewered girl had been silently trying to get Beth's attention the entire time.

"Help me!" Alison emphatically and silently mouthed to her.

A look of severe guilt panged against Beth's face as she turned her back on Alison. She picked up the empty canvas bag and pulled it over Raisa's head, taking away her sight. Now Raisa could feel Beth peel away the heartbeat monitor from her chest. For the first time in hours the Sybian mounted between Alison's legs stopped completely. Raisa could hear the girl sigh in relief.

Raisa was guided to her feet and led unsteadily out the back of the van. "Sit," Beth instructed, speaking for the first time. Raisa sat down on the rear bumper while Beth climbed back into the van. She briefly considered making a run for it, but shackled, naked, hooded, and trapped in an unknown location, she was sure her escape would be short-lived.

Raisa could hear Beth tidying away the items that had been used to hold her in place during her van ride. Then something else caught her ear. A sharp whisper, urgent and desperate, from Alison. "No! Please!" There was a click, and the Sybian once again sprang to life - at full power.

"Stop! Come back! Don't leave me like this," Alison begged, her voice breaking. Raisa could picture the green lights flashing on the sinister device as she broke her silence and called after them.

Beth climbed out of the van and guided Raisa to her feet. She slammed the rear doors closed and grabbed Raisa's arm to lead her into the compound. Raisa couldn't be certain, but she thought she heard a sob escape from her silent escort as they made their way out of the garage.

They walked along several hallways. Raisa could feel the floor transition from concrete to tile. They descended a set of narrow stairs, Beth grunting with exertion from her super-stuffed midsection as they walked. Finally they arrived at their destination. Beth pulled open a heavy door and led Raisa into the center of the room. "Sit," she said once more, guiding Raisa down.

Raisa felt her butt make contact with a two foot tall, thick, wooden post. The flat top was a circle, about three inches in diameter. Raisa tried to adjust herself so that she was sitting as comfortably as possible atop the post. There was the squeak of a hinge and then Raisa felt Beth grab one of her ankles. She lifted it from the floor and set it on a rounded notch in a narrow wooden ledge a couple of feet in front of Raisa and about a foot higher than the post she sat upon. Beth grabbed her other ankle and lifted it into a separate notch on that same ledge.

The hinge squeaked again and Raisa felt more wood press down upon the tops of her ankles, a lock snapped shut. She realized now that her feet had just been locked into a wooden stockade. With the soles of her feet perpendicular to the floor and her legs bent in front of her, Raisa was forced to lean forward on the narrow post that she sat upon. She could already feel the hard wood digging into her tailbone. She sure hoped she wouldn't be left like this for long.

Now Beth went around behind Raisa and unchained her wrists from each other and her collar. This time Raisa resisted as Beth grabbed her arm and guided it in front of her, but Beth was stronger and had better leverage. One wrist and then another were dragged forward and placed into a notched plank higher above her feet. A clip on each of her shackles kept her hands in place until Beth could close another stockade upon them, then the shackles were removed. Raisa now had her wrists and ankles trapped in a pair of stacked stockades - her feet and her hands spread about a twelve inches apart, with her wrists twelve inches higher than her ankles.

Raisa heard Beth drag a stool in front of the stocks, she grunted as she sat down on it. Beth grabbed her trapped foot and looped a thin leather cord around her pinky toe and another around her big toe, then she repeated the process on the other foot. Having never had anything tied to her feet, Raisa found the sensation odd - then Beth took each of the leather cords and tied them off of anchors embedded in the stocks. She felt her big toe and pinky toe pulled in opposite directions and yanked back until the top of her foot grazed the hard wood of the stocks. Her heart thundered in her chest as she suddenly recalled the testimony of some of Group XS's victims and their tales of how one of the most painful and feared tortures was the bastinado - foot caning.

"Unnngh! Nnngh!" Raisa pleaded. She felt Beth grab her fingers and attempt to wind them in leather cord as well. Raisa quickly balled her hands into fists. Beth tried and failed repeatedly to pry Raisa's hands open.

"Please! Please!" Beth begged urgently. "If I don't prepare you exactly the way they told me then we'll be punished!" Or, at least, Beth was told she would be punished, but she desperately needed Raisa's cooperation to finish her task.

Reluctantly Raisa opened her hands. Beth weaved a length of leather cord between her fingers, then drew the cords through more anchors until the backs of Raisa's knuckles were pressed against the stocks. Now she was left even more exposed, with her soles and her palms held immovably in place. Her bondage was complete.

Beth stepped behind Raisa and yanked the canvas bag off of her head, then unstrapped the ball gag and freed it from her mouth. Despite having the gag removed, Raisa's jaw continued to hang open as she took in the contents of the room she was bound in. The entire wall in front of her was populated with every type of cane imaginable - wood canes, metal canes, bamboo canes, thick canes, thin canes, even canes that were soaking in brine.

She looked around the rest of the room finding it populated with all manner of fixtures for holding an unwilling victim in all manner of positions. Everywhere she looked were new horrors that drove her anxiety to new heights.

Her work done, Beth retreated to the side and dropped to her knees with her hands held behind her head. She stared blankly straight ahead. Raisa looked over to her, trying hard to ignore the multitude of whips, floggers, and scourges behind her. "Please, don't let them hurt me! You have to get me out of here!" she begged.

Beth tuned her out and remained staring straight ahead.

---

Georgina tried to pull the hem of her short skirt low enough to cover the menacing crotch strap that continued to split her pussy, but the stretchy material just sprang right back up over her hips. With the clothing Midori had forced on her, Georgina felt more naked than if she was wearing nothing at all.

She teetered upon black six inch heels, towering over the tiny Asian woman who had pinched, poked, and prodded her along as she got dressed. Lacy black stockings wrapped her long legs up to her thighs. They were held in place by a simple black garter belt clipped onto the tops. Her bruised tits had been wrestled into a strapless half-cup bra that was sized too small for her generous bust, lifting and presenting her battered breasts for all to see. Black velvet opera gloves came up above her elbows. And a tiny black cocktail dress was draped from her shoulders by thin spaghetti straps. The neckline plunged below her exposed tits, and the hem would only go past her hips if she held the material stretched down as far as it would go.

After getting dressed, Midori artfully applied makeup to her face. Georgina watched in the mirror as she went from plain-faced slave to Hollywood starlet and then to street walking hooker as the fearsome little woman put on layer after layer of cosmetics. She finished the job with a dab of rouge to cover her thoroughly bruised nipples before tucking them back into her bra. Georgina sat quietly in humiliated obeisance, fighting back the tears that would ruin her makeup.

Midori got chatty again once her work was complete. "Missy is going to a special party," she said as she pulled Georgina's wrists behind her back and locked them in a set of handcuffs. "It for all your sister's friends." She reached up and buckled a simple leather collar around her slave's neck. "You look a lot like her. I think you be very popular."

"Too tight," Georgina rasped as her face flushed red under her layers of makeup.

"Good," Midori snapped, stopping herself mid-swing from bringing her palm to Georgina's face, slapping her across the room, and ruining her makeup. "It reminds you of your place. You be good girl, you get rewards. You be bad girl, you get punishment. Let's go."

She clipped a leash to the front of the collar and tugged Georgina out of the room. Georgina wobbled after the woman, taking tiny steps in her unfamiliar and precarious high heels. After two steps her dress had ridden so far up her backside that it didn't cover her ass at all. Midori guided her along. Georgina followed, taking concerned notice of the signs labeling the doors as she passed: leather dungeon, bondage suite, slave school, Nazi dungeon, holding pens.

Finally they arrived outside a finely carved, solid oak door. Midori unclipped the leash from Georgina's collar, opened the door, and shoved her inside. She closed the door behind her slave, not entering the room herself. Georgina clumsily stumbled into the room. All conversation stopped and all eyes turned to her. Georgina felt her face flush hot as the audience stared at her sexy and revealing outfit. She sheepishly tried to pull her dress down over her hips, failing to do so, with her hands cuffed behind her back. She took a quick glance around the room, wishing she could turn herself invisible.

It was a finely furnished room populated with antique wooden furniture and rich leather sofas. Plush, expensive rugs covered the floors and intricate tapestries hung from the walls. Georgina wasn't quite sure what she was expecting, this room was more lounge than dungeon, though she did see a few cages along the walls and a sinister looking metal chair off to one side.

Sitting amongst the couches and chairs there were half a dozen masters and mistresses who had been idly bantering with each other when Georgina stepped in. They had been casually watching the antics of three slaves arrayed before them. One was a nude brunette sitting amid an open space on the plush carpet. She was determinedly trying to stuff her pussy with an oversized dildo. Georgina was surprised and horrified that the girl had actually managed to work the huge tip into her tight hole and was now moving the monster in and out in an attempt to force it deeper. She paused a second to spit into her hand, rubbing the saliva along the shaft of the dildo - it was the only lubrication she had available. Her other hand was furiously rubbing her clit, hoping the stimulation would help loosen her overstretched pussy. A fake smile was plastered on her face as she rode up and down the monster cock, though each time the dildo smashed into her cunt the smile turned to a grimace, threatening to reveal the true agony she was subjecting herself to.

The other two slaves were over near a heavy wooden table. One was covered in bruises all over her body. She wore a matching skintight set of lingerie - panties, corset, and brassiere - and her head was surrounded by a thick leather discipline helmet. There was a gap in the covering for her mouth to show through. It was held wide by an oversized metal ring gag. The slave was bent over the table with her shackled arms stretched to the far side, her ankles were spread and secured to the legs of the table on the near side.

Standing just behind the bent over slave was another girl. This was one dressed head-to-toe in a tight rubber bodysuit so that only her frightened blue eyes shone through. Over the bodysuit she wore a Catholic schoolgirl's uniform - a blue and green plaid jumper over a short sleeve white blouse, complete with white knee socks and Mary Janes. This girl was furiously fucking the bent over woman through a slit in her tight panties with the long, hard strap on that she had mounted on her hips. Her breath huffed in and out through the tiny hole over her mouth as she panted from the exertion.

"Who do we have here?" asked a gray haired older man staring at her bruised tits as they threatened to spill out of her bra.

"Georgina Grace, sir," she mumbled, staring at the floor a few feet in front of her.

"Speak up!" the man growled. "Look at your betters when you are talking to them!"

Georgina met eyes with the man, noting the evil glare he gave her, and repeated her name.

"Judge Kellerman, I'd like to introduce you to Catherine's little sister," said a gorgeous blonde getting up from the leather sofa. She wore a tight latex catsuit with an executioner's half-hood covering the top half of her face. Her piercing gray eyes bore right through Georgina. "She has just recently arrived."

"I can see the family resemblance," remarked another gray haired man with a sinister smile on his face. "Especially considering the outfit Catherine wore for Lynn a few nights ago." This drew a chuckle from the assembled sadists.

"This sister is maybe not so little," said an older woman with a thick accent as she appraised Georgina's generous bust and wide hips, still locked tightly within the crotch strap.

"Allow me to introduce myself," said the hooded woman. "I am Mistress XS. You are here because your sister chose to meddle in our affairs. She has caused no shortage of trouble for me and my friends, and now we will exact our revenge on her friends and family. Make no mistake, you are here to suffer. If you cooperate, you may survive long enough to see your dear sister again. If you don't cooperate, then we may just have to turn our attentions to the lovely young twins that we recently acquired."

"No! Don't hurt them! I'll do anything!" Georgina begged.

"We'll just see about that," Mistress XS cooed as she wiped the beginning of a tear from Georgina's eye.

"These are the rest of my associates," Mistress XS said. "I'm sure you'll become intimately familiar with them in the weeks and months to come. There's Dr. Saavik and Dr. Zorhof, they were just recently released from prison after your sister had so unfairly conspired against them." The smiling man and the older woman glared at Georgina.

"That is Judge Kellerman and his wife, Eva. As I understand it, he works very closely with your sister." The angry man nodded towards Georgina. "And the rest of my friends will introduce themselves later. But for now I think we would like you to introduce yourself to us. Dr. Saavik, would you turn on some music please? Let's see you dance for us. Show us what you have to offer."

The doctor went to a stereo and turned on some smooth jazz. Mistress XS pulled out a key and removed Georgina's handcuffs. Then all eyes were once again on her. Her whole body flushed red in embarrassment as she sheepishly swayed back and forth to the music.

"You're going to have to do better than that or else you'll find yourself dancing under the touch of my whip!" Mistress XS snapped.

Georgina gasped. She closed her eyes and tried to remember how she'd seen people dance sexily in movies. She swallowed her shame and began moving to the music, gyrating her hips and running her hands along her body.

"Open your eyes! Look at us while you dance," Judge Kellerman ordered. Georgina complied, continuing her dance. The lascivious grins on her audience suggested she was doing an adequate job, which did nothing to assuage her utter humiliation.

She bent down to run her hands up her stockinged legs and her tits popped out of her tight half-cup bra. She bolted upright in shock and moved to shove her tits back in. "No! Leave them out," Mrs. Kellerman purred. "They're quite lovely."

Georgina kept dancing. The song ended. She kept dancing for the next song, and the next, wondering the whole time what was in store for her after the dancing was done.

---

Raisa waited in the dungeon for at least an hour. Her ass had gone numb from sitting atop the flat, narrow post. Her wrists and ankles chaffed from her trying to wriggle free of her bonds. She'd given up on begging Beth to release her, the suffering slave remained kneeling passively off to the side, staring straight ahead the whole time.

Raisa jumped at the sound of the door opening. A beautiful blonde in an expensive dress suit walked in, her stiletto heels clacking on the floor. "Sorry I'm late. I've been tied up in court all day," she said.

A look of realization came over Raisa's face. "I know you!" she exclaimed.

The woman smiled. "Lisa Shaw, at your service," she curtsied. Though Raisa knew her from the office as "that flirty bitch defense attorney" - Catherine's greatest rival in court. A litigator that would pull out all the dirtiest tricks to win. She'd flirt with the judges, tamper with the evidence, suck up to the juries, and, to Catherine's chagrin, it usually worked.

Lisa looked down at Raisa as if she was just noticing that she was bound and in great discomfort. "Oh, you poor thing," she said, coming over beside her. "Let me get those off of you." She reached for the spring-loaded traps that gripped tightly around Raisa's tits.

Raisa groaned as Lisa picked the first one up. Her tender tit had shaded to a deep red within the jaws of the crushing metal trap. Lisa pried the bars apart until the trap locked open. She slid the metal device off of her chest and set it down on the floor, then got to work on the other one. Finally freed from the heavy traps, Raisa breathed a sigh of relief and sat up a bit straighter. She looked down at her chest. Her breasts were returning back to their natural color, though they were now ringed by dark purple bruises where the traps had snapped shut.

"That's better," Lisa remarked.

"Thank you," Raisa said. "Please, you need to get me out of here. I don't belong here."

"About that," Lisa said. "I'm afraid we can't just let you go, you would tip off Catherine and ruin everything we have planned for her. To that end, I need to ask you for something." Lisa pulled a phone out of her pocket, Raisa instantly recognized it as her own work-issued cellphone. "We would like you to send a nice email to your boss explaining to her that you suddenly needed to leave town and will be away from work for a while. Will you do that for us?"

Raisa stared back at the devious woman. She wasn't stupid. She knew that sending that email would seal her fate with Group XS. Catherine was her last, best hope for rescue. If she thought Raisa had disappeared under suspicious circumstances she would stop at nothing to find out what happened.

At the same time she knew full well what these people were capable of. She gazed at the array of canes displayed nearby. How long could she hold out if they chose to torture her until she complied? Would it be any worse than her fate if she was trapped her indefinitely? She resolved to hold out. Maybe she could resist long enough for Catherine to find her.

"So, are you going to help? You don't even have to write the email. Just give me your password and I'll write it for you, okay?"

Raisa defiantly clenched her jaw and turned up her chin at Lisa. The woman returned her a sinister smile. For expediency's sake she wanted Raisa's cooperation, but secretly she'd hoped she would resist. Now the game was on.

"So that's how it's going to be?" she said. "You are unreasonably brave for someone in your position. Let's just see if I can change your tune."

Lisa went to the wall and picked up a thick wooden cane. She gave a few test swings. Raisa could feel her heart thundering in her chest as she heard the 'swish' of the cane as it sliced through the air. Lisa stalked over to her. She lined up the cane with the bottoms of Raisa's feet. Raisa could feel the cool, smooth wood as the woman softly rubbed the cane back and forth across her exposed soles. She tried to wriggle her feet away, but they were too securely tied.

"Please, no! Please, don't do this!" Raisa begged.

"The only words I want to hear out of your mouth are 'Mistress Lisa, I'm ready to cooperate.' Got it?"

Raisa was crying from fear and panic as Lisa drew back the cane far behind her. She was screaming in terror as she saw the woman tense and swing the cane forward. Swish! Raisa closed her eyes. But the blow didn't land. Lisa stopped just short of Raisa's defenseless feet. She could feel the tickle of air as the wood flexed and then sprang back. Raisa whimpered in pitiful relief.

"Slave!" Mistress Lisa roared, addressing Beth, who was still obediently kneeling off to the side. Beth's eyes grew wide as she glanced at the suddenly irate mistress. "Did you sit on my stool?"

Beth's eyes dropped to the little wooden stool she had sat upon while she had bound Raisa's hands and feet. Her pause suggested that for a brief second she considered denying it. "Yes, mistress." Her voice quivered in fear.

"What makes you think that you can find a nice comfortable resting place while you are working?" she asked rhetorically. "When you return to Dr. Zorhof and you will inform her that I am not satisfied with your work. Understood?"

"Yes, mistress," Beth sobbed.

"There is a package in the garage that needs to be delivered to Mistress XS. Go get it and bring it to her in the lounge. You are dismissed." Beth quickly stood up and made for the door.

"Good help is so hard to find these days," Lisa remarked to herself. "Now where was I?"

Swish! Crack! Mistress Lisa hadn't even fully turned around before snapping the cane hard into Raisa's exposed palms. Raisa thought she knew pain, she thought she knew distress, but when the sturdy cane made contact with her immobilized hands her whole world view was reset. She screamed. And she screamed. And she screamed.

Lisa smiled, pleased with the effect this first blow had on her victim. She was even more pleased that, as she lined up the cane against Raisa's soles for the next stroke, the girl hadn't surrendered. This was going to be fun. She loved a challenge.

"If you thought that was good, then you'll love this." She gently rubbed her cane along Raisa's helpless feet.

"No, no, please, no," Raisa whimpered.

Swish! Crack! Quick as lightning, Lisa drew the cane back and snapped it forward, but instead of landing on her feet, the cane struck the exact same spot on Raisa's hands. Raisa saw red. She threw her head back and screamed until lungs were empty. The thought of capitulation didn't even enter her mind. Instead all she could think was 'Pain! Pain!'

Lisa laughed at her little trick. While she waited for Raisa to come back down to Earth she set down the cane and took off her suit jacket, draping it over a well-used spanking bench. She picked up the cane once again.

"Where will I strike this time?" she teased, prodding alternately between her hands and feet. Raisa sobbed and mewed pathetically.

Swish! Crack! Raisa's eyes bulged from her head. Her voice failed her. Her mouth opened, but only a halting, disjointed croaking came out. As bad as the cane stroke to her hand was, as worse as the second stroke to the same spot was, the new strike to the soles of her feet greatly eclipsed even those. The stocks rattled as she futilely tried to withdraw her feet, adding to the bruises around her ankles. Her chin lolled forward as her blood pressure spiked, making her lightheaded. Raisa's whole world became pain. Searing, pulsing, throbbing pain radiating out of her battered extremities.

"As bad as the first one is, I'm told the second one is so much worse," Lisa taunted her as she lined up for another swing against Raisa's soles.

Swish! Crack!

---

The next song ended and Georgina briefly paused thrusting her hips in time with the music.

"I think that's enough dancing for now," Mistress XS declared as she stood up and turned off the stereo. "I must admit that despite being a bit older than our usual 'guests' you're still in rather good shape. You have some pretty good moves."

"Thank you, mistress," Georgina muttered.

"Though I could see you grimace sometimes when you crouched down. Tell me, does your crotch strap bother you?" Mistress XS tried and failed to slip a finger between the tight belt belt and Georgina's flesh but was unable to.

"Oh, yes! Very much so, mistress!"

"Hmm, perhaps we can do something about that." Georgina held stock still while the woman bent low and traced the tip of her sharp fingernail along her cruelly parted labia. "I think your sexy dancing has aroused the attention of most everybody in this room. What do you think of that?"

"I could fuck them," Georgina blurted out, desperately hoping that it would mean removing the tight crotch strap. "Please let me fuck them, mistress. I'll make them feel so good."

"And what about the ladies?" Mistress XS asked.

"I'll lick their pussies! Or they can fuck me with dildos, whatever they want. Please, mistress!"

"You're a horny little slut, aren't you? Maybe once you've serviced everyone here we can see about getting that nasty thing off of you." Mistress XS turned to her colleagues. "Who'd like to have her first?"

Mrs. Kellerman raised her hand. "I've been imagining this whore's tongue in my pussy since she got here. I'd like to see if my expectations live up to reality."

With a nod from Mistress XS, Georgina dropped to her knees and crawled over to Mrs. Kellerman, hiding her disappointment that the act wouldn't necessitate removing her debilitating crotch strap. The young blond hiked up her skirt and slid forward on the sofa, revealing her bald, glistening pussy. Georgina, a straight woman in her thirties, had never licked a pussy before, but she drew upon the things she had enjoyed from her own lovers and dived right in, acutely aware of the audience of perverts she had watching her as she did so.

"Mmmm, mmmm. You're not bad," Mrs. Kellerman purred, thoroughly enjoying the intimate attention. "Tell me, Georgina, do you like roleplay?"

"Yes, mistress," Georgina replied between slurps, hoping her agreeableness would be rewarded.

"Oh good! I can't wait to have you come visit me in the Nazi dungeon sometime. I'll be the prison guard, and you'll be the Jewish prostitute that we brought in for questioning. Mmmm, I can just picture the sexy outfit that we'll put you in. And I've got the perfect chair for you to sit in. Oh, and all the fun we'll have interrogating you! Mmmm, yes! And then when I get my hands on those beautiful tits, oh, oh, yes, yes!"

Georgina felt like she would drown in the torrent of pussy juice pouring out of her mistress's pussy as she brought herself to orgasm with Georgina's busy tongue and her own twisted imagination. She pulled her face from between Mrs. Kellerman's legs deeply shaken by the description of what her future encounters with this woman held. Before she could seek out her next customer, however, there was a soft knock at the door.

Another slave entered, pushing a plastic shipping crate mounted on top of a flat, wheeled dolly. She grunted as the wheels ran up onto the plush carpet, her bare feet driving the heavy crate forward. Then she knelt down next to her delivery, panting from the exertion. Georgina gasped as she noticed the excruciatingly tight corset the woman wore over her bloated stomach.

"Beth, what brings you here?" Dr. Zorhof asked of her new personal maid.

"Mistress Lisa asked me to deliver this package here for Mistress XS," Beth replied.

"Very good," Dr. Zorhof smiled. "And how did everything go with Mistress Lisa?"

A somber look came over Beth's face. "Mistress Lisa was not satisfied with my work. I sat on her stool without permission," she said, barely controlling her voice through the fear and despair that it carried.

"Oh," said Dr. Zorhof, the smile disappearing from her face. "And what do you think should be the consequences of that?"

Beth's lip was trembling now. "I should be punished," she sobbed.

"That's right," Dr. Zorhof agreed. "And after I have punished you, you shall be returned to Mistress Lisa so that you can make amends to her." She turned to her associates. "Now I know you all were hoping to welcome our newest guest," the doctor nodded to the crate, "but I'm hoping you don't mind waiting just a little bit longer so that we can properly punish naughty Beth."

"I wonder if, perhaps, another nice long pony ride would teach you some manners?" Mistress XS mused.

Beth's eyes grew wide and she trembled with terror as she vividly remembered the forty eight hours she had spent riding the wooden pony under the care of Mistress XS, who insisted that Beth come up with worse and worse punishments for herself before promising to let her off. "No! Please! Anything but that!" Beth begged.

"What else do you have in mind?" Dr. Zorhof inquired.

"Punish my pussy," Beth pleaded. "You can use whips or needles or electricity - anything you want! Please, please punish my pussy!" The girl dropped to her knees and crawled to her mistress begging. Georgina was horrified by what she was seeing.

"Since you were so eager to have a seat, I think maybe you might benefit from a rest in our restraint chair during a session with our newest tool?"

There was enthusiastic agreement among everyone, including Beth. Dr. Zorhof gestured to the odd metal chair off to the side of the room. "Beth, if you'd please take a seat."

The terrified slave was openly bawling as she scurried over to the chair. It really wasn't so much a chair as a metal frame built out of tubular steel welded together in a way that someone could squat onto it - there wasn't even a seat, just a pair of bars that the occupant could drape her legs over so that it held her knees wide apart. Beth lowered herself onto the frame, setting her upper body against the bar that ran along the back and nestling her shoulders between the two longer, wider set bars running parallel to that. Those two bars were close enough together that Beth needed to raise her arms above her head and shrug her shoulders to squeeze between them.

"Could I get someone to assist me in strapping her in?" Dr. Zorhof asked.

"I'll help!" Mrs. Kellerman offered as she jumped off the sofa and smoothed her skirt down over her freshly serviced pussy. She trotted over to the chair and helped Dr. Zorhof apply straps to Beth's wrists, elbows, chest, waist, knees, and ankles - though she kept pausing to kiss at Beth's neck, or stick her tongue in her ear, or whisper sweet nothings to her that only served to heighten Beth's fear of what she had so readily agreed to. Two final straps wrapped snuggly around Beth's neck and passed across her forehead, securing her head firmly to the back post.

While Dr. Zorhof and Mrs. Kellerman went back over each strap and tightened it down as much as possible, Mistress XS got up and strode over to the newly arrived crate. "I don't want our new guest to miss out on all the fun. Especially since it will be her turn in the chair next. Dr. Saavik, would you help me to get her out?"

"Certainly!"

Dr. Saavik got up from his chair and went to help Mistress XS with the latches on the crate, leaving just Georgina and Judge Kellerman back near the seating area. Georgina, still hoping to be freed from her crushing crotch strap, crawled over to the judge.

"Judge Kellerman, sir," she gave him her best puppy dog eyes. "Could I please suck your cock?"

"You're a wanton little slut, aren't you?" he replied. "Maybe I'll have to join my wife when she gets a chance to play with you in the Nazi dungeon. Then I can show you how we treat promiscuous Jewish whores in the SS!" He smiled at the terrified look on Georgina's face. "You may proceed."

He made no effort to assist Georgina as she rose up and fished his already hard cock out of his pants. She took it into her mouth, giving him the best blowjob she knew how to do. For his part, the judge paid very little mind to Georgina, instead focusing on the myriad sights around the room: Beth was being tightened down into her chair; the brunette was still struggling to cram the enormous dildo into her cunt, she'd made some progress, but still had a long way to go; the rubberdoll 'schoolgirl' was still furiously fucking the battered woman bent over the table, though she was clearly showing signs of exhaustion; and Mistress XS had finally opened the final latch on the plastic crate, sliding the lid off onto the floor.

"Phew!" Mistress XS exclaimed as a fetid smell wafted throughout the room. "What a stench!"

She reached her latex-gloved hand inside the crate and grabbed the cramped woman within by the back of her hood, dragging her up to a kneeling position. Her fingers worked at the crusty zippers over her eyes until she was finally able to yank them open. She grinned when she saw that beneath the hood, the girl's eyes had been plastered shut by the dry cum that had been fired at them before she'd been put in the crate. Dr. Saavik handed her the bottle of water he'd been sipping. Mistress XS splashed it into the eyeholes and wiped away the gunk with her fingers. The girl slowly blinked open her eyelids, then stared directly at Mistress XS.

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" she hollered from behind the unstrapped ball gag that she held in her mouth. She twisted and struggled to free herself from the grasp on the back of her tight, piss-soaked hood.

"Oh yes, Emily, you're home," Mistress XS said. "But don't worry, you're in good company. We've got all the treacherous cunts that chose to testify against us at the trial here to join you."

She twisted Emily's head to face the brunette stuffing her cunt with the large dildo. "There's your good friend, Katie. I hear you've both entered the employ of Mistress Lisa. I bet she has all sorts of interesting tasks for you two to perform."

She jerked Emily's head to face the heavy table. "And there's sweet, young Hannah, all grown up now. Dr. Saavik has enrolled her in a very exclusive new school we've started here. I bet she'll be the star student in no time!"

"That woman beneath Hannah is Tania. You remember her, of course. As our chief traitor, she's been getting lots of extra special attention lately. But, really, it's nothing more than she rightfully deserves. Wouldn't you agree?"

Now she turned Emily's head to face the menacing metal chair. Dr. Zorhof and Mrs. Kellerman had finished tightening down the straps as tight as they would go. "And who could forget Beth? Dear Beth was so eager to try out our new toy that she literally begged us to torture her pussy. Isn't that right, Beth?"

The trapped girl didn't reply, she was too busy hyperventilating from the terror of what soon awaited her.

"We had thought you would get the honor of trying it first, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait your turn. Good news, though! There's two different settings on our new device - we can try one on each of you and then you can compare notes to decide which one is worse! Oh, we're going to have so much fun together! I simply can't wait!" She wrinkled her nose. "But, honestly, you smell terrible. I won't have you soiling my carpets with this terrible mess that you've made. Dr. Saavik, could you help me find a more appropriate place for Emily to stay while she waits her turn?"

"Gladly!" Dr. Saavik folded back the rug in a corner of the room, revealing a heavy wooden trap door in the floor. He pulled the door open, then lifted the metal grate covering a shallow pit that rested beneath that. Mistress XS slid Emily in her crate until it was next to the pit.

"In you go," she said, needling Emily out of the crate. The poor girl rose, dripping with dirty, brown piss that had soaked into her stockings and wetted her tight punishment bra. She glanced down into the dark pit, hesitating.

"I wasn't asking. I was ordering," Mistress XS sneered. She grabbed Emily's arms, still handcuffed behind her back and practically threw the girl in the hole. Emily landed on her feet with a thud. Standing within the four foot deep pit, her upper body jutted up above the level of the floor. "Get down."

Emily slowly knelt down into the hole and Dr. Saavik dropped the grate back on top. Mistress XS reached down through the bars and snatched Emily's hands, yanking them upwards until her hands passed through the narrow gaps, then she applied a new set of shackles around the girl's wrists so that she could no longer lower her hands back through. Finally, she removed the original handcuffs that were no longer necessary. With her hands lifted awkwardly behind her back, Emily wasn't able to kneel comfortably within the pit, nor was she able to stand within the tight confines. She was forced to squat in a stooped forward position.

"What a mess you've made of this crate," Mistress XS noted, gazing down into the mix of piss and shit and cum. She tipped the crate over onto its side, pouring the contents down into the pit. Emily squealed in disgust and dismay as the foul liquid rained down upon her. "You'll be cleaning it out properly later with your tongue."

Georgina noted that Judge Kellerman, who had been watching this whole scene from the couch, had become more excited as Mistress XS demonstrated her cruelty. No longer satisfied to be a passive participant in the blowjob Georgina was giving him, he buried both hands in her long blond hair and fucked her head in earnest. He seemed intent on ramming his cock down her throat, but Georgina, still tightly collared, could hardly swallow her own spit, let alone a fully erect penis. Georgina's protests merely came out as garbled coughs and chokes as the judge slammed his dick into the back of her throat over and over again. Finally he came. He blasted his load into Georgina's open mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but the rest dribbled out her mouth and ran down her chin.

"Thank you, sir," Georgina sobbed, black tears running down her cheeks and smearing her makeup. Judge Kellerman ignored her, pushing her aside as he returned his cock to his pants and stood up to join his colleagues that were gathering around poor Beth. He paused near Katie, who was still determinedly trying to stuff her cunt with an enormous dildo. She was laying on her back, hoping a better angle would allow her more progress.

"Having fun, my dear?" the judge taunted.

Katie returned an obviously false smile. "Yes, sir."

"Good. You remember our promise? You will get that whole thing inside of you by the end of the party, or Mrs. Kellerman and I will have you commission us a new artwork - one consisting of a goodly amount of your bodily fluids."

The reminder had Katie redouble her efforts. She reached down and pushed the dildo into herself as hard as it would go. The judge moved as if to walk past her but instead stepped between her splayed legs and landed a swift kick on the end of the dildo. Katie screamed as the shaft slammed up into her cunt. She rolled onto her side clutching at her midsection. The judge indifferently walked away.

Katie allowed herself a moment to wallow in her mounting misery, then righted herself and returned to the task at hand. She feared that it was impossible, that she was set up for failure. But she also knew that giving anything less than her absolute best effort would be grounds for further punishment.

Georgina followed along on hands and knees to the group gathering around Beth. Dr. Zorhof had wheeled out a device on a cart consisting of a box with several switches and knobs connected by wire to something the size of a pencil. While she set up the controls, Dr. Saavik wandered over to the table where Hannah was still sliding her strap-on in and out of Tania's overfucked pussy. The schoolgirl's stamina was flagging, her thrusts barely moved in or out of the older woman's cunt. Her heavy breathing whistled through the tiny hole in the rubber hood that covered her mouth.

"Hannah, you look tired," Dr. Saavik said sympathetically. "Wouldn't you like to take a break in that nice new box that I've had developed for you?"

"No!" Hannah gasped, bolting upright under the renewed attention of her master. "I mean, no thank you, Uncle Saavik," she hastily corrected herself. She turned her head warily toward a leather-padded case laying innocently in the corner, then renewed her efforts at pounding Tania's hole with her strap-on. Tania moaned weakly under the renewed onslaught.

Saavik shrugged and turned back to his companions. "Perhaps later then."

Georgina could only imagine how uncomfortable the poor schoolgirl must have been, covered from head to toe in tight rubber, overworked, exhausted, and threatened, only able to suck the tiniest breaths through her hood. Beneath the rubber suit she must have been absolutely drenched in sweat that had nowhere to evaporate.

Georgina was just about to ask Dr. Saavik if she could suck his cock when Dr. Zorhof stood up and declared that the device was ready. "Mistress XS, would you like the honor of going first?" she asked.

"Thank you. I would," she replied. "And I think I'd like to feel Georgina's soft tongue inside my pussy while I do - all this excitement has got me running like a tap!"

She reached between her legs and opened a zipper in her catsuit to reveal her pale pink pussy. She sat down on the stool in front of Beth and regarded the terrified girl with amusement.

"Please, mistress. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she repeated over and over. "I'll never disappoint you again. I'll - ahh!" She screamed in surprise as Mistress XS stepped on a pedal at the base of the chair and it suddenly tipped back, giving her easy access to the frightened girl's quivering cunt.

Mistress XS picked up a pair of heavy duty clamps that looked like they came from some sort of industrial manufacturing facility and deftly snapped them on to Beth's outer labia. "Ahhh! Take them off! Take them off!" she begged. Mistress XS did no such thing. Instead she hooked a long thin chain with a weight on the end to each clamp. Then, she didn't so much as drape each weight as rather toss each weight over each of Beth's thighs, snapping the chains taut and splaying the girl's pussy wide.

Now Mistress XS scooted forward on her stool and invited Georgina between her legs. The cruel sadist wasn't lying when she said how turned on she was - her pussy was absolutely dripping with anticipation. Georgina quickly got to work licking and slurping at the hot, wet slit.

Mistress XS picked up the little stylus connected by wire to the machine. "I think we'll start with the laser," she said. "It uses a wavelength of light that allows it to pass through the skin so that it can stimulate and burn the nerve endings just beneath," she explained for Beth's benefit. "Shall we begin?"

She didn't wait for Beth to agree. She merely leaned forward and pressed the button on the side of the stylus while pointing it at the slave's vulnerable folds. Beth's frantic screams filled the room at an intensity as yet unheard.

Georgina cringed as she labored mere inches away. She expected that if she turned around she'd see Beth's pussy covered in blisters and burns, boils and contusions. Nothing could be further from the truth. The handheld device left no marks at all as the laser passed effortlessly over Beth's most sensitive parts. The only indication that it was working, aside from Beth's anguished screaming, of course, was the little green dot flashing on her skin to help guide Mistress XS's aim as the invisible laser traced a path of pure agony along poor Beth's pussy.

Georgina worked on, licking and sucking Mistress XS's pussy like there was no tomorrow. She was terrified of what these people were showing themselves capable of, and she was absolutely horrified by how Mistress XS became more and more aroused as Beth's agony increased.

Mistress XS worked patiently on her victim, starting near the outside of Beth's pussy and moving inward, torturing her labia, then her vulva. Beth's suffering was endless as the cruel woman plied her craft. Georgina thought she would drown in the torrent of pussy juice that flowed from the evil woman, but she could sense that Mistress XS was nearing climax. That was when Mistress XS directed her cruel laser to Beth's clit. The poor girl's screams were inhuman as the laser pulsed on and off, inflicting its terrible trauma on her nerve-rich nub. Mistress XS's excitement was palpable. This latest bout of torture drove her wild. She put a hand on the back of Georgina's head and pressed her face into her cunt as she came. Georgina licked and sucked in a desperate attempt to keep up. Her face was drenched in her mistress's juices, but she didn't stop until Mistress XS set down the stylus and shoved Georgina's head away.

"Whew! That was some fun," she remarked over the din of Beth's uncontrollable sobbing. "Dr. Zorhof, what do you say we put Emily into the chair and you can take a turn with the electric needle mode?"

---

Swish! Crack! Raisa's body staggered from the strike across the bottoms of her feet. Her head reared back as she howled in agony, then her chin fell to her chest. She was drunk with pain. Her battered hands and feet were bruised and swollen.

Mistress Lisa had nearly cycled through her wide selection of canes, letting Raisa appreciate the unique suffering that each one could bring. She now set aside the one she had been using on Raisa for the past five minutes. She drew a long wooden cane from a bucket of brine it had been soaking in and took a practice swing in Raisa's direction. The miserable slave winced as the salty solution spritzed across her sweat-soaked body.

Mistress Lisa stood resplendent in the harsh light of the dungeon. She had long ago shed the rest of her well-tailored business suit. She towered over Raisa wearing only a pair of red latex panties and a matching bra. Her right hand held the new cane, her left hand fondled her pussy through the thin material that covered it.

The cruel dominatrix lined up the cane against Raisa's bare feet. Raisa winced as she felt the wet, supple wood press gently against her soles. She could feel the sting of the brine where it touched her open wounds. She started sobbing more heavily. The terror of this new implement was overwhelming.

"M-m-mistress," she stammered. "I'm- I'm ready to cooperate." Her voice was so hoarse that her words were barely audible.

"What's that you said? Speak up!" Mistress Lisa barked, leaning in close. She'd heard her victim just fine, but she wanted Raisa to repeat herself anyway so that the girl knew that she was truly defeated. That she was weak. That she was broken.

Raisa lifted her head and looked into Lisa's cold blue eyes. "Mistress, I'm ready to cooperate," she repeated more loudly this time, then began bawling. She knew that she was surrendering her best chance at rescue from this horrendous nightmare, but she simply couldn't take any more abuse.

"Excellent!" Lisa said, pulling up her stool alongside Raisa and sitting down. She brushed the girl's hair back from her face and dabbed the tears from her eyes with a tissue. "There, there," she soothed. The sudden empathy was a jarring shift from the woman who had spent the better part of the last hour viscously beating her hands and feet while massaging her own pussy to the sounds of Raisa's frantic screams.

"Now I'll just need to know the passcode to unlock your phone," Mistress Lisa said expectantly.

Raisa paused. Her mouth went dry, like her body was trying to protect her from divulging the numbers, but one glance at the wall of torture devices sent the passcode spilling past her lips.

"That's right," Lisa confirmed as Raisa told her the code.

Raisa gave her a confused glare.

"Oh, our tech people cracked your passcode as soon as you arrived," Lisa explained. "I just wanted to make you give it to me."

The realization hit Raisa like a slap in the face. All that pain, all that terror, all the taunting and anguish, the broken resolve - it was all for nothing! Raisa felt sick.

"See?" Lisa said, unlocking Raisa's phone. "I already typed up the email for you. Here, I'll read it out loud.

Dear Catherine,

I'm sorry to have to leave you on short notice, but a family emergency has come up and I need to return home to Prague immediately. I have really treasured these past few months working for you. I know we will meet again someday.

Sincerely,

Raisa Novak

Pretty good, right? She'll never suspect a thing." Lisa gave Raisa a big smile. "Here, I want you to be the one who hits 'send'." She reached around the stocks and undid the leather cord that held the fingers of Raisa's right hand against the wood. "Go on. Just tap the button."

Raisa's fingers curled up against her bruised palm. Her hand was trembling while Mistress Lisa held the phone out expectantly.

"I'm waiting," Mistress Lisa warned after a few seconds hesitation. Tears poured down Raisa's cheeks as she reluctantly tapped 'send', sealing her fate and dooming her to a lifetime of misery at the hands of Group XS.

"Great! I think this calls for a reward, don't you?" Lisa reached over to a cabinet and opened a drawer. She pulled out a long, gleaming hunting knife. Raisa's eyes grew wide.

"No! No! Please! I did what you asked!" Raisa pleaded, her eyes never leaving the sharp blade as Lisa twirled it about. But Lisa had no intention of stabbing her terrified victim. A quick death would have been downright merciful compared to what the group had planned for her. Instead she slipped the blade down between Raisa's hips and the soiled white cotton panties that she'd been wearing since she'd been kidnapped. With a flick of the wrist, Lisa easily sliced through the material on either side of Raisa's body. She set the knife down and tugged the tattered panties out from underneath Raisa so that her bare ass rested on top of the rough wooden post.

Lisa inspected the stained fabric. "So filthy," she tsked. "I think you ought to clean them up a bit. Open!" She commanded so forcefully that Raisa reflexively obeyed. Before Raisa knew what was happening Lisa had shoved the panties into her mouth, making sure the most soiled part was placed against her tongue. Raisa retched as the taste of dried piss and pussy juice filled her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as Mistress Lisa crammed the entire garment in behind her lips. Then she pulled out a roll of packing tape and wrapped it around and around and around Raisa's head until there was no doubt that the gag was going nowhere.

Now Raisa grunted as Mistress Lisa took out a Hitachi wand, turned it on at full power, and pressed it against her bare pussy. Raisa, after having been forced to cum countless times just hours before during her journey in the van, squirmed away from the touch of the vibrator. Her pussy was still tender and sore, the sensations just caused her to ache.

"Now, now," Lisa admonished her. "There's no need to be bashful. You've earned this." She adjusted the vibrator so that Raisa could not squirm away.

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Raisa pleaded.

After a minute Mistress Lisa had made no discernable progress in stimulating Raisa. She scowled, turned off the vibrator, and set it down on the floor. Then she got up and walked around behind Raisa, picking something off of the wall.

Splat! Raisa bolted upright as the braided strands of a leather flogger crashed across her back.

"You. Will. Cum. Whether. You. Want. To. Or. Not!" Lisa snarled, emphasizing each word with a swing of her flogger against Raisa's defenseless back. The poor girl bounced and twisted upon her wooden perch as her back blossomed in pain. Lisa gave her several more hard slashes for good measure, then sat back down on the stool. She picked up the vibrator, switched it on and pressed it against Raisa's pussy as if nothing had just happened.

Raisa wailed in despair, painfully aware of what the stakes for her 'reward' were. She tried to focus on her aching pussy, willing herself to respond to the unwelcome stimulation against her tired flesh.

Another minute passed with little progress from Raisa. The vibrator switched off. Lisa's eyes narrowed. She got up from the stool and walked behind Raisa. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Raisa begged.

"You're going to learn to quit wasting my time," Mistress Lisa sneered as she picked up her flogger once again.

---

Georgina braced herself as best she could while Dr. Saavik slammed his cock into her mouth over and over again. He wasn't fucking her to try and get off, rather he was using his hard dick to punish and degrade her as only he knew how. She clasped her hands together behind her back to keep from trying to push him away. He kept both his hands embedded in her long blond hair so Georgina had no chance to pull away.

But suddenly he released his grip. He flung Georgina to the floor, she sprawled across the surface, gasping for breath. Saavik stalked over to Hannah and Tania. Hannah, totally exhausted from fucking Tania with her strap-on for what must have been hours, was hardly wriggling her hips any longer. Saavik wrapped his hands around her throat and yanked her backwards, separating the two girls. The big, black dildo slipped out of Tania's pussy and the overfucked slave sighed in relief.

"Is this task too dull for you, slave? Perhaps you need some rest?" Saavik growled.

"No! No!" Hannah cried. "Please, Uncle Saavik, I can do better! Don't put me in there!" She tried to step back towards Tania, but Saavik but was not to be persuaded. He dragged her over to a small black packing case.

"Strip!" he ordered. "Leave the rubber suit on."

He moved to the case and snapped the latches open, then lifted the lid. Hannah began to strip off her schoolgirl uniform while offering herself up for more and more degrading punishments if only to be spared a stay in the box just a little bit longer. Her begging got more and more desperate as she lost more and more clothes.

"Judge Kellerman, could I get your assistance, please?" Saavik asked, ignoring Hannah's pleas.

Judge Kellerman tore himself away from the spectacle of Mistress XS, Dr. Zorhof, and his wife removing a nearly catatonic Beth from the chair and tossing her to the floor. The tortured slave curled into the fetal position with her hands clutched between her legs and quietly called out for her mommy. Meanwhile, Emily was stood up inside the stinking pit and ordered to strip off all her clothes. Several buckets of cold water were thrown over her head to try and rinse some of the filth off of her body before she was dragged out. She had not seen what poor Beth had been subjected to, but she had certainly heard it. Thus, she did not go willingly to sit in the tubular steel apparatus. At the first sign of resistance the three women pounced on her like jackals, grabbing her limbs and binding her in place as cruelly as possible in payment for her intransigence.

With the help of Judge Kellerman, Dr. Saavik lifted Hannah up and set her on her back inside the sturdy case. Hannah's pleas turned to screams of terror as the two men secured her to the bottom with tight straps. The inside of the case was filled with a dense foam, form fitted to Hannah's body so that she couldn't move a millimeter once she was settled into position. Her hands were forced into stiff leather gauntlets that prevented her from so much as wiggling a finger. 

Now the two men folded her legs up inside so that her knees were pressed against her shoulders. The lid of the box was divided into two segments matching a barrier within the case. One segment went from Hannah's neck downward, the other held her head from the neck up. The barrier itself stretched from the tops of her shoulders to just under her chin so that when the lid was closed her neck would be held in an immovable grasp. The clever design allowed the top of the case to open, providing ready access to Hannah's head, without the need to free the rest of her body from its crushing confinement.

As the last straps were tightened down Saavik leaned over the frantic girl and flashed her his signature smile. "I hope you're comfortable," he gloated. "This case was made custom just for you! Yes, you'll be spending a lot of time in it, I think. That is, when you're not busy being punished in other ways, of course!"

He reached down and fitted a blindfold over Hannah's wild, darting eyes. Then he covered her ears with headphones playing white noise. He cranked up the volume as high as it would go, so loud that she couldn't even hear her terrified pulse pounding in her ears. Finally, he closed the lid, using a good amount of force to press it closed the last inch, testing Hannah's flexibility as her knees were crushed into her shoulders. The latched lid attenuated Hannah's desperate, claustrophobic screams, but they could still be heard reverberating from within the box. Saavik peered over the lid and adjusted the air valve over Hannah's mouth, allowing her the absolute minimum airflow necessary to keep from suffocating. Sure enough, within another minute Hannah's screams turned to desperate gasps as she fought for breath.

Georgina watched Hannah's packaging in utter horror, suddenly fearful for the treatment of her own young daughters, whom she hadn't seen since arriving at Group XS. Currently with nothing to do, Georgina crawled over near the women putting the finishing touches on Emily and assumed a submissive position. She had done as Mistress XS ordered and licked and sucked each of her captors. She hoped Mistress XS would keep her promise and relieve her of the agonizing crotch strap that hurt her more and more by the second.

She wasn't stupid enough to try and interrupt Mistress XS while she was busy, especially not to ask her for something, so she waited patiently. Indeed, after a moment she did catch the eye of Mistress XS. "What? Are you on a fucking break?" she hissed. "I told you to service everyone in the room, didn't I? There's five thirsty whores here who haven't felt the kiss of your tongue yet."

Georgina was broken with the realization that she was actually only halfway done with her task.

"Why don't you start with Emily? She could use some tender affection while Dr. Zorhof explains how this next mode of our new device functions."

Mistress XS kicked the pedal that sent Emily's chair tipping backwards. Like Beth before her, Emily called out in surprise as she was flipped back with her pussy and ass on full display to the gathered crowd, though her cry was stifled by the choke gag that had been forced into her mouth as payback for her unwillingness to cooperate when she was strapped into the chair. As her teeth closed around the rubber mass in her mouth, it swelled back into her throat triggering a fit of coughs and chokes. So tightly was Emily bound to the tubular steel chair that she hardly moved at all as her abs clenched amidst her violent reaction.

Georgina reluctantly crawled up to the helpless woman's prominently displayed pussy and let her tongue delve into its depths. She cringed as she tasted the filth that failed to be washed away from the woman when she was dowsed with cold water earlier, but she did her best to hide her disgust and continue with her task. Unlike the sadists she'd serviced earlier, Emily was not at all aroused - her pussy was drier than a desert sunset. Georgina did her very best, genuinely wanting to bring some modicum of pleasure to a woman destined for incredible pain.

Georgina sensed Dr. Zorhof sitting down on the stool behind her. The cruel woman picked up the stylus wired to the evil machine on the cart nearby. She leaned over Emily to show her the tool.

"It's really quite simple, as you'll soon see," she said in her thick accent. "At the tip of the wand are two very thin needles. I merely push them below the skin and then-" Dr. Zorhof pressed the button on the side of the wand. There was soft crackling sound and tiny blue sparks jumped between the tips of the needles. "You get a nice little shock. Without the skin to act as an insulator, the voltage can be applied directly to the nerves in its entirety!"

Georgina could feel every muscle in Emily's body tense as Dr. Zorhof taunted her with the sparking wand. "Nnnngh! Nnngh!" she begged and pleaded in wide-eyed terror. Dr. Zorhof turned back to her colleagues to further discuss the device and its superiority to a cattle prod or a stun gun. Georgina continued to labor away. Perhaps it was her imagination, or perhaps it was the fear and the adrenaline, but she thought that Emily's pussy was starting to respond to her gentle licks and caresses. She didn't get a chance to confirm her suspicion, however, because Mistress XS grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head away from Emily's cunt.

"Enough foreplay," she declared. "Georgina, since you're already right there, why don't you put the clamps on Emily's labia so that we have ready access to all her most sensitive bits."

Georgina grabbed the clamps that were thrust into her hands. Up close, she was appalled by the sharp, serrated edges of the clamps and the force required just to squeeze them open. With shaking hands she grabbed Emily's outer labia and stretched it away from her body. Then, showing her total lack of experience with bondage gear in general and these cruel clamps in particular, she foolishly snapped the clamp on as little flesh as possible, hoping to spare Emily the pain across a wide area. Of course, this only served to focus the intense crushing pressure entirely on one spot rather than distributing the pinch along the entire clamp. Emily's entire body stiffened. Her agonized scream was cut off by her choke gag slamming into her throat as she reflexively bit down on the rubber mass.

Georgina hurriedly raised her hand to the clamp to correct her mistake but was tugged away by Mistress XS. "Tut tut," she admonished. "I think Emily likes it just the way it is. Right, Emily?"

"Ungh! Ungh!" the poor girl sobbed, bound and gagged so tightly that she couldn't even shake her head.

Georgina was handed another clamp. "And now the next one," Mistress XS said.

With shaking hands Georgina applied the next clamp, making sure to fit it more properly. Though the creaking leather restraints and Emily's inhuman growl implied that the bite was nearly as devastating as the first.

"That'll do," Mistress XS said, dismissing her. "Why don't you go attend to Tania? We don't want her getting lonely now, do we?"

Georgina crawled over to the trembling woman draped over the table on the side of the room while Mistress XS attached weights and chains to Emily's clamps and tossed them over her thighs, splaying her pussy wide and rending more tortured chokes and gags from the girl.

From the looks of it Tania had been having an especially rough go of it lately - the parts of her body not covered by her tight corset, bra, and panties were covered in welts and bruises. Georgina didn't dare imagine what the woman looked like beneath her tight leather lingerie. She settled in between Tania's legs and guided her tongue through the slit in her panties. She didn't get far though before recoiling in pain as she discovered the sharp spikes lining the interior of the panties! Georgina withdrew her tongue back into her mouth with a coppery taste of blood on her lips. She was appalled by this terrible new twist. There seemed to be no end to the sickness and depravity that these people were capable of.

Georgina reached up to part Tania's pussy. She could feel the woman shuddered as the spikes embedded within her flesh shifted with the movement. Georgina's tongue delved into the depths of the slave's well-fucked cunt, stretched and battered by Hannah's overworked strap-on.

She wasn't at her task very long though before a shrill scream from Emily tore through the room. A chorus of laughter echoed from the gathered sadists around her. "Silly girl," Dr. Zorhof chuckled. "I was only testing out the needles. We haven't even turned on the electricity!"

---

"Unngh! Mmm! Mmmph!" Raisa's head slumped to her chest as her body shuddered in orgasm. Her relief was palpable as Mistress Lisa switched off the vibrator and stowed it away. She'd spent nearly an hour alternating back and forth between pleasuring Raisa's pussy and viciously lashing her back with her flogger, spending no more than a minute doing either before switching things up again.

Raisa had found it impossible to focus on the sensations against her pussy. With each passing second she knew she was that much closer to another thrashing from the stranded whip, not to mention the constant throbbing pain in her hands and feet from the brutal caning they'd recently endured.

Now she sobbed in exhaustion and relief, her aching cunt throbbing, her back streaked with welts and weals that would soon darken to a dense mat of bruises.

"There we go," Lisa chirped proudly. "I knew I could get you to cum with the proper motivation. Just think how much easier this whole day would have gone if you'd just cooperated with me from the start."

Raisa looked up at the cruel domme. Her head lolled unsteadily back and forth. She was drunk with pain and high on endorphins. There was a chirp from her phone, resting on a table nearby. Lisa went over to it and looked at it.

"Oh, we have an email from Catherine!" she exclaimed. Then held up the phone to read the contents. "Dear Raisa, I'm so sorry to see you go, but I completely understand. Family comes first. I'm sad that I don't get to see you off in person. Please be in touch once you get all your affairs in order. Sincerely, Catherine Grace."

"Wow, what a great boss," Lisa remarked. Raisa cried anew at the realization that her last thread to the outside world had been severed. She was now completely alone with no hope of rescue. Mistress Lisa sat down on the stool next to Raisa again. She retied Raisa's bruised hand so that it was once more pinned palm out to the stocks, then she went over the bindings on her other hand and her feet, ensuring that they were as snug as could be.

"Now," she said, getting up again. "You've gotten your reward for trusting me with your passcode. So that brings us to your punishment for wasting my time with your intransigence!"

Lisa drew the wooden cane from the bucket of brine with a flourish. Raisa stared up at her in wide-eyed horror. "Nnngh! Nnngh!" she desperately begged, futilely trying to free herself from the stocks that restrained her. She winced as Lisa took a test swing through the air, spritzing Raisa in the face with the salty water that flung free. Lisa admired the flexibility of the supple wood.

"I bet this will sting nicely," she remarked to herself.

Raisa was screaming as Lisa lined up the cane on the bottoms of her feet. She was still screaming as Lisa drew the cane back high behind her head. She would continue screaming as Lisa brought the cane down again and again and again until her feet were beaten bloody. Then she would move onto her hands.

---

"That's enough, cunt!" Mistress XS kicked Georgina aside just as Tania was nearing orgasm. "This slut doesn't deserve to cum, especially if she's not screaming in pain at the same time!"

Mistress XS had torn herself away from the spectacle of watching Dr. Zorhof torture Emily with the electric needles to come watch the private lovefest between Georgina's tongue and Tania's pussy. Emily's suffering provided the background music, though she did more choking than screaming as the sharp electric jolts caused her jaws to clamp shut on her choke gag.

"Go see to Beth while I put Tania away for the night," she instructed Georgina. Georgina swiftly obeyed, crawling over to the trembling girl, still laying curled up on the floor where she'd been discarded earlier. Beth recoiled from her touch in fear. Georgina, desperate to obey her masters, softly pleaded with the girl to cooperate, promising to make her feel better. Finally, Beth agreed. After the horrible treatment with the laser Georgina had expected the girl's pussy to be scarred and burned, but on the contrary, it looked perfectly normal, if not maybe a little pinker than usual. The only signs of abuse were the marks left behind by the cruel clamps that had been used to part her labia. Georgina knelt down between the girl's legs and got to work with her tired tongue.

Meanwhile, Mistress XS had freed Tania from the restraints that held her bent over the table. She'd taken the woman's arms and savagely twisted them up behind her back, linking her wrist cuffs to the back of her collar. A short chain connected Tania's ankles, then Mistress XS yanked the woman up by the ring on the top of her leather discipline helmet. Tania's tired eyes scanned the room as she was frog-marched away from the table, her ring gagged mouth held in a wide O-shape giving her an expression of shocked horror perfectly fitting to the miserable scene surrounding her.

Mistress XS brought her slave over to the now vacant pit that Emily had occupied earlier. She lifted the grate and shoved Tania into the hole with a kick to her backside. The tortured woman landed on her knees with a splash in the filthy water below. Mistress XS dropped the grate back over the pit, then peered down at the wretched woman beneath.

"Get up, cunt!" She ordered. "Come on. Press your face up against the bars."

Tania groaned as she pulled herself back to her feet and squated with her head tipped back. She was tired and afraid, but still she knew that noncompliance would only make her suffering worse.

"That's it," Mistress XS said, glaring down at her like a worm. "Now I want you to stick your tongue out as far as you can."

Growing more nervous now, Tania tentatively thrust her dry, pale tongue out through her ring gag. It didn't help that all the while poor Emily's pitiful screams filled the dungeon with a horrifying background ambiance. Mistress XS went to a nearby cabinet and rifled through the drawers for a few things before returning back to Tania. She knelt down next to the pit and reached through the bars with a pair of forceps. She latched them onto Tania's quivering tongue and drew the organ farther out of the woman's mouth.

"You haven't been fitted with a proper tongue ring just yet, so this will have to do for now," Mistress XS explained. Tania suddenly grew more animated as Mistress XS held up a thick, barbed, steel fishhook. She tried to pull away and retreat down into the pit, but Mistress XS kept a firm grip on the forceps and held her in place. Tania whimpered and begged while Mistress XS positioned the point of the hook just underneath the forceps. Then she added her own screams to the cacophony of pain in the room as Mistress XS jabbed the point through her muscular tongue in one swift jab. Blood spurted from Tania's mouth and still Mistress XS held the forceps. With her free hand she took a short cable and clipped it on the end loop of the fishhook. Then she passed the cable up over one of the bars of the grate before clipping the other end onto the hook as well. Only then did she release the forceps.

Tania sagged down into the pit, but came to an abrupt halt as the cable ran out of slack, keeping her face tipped up near the bottom of the grate. She scrambled to adjust her footing as she struggled to swallow the blood pooling in her mouth. Like Emily before her, the pit was too deep for her to kneel in, but too shallow for her to stand up. Instead Tania was forced into an awkward squat with her hands pinned high up behind her neck, her head tipped severely back, and her shackled legs struggling to support her weight and keep her from pulling on the hook buried in her tongue.

---

Thunk! The thick rubber hose slammed into Raisa's soles. The poor girl lurched in pain, but she was all screamed out. A continuous pitiful moan droned out of her throat now while she absorbed blow after blow from Mistress Lisa.

Lisa had held nothing back when she broke her brined cane over Raisa's palms. She broke the cane after that over her feet. And the one after that too.

Raisa's desperate cries were a sweet symphony to Lisa while she fingered herself to orgasm gazing at her victim's grotesque swollen appendages, but now she put down the hose. It was growing late and Raisa was fading fast. She took her knife and slashed the leather bindings that held the girl's hands and feet immobile. Then she flipped open the latches on the stocks that were closed around Raisa's wrists. The miserable woman withdrew her hands to her breast, cradling them there like a child with a broken toy.

Lisa flipped open the latches on the lower stocks surrounding her slave's ankles. She shunted the girl's legs off of the ledge, letting Raisa's feet drop to the floor. Now Raisa found her screams. The contact of the hard floor against her battered feet was total agony. Still perched on the narrow post, Raisa tried to raise her legs back to the stocks but was rebuffed by Lisa. Unable to maintain her balance, Raisa tumbled off the post and fell to her side on the floor.

"Come now," Lisa admonished. "No time for lazing around, we're already very late to the party."

Lisa got up and opened the door to the dungeon then stalked over to Raisa, reached down and grabbed a chunk of her blond hair and dragged the girl through the door, but try as she might, there was simply no getting the slave up to her feet. Never once wondering if, perhaps, she'd gone too far, Lisa returned to the dungeon to find a new way to motivate her slave.

She returned carrying a vicious set of nipple clamps. She prodded Raisa over onto her back and swiftly snapped the clamps onto the girl's breasts. Raisa squealed like a stuck pig as the cruel clamps sank into her tender tits. Lisa watched with amusement while the suffering slave tried and failed to pry open the strong jaws with her bruised and swollen hands.

Now Mistress Lisa went several paces down the hallway and pulled a remote control off of the wall. She held down a button on the remote. At first nothing seemed to happen, but after a moment there was a soft whirring noise and an automated block mounted to a track that ran along the ceiling in the middle of the hallway appeared around the corner. Lisa steered the block until it was just above Raisa. With the press of a different button two thin chains extended down from the block until they nearly touched the floor. Lisa set down the remote and hooked a chain to each nipple clamp.

"Come now, stand up," she instructed Raisa. When the girl didn't move Lisa hit a button on the remote and the chains began to retract into the block. Raisa screamed as she was pulled into a sitting position by her tits. Lisa released the button. "Am I going to drag you by your nipples, or are you going to cooperate?"

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Raisa pleaded. She tried to grab the chains to pull herself up, but couldn't get her mangled hands to close around the links. She tentatively placed one foot flat on the floor, wincing from even the slight pressure. As soon as she had both feet in place Lisa "helpfully" assisted Raisa upright by retracting the chains until Raisa had no choice but to stand or else support her entire weight on her nipples. Raisa shrieked madly as she struggled to find the equilibrium between pain in her nipples and pain in her feet. The chains remained taut as they carried some of her weight and Raisa swayed unsteadily from foot to foot, trying to stand on the sides of her swollen, battered feet.

"Let's go," Lisa ordered. She hit a button on the remote and the block surged forward. Raisa quickly hobbled after it, following her tits as they stretched out toward the ceiling, leaving a trail of bloody footprints in her wake. Just as Raisa caught up enough to attain some slack in the chains Lisa set the block to a faster speed, chuckling to herself as Raisa tried desperately to keep up.

"It's too bad we have somewhere to be," Lisa declared, "Otherwise I'd set you up to circle the halls for hours. There's nothing like a nice five mile walk after a good, thorough bastinado!"

---

It wasn't too long after Mistress XS had put Tania away before the assembled sadists had lost interest in the cruel electrical torture of Emily. The poor girl had suffered beyond the point of exhaustion and though her muscles still twitched under the sharp bite off the high voltage, her reactions were growing weaker and weaker.

Georgina, to her credit, had succeeded in bringing Beth to orgasm just a few minutes before. She had now been given her next assignment by a smiling Dr. Saavik who had slid open a panel on the side of Hannah's box, exposing her immobilized pussy and ass. He undid the zipper running along her crotch, exposing her pale pink pussy and her puckered brown asshole beneath her rubber suit. "Dig in," he insisted, instructing Georgina to pay equal attention to both Hannah's pussy and asshole. "She'll never admit it, but I suspect that she loves having her salad tossed," he added.

Georgina was repulsed at the thought of licking Hannah's asshole. The girl understandably hadn't been able to clean herself very well since her abduction, as Georgina soon discovered. Saavik waited and watched, making sure Georgina was doing a proper job, encouraging her to shove her tongue past Hannah's clenched ring. The unwelcome attention reinvigorated Hannah's claustrophobia, her vulnerability served to emphasize her helplessness, and her terrified screams returned to the intensity they'd had when she was first enclosed in the tight case.

Meanwhile, the rest of the gathered torturers had released Emily from the tight embrace of the chair and cast her to the floor next to Beth. The two victims huddled together, seeking comfort in each other's arms.

"So, now we've had a chance to try each mode out," Mistress XS said to the duo. "I believe the plan was for you two to compare notes and decide which one had it worse. So let's hear it, who got off easier? We'll make sure that girl gets a taste of the other punishment so that everyone is nice and even. We don't want to be unfair, do we?"

Beth gazed up at the cruel woman in speechless terror. Hannah pleaded her case from behind her stifling gag.

"Can't decide?" Mistress XS wondered. "Well then we'll just have to let each of you experience the alternate punishment so you can decide for yourselves!"

This got the reaction Mistress XS was looking for. The girls were beside themselves with fear. Emily tried to crawl away but was quickly scooped up by Judge Kellerman and shoved into a small cage. He turned it so that Emily would have a good view of Beth, who was being cornered by Dr. Zorhof and Mrs. Kellerman - this second time around Beth was not nearly so willing to get into the chair. The two women dragged her towards the tubular steel, but then Mrs. Kellerman paused.

"Actually, do you mind if we drain her enema? I'd like to try out our new toy on her asshole," she said.

"An excellent idea!" Dr. Zorhof agreed. "I'll find a speculum too. We'll spread her pussy open and play in there as well!"

It took the combined efforts of three people to drag Beth over to the pit. Mistress XS took extra care to angle Beth just right before deflating the wide plug and yanking it out of her ass. Shitty, brown water erupted out of her butthole, raining down on Tania's upturned face and open mouth. The resident of the pit tried to turn away but only managed to twist and pull on her hooked tongue. Beth, rather than feeling relieved at expelling the tortuous enema was using the last of her strength to resist the hold of her captors, deeply fearful of another stint in the torture seat.

After the last few spurts of filthy water drained from her gaping asshole Beth was dragged kicking and screaming back to the chair. As punishment for her uncooperativeness the leather straps weren't used. Instead Beth was bound to the chair by thin wire wrapped around her limbs, her neck, her torso. They even took some spare wire and used it to wrap tightly around the base of each breast until they morphed into a pair of bulging purple orbs that hung from her chest. When they were finished the chair was once more tipped back.

"Hmm, she's a bit messy," Dr. Zorhof observed, noting the little brown rivulets that streaked her legs. "Georgina? Would you mind cleaning Beth up a little?"

"Yes, mistress," Georgina replied, prying her tongue from Hannah's asshole. Georgina crawled over to the chair once more. Dr. Saavik decided to replace Georgina's tongue in Hannah's butthole with his stiff cock. He positioned himself behind the small box and plunged his hard dick into her moistened hole. Hannah's screams became more frenzied as she was viciously raped while still confined in her cramped case.

Georgina arrived in front of Beth just as Dr. Zorhof was inserting the speculum into the trapped slave's pussy. The doctor made room for Georgina so that she could get to work on the brown drops along her legs and butt. It amused her overseers to no end to see Georgina dry heave several times during her unsavory task.

Beth became more animated as Dr. Zorhof expanded the speculum. The girl's screams of fear morphed to screams of pain as the implement stretched the walls of her vagina wider and wider and wider. Georgina could feel Beth's flesh bulge as her tongue passed over the wire that bound her to the chair. It was so thin and so tight that Beth's struggles caused the wire to cut into her skin in several places.

With the speculum opened to the max and Beth ready once more for another round of torture, Georgina was ordered to get out of the way. She turned away from the doomed girl and found herself face to face with Dr. Saavik's shit streaked cock.

"You'd like to help clean this up, wouldn't you?" Saavik asked. Georgina paled. "Once you've cleaned me up I'll remove that nasty crotch strap. How does that sound?"

"You promise?" Georgina asked.

"Why would I lie?"

Georgina could think of a hundred reasons why a monster like him would lie but, really, she had no choice. She took his dick into her mouth and nearly threw up as she licked up the first flecks of fecal matter. Saavik tenderly caressed her blond tresses while she licked all up and down his disgusting dick, pausing every few slurps to gag and heave.

Finally, once she had sucked Saavik to his satisfaction, he guided her to kneel on top of the grate, perched above Tania's gaping mouth underneath. He found the tool he needed to release Georgina's crotch strap. Georgina moaned in relief as the pressure splitting her cunt eased.

"Oh, thank you, sir!" she gasped.

"You're welcome," Saavik smiled. "I bet your bladder is pretty full. Were you able to relieve yourself while wearing that tight strap?"

"No, sir."

"Why don't you go now? You never know when you might get another chance."

Georgina glanced uncertainly at Tania's face staring up at her from between her legs. "Unngh," Tania moaned from below.

"Don't mind, Tania," Saavik advised. "She doesn't get much in the way of food or drink these days. I bet she'd appreciate the refreshment."

Georgina shifted uncomfortably. She really did have to pee very badly. She shut her eyes tight and let loose. Tania gurgled and coughed as Georgina's hot piss splashed down on her face and filled her mouth. Georgina blushed bright red in shame, not just from peeing in front of an audience but also from Tania's distressed sounds coming from beneath her.

"Much better. You see? If you make yourself useful then you are rewarded, if not then..." Saavik glanced over at poor Beth, who was now screaming herself hoarse while Mrs. Kellerman prodded her asshole with the electric needles.

"You know," he added. "I could use a little relief myself."

Georgina got a sinking feeling in her stomach as Saavik glared expectantly at her and she realized what he was suggesting. "Please, sir. Use me as your toilet," she begrudgingly pleaded. Saavik didn't seem convinced. Beth's desperate shrieks egged her on. "Please, please, sir. Piss on my face. Go in my mouth. I want to bathe in your pee. Please," she begged more earnestly.

"You'll drink it all down?"

"Yes, sir! Every last drop!" She licked her lips, though her stomach turned.

"And you'll thank me when I'm done?"

"Oh, yes! Of course, sir!"

"And you'll provide toilet services for all my friends as well?"

Georgina's smile wavered as she glanced over at the crowd assembled around Beth, who was now being gagged with the filthy stockings Emily had arrived in to help mute her desperate screams.

"Yes, sir. I'd be happy to!"

"Very well. Put your hands behind your head and open wide," he said, stepping up to her with dick in hand. "Tip your head back. Don't swallow until I tell you to."

Georgina did as she was told, flinching as his dark acrid piss hit the back of her mouth. Saavik exercised great control, filling her mouth before halting his stream and ordering her to swallow so that not a single drop was wasted. He let his final burst overtop her lips, spilling down her face and onto her tits, soaking her dress. He steered the stream to her hair, plastering it against her body. Tania protested from below as the surplus rained down on her. Finally the stream stopped.

"Thank you, sir" Georgina sobbed, her stomach rumbling.

Saavik smiled and announced to the room that Georgina would be providing the toilet services for the rest of the evening to the cheers of the assembled sadists. Then he leaned in close to Georgina. "You'd best keep everything down while you are in use," he instructed, "but if you must vomit between guests you may do so into the pit, provided you aim for dear Tania, of course." He winked at his Russian compatriot then rejoined his friends.

There was a thump then as the doors to the room swung open and in walked Mistress Lisa. She swiftly approached her colleagues tugging a pair of thin chains behind her as she went. Raisa, still wearing the other end of those chains clamped to her nipples hurried after her mistress, crawling on knees and elbows. After being released from the block in the hall she had collapsed to the floor, and no amount of goading by Lisa could get her back to her feet again. Neither was Lisa strong enough to hold the girl upright by the chains as the block had done. So as a compromise she had decided to lead the girl the last bit of the way like this.

"Sorry I'm late," she explained to her colleagues. "Raisa was being rather stubborn this evening, so she needed some extra special attention. But we're here now. I hope we haven't missed too much of the fun?"

"Not at all," Mistress XS said warmly as she appraised her newest slave. "Gentlemen, would you help Raisa up so that I can have a good look at her?"

Dr. Saavik and Judge Kellerman approached Raisa. Each man grabbed an arm and lifted her upright. Raisa wailed in pain when they tried to set her up on her feet, collapsing back into their arms.

Mistress XS walked up in front of her. "Too lazy to stand on your own?" she crowed. "You'll find no tolerance for idleness while you're here!"

She reached up and snapped the cruel clamps off of Raisa's nipples. "Nnnngh!" Raisa squealed into her panty gag as the blood rushed back into her tits, aided by Mistress XS who rolled her mangled nipples between her fingers, pinching the hypersensitive flesh with unrepentant glee.

"Let's put Raisa in this cage over here so that she can watch while we finish playing with Beth and Emily."

Raisa was dragged to a tall thin cylindrical cage nearby. It was about two feet across and six feet high, comprised of a dozen evenly spaced thick steel bars that ran vertically from top to bottom, bending inwards to form the roof and floor of the cage, respectively. The door swung open and Raisa was shoved in then it was slammed shut behind her.

Her distress was apparent before the lock was even snapped closed. The narrow cage kept her standing up on her ruined feet. Not only that, but the bars forming the floor of the cage meant that she couldn't even stand flatfooted - the round steel pressed up into her swollen arches in a way that ensured her continued standing would be absolute agony.

At the same time, though, Raisa could find no relief by leaning against the bars of the cage, as the interior surface of every bar was peppered with short, sharp spikes from top to bottom! The initial shove sent her careening into the spikes at the back of the cage, drawing blood from her flogged backside. The lack of horizontal bars meant there was nowhere to press down on with her arms to relieve her injured feet. At best she could grasp the vertical bars with her bruised hands, careful not to grip the spikes.

Raisa sprang away from the spiked sides of the cage, rubbing her bleeding buttocks and screaming in pain. Mistress XS prowled up to her caged pet and spit into her face. "Shut up, or I'll give you something to scream about," she snarled, then turned to address the room.

"Friends, guests, today we are one step closer to completing our revenge on the petulant Catherine Grace. This goal has united our chapter like never before - it has made us bigger, stronger, bolder, and more ruthless. There are just a few more pieces to put in place before we begin our little game and bring Catherine here where she belongs.

To my associates, the time has come to gain recompense for those who have wronged you. To our new guests, both fresh faces and returning visitors, I'm afraid you will have a very difficult few weeks and months ahead of you. Tomorrow we begin the next phase of our plan, but tonight let us dine on the fruits of our labors!"

There was a chorus of cheers from the assembled sadists as they spread across the room. Dr. Zorhof took over the electric probe from Mrs. Kellerman so that she could explore her new maid's pried open pussy. "Uncle" Saavik paid another visit to his "niece", sliding open the panel so that he could fuck Hannah again without needing to unpack her. Mistress Lisa released Emily from her small cage and swapped out her choke gag for a double ended dildo gag, then set about enthusiastically fucking the girl's face. The Kellermans, meanwhile, had decided to retire back to the Nazi dungeon, disappointed that in this entire time Katie had failed to work her enormous dildo into her cunt. They were determined to see her properly punished for her failure. In fact, Mrs. Kellerman decided to bring the huge dildo along, certain that she could succeed where Katie had not.

Mistress XS approached a cold and shivering Georgina, still soaked with piss, surrounded by scenes of pain and misery. She undid the zipper of the catsuit running between her legs and smiled down at her frightened new plaything.

"Open wide, Miss Grace," she smiled. "I need to take a shit."