The Gathering Storm - A Group XS Story

Beth Saunders had never had an easy life. Homeless as a teenager, the beautiful young Beth found herself snatched off the streets by Group XS and taken to their dungeons at the Farm. There she was subjected to all manner of humiliations, degradations, and punishments. The worst by far had been when she was propped up on the horrible wooden pony by Mistress XS for over 48 hours, her tender pussy crushed against the narrow ridge by the weight of her body while she was subjected to punishment after punishment. She couldn't sit properly for months afterwards. The happiest day in her miserable life was when a police officer burst into the room where she was being held in a tiny metal cage awaiting some horrible gynecological punishment at the hands of Dr. Zorhof.

Somehow Beth had managed to put her life back together. Everything in the world seemed better after experiencing the horrors of Group XS - the air smelled cleaner, food tasted better, colors looked brighter. Things were looking up. In exchange for her testimony during the trials of Saavik and Zorhof, the witness protection program had provided her with a modest apartment. She had found herself a job working the closing shift at a small day spa nearby. And, after finally working up the courage to trust another person, she had decided to try dating again. Almost immediately she had matched with Vincent, a charming young businessman whom she had texted with nearly every day for the past three weeks. He was so understanding and patient - a gentleman in every sense of the word. She shared things with him that she had never told anyone else before. Tomorrow he would be back from his work trip and they were finally going to meet in person.

Beth had been walking on air all day. She had changed her mind about what to wear a dozen times since she'd woken up. She fussed and fretted about how to do her makeup and how to style her hair. Everything had to be perfect. To that end, she had decided that after the last customer had left the spa for the day she would sit for a session in one of the tanning booths that they kept in the back. She told her coworker to head home, and that she'd lock up when she left.

Normally the spa insisted that customers wear a swimsuit into the tanning booth, but Beth didn't want any unsightly tan-lines to mar her beautiful body. She didn't know whether things with Vincent would lead to sex on the first date, but she wanted to be ready just in case. Besides she was the only one around. She deftly shed her work clothes, folding them neatly atop the nearby bench, and laid down inside the booth. She shut her eyes against the harsh light and let her mind wander away.

After a few minutes the top of the enclosure was suddenly jerked open. A dark figure loomed overhead. Beth, eyes still adjusting to the darkness of the room around her, made to sit up but was forcefully shoved back down. She opened her mouth to scream but instead found her own dirty panties quickly shoved in and her lips fastened shut around them with a wide strip of tape.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that these tanning beds are hazardous to your health?" a voice with the trace of a German accent asked sternly.

No! It couldn't be! She was safe! She was free! Terror swept through Beth's vulnerable young body. She knew this voice. It was one that she hadn't heard in over two years, but it was one of many that she'd never forget. Her fears were confirmed when Mistress Helga leaned over to grab Beth up out of the tanning bed and the bright lights within ominously illuminated her hard features and her short, brown hair.

Beth tried to wriggle free of Helga's tight grasp, but at the first sign of resistance she felt a pair of sharp jabs to her lower back from behind. She turned to see a tiny Asian woman drawing a fist back to deliver another blow. "You hold still, Missy, or Midori hurt you bad!" the little woman squeaked. Beth was trapped! The thick, muscular Mistress Helga alone was more than a match for poor Beth. The addition of Midori only tipped things even further in her captors' favor.

Beth was wrestled to her knees and then dragged over to the bench that ran down the middle of the room. It was a typical locker room style bench - one inch thick pine that was six feet long and about a foot wide, bolted to the floor near each end by a sturdy metal upright. Beth was knelt over it facedown with her body running parallel to its length, her tits mashed into the smooth wood, her round ass thrust out as her knees bounced on the tiled floor below. She grunted as Helga straddled her from above, dropping her full weight onto Beth's back, pinning her in place, and squeezing the breath from her lungs.

Midori, meanwhile, rifled through a duffle bag and produced a set of four leather cuffs. With growing panic, Beth resisted as Midori buckled two of the cuffs tightly around her wrists, earning herself several pinches and scrapes from the long-nailed Asian fury. Her arms were stretched out along the bench and rope ran from one cuff, out around the metal upright supporting the bench on the far side, and back to the other cuff. The rope was adjusted so that there was no slack. Beth's arms were stretched out towards the end of the bench.

Next Midori moved to Beth's knees, binding them together before tying them off at the base of the metal upright supporting the bench just beneath her body. Beth squirmed under Helga's heavy body as Midori buckled the remaining two cuffs around her ankles, then used another rope secured to a heavy cabinet behind her to pull her legs back until the rope around her knees was drawn taut. Only then did Helga lift herself off of Beth's back so that Midori could wrap a broad leather belt around the terrified girl's waist and the bench, pinning her immovable against the hard wood.

Beth was trapped. The end of the bench dug hard into her hips. The belt prevented her from attempting to slide off the side. The ropes attached to her arms kept her upper body stretched along the length of the bench. And the ropes on her knees and ankles held her lower body fastened in place. Her frantic pleas for help were muffled by the panties packed into her mouth. She looked up to see Helga's evil brown eyes twinkling.

"If you want a tan," Helga said coyly, "then we are happy to help you out." She reached into the duffle bag and withdrew a three foot long, thick leather strap. She wrapped one end around her meaty hand while Midori found a matching strap in the bag and did the same. "Midori," she said to her partner. "Why don't we start with tanning her backside?"

Beth desperately struggled to free herself from her bondage while Helga and Midori took up positions on either side of her outthrust butt. Snap! A thousand painful, buried memories came flooding back to Beth as the belt thundered across her ass. She squealed in pain. Snap! Midori followed Helga's hard swing with one of her own from the other side.

Snap! Helga didn't wait for Beth to appreciate Midori's new addition to her stinging read end before delivering another hard strike. Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Now the tandem worked quickly, trading strikes, one after another after another in rapid succession. Beth screamed and flailed, futilely tugging at her bonds as blow after blow rained down on her quickly reddening ass. The room soon filled with the steady rhythm of leather cracking across flesh, with a persistent background of Beth's frantic screams. The duo swung again and again and again until every part of Beth's round rump was positively glowing bright red.

After a dozen or so minutes and hundreds of blows from the belts, Helga finally paused to admire their work. Beth pressed her face against the hard bench, tears flowing freely down her face, beset by sobs. "How did we do?" Helga asked. "Is this the healthy glow you were looking for?"

Beth jerked her face up from the bench and screamed in agony as Helga bent low and massaged Beth's battered back side. She kneaded the fresh welts and pinched the newly forming bruises, drawing new agony out of Beth's aching body. "Oh," Helga said. "Perhaps we overdid it." She went back to her duffle bag. "Good thing Dr. Zorhof gave us some of her special skin cream!"

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Beth pleaded. She knew from awful experience that anything Dr. Zorhof created could only mean more pain. Her fears were confirmed as she saw Helga don a pair of heavy rubber gloves before unscrewing the top from an unlabeled jar.

"Midori, could you ask Beth to keep it down while I get this ready? I can hardly hear myself think!"

Midori smiled like a cat watching a canary. She sat down straddling Beth's body, like Helga had before, facing towards Beth's head. Unlike Helga, Midori's tiny frame was hardly noticeable as she sank down atop the desperate woman. She bent down and whispered into Beth's ear. "Shush, Missy. You save your screaming for when the acid start to burn."

Beth's eyes grew wide and her pleading took on a new desperation. Midori bent over and clamped her fingers onto the terrified girl's nose, cutting off her supply of air. Helga, thoroughly enjoying this new torment, moved slowly and deliberately, drawing out her preparations while Beth struggled. Beth's face began to turn blue. She twisted her head to and fro, trying, and failing, to wrench herself free from Midori's tight grasp. Her jaw worked up and down, chewing at the panties stuffed into her mouth, valiantly fighting to work the tape over her lips loose. Only after her eyes began to flutter and roll back in her head did Midori finally let go, just seconds before Beth would have passed out.

Midori slapped the gasping slave's cheeks to arouse her back to full consciousness, enjoying the rocking ride she got sitting atop Beth while her lungs pumped in and out. Midori let the girl take a few deep breaths before waiting for an exhale and then clamping her fingers onto her nose once again. This time as Beth danced on the edge of suffocation she lost control of her bladder. A torrent of warm, yellow piss dribbled down her legs, pooling on the tile around her knees.

What snapped her awake after this latest assault wasn't the sting of Midori's hands striking her face, but rather a cool, wet feeling across her hot, battered ass. Helga was applying Zorhof's cream! Beth wasn't certain what to expect - it certainly wasn't the pleasant, cool sensation from the glistening goop that Helga massaged over every square inch of her bruised and beaten globes. The feisty domme was downright motherly as she lovingly and liberally lathered Beth's butt, taking extra care to work the cream into her asscrack and around her anus.

Beth shuddered when Helga, who had finished applying the cream, leaned over and blew gently across her backside. The coolness blossomed across her sore bottom, much to Beth's surprised relief. But her relief didn't last long. After a minute the coolness morphed to warmth, which again wasn't wholly unpleasant. Slowly, slowly the warmth grew more intense, increasing to match the heat from the recent beating, and then increasing far beyond that. Beth refound her voice, shrieking into her gag, waggling her ass in an attempt to extinguish the unseen fire that raged across her skin.

Midori was now given a wild ride, bouncing up and down atop the wildly bucking Beth, who contorted her body every which way to try and escape the invisible blowtorch that scorched her rear end. Ropes creaked and the leather cuffs tore into her wrists and ankles as she tested the strength of her bonds.

Once again Helga leaned over and gently blew across Beth's backside. This time it felt like a bellows had been pumped into a pile of coals burning upon her blistered butt. Every nerve fired at once, all sending the same message to her frantic brain: pain, pain! Beth was beside herself with agony. She banged her head against the bench beneath her over and over, her body demanding that she do something, anything to escape the burning. Midori wrapped her hands within Beth's long hair to hold the slave's head in place and prevent her from battering herself unconscious.

After what felt like hours, but was really only about fifteen minutes, the burning finally peaked and then began to ebb. Midori released her grip on Beth's hair and the tired suffering girl collapsed against the bench, completely exhausted by her struggles and her torture. Her ass continued to burn with a persistent throbbing pain. Helga was content to let her captive rest for a bit - she was going to have a long couple of days ahead of her. Beth closed her eyes and ruefully began to recognize the awful new reality that had returned to her. She thought she had escaped. She thought she was free. But Group XS had found her.

She finally opened her eyes to see a triumphant Helga returning from elsewhere in the spa, gleefully carrying a pair of electric curling irons! Her pleas renewed as she watched Helga plug them in and patiently wait for them to heat up. Beth waited, too, trembling with fear.

Once the curling irons had reached peak temperature, Helga handed one to Midori and took one for herself. Then the two sadists again took up positions on either side of Beth's battered butt. If Beth had thought that her ass couldn't possibly have hurt any more after a vicious whipping and being coated in burning acid, she was soon corrected. Her shrill screams filled the room as the pair worked in tandem, each applying her hot iron to one half of Beth's ass, sliding the hot metal across her damaged skin, tapping the blazing metal at random places, watching as she jumped with each touch. Blisters formed on top of blisters, bruised flesh blossomed back into a fiery red. It was when Midori helpfully spread Beth's ass cheeks with her hands and Helga began to probe the outside of Beth's anus with the hot iron that the tortured girl finally passed out.

Helga stood up and admired her latest creation. Beth's pale skin shined softly under the dim lights, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. The rest of her lovely body was untouched, but her ass flared red all over - no part had been spared. She looked like she had mistakenly sat down on a freshly painted red chair.

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Beth didn't know how long she had been out for - not long enough for the agony in her backside to have subsided by any appreciable amount. She became aware of someone loosening the ropes around her knees. She tentatively shook her ankles and realized that they had been freed already. So had the belt around her waist. As soon as her knees were untied she felt Helga's large hands grab her legs and lift her up. Her still-bound arms over her head twisted as she was flipped over facing upward and then dumped back onto the bench. The shock of her battered ass landing on the hard bench snapped her fully awake. Her freed legs scrambled wildly at the floor, seeking to lift her mauled butt up off of the wood. Her feet slipped in the puddle of piss below her several times before she finally managed to prop herself up on her toes.

Helga leaned over and tore the tape free from Beth's mouth in one swift tug, then yanked Beth's saliva soaked panties free. "What do you think?" she asked as she looked over the frightened girl. "Did we do a good job?"

"No. No. Please let me go!" Beth begged.

Helga scowled. "That's the thank you we get? I thought you'd show a bit more appreciation for all the hard work we put in." Beth lowered her eyes to see that Helga had shed her pants and now wore only her white cotton panties upon her broad hips. There was a distinct damp spot visible at the crotch. "Maybe if we tan your tits you'd be a bit more thankful?"

"No! Please!" Beth pleaded. "Mistress Helga, thank you for tanning my ass! You did such a wonderful job" She paused, knowing from awful experience what she was supposed to say next, but dreading it nonetheless. "Please let me thank you by licking your pussy! Please! I'll do such a good job! I want to make you feel good!"

"Hmm... I don't know," Helga said, though she was already shimmying out of her panties. "What about Midori? She worked hard, too. I know she's been wanting to try out her new strap-on. Would you be willing to help her out with that?"

"Yes! Yes!" Beth blubbered. "Midori please fuck me with your strap-on! My pussy needs a good hard pounding."

"Alright," Helga agreed as she straddled the bench near Beth's head. "But you'd better do a damn good job, or else those tits are gonna end up redder than your ass."

Beth could feel Helga's gaze on her chest as the large woman lowered her glistening snatch to her face. The sight of the woman's hairy, sweaty pussy caused Beth's stomach to turn. She hesitated just a moment as she recalled the hours and hours of forced cunnilingus she'd endured during her captivity. Helga snapped her back to the present with a pair of hard slaps across her tits. Beth's tongue darted up into Helga's cunt, lapping at her juices, parting her labia and nuzzling her mouth into the woman's soft flesh.

Beth starting licking in earnest, remembering hard-taught skills that she had consciously shut away during her stint of freedom. Helga sank lower, resting her broad fleshy butt on Beth's forehead. Beth, unable to see around her mistress's wide hips, didn't notice Midori donning a long, hard strap-on and lubing it up. In fact, in her effort to please Helga she had mostly forgotten about the tiny Asian sidekick - that is until Midori suddenly kicked Beth's legs apart. Beth's battered bottom dropped to the hard bench. She reflexively arched her body back upward, trying to alleviate the blazing pain from putting any pressure on her bruised ass. She scrambled up onto her toes, legs spread wide - looking almost like she was eagerly presenting her pretty little pussy to her waiting rapist.

Midori thrust her hard cock deep into Beth's cunt. The shock of the deep penetration knocked Beth's feet out from under her, causing her ass to slam down onto the bench yet again. Her scream was muffled by Helga's fleshy body - the large woman had seen Midori lining up her thrust and dropped her weight onto Beth's face just as the dildo forced its way into Beth's dry snatch. Helga stayed down, smothering Beth's head with her generous thighs. Beth scrambled to lift her ass up from the bench as Midori withdrew the dildo, then Midori reversed directions, slamming forward again and knocking Beth right back down with another hard thrust. Helga could feel Beth's screams muffled by her own wet pussy, pressed tight against Beth's frantic face. The tortured slave's panic grew as her air supply ran short. She twisted her head to and fro, trying to free her mouth and nose from Helga's tight embrace, unintentionally nuzzling Helga's pussy with her desperate movements.

Helga finally lifted herself up from Beth's face, allowing the suffocated girl a breath of air. Helga inched forward and parted her butt cheeks with her hands. "Lick my ass, slave!" she ordered. "Get that tongue in deep."

Beth unhappily complied, all the while Midori continued their dance, battering her strap-on in and out, in and out. Beth no longer tried to lift her ass free from the bench - her legs were growing tired, and the impact from dropping herself over and over was nearly as bad as just keeping all her weight upon her sore backside.

After a minute or so, Helga had Beth switch back to licking her pussy. Beth could tell that Helga was getting more and more excited, her meanness grew with her passion. She began peppering Beth's tits with hard slaps, urging the poor slave to work harder, faster. Beth's tits flopped left and right from the blows. Finally Helga came. Her guttural moans paired harmoniously with Beth's screams as the vicious domme leaned over, grabbed hard onto her nipples, and twisted as she orgasmed.

Helga slid back and sat down on the bench. She looked down into Beth's red, teary eyes. "You're a little rusty," she remarked. "But that's ok. We'll have plenty of time to get you back in shape once we take you home." Beth furrowed her brows in worry. She knew what 'home' meant. "Midori, how's her pussy?"

"She not tight like fresh meat," the Asian replied in her clipped accent, "but new dildo give her good fuckee fuckee."

"Excellent," Helga remarked. "We'll save her asshole for Vincent. Speaking of which, we ought to get you dressed for your date!"

Beth gasped at the mention of her new boyfriend and the date she had arranged.

"Oh, you think we didn't know about Vincent?" Helga teased. "Well you should know, he's actually a good friend of mine. Though I know him better as Master V!"

The look of shock on Beth's face was priceless. These past few weeks she'd thought she'd been texting back and forth with a kind and gentle suitor, instead she'd been sharing her intimate thoughts and feelings with a vicious sadist!

"He's very excited for your 'date' tomorrow," Helga explained. "I hope you're not nervous. But don't worry, I know just what he likes. Midori and I will get you all dressed up in a way that will drive him wild!"

Helga stood up and put her pants back on, leaving her panties aside for now. "I'm going to get your outfit from the van," she said. "Midori, will you keep Beth occupied for a few minutes?"

Midori stood up and gave Beth a sinister sneer while Helga walked away. "Alright, Missy. I give you fuckee fuckee, now you give me suckee suckee - make new dildo nice and clean." She straddled the bench near Beth's head and waggled her strap-on in front of the slave's face. Beth stuck out her tongue and started licking up and down the length of the dildo, tasting her own pussy on it.

"No, no!" Midori scowled. "You suck it like this is Master V cock!" She pinched Beth's nipples with her long fingernails. Beth opened her mouth to scream and Midori launched the hard shaft in deep. Beth gagged as the strap-on hit the back of her throat. Undeterred, Midori backed out and tried again. Beth flopped around on the bench while Midori battered at her throat. Finally, after several tries she managed to get Beth to swallow the length of the long, hard cock. Beth's gags and retches were peppered with muted screams as Midori's attention shifted from the dildo she had wedged in Beth's throat to her soft tits - which she began to scratch and pinch with her long, sharp nails.

After a good, hard facefucking Midori had replaced Beth's pussy juice on her dildo with a thick layer of slobber. She pulled her dildo out of Beth's throat one last time and went back to the end of the bench where Beth's legs hung off. Beth looked up at Midori in misery, fearing another fucking from the long, hard cock. Midori glared at Beth's legs with her knees pressed together, once again trying to lift her aching ass up from the bench.

"Open legs! Show me pussy or I make you hurt!" Midori ordered.

Beth groaned and spread her legs, once again presenting her cunt to the angry Asian. Midori knelt down at the end of the bench, but instead of guiding her dildo into Beth's pussy she wiped her hand along its length, gathering Beth's slobber on her fingers.

"No! No!" Beth croaked as she felt Midori's fingers enter her pussy. First two, then three, then four, never giving her enough time to get used to the current amount before forcing another in. Soon Midori had worked her whole fist inside Beth's pussy. Beth howled as Midori pumped her arm in and out, driving her fist deeper and deeper until it seemed like she was in up to her elbow. Though Midori's small hand was certainly better than trying to accommodate Helga's meaty paw, Midori had something Helga did not - those long, sharp fingernails! Now that Beth's cunt had stretched to hold her entire fist, Midori began using her vicious talons to scrape and poke at Beth's cunt from the inside.

"No! Stop! Please! Ahhh!" Beth shrieked, feeling like she was being fingered by Edward Scissorhands.

"You too loud, Missy!" Midori admonished. She picked up Helga's discarded panties with her free hand, tossed them into the puddle of piss beneath Beth, and then shoved them into Beth's mouth. Beth retched from the taste of her own piss on her tongue. "You keep those in there, or you regret it!" Midori resumed her brutal fist fuck. "It too bad Master V call dibs on asshole, Midori want to try double fisting. Maybe after he finish with you I get a turn."

Helga eventually returned, carrying an armload of leather and latex, which she dumped on the floor. Midori yanked her hand out of Beth's pussy, removed the piss-soaked panties from Beth's mouth and demanded that she lick her hand clean, taking the opportunity to test Beth's gag reflex some more with her fingers. Helga rearranged Beth's new outfit on an adjacent bench, then freed the slave's arms and ordered her to stand up.

Beth painfully and unsteadily stood herself up. For the first time since she'd been snatched she was unbound. She glanced quickly at the door, wondering if she might be able to make a break for it. Helga followed her glance and scowled. "Don't even think about it," she snapped. "Walk over to the bench and put on the panties I laid out for you."

Beth marched over to the adjacent bench, glad that she hadn't tried to run - her ass was so sore that she could hardly move. She picked up the panties, black latex briefs with a split crotch. On the back, stenciled in white block letters were two words: Butt Slut. "We want Master V, er, Vincent to know that you're his kind of girl," Helga explained with a smile.

Beth stepped into the leg holes, taking note of the short, sharp spikes lining either edge of the split crotch. She thankfully observed that the seat of the panties lacked the same spikes. She pulled the panties up her legs, biting her lip as the spikes brushed against her labia. She had to pause as she pulled the latex up over her bruised ass. The panties were tight and her skin was raw. With a groan she slid them up over her rump, wincing as the spikes nestled into her crotch.

Next up was a pair of black, thigh high latex stockings. Beth could feel the tight latex panties resist her movements as she bent down to pull the stockings up over her legs. She was then handed a black sleeveless latex top to pull over her head. In addition to the holes for her arms, there were two holes in the front which Beth was ordered to pull her tits through. A pair of elbow length black latex gloves added to the growing collection of latex that she wore.

The final latex accessory was a black hood, however, before she was ordered to pull it over her head, Beth was commanded down onto her knees so that she could mop up the remaining piss with her long, brown hair. She cringed as she felt the cool wet hair press against her head underneath the tight latex as the hood squeezed over her head. After the hood was smoothed into place Helga suggested that Beth lick the floor clean while Midori uncapped a can of latex polish and brought the black material to a gleaming shine. The Asian assistant paid special attention to Beth's panties, rubbing the polish all over her tightly packed ass, enjoying Beth's squeals as her bruises were roughly handled.

When Beth rose back to her knees in the submissive 'ready' position that every Group XS slave learned, she caught sight of herself in the mirror at the end of the room. She saw a frightened young latex slave, her doe eyes peering out through the holes in the hood, her tits prominently displayed through her top, her firm legs tightly wrapped in the gleaming black material. Midori helpfully came along with a tube of lipstick, adding pouty red lips to complete the look.

But this wasn't the end of Beth's preparations, it was only the beginning. Master V, she was told, had been spending a lot of time in the Leather Dungeon of late and liked his girlfriends dressed in tight, oppressive leather. So now she began drawing items from the pile of leather clothing that Helga had brought.

First was a pair of black leather chaps. Beth pulled them up over her waist, noting that these, like the panties she wore, provided no protection to her pussy or ass. Running along the outside of each leg were laces. Helga and Midori each took a side and worked to draw the laces as tight as possible.

This was followed by a short pleated leather skirt. When Beth pulled the skirt up over her hips, she noted that the length didn't even reach to her pussy.

Next up was a pair of ballet boots. Beth stared at them apprehensively. "You put them on, or we put them on," Helga declared, implying that they would not be gentle if they had to do it.

Beth, unwilling to sit down to put on the boots, awkwardly slipped her feet inside from a standing position and buckled them on, holding onto the wall to keep her balance. The boots forced her toes to a point and almost immediately caused her feet to ache. Looking down, the floor seemed much farther away while perched up on her toes.

Standing more precariously now, Beth was handed a tall leather collar. She pulled it around her throat, feeling its grasp from the tops of her shoulders to just under her chin, but Helga wasn't satisfied with how tight Beth chose to make it. She insisted that the slave pull the buckles one notch further, and then another. Beth's small, pitiful coughs demonstrated that she could still breathe - just barely. Her face darkened a few shades and her tongue seemed to want to hang out of her mouth.

Next Beth was given a heavy, leather straightjacket. It opened at the back. Beth stuffed her hands into the armholes and shrugged the jacket up over her shoulders. The sleeves of the jacket ended in stiff mittens that forced her hands into fists. The jacket had a pair of holes in the front for her tits. Midori 'helpfully' pinched Beth's nipples and tugged them through, while Helga busied herself tightening down the laces on the back as much as she possibly could. Long, thin laces dangled near the opening for each breast - Beth was well aware of what those were for. Her arms were wrenched around behind her back. The loops at the end of each sleeve were locked onto a ring high up on her collar, forcing her to stoop forward to relieve the strain on her shoulders. A broad leather belt around the waist of the jacket was buckled tight, narrowing her torso like a corset.

Now when Beth looked at the mirror she saw a tightly bound leather slave looking back at her. Her tits still prominently displayed, her long legs appearing even longer from atop the ballet boots. The only thing missing, she thought, was a leather hood.

Not to disappoint, Helga picked up the final item from her pile of bondage gear. But instead of putting it on right there, she looped a finger into a ring at the front of Beth's collar and said, "Come along."

Beth was dragged back to the small dock at the rear of the spa. She saw that a van had been parked against the doors with the back open. She looked around her workplace one last time, knowing that once she got into that van she would never see it again. Thoughts of escape raced through her mind again, but it was far, far too late.

Helga pulled Beth over to the van. Beth peered inside and her heart immediately started to race. She saw several small cages on one side, an insidious bench on the other, and a metal framed chair sitting in the middle. Helga quickly grasped Beth and spun her around, backing her up against the wall with the bench.

The bench was actually several inverted V-shaped ridges set side by side. Helga easily lifted Beth up off the ground and tossed her back so that she was straddling one of the ridges. Beth landed hard on the narrow wood, feeling it drive the wedge up against her unprotected pussy. She immediately had flashbacks of her horrendous torture on the wooden pony at the hands of Mistress XS. She was frantic. She tried to lift herself free, her legs uselessly sliding down the sloped sides of ridge.

"No! No! Please! Not this! Don't leave me like this!" Beth begged.

"You want to sit somewhere else?" Helga asked coyly.

"Yes! Yes! Anywhere else! Please!"

"Very well," Helga replied. "Midori, would you prepare our new road trip chair?"

Midori climbed into the back of the van and slid the metal framed chair forward. It was an odd apparatus. It almost looked like two chairs, one stacked atop another. Midori secured the base to the floor of the van with chains, then produced a pile of leather straps. Beth practically jumped into Midori's arms when the little Asian woman came to get her.

Beth was set down onto the chair. She was surprised when she put her weight down that the upper of the two chairs, upon which she sat, seemed to bounce up and down as if it was supported by springs - which it was. This upper part where Beth sat didn't have a seat, which Beth noted would have been absolutely dreadful for her sore ass. Instead it had a series of welded pipes that ran along her legs and around to the back. Midori got to work securing Beth's legs to the frame with straps around her ankles, thighs, and below her knees. The back of the chair was a single upright bar with a loop on the top. Midori grabbed the ring on the back of Beth's collar, the same one that her sleeves had been attached to, and locked it to the loop which was just high enough to put intense pressure on her neck if she didn't tense her legs to prop herself up.

With Beth now fastened in place, Midori playfully climbed into her lap. Beth sensed the springed suspension compress under the additional weight and the top part of the chair met with the bottom. Beth could feel the metal plate that made up the seat of the bottom chair press against her tight latex panties. She could feel the cold steel kiss the bare flesh of her pussy where it jutted out through the split crotch.

The tiny Asian whispered into Beth's ear while she leaned forward and began tying the thin laces on the front of the straightjacket around the base of each breast. "Midori gonna take you for a long ride. Me think you have good time." She finished tying the first tit, winding the lacing around two or three times before cinching it tight and knotting it in place. Beth looked down and could see her aching breast turning a darker color. As Midori started on the second breast, Beth felt a slot open in the seat beneath her pussy. Helga had climbed underneath holding a long blunt pole.

"Tell me when this is all the way in," she called out from down below. Beth doubled over in pain - or she would have, if she hadn't been so tightly bound - as Helga angled the pole up into her cunt and then quickly shoved it in as far as it would go. Beth could feel the blunt tip press against her cervix, while Midori giggled at her distress.

With both tits now tightly tied, Midori climbed up off of Beth's lap. Beth could feel the upper chair that she was bound to bounce up off of the lower seat as the springs decompressed. The long pole inserted into her cunt slipped out a few inches as she rose.

"Now, would you like the electricity or the spikes?" Helga asked, looking down at the miserable wretch before her.

"No, no," Beth mumbled, retreating into a dark depression from the hopelessness of her situation.

"Well, if you don't have a preference, then we'll do both!" Helga chirped.

Beth perked up. "No! Please. The spikes," she offered, not knowing where they'd go.

"Too late," Helga smirked. She took a set of jumper cables and hooked them to two contacts on the bulkhead of the van, then hooked one onto the frame of the chair and one onto the pussy pole where it hung down beneath the seat. A small pressure switch was placed on the lower chair at a point where a bar from the upper chair would hit when it came down. Then Helga found a broad thin plate bristling with sharp spikes and slid it on top of the seat of the lower chair. She fastened it in place.

Midori leaned over and pressed up and down on Beth's thigh several times, causing the girl to bob up and down. The long pole slid up and down in her pussy with each oscillation. "Midori wonder if Missy cum too much from fuckee fuckee during ride. Maybe we make ride less bouncy?"

She opened her hand and Beth saw two dozen small clamps. She wasn't sure what they were intended for until Midori began snapping them onto random spots around her tightly bound tits. Beth squealed and squirmed as the sharp teeth and strong jaws of the clamps bit into her bulging breast meat. The final two, placed on her nipples were the worst. Beth begged and pleaded for them to be removed, offering to take twice as many more on her tits instead. Midori merely laughed and then began tying thin elastic cords to the end of each clamp. The opposite end of each cord was tied off on a ring in the ceiling. By the end, Beth had a spiderweb of two dozen bands stretching from her tits to the top of the van. Each band had been adjusted so that there was no slack, but also no tension on the line.

"I think we're just about ready to go," Helga declared. "The trip should only take a few hours, but Midori has suggested that we take the back roads so that you can enjoy the ride. They don't patch the potholes as well on them, but I'm sure Midori will be careful to avoid too many bumps. There's just one more thing." She held up the leather hood. Beth immediately recognized it as one of Group XS's punishment hoods, complete with integrated choke gag mounted on the inside.

Helga moved to pull it over Beth's head, then paused. She remembered the panties she'd shed earlier which had been used to help mop up some of Beth's piss. She got them out and pulled them over Beth's latex covered head, making sure the damp crotch was positioned over Beth's nose. Now it was time for the leather punishment hood. Beth was sobbing as the thick leather slid over her face. Her mouth opened wide to accommodate the bulbous rubber choke gag - it was designed in a way that if Beth bit down on the gag, the rubber would expand back into her throat, triggering a fit of gags and coughs. Darkness surrounded Beth. The only openings in the thick hood were two holes beneath her nose. Beth tried to control her breathing. Her inhale sucked air through the piss soaked panties. The wet, acrid smell made her stomach turn. She could feel Helga tightening down the laces and buckles, crushing her head within the leather vice. Her bondage was complete.

Beth was left for several minutes to contemplate the horrible new existence that awaited her. She was certain that once she returned to Group XS they'd pick up right where they left off with her - using, abusing, and degrading her in the worst possible ways. Only now, she'd be arriving as a 'special guest' - one who'd testified against the group in court. She'd named names. She'd pointed fingers. She'd done her very best to try and bring them down. And they would want their revenge.

She didn't notice when the engine of the van started up, but she did feel the surge as the van suddenly accelerated. As she was facing backwards, this translated into additional pressure on her tightly wrapped throat.

Then they hit the speed bump.

Beth felt an almost weightless sensation as the van rocketed up into the air. The springs supporting the upper chair stretched as she was propelled upward. The lines connecting her clamped tits to the ceiling went slack. Then, just as quickly, the springs stretched to their limit and sharply recoiled. Beth was launched downward, rocketing far past her starting point.

Several things happened all at once then. Her bruised and battered ass smashed down onto the spiked plate mounted on the lower seat - her latex panties doing nothing to lessen the impact of the hideous spikes on her damaged butt. Even without the spikes the impact would have been horrendous. With them, it was pure agony.

At the same time, the pole buried into her pussy was driven in hard. It bottomed out at her cervix, stopping with a hard punch to the entrance to her womb. As the pole reached maximum penetration, the pressure sensor on the electrical system was triggered. A sharp jolt of high voltage current blasted out from the tip of the pole. The added voltage was like someone had landed a hard kick onto the protruding end of the pole once it had already been shoved all the way in. Beth felt like she would jump out of her skin!

Meanwhile, the downward movement of Beth's awful apparatus had drawn the elastic bands connecting her tits to the ceiling tight. Contrary to what Midori had implied, this did practically nothing to arrest the suddenness of her drop. Instead it merely yanked and twisted at the two dozen clamps, tearing at her sensitive titflesh. A couple of the less well anchored clamps tore free from her breasts, leaving little rivulets of blood dripping down where they had ripped free from her skin.

Beth was beside herself with pain. She screamed and thrashed, biting down on the choke gag and sending herself into a fit of coughs and retches. Her heart raced and short, rapid breaths puffed quickly in and out from the little airholes below her nose, filling her lungs with wet, piss scented air. The chair continued to oscillate up and down, a little less with each cycle and not hard enough to hit either the spikes or the pressure trigger, but the metal pole pumped up and down, fucking her pussy.

From the front seat Helga and Midori paused and looked at each other. They'd been watching on the little closed circuit monitor mounted on the dash. Midori hit the brakes and came to a stop. She smiled and threw the car into reverse. Then she slammed on the gas, rocketing back towards the speed bump.

For Beth it was going to be a very long ride back to Group XS.