The Gathering Storm - A Group XS Story

Hannah Firman went to sleep every night haunted by nightmares - memories from her time trapped in captivity with Group XS, or even earlier when her abusive uncle had raised her. They'd raped her. They'd beat her. They'd humiliated and degraded her. But worst of all was how they took advantage of her crippling claustrophobia. She'd be locked into tiny, cramped boxes or bound inside tight bondage bags, letting her fear consume her completely. When they finally let her out, they'd make her beg them to rape her, beg them to beat her, beg them to humiliate and degrade her, if only to be spared a few additional moments of confinement in whatever awful enclosure awaited her when they inevitably lost interest.

As a result of the abuse, Hannah's claustrophobia was worse than ever. Now freed from the clutches of Group XS, she was never entirely comfortable in any room smaller than a concert hall. In her apartment she roamed around naked - any shred of clothing simply reminded her of the tight, restrictive bondage gear that she'd been forced to wear. When she had to go out, she wore only loose, flowing skirts - no bra or panties. She was constantly on edge, constantly afraid that something awful was lurking just ahead.

But this morning as she lay in her bed (atop the sheets, of course, since even a blanket triggered her fears of confinement), Hannah was not experiencing a nightmare. On the contrary, she was feeling good. She dreamt that she was laying naked, half in and half out of a large fountain in an empty city square. The warm water splashed up over her legs while she laid back on the cool marble stones - a gentle jet of water arced towards her body, lapping at her bare pussy between her spread legs.

Hannah moaned, feeling the pleasure blossom within her body. She'd never had a pleasant sex dream like this before. She resisted the wakefulness that she could sense coming, eager for just a few more minutes of this bliss. Hannah moaned again. She could feel sleep leaving her, her mind dragging her back to the waking world. The scene of the fountain disappeared, but the warm, wet lapping at her pussy continued.

Hannah's hand reached toward her breast, fondling her soft flesh. She rarely pleasured herself - any sort of self-stimulation had been thoroughly punished by both her real uncle and her adopted "Uncle Saavik", and the cruel lessons still lingered deep in her psyche. She was more fully awake now, but her eyes remained shut. Her hand hesitated as she guided it lower, perhaps recognizing the disconnect that her mind didn't, of the pleasure in her pussy and the end of her dream. Urged on by her heightening arousal, her fingers slipped towards her cunt - and bumped into something smooth and solid positioned between her legs.

Hannah's eyes shot open. She glanced down at her body, naked legs splayed wide atop the queen sized mattress. There, perched at the end of the bed, lay a tightly bound, hogtied slave. The girl was dressed head to toe in skintight black rubber, only her sorrowful blue eyes and soft pink tongue peaked out through the holes in her rubber hood. The slave was utterly focused on expertly attending to Hannah's wet, aroused pussy, even craning her neck to continue licking after Hannah's shock had caused her to inch up higher on the bed.

"Good morning, sunshine!" a voice called from the chair beside Hannah's bed.

Hannah issued a scream loud enough to wake the neighbors, or at least it would have if they all hadn't been hurried out of the building earlier that morning after reports of a gas leak.

"Shall I have Tania continue, or would you like to start your day?"

"No! No!" Hannah shrieked, scrambling to the opposite side of the bed from the woman occupying the chair. She immediately recognized Mistress Olga, the stern accomplice to the evil Dr. Saavik.

Hannah was at a loss for what to do. Olga sat blocking the door. She frantically turned to the windows, throwing up the shades before she remembered the bars she'd had installed over them. Her eyes darted this way and that, scanning the room for something she could use - a weapon, a distraction, anything. But there was nothing. She picked up a pile of dirty laundry and tossed it uselessly towards the door. She knocked the contents of her nightstand to the floor as she desperately looked for her phone, which Olga had already hidden away.

Olga, amused at the antics of the frightened girl, stood up from her chair. She took a step towards Hannah. Hannah decided it was now or never. She summoned her best battle cry and charged the sturdy domme. She balled her fist and delivered a hard, fast jab right into Olga's square jaw. Olga made no effort to block the blow. She scowled as Hannah's small hand made contact, glancing harmlessly off. Olga caught Hannah's wrist mid-swing as she tried again. She took her arm and wrenched it behind her back. Hannah cried out in pain.

"I thought we could be civil about this," Olga growled. "But it seems you're still the same petulant brat that you always were."

She trapped Hannah's neck in the crook of her elbow. Hannah could feel the woman's muscular arm flex against the side of her throat. "Tania was supposed to give you a nice, relaxing start to your day. It seems she has failed at this. I assure you she will be punished for it."

"Mistress, no! I did my best! She wouldn't-," the bound slave on the bed pleaded.

"Silence!" Olga roared with a yell so loud it rattled the walls. "I will attend to you later. Hannah is our special guest right now."

Hannah tried to squirm out of Olga's tight grasp. She futilely beat her fists against Olga's arm. She kicked and flailed. Then she felt the woman's grip around her throat tighten as she flexed her bicep, compressing her neck in a sleeper hold. Hannah felt herself growing woozy as the blood flow to her brain reduced, then she fell limp.

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Hannah awoke some time later, still in her apartment. She was laying facedown on the floor of her living room. While she'd been out, Olga had managed to wrestle her limp body into a tight rubber bodysuit not too dissimilar to the one that Tania wore. She could feel the cool floor pressing against her nipples, exposed via a pair of small holes in the front of the suit. Hannah's eyes fluttered open just as Olga was closing the zipper that ran from the small of her back all the way up to her neck.

She looked to her right and saw Tania lying next to her, still in a strict hogtie, though now her head had been yanked back as far as it could go by a short strap connecting it to her ankles. From the choking noises coming from her throat it seemed that she was struggling with the dildo gag that had been buckled into her mouth. A leather blindfold covered her eyes.

Hannah's instincts immediately kicked in. She wasn't too far from her front door. She swung her elbow back, catching Olga in the nose. Olga, not expecting Hannah to have come to so quickly, was momentarily stunned and toppled backwards. Hannah jumped to her feet and raced to the door. She cursed her paranoid and seemingly misplaced focus on security as she fumbled with one lock after another on the apartment door. Just as she flipped open the final deadbolt she felt Olga grasp her shoulder and spin her around.

"You are really starting to piss me off!" she growled as she balled up her fist and delivered a gut punch to Hannah's stomach. Hannah crumpled to her knees with the wind knocked out of her. Olga grabbed a handful of Hannah's long blond hair and dragged her back to the middle of the room while the girl gasped for breath. "No more playing around," she snapped as she threw Hannah down next to a bundle of leather.

Hannah looked up at Olga. The vicious domme had a small trickle of blood dribbling out of her nose. The evil glare she had fixed upon Hannah sent a shiver down her spine. She thrust an item into Hannah's hands. "Shove that in your cunt and asshole. Now."

Hannah looked at the item. It resembled a large tuning fork - two six inch long metal rods, held a couple inches apart by a handle at one end. Hannah paused. She contemplated making another break for it, but Olga was watching her like a hawk. Olga read Hannah's delay as further defiance. She raised her hand high and brought it crashing against Hannah's cheek, sending her sprawling to the floor. "Get moving," she warned.

Hannah picked herself up again and studied the device. The handle seemed to have a spring holding the rods apart, and a small switch built into the grip. She knew she was defeated. Her best course of action now was to go along with her captor and hope to reduce the amount of abuse she endured. Realizing that there was no way she'd get the two rods into her holes dry, she lifted the device to her mouth and started licking all up and down each metal shaft. She cringed at the coppery taste, but soon had wetted each part. She sat back on the floor. The rubber suit she'd been stuffed into had a zipper running over her crotch. She undid it, exposing her pussy and asshole underneath. She nestled the tips of each rod against her anus and vagina. She hesitated and looked up at Olga. If she was expecting any sort of reprieve, she was sorely mistaken. The fierce woman stepped forward and raised a threatening hand over her head once again.

Hannah flinched away from Olga's upraised hand. She bit her lip and slid the rods up into her holes, gasping at the simultaneous double penetration. Fortunately the rods were only about an inch thick, so they pressed their way in with relatively little difficulty. She soon had them inserted all the way up inside her.

"Good," Olga said, lowering her hand. "Now I would like you to lay down on top of the bondage bag that I laid out for you next to the coffee table."

Hannah's eyes grew wide. This was a nightmare come true. "Mistress, please, I-," Hannah began, but at the first sign of reluctance Olga bent down and latched onto her hair once more. Hannah reached up and grabbed on Olga's wrist as she was dragged again and dumped onto the mass of leather. Olga wrapped the sides of the bag up over Hannah. Unclosed, the bag still fit her rather loosely, but the overpowering smell of leather, and the knowledge that her confinement was only going to get worse began to trigger Hannah's claustrophobia. Her breathing accelerated as Olga took Hannah's feet and forced them into the built-in boots at one end of the bag. The boots forced Hannah's toes to a point. Next Hannah's arms were inserted into the sleeves that were sewn into the inside edges of the sack, trapping her hands at her sides. Olga went back down near Hannah's feet and started tugging at the heavy zipper, watching the leather draw closed over Hannah's struggling form as it ran from her toes to her neck. The large leather bag wiggled and jiggled as Hannah squirmed about inside.

"Dr. Saavik is very upset with you," Olga said conversationally as she fitted a tight rubber hood over Hannah's head, placing a set of earbuds in her ears before doing so. There was an opening in the front of the hood that ran from her chin to her forehead, wrapping her head, but framing her frightened face nicely. "He heard all those terrible things that you said about him at the trial. You told them that he raped you and tortured you for his own sick satisfaction. You told them he was insane, that he was a monster."

"No, mistress, no. They made me say that! It was all lies!" Hannah pleaded. "Let me go. I will recant everything I said. I'll make them set Dr. Saavik free. Please!"

"You should have never said such hurtful things in the first place!" Olga snapped. "But no matter, soon Dr. Saavik will be free of his accord - no thanks to you and your friends." She now fitted a thick leather hood over the rubber hood. This one, too, had an opening for her face, but had several buckles on the sides with which a blindfold and a gag could be attached. She lifted a broad leather panel gag to Hannah's face. It had a long thin dildo attached to the inside. Hannah obediently opened her mouth to accept the gag, now adding her own choking sounds to the ones Tracy was making as the dildo jabbed at the back of her throat. With the gag in place Olga began tightening down the laces and buckles on the hood. Hannah could feel the world closing in on her in a crush of leather. The gag was pressed against her face, covering her nose and mouth. Her breath whistled up through the small gap where the gag met her cheeks. Her wide eyes darted fearfully about.

"You'll be pleased to hear that Dr. Saavik has decided to start up the slave school again. You'll be our first student. And guess who's been named headmistress?" She glared down at the terrified girl. "Me!" She accentuated the statement with another punch to Hannah's gut. Hannah curled up, as much as the bondage bag would allow, and rolled onto her side, gasping.

Olga kicked her over onto her back. "Don't think I'm going to go easy on you just because you'll be spending a lot of time as Dr. Saavik's special guest. On the contrary, you've really pissed me off today. I'll see to it that you get lots of close personal attention."

"But for now," she said, grabbing several of the loose straps on the outside of the bondage bag and using them as handles. "We need to finish getting you ready for your trip home."

Home. The word hung in the air, it's meaning all too awful and apparent. This apartment was no longer her home, Group XS was. The place where she'd sleep (when they let her). The place where she'd eat (only after begging for the most vile, disgusting fare). The place where she'd scream and cry and suffer. And, someday, if they mercifully allowed it, the place where she'd die. Hannah's sobs increased in intensity as this all sank in.

Olga hefted the bound girl over to the far side of the room and dumped her down on the floor next to a large object. Hannah let her curiosity get the better of her and rolled to her side to see it. When she realized what it was, she wished she hadn't looked so that her mind have had a few more seconds of relative peace. She was laying next to a long container shaped like a sarcophagus - just big enough to uncomfortably hold a terrified, claustrophobic young woman. Olga flipped open the lid and adjusted the straps and wires that were arrayed along the bottom, then she picked up Hannah and dumped her in laying face up.

Even without the lid on, Hannah could feel the walls pressing in around her. She panicked and flew into a frenzy, flopping around within the tight confines of the box. Her conscious mind knew that escape was impossible, but her subconscious mind was screaming: run, flee, get away!

Suddenly Olga's voice cut through the cluttered din of her runaway mind. "Slave! Listen to me!" her voice boomed directly into her ears, amplified by the earbuds, whose volume had been turned up to the maximum. Hannah was temporarily startled into a calmer state.

"You can hear me?" Olga asked.

"Mmmph mmmph," Hannah replied, wincing from the loudness.

Olga scowled, not entirely certain that she was getting through, despite Hannah's reaction. "You're not lying to me?" Hannah managed to shake her head a little. "Let's see." She pressed a button on the device she had been speaking into. A shrill, piercing noise blasted out of the earbuds. Hannah shut her eyes against the sound, screaming in pain. Finally Olga was satisfied. "Good," she said, putting down the device.

Now she reached over and worked her fingers into a slit in the bondage bag near Hannah's crotch. Hannah could feel the woman's fingers searching about, stopping once she had found the handle of the device that she'd been forced to insert into her pussy and asshole.

"This might pinch a little," she heard Olga call out as she reached for the button on the handle. Snap! Hannah shrieked in agony as the spring stretched between the two rods suddenly compressed. The bar in her pussy and the bar up her ass snapped together hard and fast, pinching the sensitive flesh that separated her vagina from her colon in a fierce grip. Hannah bucked and thrashed, feeling like her insides were being crushed in a vice. Olga, who had quickly withdrawn her hand from the pocket, watched in amusement while the slave bucked about. She waited for Hannah to exhaust herself, her screams receding to pitiful moans, then she threaded a pair of wires into the pocket and connected them to the handle between her legs.

Next Olga flipped open two small panels on the front of the bondage bag located at the tip of each breast. She fished around in each opening until she found Hannah's exposed nipples underneath, pinching and pulling them until the soft, rosy buds jutted out through the leather. Hannah didn't like the look of it as Olga produced two mini screw presses - a pair of thin metal bars joined together by a screw on either end. When the screws were turned they forced the bars together. Olga tugged the first nipple into one of the presses and began winding it closed.

At first Hannah was worried about bite of the clamp into her tit. Olga twisted and twisted, driving the two bars painfully close. Hannah grunted her discomfort with the crushing grasp. But then, Hannah caught sight of the second press as Olga moved it into position. Each of the thin bars was wrapped tightly in copper wire, with two wires trailing off to the side. Hannah was no stranger to the sharp, cruel jolt of electricity passed through a sensitive area. It was a feeling that she thought her escape from Group XS meant she would never feel again. Olga finished applying the second press, screwing it on tight enough that no amount of wriggling would knock it loose.

Now it was time for the straps. Both the bondage bag and the sarcophagus had straps running all up and down her body. Olga started with the bondage bag. Every few inches there was a strap and Olga made certain to pull each one as absolutely snug as she could. The strap running across her tits was especially cruel - it twisted and mashed the hard presses into her fleshy mounds. By the time she had finished, Hannah couldn't move in the slightest. She was pinned in position with her hands at her sides and her toes pointed toward the end of the box. That didn't stop Olga from applying the straps embedded in the bottom of the sarcophagus - proving that there was no such thing as excess in Group XS.

Throughout the application of the straps Hannah could feel her anxiety growing again, each strap ratcheting up the intensity as she felt her ability to move lessen and lessen. As the final strap closed across her throat Hannah was again in a frenzy. Olga smiled as she saw the obvious attempts at thrashing about manifest themselves as nothing more than the creaking of the tight leather straps that fixed her in place.

"There. Just about done," Olga announced. She dragged the lid of the box closer and connected the wires to a device mounted on the underside near her feet. Then she lifted the lid up over the top. Hannah's terror peaked as the darkness closed in around her. There was a small slit in the lid of the box positioned just over her face. Olga leaned over it now, her gloating face beaming, staring into Hannah's darting, frightened eyes. "All comfy?"

Hannah's panicked cries were the response. Olga hefted the long box onto a wheeled dolly. Hannah's heart raced as she was helplessly rolled out of her apartment. She counted the overhead lights in the ceiling of the hallway as they flitted past. Her desperate screams for help went unheeded by the empty apartments that they passed. They made their way to the loading dock at the back of the building. There Hannah was dragged off of the dolly and into the back of an empty box truck. Olga leaned over the little slit once again, her evil face eclipsing the harsh light positioned in the roof of the truck. "Dr. Saavik has prepared a little something to keep you occupied on your ride home. I'll start it up for you. Have a pleasant trip!"

Olga bent down and slid closed the slit in the sarcophagus. Hannah's eyes strained against the complete and utter darkness around her. Her terrified screams increased in intensity.  After a minute there was a brief crackling sound and then a painfully loud audio track blared directly into her head from the earbuds placed in her ears.

"Hannah," the voice droned with an admonishing tone. It was a voice Hannah knew well, the voice of the person she feared most - Dr. Saavik. "I'm very disappointed in you," the track continued. "Clearly I have gone too easy on you. Your bad behavior will not go unpunished." Saavik's admonishing voice turned hard on this last word, though Hannah barely noticed because at that same instant the rods in her pussy and ass and the clamps on her nipples suddenly came alive with electricity! Hannah's agonized screams reverberated within the box as the intensity of the shocks rose and fell, her trapped body raging against the torture that she was helpless to resist.

After about fifteen seconds the electricity stopped. The audio track paused long enough for Hannah to recover some of her senses, then resumed. "You will be staying in my own personal quarters. I will keep you tightly confined at all times when you are not in use. I have designed a new box for you to stay in which I'm sure you will find quite uncomfortable." This sentence was punctuated with a short, sharp jolt to Hannah's pussy. "The box is configured so that I don't even have to take you out to rape your pussy, your ass, or your mouth." More zaps to her sensitive areas emphasized his words. "You will drink only toilet water and piss. You will eat only my cum and whatever meager table scraps are necessary to sustain you, mixed with excrement, of course."

"When you next see me you will beg me to punish you. You will offer up all of your holes for me and my friends. Your entire life will be dedicated to making amends for betraying me. You will scream. You will suffer. But it will never be enough."

The track went on and on. Saavik went into intricate detail about all the horrible tortures that awaited Hannah at Group XS - old favorites that he knew she feared, and new ones he had devised during his time in prison. All throughout, the probes delivered shocks to her pussy, ass, and tits. Sometimes just to one, sometimes to two, sometimes to all three at once. Some shocks were just a brief jolt, while others lasted for seconds at a time, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling in pain. Often the shocks were targeted at the very areas that he was describing being punished, focusing her attention on what she would feel when he finally had his hands on her.

"Welcome to your miserable new life. You exist only to suffer and I have made it my own personal goal to make you dread each and every one of your remaining days." The track ended with a frenzied series of shocks that rivaled the initial blast that rocked her body. Hannah was left sobbing uncontrollably, not only from the pain of her punishment and the terror of her confinement, but at the despair for what her future held.

She was left in silence for several minutes, then the track started again from the beginning. "Hannah, I'm very disappointed in you..."

Meanwhile, Olga had returned to Hannah's apartment to clean up any trace of her presence and to retrieve Tania, still hogtied on Hannah's living room floor. The tightly bound girl had managed to roll over onto her side in an attempt to relieve some of the stress of her position - it hadn't helped. Olga grabbed the strap connecting the top of her head to her ankles and used it to drag the girl out of the apartment. She could feel the girl buck and pull against the strain, her coughs and chokes showed that she continued to struggle with her dildo gag. After locking the door to Hannah's apartment, Olga dragged Tania back to the loading dock and tossed her in the truck.

The bound woman landed with a thud. Olga bent down and removed her blindfold. The terrified girl fearfully glanced about the dim truck. Up against the front wall she saw the wicked sarcophagus that held Hannah. The muffled screams that emanated from within gave an idea of what horrors Hannah was currently experiencing. Tania was guiltily relieved that she would not be transported back to Group XS in the dreadful box. She had been brought to Hannah's apartment inside it, though she did not have Saavik's audio track to accompany her. Instead the electric probes had been wired up to the blinkers and the brake lights of the truck. The stop and go traffic on the interstate threatened to drain the truck's battery with how much current was blasted into her frazzled pussy and ass.

"I told you that you would be punished for failing to pleasure Hannah this morning," Olga explained as she unbuckled the dildo gag and withdrew it from Tania's throat. Then she released the strap holding Tania's head tightly to her ankles. "I will leave it up to you to determine how severe your punishment is."

"Oh, thank you, mistress! Thank you!" Tania blathered, relishing the release from her tight bondage and the freedom from the terrible gag.

"Shut up!" Olga snapped, giving Tania a swift kick to the ribs. She undid the straps holding the slave's legs together, adjusting her bindings so that each ankle was instead bound tightly to the thigh on the same leg.

"Sit up," Olga ordered.

"Yes, mistress. Right away, mistress," Tania chirped. Olga was amused by how eager to please the pathetic girl was - as if that would spare her any of the torments that awaited her. With her arms still bound behind her back, Tania rose with some difficulty, finally sitting back onto her feet, keeping her glance submissively cast down to the floor.

"Good."

Olga eyed the slave's tits. She undid the zippers running around them on the rubber bodysuit, exposing her soft flesh. Not too big, not too small - just the right size for playing with, she thought. She went to the tool cabinet mounted against one of the walls and found the perfect pair of nipple clamps. Tania groaned and bit her lip as Olga snapped them onto her tits. She whimpered as Olga tightened a screw on each clamp, drawing it even tighter.

Now Olga turned as she pulled a hefty burlap sack out from the bottom drawer of the cabinet. "Any slave with even the slightest amount of pussy licking skill could have made Hannah cum in her sleep. You failed to do that, so we will work on your training during the ride home." Olga opened the drawstring at the top of the bag and cast the contents out. Tania watched as thousands of grains of rice scattered all over the floor of the van.

"There are one hundred grains of black rice mixed in with what I just dumped out. Your job is to find them and place them in this bowl right here." She took a metal dog bowl and stuck it on a low shelf off to the side. "When we return, you will receive one cane stroke for every grain of rice missing from the bowl. Got it?"

"Yes, mistress," Tania replied, her eyes already started searching out the darker grains in the dim light.

"You may not pick up the white rice. And it should go without saying that you do not have permission to eat any of the rice," Olga added. "Get started."

With her arms still trapped behind her back, bound together at elbow and wrist, it was apparent that Tania was expected to use her mouth to move the rice. She spied the nearest grain and bent down to get it. She lowered her face to the floor, pressing her mouth closed and then pinching the rice between her lips. Her clamped nipples pressed into the floor as she mashed her breasts into the cold metal surface. With the grain of rice secured she now had to make her way to the bowl to deposit it. She moved to sit up back to her knees, but a sharp tug on her nipple clamps yanked her back down. She tried again, but was again stymied by the painful tug on her nipples.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Tania cried in distress.

"Oh, did I forget to mention?" Olga said. "Your nipple clamps are magnetic! I'm sure that if you pull hard enough you can break them free from the floor. Either that or you can drag them along."

Tears formed in Tania's eyes as she realized just how much more difficult and painful her task had become. She tried one more time to lift herself up from the floor before deciding that the pressure on her nipples was simply too much to bear. Begrudgingly, she pressed her face back down and rose up to balance on her knees. She drove herself forward, sliding her face along the floor. She grunted as the clamps twisted and stretched her nipples but moved along with her. Even her knees were not spared from the pain of her task - her halting march forward led her to shuffle over the thousands of grains of rice between her and her destination. The tiny, hard particles ground into her knees as she pushed herself forward.

Olga watched in fascination while Tania cut a path towards the bowl. She leered at Tania's ass, thrust high up in the air, as it waggled back and forth. She could see the tight crotch strap that cut cruelly between her legs, holding in the two large dildos that she'd crammed into the slave earlier in the day. 

Olga waited until Tania made it to the bowl. The slave lifted her head to deposit the grain of rice into the container, but she was stopped short by a hard tug at her nipples. Tania had just discovered that she couldn't reach the bowl without prying the magnets from the floor! Olga watched as the girl girded herself for what she had to do. With a half-grunt/half-scream she pulled her body back. Her tits distended into pointed cones as the clamps held fast. Then, finally they snapped free. Tania jerked backwards from the sudden loss of tension. She was now able to sit upright. She tipped herself forward and deposited the grain of rice into the bowl, dropping it from between her lips.

Tania turned around, her chest still heaving, and regarded the sea of rice spilled across the floor of the truck. She wondered whether the reduced cane strokes was worth the agony of collecting more grains. Olga seemed to answer her thoughts.

"I'll have you know that if the job is not finished by the time we reach our destination then before you receive your caning, you will finish the task under the gentle encouragement of my horsewhip!" she said. "Get moving!"

"Please, mistress, have mercy. I hurt so bad already. I promise I'll do better next time!" Tania pleaded.

Olga glared at the desperate woman. "Let's make it two strikes of the cane for every missing grain of rice," she said coldly.

Tania knew that further begging would only make her situation worse. Tears ran down her cheeks as she shuffled her way to her next target. This one she managed to carefully grab while arching her back to keep the clamps raised, though she could feel the magnetic pull as the clamps dangled precariously close to the metal floor. Olga, meanwhile, had closed and locked the back of the truck and made her way to the cab. The slave dropped the second grain of rice into the bowl just as Olga stomped on the gas. Tania was tossed backward by the surge of acceleration. She landed hard on her side, hearing a loud snap as one of her nipple weights latched onto the floor. It was going to be a long ride back.