The Gathering Storm - A Group XS Story

Katie Holmes checked her makeup with her compact, then spoke to the beautiful woman staring back at her in the mirror. "You can do this. Be smart. Be confident. Be yourself." She folded up the mirror and dropped it back into her purse. She had just buzzed her guests into the building and was nervously waiting for the knock on her door.

In the years since Katie had been freed from Group XS, she had taken up art - first, as a form of therapy, then, as her natural talent revealed itself, as a serious profession. She enrolled in several classes to hone her skills, impressing her instructors with the unique perspectives that her paintings revealed. Now, she had finally finished her first professional collection. It was a series of paintings featuring silhouettes of female forms, twisted into tortured poses, laying on fields of black and blue. Creating the artwork was both therapeutic and traumatic. She drew from the depths of her past misery and suffering to find inspiration, reliving her nightmares and translating them to the canvas. She was immensely proud of her work.

After finishing the final painting in the collection, Katie had shopped it around to several galleries seeking to exhibit it. Much to her surprise, everyone was interested. She was told that her paintings would sell for thousands. The galleries were fighting over each other for the honor of unveiling her art to the world. She was going places.

Then, a few days ago one of the gallery owners contacted her and told her that a wealthy couple was interested in talking with her about doing a commission, for a very generous sum of money. Katie immediately said yes - having a wealthy patron in the art world was sure to propel her to the upper echelon of artists. All this, and she hadn't even sold her first painting yet!

Now she waited patiently at the door in her studio. She proudly glanced back at her work, arrayed tastefully about the space. There was a knock at the door. Katie opened it to greet her guests, a man and a woman. The man was in his late fifties, graying hair, but standing tall with a confidence like he owned the room. His wife hung onto his arm. She was much younger. Her blue eyes sparkled beneath her stylish blond hair. She clutched a large, designer purse under her arm.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kellerman! It's a pleasure to meet you!" Katie chirped.

"That's Judge Kellerman," the man gruffly corrected her. His eyes roamed up and down her body in a way that immediately made her uncomfortable.

Mrs. Kellerman broke the tension with a gentle pat on her husband's shoulder. "Oh, come now, dear. There's no need to be so formal," she said. "You can call me Eva," she told Katie. "We'll figure out what you can call old, grumpy here later," she added with a laugh and a wink.

Judge Kellerman pushed his way past Katie and into the studio. He strolled along her paintings, scowling at each one as he did. Mrs. Kellerman followed close behind.

"These are incredible! And this is your first professional collection? You must tell me what inspired you," she said.

"It was a... difficult... personal experience," Katie said. She never talked to anyone, outside of the trial for Saavik and Zorhof, about what she went through. It was simply too painful to put into words. She preferred her art to do the talking for her. "So Martin at the Van Pelt Gallery tells me that you might be interested in commissioning a painting," Katie said, hoping to change the subject.

"Oh, yes. We're very excited to see what you can do for us!" Mrs. Kellerman replied.

Katie went over to Judge Kellerman, who had spent the past few minutes staring intently at one of her paintings. "What do you think?"

The judge continued staring at the piece, which depicted a female silhouette curled into the fetal position, her head hung limply in exhaustion, angry red slashes of paint cut randomly across the entire canvas. "Art is supposed to be a conversation between the artist and her audience - a back and forth of perspective and emotion. All I see here is a soliloquy. You are forcing your perspective on the viewer. You demand pity. You demand sympathy. It is all one sided."

Katie looked at the painting again, trying to see it the way the judge did. She had intentionally avoided any inclusion of her abusers in her work, choosing instead to show only the aftermath of their tortures and the impact that they had on her and the other victims.

"I would like you to create a piece for me that shows both sides of the conversation," he added.

Katie frowned, uncertain whether this was a request that she could honor. While she had been talking to the judge, she hadn't noticed Mrs. Kellerman sidling up behind her, digging discretely in her purse. It wasn't until it was too late to react that she felt the lithe woman press the prongs of her stun gun into the small of her back. Katie was launched forward by the blast of high voltage from the device. She toppled forward into the easel holding the painting that she and the judge had been discussing, falling along with it to the floor. She moaned as she felt the tingling numbness spread throughout her body. The attack had caught her completely by surprise, and even as she lay semi-paralyzed face down on the floor, she wondered what had happened.

The duo were on her like a pack of wolves on an injured doe. Mrs. Kellerman pulled a pair of handcuffs out of her bag and snapped them onto Katie's wrists as she yanked them behind her back. The judge, meanwhile, had lifted her dress and was tugging her panties down to her knees. The rapid assault snapped Katie out of her stunned fog. She turned her head to see herself face to face with the tortured figure painted on the canvas laying beneath her. "Unnngh," she groaned. "What are you - mmmph!" Her speech was cut off by the large ball gag Mrs. Kellerman forced into her mouth. Katie's jaw stretched wide - painful, yet horrifically familiar. If there was any doubt about what her two attackers had in mind, it was cast away as Katie's legs were yanked apart and she felt the tip of the judge's stiff cock poking at her cunt. She tossed her head back and howled as his hard dick invaded her dry pussy.

Mrs. Kellerman continued to dress Katie in bondage while her husband bunny-fucked the hapless girl. She added a tight leather collar and a set of ankle cuffs, taking care to slip Katie's shoes off of her feet as well. "Mmm, mmm," the judge panted while he pounded away at her snatch, grinding her back and forth over the painted canvas. "She is tighter than I was expecting for someone who'd spent so much time with Dr. Zorhof!" he laughed.

The mention of Dr. Zorhof sent waves of terror through Katie. Until now she might have thought that this was just some random assault by a pair of deviant perverts, but now their association was clear. They were with Group XS! She had to get away! She twisted and squirmed, but her options were quickly running out. She futilely kicked at the judge, who was balls deep in her pussy. He fucked her wildly from behind, his hands wrapped firmly around her hips as he jackhammered away. She felt his grip tighten. He grunted as he suddenly yanked his dick free from her cunt and tossed her aside. Katie rolled over onto her side just in time to see the judge blast his load all over her painting.

As the last of his jizz sputtered out of his cock, the judge looked down at the ruined artwork and said, "That's more like it. Now your painting has a view from both perspectives."

Katie sobbed, as much from her ruined masterpiece as from her recent violation. The paint on the canvas she laid on had been smudged all across the front of her dress, the judge's cum was soaking into the rest of the painting. She didn't have long to feel sorry for herself though. The judge tucked his dick back into his pants, then leaned down and grabbed a handful of Katie's long, brown hair. He dragged her up onto her feet. Katie froze as she saw Mrs. Kellerman go back into her purse one last time and withdraw a long, sharp hunting knife. She fought against the judge's firm grasp as the woman approached. She braced herself for the blade to plunge into her body, ending her life, even though she ought to have known that death was far favorable to what Group XS had in store for her. Instead the knife cut her dress from her neckline to the hem, the material falling away into a heap on the floor. Another flick of the blade slashed open her bra, spilling her lovely tits out for all to see. The judge adjusted his grasp so that he could take advantage of the newly accessible assets at his disposal.

Mrs. Kellerman stepped back and Katie renewed her struggles to free herself from the judge. "Hold still," Mrs. Kellerman ordered. Katie ignored her.

"I said hold still!" Mrs. Kellerman repeated, but this time she held her blade against the canvas of another one of Katie's beloved paintings. Katie stared back at Mrs. Kellerman in horror. She shook her head, pleading for the knife wielding woman to spare her art. She stopped struggling and the judge let her go. Katie stood submissively before the married couple, her panties around her ankles, her chest heaving from exertion. A trail of drool leaked out of her ballgagged mouth and dribbled down her chin. Her eyes stayed fixed on the point of the blade pressed against the canvas of the art she loved like a child.

"That's better," Mrs. Kellerman remarked, though she still held the blade threateningly. With the situation now under control, Mr. Kellerman took the opportunity to look around the studio. He found a pair of small wooden crates against a wall and slid them into the middle of the room. He positioned them a few feet apart.

"Alright, Katie," the judge said. "I want to you to stand with one foot on each of these boxes."

Katie tore her eyes free from her painting and looked behind her at the crates. She slipped her panties off of her ankles and stepped up into position, keeping her feet near the inside edges of each box. Her legs were a little bit more than shoulder width apart. Now the judge took a length of rope and tossed it up over the exposed ceiling beam directly above the boxes. He fed one of the ends through a loop at the front of Katie's collar and tied it off. The other end he wrapped around her handcuffs, adjusting the rope so that her hands were pulled high up behind her back, forcing Katie up onto tiptoe while standing astride the crates, if her feet slipped she'd be dangling by neck and wrists from the ceiling.

Now helpless to move, Mrs. Kellerman put the knife back into her purse. "We need to go get a few things from our car," she said. "Can we trust you to stay standing there for us?"

"Mmm-hmm," Katie agreed, unable to nod her head much due to her neck being stretched upward.

"Let's make certain." Mrs. Kellerman pulled a set of nipple clamps out of her purse. Katie furrowed her brow and moaned as the evil blonde approached her. "Be quiet, or I'll give you something to whine about!" Mrs. Kellerman snarled. She snapped the clamps onto Katie's pert nipples. The bound woman did her best to stifle her anguished cries as her sensitive flesh was crushed by the clamps.

Next the judge came up behind Katie carrying a can of white paint with two strings tied to either side of the handle. He held the can under his arm while he tied one string to each nipple clamp. Then while he worked at prying off the lid, Mrs. Kellerman went and took the painting she had just threatened to slash and removed it from the easel that displayed it. She carried it over and set it faceup on the floor, between the two boxes, directly underneath Katie. Now the judge took the open can of paint and lifted it up. "Hold still," he ordered. Then he balanced the can on the top of Katie's head.

Katie immediately realized her predicament. She was standing astride her artwork with an open can of paint balancing on her head. The can was loosely tied to her nipples via the two strings. If she let it fall, not only would another one of paintings be ruined, but the falling can would tear at her clamped tits!

"We'll be back as soon as we can," Mrs. Kellerman said, stretching up to give Katie a kiss on her ballgagged lips. "Then we'll have some real fun," she whispered in Katie's ear and licked the tear running down her cheek.

---

Beth sat exhausted in her horrendous chair in the back of the van. Helga and Midori had driven all night with their helpless slave strapped in, screaming and suffering as the van lumbered back to the Group XS compound. It seemed that Midori had found every pothole and speed bump along the way. She crested every hill at maximum speed. She jumped the curb as she rounded the corners. The bouncy chair had slammed the pole hard into her pussy dozens or hundreds of times. The electric shocks added an extra agonizing kick every time. The spikes jabbing into her bruised butt left her ass throbbing. Her tits, purpled by their tight ties, shuddered under the pinch and pull of the tiny clamps snapped all over them. At least after the first hour or so the piss soaked panties pulled over her head had dried and she could breathe more easily.

The journey was a nightmare. Helga had said it would only take a few hours if they had gone the direct way - clearly they had not. At each rest stop, one of them would climb into the back to 'check on' Beth. This involved reattaching any clamps that had snapped free from her tits, after pummeling the offending spot with their riding crop first as punishment for letting it slip off. They would tweak the position of the spiked plate beneath her butt so that the sharp points could find fresh flesh to torment. At one stop Helga even raised the height of the pole a little to ensure Beth was getting fucked as hard and deep as possible. Beth's bruised cervix was a clear sign that it was.

There was one point during the trip where the road was especially smooth and flat. After the horror of leaving the pothole-ridden city, Beth was given a bit of a reprieve from her suffering. The soft swaying of the van left her bobbing gently up and down in her chair, sparing her the shocks, the spikes, and the deep penetration. After several miles of this, Beth could feel her pussy responding positively to the pole working its way in and out of it. She squirmed in her bonds, mewing softly to herself while the metal shaft became slicked with her juices. Midori, of course, was aware of the situation. She drove with one eye on the road, and one eye on the monitor showing what happened in the back of the van. She was thoroughly amused by the slave trying to get off on the gentle prodding at her pussy. Just as Beth's moans increased in intensity, Midori decided to take an impromptu 'shortcut' through an empty field. Beth came just as the van rumbled through the bumps and craters of the field, her orgasm ruined by a vicious assault of shocks and spikes and deep thrusts from the wet, slippery pole that left her trembling in pain and screaming in agony.

But now they had apparently arrived at their destination. For hours the van had remained stationary. Beth sat quietly in the back of the tortuous vehicle, waiting for someone to come plunge her back into her old familiar hell. Somehow she had managed to fall asleep. She learned long ago, during her first stay with Group XS that she had to take sleep when she could get it, because she never knew when she might get another chance.

She was slumped forward in her chair, as much as the tight collar hooked onto the support behind her would allow. Her soft snores rumbled out through the holes of her punishment hood. She didn't notice the weight shift as someone climbed in the back of the van. She did notice, however, when that same someone grabbed ahold of the two dozen elastic bands that held her clamped tits up to the ceiling and gave them all a fierce yank.

Beth was jolted awake as every one of the tiny claw-like clamps tore free from her tits all at once. She screamed as her tits blazed in pain, forgetting the choke gag mounted inside the punishment hood. She bit down on the mass of rubber and it expanded back into her throat, triggering a fit of coughs and gags.

"Oh good. You're awake," Mistress Helga said sardonically. "Let's get you out of here. Master V will be arriving in a little while for your date."

Beth felt the pole that had spent all night inside her pussy slide out. Her bruised cunt felt empty without it. Helga undid the straps connecting Beth's legs to the awful chair. Beth brought her knees together, cherishing the relief. She nearly collapsed as her collar was unhooked from the upright at the back of the chair. Helga hooked a finger through the ring on her collar and dragged her out the back of the van. She tossed her to her knees on the hard concrete. Then she hooked a leash to the back of her collar and tugged her back to her feet. Beth teetered upon the ballet heels strapped to her feet, her toes bearing the crushing pain of her weight.

"March!" The command was accentuated with a slash across her buttocks with a flogger. Beth squealed, her ass aflame from the strike. She nearly fell back to the ground, but a sharp tug on the leash prevented it. She took an unsteady step forward. Hooded and blindfolded as she was, she couldn't see where she was going.

"Faster!" Helga ordered, with another slash of the flogger. Beth was spurred on, leaping away from the sting of the blow on her horrendously battered backside. She surged forward, ignoring the pain in her feet. A sideways tug on her leash guided her through a doorway that clipped her shoulder.

Now Beth was goaded through twists and turns, urged on by liberal use of Mistress Helga's flogger. She raced through the hallways, hoping to stay ahead of the vicious swings from her mistress. They entered a tiny elevator, just big enough for Beth and Helga to squeeze into. Beth felt her stomach drop as they descended into the bowels of the Group XS dungeons.

They finally arrived at a small room off of one of the many hallways. Beth was shoved to the floor and had the ring on the front of her collar clipped to a ring set in the concrete. Only then was the tight leather discipline hood loosened from her head, the choke gag needed to be pried out from between her teeth. Beth blinked against the dim lights of the room, looking around.

To one side there was a cot, topped with a dingy, stained mattress. To the other side was a supply cabinet positioned next to a toilet. Directly ahead of her, mounted on the wall, was a full length mirror. Beth looked at the miserable slave staring back at her. She hardly recognized herself behind all the latex and leather. She saw her red, tear-stained eyes gazing out through the holes of her latex hood. The bright red lipstick Midori had painted on her lips had been smeared all over her face.

"Please, Mistress," Beth said, glancing at Helga's reflection in the mirror. "May I use the toilet?"

Beth was well aware of what happened to slaves who went without permission and she wasn't keen to earn herself a stay in The Tank on her first day in captivity. Helga sighed, obviously annoyed by this slave who thought she could make requests of her.

"Fine," she said. But instead of unhooking Beth and guiding her over to the toilet, she took a large bowl out of the cabinet and tossed it at Beth's feet. "Use that."

Beth used her unbound legs to position the bowl and then contorted herself over it as best she could - a feat that was rather difficult considering that her collar remained connected to the floor. Helga watched while Beth emptied her bladder. She then unhooked the sleeves of Beth's straight jacket from their location attached to the back of her collar. She unzipped the mittens at the ends of the sleeves, freeing Beth's hands. Beth sighed in relief and dropped her hands to the floor.

"Clean up the drops on your pussy," she said. "Master V won't be happy to see a pissy date."

Beth dabbed at the urine that ran down her labia. At Helga's insistence, she then licked her fingers clean, her face glowing in shame at the humiliating act. Afterward, Helga locked each wrist to its corresponding thigh via a short chain attached to one of the many straps circling her legs.

"Rest up. I know Master V is looking forward to seeing you." Then Helga left.

---

The Kellermans were gone for nearly twenty minutes. All the while Katie balanced precariously up on her toes. She was dead set on preventing another one of her paintings from being ruined. She focused intently on the open jar of paint perched atop her head. She was both relieved and terrified when she heard her tormentors return. The key scratched in the door lock behind her.

"Oh look, darling," Mrs. Kellerman said. "She managed to keep her balance."

"Indeed, she did," the judge replied. "Though I wonder..."

Swish! Crack! Without warning Katie's back exploded in pain as a bullwhip crashed across her naked flesh. Katie surged forward in surprised agony, straightening her back. One of her feet slipped from its perch on the wooden crate. Katie jerked to recover herself, but as she did so her head twisted to the side. Almost in slow motion, she watched as the jar of paint tumbled from atop her head. It cascaded down, spinning end over end, white liquid flinging out as it went. The can dropped down past her chest. The strings connecting the can to her nipple clamps pulled taut and the nipple clamps tore free. Katie threw her head back in pain, falling again off the boxes as the can crashed to the floor onto her painting, ruining it.

With her feet knocked out from beneath her, Katie hung from the ceiling by her neck. Her arms had been yanked up high behind her back, threatening to dislocate her shoulders. Her legs kicked wildly as she choked from the press of the collar on her throat. She finally managed to re-find her footing, relieving the strain on her neck.

"Look what you did!" Judge Kellerman grumbled. Katie looked down at another ruined painting, finding fresh tears for her loss. The judge, ignoring the painting, held up his whip. "You got paint on my favorite bullwhip!"

"Hmm," Mrs. Kellerman replied. "I think for that she must be punished."

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Katie pleaded as the judge untied her from the ceiling. He dragged her over facing a wall and unlocked the handcuffs holding her arms behind her back. Then, once again making use of the exposed beams in the ceiling he tied her arms stretched up over her head and spread apart. Next her ankles were tied spread wide so that Katie was held in a standing spread-eagle.

Mrs. Kellerman, not wanting to miss an opportunity to further torment the poor girl, selected the largest of Katie's remaining undestroyed paintings and propped it up on the wall in front of Katie. Meanwhile Judge Kellerman was opening more and more jars of paint and dumping the contents on a nearby table.

Katie struggled against her bonds while her captors worked behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see Mrs. Kellerman dabbing a thick cane into the puddle of paint that the judge had created. The stern blond woman marched over to Katie with the rod dripping in paint. Thwack! Mrs. Kellerman slammed the cane into Katie's ass. Katie surged forward under the impact, squealing in pain. The snap of the cane flung the paint off of the shaft, shading the newly forming red welt with a bevy of colors. The excess paint on the tip of the cane sprayed beyond Katie's body, splattering on the canvas propped in front of her.

Mrs. Kellerman went back to dip her cane again while Judge Kellerman unfurled his bullwhip, which had also been newly soaked in paint. Swish! Crack! Katie bit hard into her ballgag as the judge laid a multicolored stripe across her back. The excess paint of the whip also flinging onto the canvas. Mrs. Kellerman returned with her refreshed rod.

Thwack!

Swish! Crack!

Thwack!

Swish! Crack!

The pair took turns literally painting Katie's body with their punishing strikes. Beneath the paint, the welts and bruises were laid down on top of each other while the duo worked their way up and down her entire body. By the time they finished Katie hung limply from the ceiling, her head lolled back and forth on her chest as she mumbled incoherently to herself. Directly in front of her, on the canvas, there was a silhouette created by the splashes of paint cast off by the blows, revealing a spread-eagled feminine shape on top of what used to be another one of Katie's art pieces.

"Now that's art," the judge mused, admiring his handiwork.

"Just lovely," Mrs. Kellerman agreed, tracing her fingers along the welts on Katie's back. "But all this punishment has gotten me turned on. I think it's time Katie paid a little attention to my pussy."

---

Beth was awakened by a sharp kick to the ribs. "Wake up, girly!" she heard Midori chirp as she delivered another hard kick. Beth groaned as she rolled onto her knees, her neck was still pinned to the floor by her collar. With her wrists chained to her thighs she could do nothing to defend herself from the woman's sharp kicks.

"Midori is here to get you ready for big date. She make you pretty. Behave and I give you special treat. Got it?"

Beth agreed and Midori set her things down next to her. First she grabbed a rag and went to the toilet to wet it in the bowl. Beth bit her lip to refrain from informing Midori that Mistress Helga had poured her piss into the toilet earlier and hadn't flushed it - Midori knew what she was doing. She used the rag to wash Beth's face, really just her eyes and mouth since the latex hood still covered the rest. Beth's eyes stung as the piss-water ran down into them. She tried to turn away as Midori thoroughly wiped at her mouth, shoving the disgusting rag in to clean her teeth as well.

Once she was 'clean' Midori dug out a large metal buttplug and ordered Beth to suck on it. Beth struggled to take the large item entirely in her mouth. She gagged on it while Midori latched onto her head and began applying mascara to her eyes. She finished with a tasteful application of eye shadow then stepped back and said, "I give you lunch before I do lipstick. You good girl so I give you special treat."

She took Beth's piss bowl from earlier and scooped up some toilet water. Then she dumped a bag of oats into it and mixed it together. "Here's your extra treat," she said as she lowered her pants and squatted over the bowl. Beth watched in disgust as the woman squeezed out a turd to top off the mixture. "All Midori's slaves say that Midori have most delicious shit!"

She slid the bowl in front of Beth's face and removed the butt plug from her mouth. "Eat up."

Beth knew from terrible experience that she had no choice but to eat everything given to her. She stared into the bowl, her stomach turning. She closed her eyes and got to work.

"See, doesn't Midori have yummy shit?" the tiny Asian chirped proudly after a minute.

"Yes, mistress. Thank you for the treat, mistress," Beth replied between retches. She finished the turd and got to work on the piss tainted oatmeal, which suddenly didn't seem so bad by comparison. Meanwhile, Midori picked up the butt plug and walked around behind Beth, watching her latex clad butt wriggle in the air while she ate. As Beth finished her meal she felt Midori prod her upturned ass with the tip of the plug.

"Unclench!" she ordered with a hard slap on Beth's tortured butt. "Midori don't have all day!"

Beth grunted as Midori jabbed at her anus with the wide plug. She tried her hardest not to fight it as the plug forced its way in deeper. Midori was not patient. She leaned on the plug, pushing it deeper and deeper; backing it out only so that she could use the momentum of slamming it in again to make greater progress. Finally, with a moan, Beth's ass swallowed the plug up to its base - her asshole burned from being stretched so wide. Midori took a moment to polish the base of the plug. "Master V going to think you so pretty," she remarked. "You just his type!"

Beth wondered what that type was - helpless, bound, plugged, miserable - probably all of the above. With Midori finished working over her ass, Beth lowered herself down to sit on her feet in a kneeling position. But as her ass dropped low, there was a soft 'click' followed by a sharp jolt of electricity out of the plug. "Ahhh!" Beth screamed in surprise as she was shocked back into position with her ass held high.

Midori laughed at Beth's peril. "Silly girl," she crowed in her clipped accent. "Butt plug has gravity switch. If base tips lower than plug then missy gets a nice shock."

Beth groaned as she realized that she'd now need to keep her ass held high in the air if she wanted to avoid any more painful shocks. Midori walked around in front of her again. "I think it time for you to thank Midori for making you pretty." She shimmied out of her pants and sat down on the floor with a leg spread on either side of Beth's body. Beth, careful to keep her back arched, ruefully buried her face in Midori's wet cunt.

---

While Beth showed her appreciation to Midori, Katie, too, had her face pressed into her captor's pussy. The Kellerman's had taken her down from her spread-eagle whipping position and tossed her to the floor. Mrs. Kellerman had shimmied out of her tight leather pants to offer Katie her glistening pussy to lick. She lounged back in the chair she sat in, savoring Katie's delicate kisses while she told the captive girl all of the terrible things that she would do to her once they got her back to the Group XS headquarters.

"...and after the acid has finished burning your tits, that's when I'll get out my skinning knife," she purred, rubbing her clit while Katie's tongue delved into the depths of her soaking wet pussy.

Soon Judge Kellerman had found a second wind at the sight of his wife being serviced by the beaten and abused slave. He deftly slipped his hard cock out of his pants and kicked Katie's knees apart so that he could take her pussy from behind. Katie quickly found her face being slammed into Mrs. Kellerman's cunt by the judge's hard thrusts. Mrs. Kellerman grabbed ahold of Katie's paint spattered hair to better guide the slave's focus on just the right spots, while the judge steadied himself by twisting her arm up behind her back.

It wasn't long before Mrs. Kellerman came. She mashed Katie's face into her pussy, ordering the girl to lick up her juices while she told her about how she wanted to stretch her on a rack and torture her with hot irons. The judge patiently waited for his wife to finish before popping his cock out of Katie's cunt, spinning her around, and cumming in her mouth. Katie obediently swallowed every drop, fighting to hide the disgusted look on her face.

"Mmmm, that was delightful," Mrs. Kellerman remarked. "I can see why Mistress XS was so eager to have you back. Speaking of which, we should probably get going, shouldn't we, dear?"

"Yes," the judge agreed. "I'd rather not have to sit through rush hour traffic."

"I need to use the ladies room before we go. Katie, where is it?"

"It's down the hall, third door on the right, mistress," Katie said, keeping her eyes cast to the floor while she submissively kneeled before them.

"Hmm," Mrs. Kellerman said. Katie couldn't see the evil gleam in her eye. "That's too far, maybe you can help me out instead?"

Katie slumped down in dismay. She'd already been beaten, raped, and abused. All her old familiar nightmares from Group XS were coming back to her. The judge scowled at this clear lack of enthusiasm. He bent down and snatched Katie back upright by a clump of her hair. "When your mistress asks something of you, you will eagerly reply 'yes mistress'. Is that clear?" he growled.

"Ahh! Yes, sir!" Katie grunted, craning to relieve the pull on her hair.

"Come now, dear. I bet the girl is just a bit tired, and maybe she's out of practice, having been away from her masters for so long. I think she just needs some proper motivation."

The evil woman scurried away and snatched another of Katie's prized paintings from an easel. This one was on the smaller side. She set it face up on the floor and gestured the judge to pull the girl forward so that she was straddling the painting on her knees. "There," Mrs. Kellerman said. "We don't need to go and ruin all of your pretty paintings today, do we? Swallow every drop and this one will be fine."

The judge twisted his grip on Katie's hair so that her head was tipped back. Mrs. Kellerman stepped forward, standing with a foot on either side of the painting. Katie reluctantly opened her mouth wide. She cringed as the woman's hot piss hit her tongue, but the judge's firm grasp held her in place. Her mouth filled with urine. Katie fought against the urge to throw up. Just as the liquid was about to overflow her lips, Mrs. Kellerman stopped. Katie obediently swallowed, feeling her stomach turn as the disgusting liquid trickled down her throat. She opened her mouth and Mrs. Kellerman continued. Katie swallowed two more mouthfuls of hot, salty piss before Mrs. Kellerman was finally finished. The judge released his grip on her and she sank down, relieved to have spared at least one of her paintings the ruin that these monsters had brought with them.

Mrs. Kellerman shimmied back into her tight leather pants. The judge waited a moment, then said, "You know... I should probably relieve myself as well before we go. There might not be a chance for a rest stop along the way."

Katie looked up the man in dread. Her stomach already sloshed full of his wife's piss, she didn't think she could handle much more. The judge cocked his head menacingly, and Katie rose up to her knees again, obediently opening her mouth. She laced her fingers behind her head with her elbows out, just as she had been taught years before. The judge pulled out his soft cock and pointed it at her mouth. Katie took a deep breath as the judge's piss hit her tongue. His heavier flow quickly filled her mouth. Katie grunted, insisting that he stop so that she could pause and swallow it, but the judge kept going. His piss overtopped her lips, spilling down her face onto her chest. Katie quickly swallowed. "No!" she cried out in protest, the judge's piss splashing all over her face. He steered the stream to her eyes, her hair. Katie turned away.

"Back in position! Open your mouth or I'll whip you until you pass out!" the judge snapped. Katie complied. The endless stream kept coming, drenching her body, running down her torso and legs and pooling on the ruined painting underneath her. "Drink!" the judge ordered, though it was far too late to save her artwork. Katie obeyed, tears running out of her stinging eyes while she swallowed as much of the urine as she could.

When he finished, Mrs. Kellerman tossed her a towel. "Wipe yourself up, you disgusting wretch. I'll not have you stinking up my car."

Katie sobbed as she toweled off her body and dried her hair. Her piss soaked locks clung to her face. She looked down at another one of her ruined paintings and felt her heartbreak grow.

"Much better," Mrs. Kellerman remarked. "Now, I'm afraid you won't be given the benefit of a bathroom break yourself before we go and I can't have you making a mess in the car, so I want you to insert this." She tossed the girl a slender metal tube that was several inches long and shaped like a straight string of pearls, though the 'beads' at the top were a little narrower than those near the ring at the base.

Katie looked at the item. She was no stranger to the pain, humiliation, and discomfort of a piss plug, but she had never inserted one herself before. Mrs. Kellerman read her hesitation. "Get moving, or I'll have my husband do it. And I assure you, he won't be gentle."

Katie glanced at the evil man with a wicked smile on his face. She raised the plug to her lips to moisten it with saliva. Then she sat back and spread her legs, propping herself up on one elbow. She aligned the tip with her urethra and gave it a hard shove, hoping to slide the device most of the way in one go. Instead she screamed and doubled over in pain - the narrow passage resisted her forceful efforts. Katie sobbed as she realized she'd have to slowly work the plug into her urethra, one bead at a time. She began to do just that, biting her lip and grunting as she slid one bead after another into herself, groaning as the widest part of each ball forced its way in. Several times the plug seemingly became stuck, resisting further progress until Katie had to reverse coarse, sliding several beads out and then pushing them back in again, painfully fucking her pee hole with the plug. Finally she got the entire plug inserted. She looked up and her mistress, red-faced and sweating from the exertion, but somehow a little proud that she'd done it. Her urethra burned from the stretching and abuse to her passage.

"Took you long enough," Mrs. Kellerman's flippantly replied. While Katie has been hard at work, Mr. Kellerman had opened the suitcase he'd brought up and was straightening out the leather bondage bag that had been stowed within. Now that Katie was properly plugged he ordered her to climb into the bag.

Katie fearfully crawled over to what looked like a black leather sleeping bag. As she flipped open the unzipped top, her fears were confirmed - this was one of Group XS's beloved pin bags. The entire inside surface of the sack sparkled with hundreds of short, sharp spikes. Katie had never had the ignominious honor of spending any time in the terrifying pin bag, but it seems that today her luck had run out.

"Get moving!" Judge Kellerman hollered with a strike of a riding crop across Katie's back. She grabbed the bag and slid her feet into the individual legs of the bag. "Oh!" she cried as she pulled the bag up. The sharp pins running across her skin felt like she was putting on a pair of pantyhose lined with sandpaper. Her feet reached the end of the leg holes and were forced to a point by the stiff shaped leather there.

Next Katie had to shrug the bag up onto her shoulders and slip her arms into the embedded sleeves inside. She could feel the pins prick and poke at the welts and bruises all along her back. Her hands settled into the prickly mittens that kept her arms pinned to her sides. Now Mrs. Kellerman stepped forward to close the zipper that ran up the front. It's hard to say what body shape the pin bag was designed for, since even the most lithe ballerina would have felt the press of spikes all up and down her body when the zipper closed. As it was, Katie with her round hips, thick thighs, and broad chest was absolutely crushed inside. Mrs. Kellerman cursed and swore as she struggled to pull the zipper up over Katie's hips. Katie moaned and groaned along with her, squealing as the pins raked across her flesh as the leather reluctantly stretched to fit her shape. She felt the breath forced out of her as the bag closed in around her chest, the pins nestling painfully into her plump tits.

Finally, the zipper reached to her neck. Mrs. Kellerman secured it in place with a small padlock. Despite the morning's torments, the click of the lock finally drove home how hopeless Katie's situation had become. The bound girl began bawling uncontrollably.

"Aw, there, there," Mrs. Kellerman said, tenderly wiping the tears from Katie's eyes. "You'll only be in there for a few hours. I'm sure that once we make it to your new home everyone will want to take you out and play with you! Plus, I'll even keep you company during the trip. Dear, why don't you show Katie the nice hood that we have for her?"

The judge reached into the suitcase and withdrew a black leather hood. Katie's eyes immediately locked onto the mouth part of the hood, which featured a double-sided dildo - one end facing inwards, the other jutting lewdly outward. She obediently opened wide as the judge handed the hood to his wife. Katie was gagging on the tip of the cock at her throat even before the laces of the hood were tightened down. Once they were, Katie fought to control her gag reflex long enough to suck air in and out of the little holes positioned under her nose. The floppy outer dildo sticking from her mouth wriggled enticingly as the girl struggled to control her retches and heaves.

Mrs. Kellerman smiled at the miserable hooded slave. Then she got to work on the straps. Granted, the bag alone was tight enough to ensure only limited movement from its unhappy occupant, but there is no such thing as too much when it comes to punishing a deserving Group XS slave. Mrs. Kellerman sat straddling Katie's thighs while she tightened the straps on the girl's legs. This drew renewed complaints from the trapped girl as the added weight of Mrs. Kellerman mashed the spikes hard into her legs. Her protests increased as Mrs. Kellerman shifted up to Katie's tummy to get the next set of straps. And they hit their peak as the wicked woman plopped down onto her tits as she worked her way up farther on her slave's body. If the cruel blond had been looking for a way to test the strength of her bondage, she found it, as Katie screamed, flailed, and choked while her mistress rocked back and forth atop her mashed, spiked mammaries. The final broad strap that Mrs. Kellerman pulled across Katie's tits almost seemed anticlimactic, as the tight leather crushed her chest flat.

The young blond sadist stood up and admired her work. Katie lay on her back, writhing in pain and discomfort. The dildo jutting from her mouth wiggled back and forth, enticingly. Wait till we get to the car, Mrs. Kellerman chided herself, as she felt her pussy moisten at the thought of face-fucking the helpless slave.

"Alright, let's get her packed in the suitcase so that we can get her into the car," Judge Kellerman suggested. He dragged the, now empty, suitcase alongside Katie. With some effort, the couple was able to fold Katie's knees to her chest and her ankles to her thighs, holding them in place with more straps. Katie howled as the already tight leather was pulled tighter by the new position. Now in a more ergonomic package, the judge hefted the frightened girl into the suitcase, dumping her on her side.

Mrs. Kellerman knelt down next to Katie. With her knees pulled to her chest, Mrs. Kellerman was able to see the little patch of pink that jutted out between the girl's legs through a slit in the bondage bag. The spiked edges of the slit had drawn her outer labia apart, exposing the sensitive flesh within. Mrs. Kellerman ran her fingers gently up and down Katie's pussy.

"Mmmm, we're going to have a lot of fun on our trip home," Mrs. Kellerman purred. "After I'm done fucking your face, I'll give you a turn. I've got all sorts of marvelous strap-ons for you to try. And when I get tired of that, there's always this."

It took Katie a moment to recognize what her tormentor was talking about. She felt two cold points press against her pussy. When one of them clinked against the steel piss plug protruding out of her urethra it sent a shiver through her bladder and she suddenly realized what it was.

"Nnnngh! Nnnngh! Pweeef!" Katie begged, growing more animated within the tight confines of the open suitcase.

Mrs. Kellerman made sure that one of the prongs of her stungun remained pressed against the piss plug, while the other was lodged up inside Katie's pussy. She pulled the trigger. Katie's begging morphed to a horrendous shriek as the high voltage current surged into her body, traveling up the metal plug to her nearly full bladder before rocketing back down to her pulsating cunt. She held down the trigger for one second. Two seconds. Three seconds. The crackling of the device was drowned out by Katie's inhuman screams. Every muscle in the girl's body tensed. The straps holding her in the fetal position creaked, threatening to snap under the strain. Finally, the intensity of the pain overcame her, and Katie passed out.

Mrs. Kellerman stood up and the judge zipped the suitcase closed. "Shall we go?" he asked.

"Let's," his wife replied. "But I want to take Katie's remaining artwork with us. Perhaps we can have some fun with it another time."

---

Beth's back ached. She'd had her ass thrust up in the air for hours. Further sleep was out of the question - she couldn't possibly rest without lowering her ass and triggering another horrible shock from the large plug wedged in her butthole. Instead she waited. She stared at her face in the mirror positioned ahead of her. After she had finished 'thanking' Midori, the angry Asian added her own piss to the toilet and then used her rag to clean up Beth's face and apply firey red lipstick to her lips. All things considered, Beth looked pretty good. Midori had a talent for cosmetics despite her unwilling model. Beth had been warned as Midori left not to cry and let her tears ruin her makeup before her date.

A while later, staring in the mirror at her hopeless situation, Beth hadn't noticed that a new visitor had entered her cell. It wasn't until he walked up beside her and planted a boot on her hip that she became aware of his presence, which he announced with a kick that sent her flopping over onto her side.

"Aiyeee!" Beth squealed as the electric plug inside her ass fired again and again, jolting her body as she scrambled back up onto her knees.

"You're just as pathetic as I imagined you would be."

Beth, gasping for breath, looked up at the man. He was a dead ringer for the handsome gentleman she'd seen on her dating app - the man she'd confided in, the man she thought might be 'the one'.

"Victor," she whispered.

The man scowled. "That's Master V to you, slave!" 

He kicked her over onto her side again. Beth's body jerked in electric agony once more. She struggled against the painful shocks to lift her ass up in the air.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"To serve you, sir," Beth sobbed.

"Wrong." He tipped her over again, but this time he pinned her to the ground with his heavy boot. "You are here to be punished. You are here to suffer. You are here to scream."

And scream she did. Beth flopped on the ground like a fish out of water. She writhed and squirmed under the electric assault blasting her ass. "Please, sir! Please!" she begged between screams.

Master V finally relented and Beth climbed back to her knees, shaking. "You are also here to serve me. As long as you keep me happy I will be in charge of your punishment. If you displease me then Mistress XS has agreed to take over."

Beth shuddered at the thought. The last time she'd seen Mistress XS she had spent nearly forty eight hours straddling her cruel wooden pony, forced to beg for more and worse punishment for the prospect of being left off, only to be tortured anyway and left on the pony. When she was finally let off, Mistress XS pondered how long she would have her ride 'next time'. Fortunately, her rescue by the police prevented her from finding out.

"There are three things for you to know. One, I like my slaves dressed in tight leather. You will be fucked in leather. You will be punished in leather. By the time I'm through with you, you will associate the smell of leather with the crack of my whip and a dick in your ass.

Two, when I enter a room you will immediately drop to your knees, spread your butt cheeks, and beg me to fuck your asshole.

Three, in case you couldn't tell by now, I like going in the back door. But the only lubrication you're going to get is what you can produce from that worthless cunt of yours. If your hands are free then you are to rub your pussy when I'm not around. Make yourself nice and wet, but you do not have permission to cum. If I find out that you came, you will be severely punished. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," Beth said.

"Repeat it back to me."

"My master enjoys me in tight leather. I will be raped in leather and punished in leather. When my master enters a room I will drop to my knees, spread my butt cheeks and beg my master to fuck my ass."

"And why aren't you doing that right now, cunt?" Master V growled. He kicked Beth over again, setting off another series of shocks from the butt plug.

"Ahh! Ahhh! No!" Beth scrambled back onto her knees and thrust her rear into the air. She realized now why her hands had been chained near her thighs. She reached around to her back and set a hand on each butt cheek. She winced as she did so - it was only yesterday that Helga and Midori had brutally beaten her ass before dousing it in acid and burning it with irons, not to mention the hellish ride on the spiked chair. The blisters and bruises had only recently set in, and pressing on them now reawakened all the pain from before. She groaned as she spread her battered cheeks.

"Good. Continue," Master V said.

"When my master is not around I will play with myself so that I am wet when he returns, but I am not allowed to cum."

"And why are you here?"

"I am here to be punished," Beth replied, breaking down as she said it. Black tears poured from the mascara on her eyes.

"That's right," Master V agreed. "I'm going to step away for a bit. When I return we'll finally spend some quality time together."

When her master left, Beth released her hold on her aching ass cheeks, but remembering her instructions, her hand moved to her pussy and began stroking her folds while she sobbed in despair.

---

The box truck rumbled along the road. They were nearly at their destination. Of course, Tania didn't know that. She was hard at work in the back of the vehicle searching for the last few grains of black rice to deposit into the bowl. She spotted one on the far side of the van and shuffled over. With her ankles bound to her thighs and her arms strapped together at wrist and elbow behind her back, it was slow going. Her knees ached from traveling over the uncooked grains of white rice between her and her target. She was sure her knees must be bleeding by now, though she couldn't tell due to the tight rubber bodysuit that covered nearly her entire body. The thin rubber did nothing to protect her. In fact, it only made her more miserable. It was hot in the back of the truck and the tight rubber didn't allow the sweat accumulating on her tired skin to evaporate. With every movement she could feel the large dildos stuffed in her pussy and ass shift about. They were both held in place by a thin, tight crotch strap that felt like it was slowly sawing her in two.

Tania inched past the sarcophagus holding Hannah. About an hour ago the poor girl's frayed mind had finally broken. Instead of the periodic pained screams that accompanied the powerful electric shocks that played out alongside the audio track being blasted into her ears, Hannah's screams had become continuous. The fear, the pain, the desperation, the anticipation of what awaited her, the crippling claustrophobia - it all added up until it became too much for her to deal with. Tania wondered if the girl that came out of that box would still remain sane.

She finally reached the grain of black rice. She positioned herself so that she had the best chance of grabbing the grain between her sore lips without causing her magnetic nipple clamps to snap onto the metal floor of the truck. She succeeded about half the time, though as the trip went on she found herself being less and less successful. Part of that was fatigue, for sure, but the other part of it was that Tania was certain that her nipples were being stretched by the frequent tug of the clamps while she worked.

Tania carefully bent forward, the tired muscles in her lower back protesting as she carefully stretched her lips to the floor and closed around the grain of rice. It was at that moment that Olga, who was monitoring Tania via the display mounted on her dash, suddenly jerked the steering wheel to the side. Tania was tossed forward, bumping her nose into the floor. Click! Clack! It was the too familiar sound of the magnets on her nipple clamps latching onto the floor. Tania banged her head on the ground in frustration.

She lay there for a moment, feeling sorry for herself. She opened her eyes and saw the sea of white rice spilled all about. Her stomach rumbled. She hadn't eaten in nearly a day, when she'd been given a can of dog food and as much water as she could drink out of a dirty toilet. Surely Mistress Olga wouldn't be able to account for a few missing grains of rice from all this, she thought. Tania slurped a few of the white grains into her mouth. She beamed triumphantly at her small act of defiance, the rice tasting sweet on her tongue as she sucked on them to soften them up. But little did Tania know that Olga had prepared for such disobedience - all the white rice had been treated with a powerful laxative. In a few hours time, Tania would be wracked by terrible cramps. When her mistress saw that she was trying to shit her brains out, she would know what happened and Tania would be severely punished.

For now, though, Tania blithely sucked on her treat while she struggled back to the bowl to deposit the black rice. She decided to keep the weights stuck to the floor this time, dragging her aching nipples along rather than ripping herself free before moving. She figured that if she currently had Olga's attention then the cruel woman would toss her back down again before she made it back, and peeling the magnetic weights from the floor twice was far worse than tugging at her aching tits as she plowed her way along.

She made it back to the bowl. Now she really did have to free the magnets in order to deposit the grain. She paused to psyche herself up. She took a deep breath and yanked herself back, hard and fast. Her breasts flared with intense pain. Tania flew back, feeling lightheaded, swallowing the agony in her chest. She'd tried prying herself from the floor a dozen different ways by now. All were agonizing, but she found that this way was, at least, faster and had a greater chance of success.

Tania caught her breath and deposited the rice into the bowl. She turned to see where her next target was, but couldn't find any. Might she be done? she wondered. She turned around and meticulously counted the grains in the bowl - one hundred. She did it! Tania beamed with pride. Olga thought she had given her an insurmountable task, but she'd done it. Tania sat back triumphantly and leaned against the wall to take a much deserved rest.

It was at that moment that Olga approached a particular hill near the Group XS headquarters which she had been keeping an eye out for. Now she saw it up ahead. She gripped the steering wheel tight. In the back, Tania felt a surge of acceleration as Olga pressed the accelerator. The truck crested the hill at speed. There was a brief moment where all three occupants, Tania, Hannah, and Olga, felt weightless as the truck's momentum carried it upward. Then, Olga twisted the wheel as the truck slammed back down to Earth. Everything and everyone in the truck was tossed roughly about. Tires squeezed as Tania lurched hard against the wall and then was slammed to the floor. Click! Clack! Her nipple clamps latched onto the metal ground. Even Hannah, entombed within her dark, hellish sarcophagus slid several inches along the floor of the truck. The white rice, already scattered about the truck, bounced wildly and was redistributed about the space.

Tania lifted her head from the ground in a daze. What happened? Had they been in a traffic accident? Her eyes focused on a point on the ground in front of her. She saw a single grain of black rice. A few inches away from it, there was another. And another. And another. Tania's heart raced. She tore herself free from the floor to look in the bowl. It was nearly empty!

Scattered all around her was the black rice she had worked so hard to collect. Olga's maneuver had tossed it out of the bowl and back to the ground. In the cab of the truck, Olga laughed triumphantly. She jerked the steering wheel quickly to the left and then to the right. Tania braced herself against the sharp turns, but the rice gathered around her scattered all over the rear of the truck. She had to start again, almost from the beginning!

"No!" Tania screamed. "It's not fair! It's not fair! Fuck you! Fuck you, you fucking bitch!" She leaned up against the side of the truck and cried. She couldn't win. She could never win. She was Group XS's plaything - she could only suffer.

Bereft, Tania recollected herself and began her task anew. She leaned down to grab a grain of rice. Click! Clack! Her cruel nipple clamps snapped onto the floor again. She cried in despair.

---

Beth had been left by herself for nearly an hour awaiting the return of her master. All that time, she'd been diligently rubbing her pussy - alternately massaging her clit and finger fucking her slit. Her reward was a set of slippery fingers and the female equivalent of blue balls. She didn't know when Master V would return and she wanted to be ready for him. It wasn't easy getting herself turned on while bound to the floor with her plugged ass held high in the air, but she didn't relish the prospect of being ass raped by her master dry. And, more importantly, she didn't want to disappoint him to where he would want to turn her over to Mistress XS. Beth was convinced that there was nothing Master V could do to her that would rate on the same level as a punishment from the most cruel and wicked woman she'd ever met.

Beth sensed the door to her cell opening. She glanced in the mirror and saw her handsome master enter. She immediately stiffened up. She arched her back, thrusting her ass high in the air and planted her hands on her rear. She grimaced as she spread her cheeks wide.

"Hello, master. Please would you fuck my ass?" She gave an enticing wiggle.

Master V smiled. "You're a cheap date," he remarked. "I didn't even have to buy you dinner." He came up behind her. "Have been doing as I asked while I was away?"

"Yes, sir. I've gotten so wet thinking about your hard cock pounding my ass," she lied. "Please fuck me good. I need your cock inside me."

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

Master V knelt down behind Beth. He grabbed ahold of the butt plug that Midori had forced into her ass hours before and yanked it out. He switched off its insidious electric trigger and placed it in front of Beth's face. "Clean that up."

Without hesitation Beth started licking all up and down the shit-streaked butt plug making 'yum' sounds as she worked, hoping her feigned enthusiasm would please her master and disguise the total revulsion that she felt.

"I have to admit, I've been looking forward to this since I first messaged you. Tell me what you are," he said, tracing his fingers along the stamped letters on her latex panties.

Beth paused her licking. "I'm your naughty butt slut, master. Use me. Abuse me. I am your fuck toy. Do anything you want to me."

Master V slipped his hard cock from his pants and admired Beth's gaping rear hole, still spread wide by her hands. He prodded at her gushing, wet pussy with the tip of his dick. Beth cooed as he entered her. Despite her situation, she'd spent the past hour in a state of heightened arousal and the feeling of her master's member sliding into her was pure bliss. He gingerly moved his dick in and out, in and out, encouraged by Beth's, now authentic, moans of pleasure. In and out, in and out, Master V seemed to be holding back, but Beth was being driven wild.

"Oh, master. Oh, master," she gasped while he fucked her. "Please, may I cum?"

"No!" This seemed to be the signal Master V was waiting for. Now he held nothing back. His tender strokes morphed to a battering ram. Beth stiffened in pain as she felt his whole length slam into her. She realized now that Master V's cock was bigger than she had thought. Nine inches of hard thick dick plowed into her pussy. She screamed as he bottomed out on her cervix, still bruised from the deep fucking she'd gotten from the bouncy chair earlier.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Stop! Please!" Beth screamed. She pulled her hands from her ass cheeks to try and protect herself.

Master V slammed his fist into her backside, drawing new screams. "Spread your ass!" he roared.

Beth complied while Master V continued to fuck her like a ragdoll. Only her collar chained to the floor kept her from sliding across the room with each thrust. Then without breaking rhythm, Master V pulled his cock all the way out of Beth's pussy and rammed it hard into her asshole. Beth screamed in pain and shock as she took nine inches of hard dick all the way up her ass in one go.

"No! No!" she begged as he reamed her ass just as hard as he had her pussy. He silenced her by grabbing her hooded head and forcing her mouth over the upturned butt plug, then he shoved her face to the floor. Beth gagged as the tip hit the back of her throat. He held her down while continuing to slam her ass.

"Keep your nose to the concrete," he commanded as he adjusted position to fuck her even harder. He grabbed onto her bruised tits, using them as handholds to pull her back as he drove himself forward. Beth held on for dear life. Her eyes watered as she tried her best to keep her face pressed to the floor. Her gags made her whole body tense, causing her clenched ass to massage her master's cock while he railed her.

Finally, after several more minutes of hard, violent fucking, Master V came. Beth could feel his cock spasm as he filled her bowels with hot cum. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Master V exclaimed, tightening his grasp on Beth's tits until she groaned along with him.

He slid his messy dick from her quivering ass. Then he undid the lock keeping her neck trapped to the floor. Beth felt lightheaded as he lifted her to her knees, allowing her to be upright for the first time in hours.

"Clean my dick, slut," he ordered, wagging his flaccid shit-streaked cock in her face. Beth got to work licking and sucking her master clean, fighting to resist the urge to puke while she did so. She continued well after her master's cock was spotless in an effort to impress him.

By the time he finally commanded her to stop, most of the cum he had planted in her ass had leaked out of her gaping hole, leaving a puddle on the floor beneath her. He commanded her to expel the rest, enjoying watching her grunt and grimace while she pushed it out of her sore ass. "Now lick it up."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." She spun around and started lapping at the cum, mixed with her own blood and shit. She used her shackled hands to spread her ass cheeks once more, hoping to please him with her submissiveness.

When Master V dragged her to her knees again Beth caught a glance at herself in the mirror. Oh, how far she had fallen in just twenty four hours. Dried black tears trailed down her face. Her red lipstick had smeared all over her mouth, mixed with filth and grime. Her tied purple tits were peppered with dark bruises. The rest of her body remained covered in tight, oppressive leather save for her swollen red pussy that peeked out between her legs.

"Don't we make a nice couple?" Master V asked, noticing her despairing glance. He dragged her over to the mirror for a better look. He, in his well fitting comfortable clothes, and her, kneeling at his side, bound and beaten, held up by his finger looped through a ring in her collar.

"Yes, sir," Beth agreed, fighting back fresh tears. This was her new life - if she was lucky. If she wasn't then she would find herself in the service of the evil Mistress XS, whose cruelty was only matched by her creativity. Little did Beth know, that was her destiny regardless. Master V had dangled the possibility of service to him in order to ensure her compliance. But Beth's fate was sealed the moment she agreed to testify against Group XS. Her future only held pain, suffering, humiliation, and despair.

"Come," he said, dragging her over to the toilet. He lifted the seat. "Drink."

Before Beth could even voluntarily lower her lips to the piss tainted water, Master V put a hand on the back of her head and shoved her face beneath the surface. Beth snorted some of the liquid into her nose. She struggled against the pressure on the back of her head, trying to lift herself above the surface. Master V spanked her ass with his free hand. Beth's screams manifested as a flurry of bubbles churning up from the water. "Drink!"

The command finally got through to Beth. She gulped down the liquid surrounding her face. As her breath nearly ran out Master V yanked her above the surface. Beth panted for air as the piss water stung her eyes. "Again." He thrust her face back into the bowl. This time Beth was able to take a breath before she was dunked beneath the surface. She slurped up as much as she could before running out of breath. "Again." This continued until Beth had finally drank the water level low enough that her lips no longer reached the surface. Master V pulled her back upright. The liquid sloshed uncomfortably in her full stomach.

Now she was dragged over to the cot and tossed onto the thin, dirty mattress. Master V locked the end of a long, heavy chain to her collar. The other end was fastened to a ring in the wall. He gathered the large butt plug from the floor and fiddled with a few switches on it, then he shoved it into her mouth. Next he produced a panel gag that he positioned over her mouth to hold the plug in place. Beth, still trying to stay on her master's good side, lifted her head to allow him easier access to the buckles on the back of the gag. However, when she tipped her chin downward, the electric shock feature of the plug activated. Beth screamed as the current surged through her body, hammering at her head and blossoming into an instant headache.

"Haha!" Master V laughed. "I adjusted the gravity switch on that. You'll want to keep it perfectly upright from now on."

Beth moaned, careful to keep her head level while her master tightened down the panel gag, which forced the plug deeper into her mouth, poking at her throat and causing her to choke.

Master V stood up. "You did well today, slave. But don't expect me to go so easy on you tomorrow. You may move around your cell, if you want, though I expect you to be ready for me when I return in the morning."

He left, closing and locking the door behind him. Beth lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She'd rather not have any more pressure on her sore ass, but the electric plug didn't really give her any better options. She was afraid to fall asleep, since it might cause her head to tip to the side, but eventually her exhaustion got the better of her. She nodded off, dreaming of the horrors that awaited her in the days ahead.