The Gathering Storm - A Group XS Story

Georgina Grace trudged up the driveway to her house. She'd just finished a double shift overnight at the diner and now she wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a comfortable bed. She raised her key to put it in the lock but was surprised that the door slid open on its own when she touched it. Not only was it not locked, it was unlatched.

"Those girls," she sighed to herself. Her identical twin daughters, Serena and Alex, had apparently left the door open - again. They really ought to know better by now. They'd just graduated high school and were headed to college in the fall. That's part of the reason why Georgina had to work a double shift - college was expensive. But she'd do anything for her girls. She wanted them to have every opportunity that she didn't.

She'd gotten pregnant when she was just a teenager. Her 'loving' boyfriend bailed on her before the twins were even born. College was out of the question, she had to get a job to help take care of her family. She often wondered what life would have been like if she'd done like her sister, Catherine - gotten her degree, moved into the city, earned a job as an up and coming prosecutor. Instead, here she was - single, in her mid-thirties, behind on rent, working a dead end job as a waitress at a twenty-four hour truck stop, putting up with horny truckers who'd place their cups at the far end of the table so that they could look down her blouse when she bent over to refill their coffee, or dropping their silverware so they could peek up her skirt when she picked it up. Today near the end of her shift she had let her frustration and exhaustion get to her, she slapped a regular to the diner after he pinched her ass. It was only after she was forced to profusely apologize to him that she was able to keep her job. The entire incident made her get home even later than she normally would.

Georgina walked up the stairs, eager to shed her work clothes and jump into the shower. As she turned to enter her room she heard a sound coming down the hall from the girls' room. She figured she'd go see what they were up to - she got to see so little of them lately with her working nights, and soon they'd be off to college and she'd be all alone. She saw the light was on in their room. She pushed the door open and was stunned at what she saw.

Her two beautiful young daughters were bound and naked, hanging from the ceiling by their tits! Each had her mouth wrapped around a large red ballgag, stifling all but the grunts and groans that emanated from the pair. Blindfolds covered their eyes, wrapping around their heads just below their long, blond ponytails. Their hands had been twisted up behind their backs and bound into a tangle of ropes that circled around to their chest. Serena and Alex had both developed the same large bust that their mother and their aunt had, and those ropes wrapped tightly around each girl's tits at the base, causing them to bulge obscenely and darken to a light purple. There was an extra loop of rope that protruded from this intricate tie and, to Georgina's horror, this was what was used to suspend the girls from the ceiling!

Someone had drilled a heavy duty ring into the drywall up above the pair. A four foot long metal bar hung from its middle on the ring. On either end of the bar was a hook which supported a loop of rope from one of the girls. The roughly equal weight of the pair kept the bar perfectly balanced. The girls' ankles were each held apart by a three foot spreader bar. Positioned beneath the girls, between their legs and spanning the distance between them, was a long triangular piece of wood. It was held above the floor by sturdy legs that put it at a height a few inches below the girls' naked pussies.

Georgina quickly snapped out of the initial shock from seeing her girls so pained and vulnerable. "Serena! Alex!" she screamed.

The appearance of their mother seemed to reanimate the girls. They twisted toward the sound of her scream. "Mmmph! Nnngh! Unnngh!" they cried in a chorus of unintelligible protests.

Georgina quickly raced across the room to rescue her daughters. She ran up behind Alex, wrapping her arms around the girl's thin waist so that she could lift her down from her breast suspension. Alex twisted in her mother's grasp, desperately trying to explain something, but her words were mangled by her gag.

What Georgina had failed to realize in her haste was that lifting one girl would cause the other to drop. What Georgina had also failed to notice was the rigid, horsehair-covered dildo positioned below each girl, with the tip just resting at the entrance to her pussy.

With the strength of an angry momma grizzly, Georgina practically threw Alex into the air, easily slipping the loop of rope connecting her daughter's tits to the ceiling off of the bar. Georgina toppled backwards with Alex in her arms. There was a shrill scream as Serena, on the other end of the now unbalanced bar, fell down onto the wooden pony. The scratchy horsehair dildo scoured its way into her cunt, stopping only when her pelvis slammed into the peak of the hard wood between her legs. Serena, who had landed flatfooted from the unexpected drop, reflexively bobbed up onto tiptoe to escape the mind shattering pain. Unfortunately, this only caused the horsehair dildo to reverse direction, scraping through her pussy once more. Serena pushed herself as high up as she possibly could in a futile effort to lift herself off of the awful dildo violating her cunt, but with her legs held wide by the spreader bar, the effort was hopeless.

"I told you she liked Thing 1 better," said a man stepping out from concealment behind the open door. "Pay up, Brian."

Two more men appeared from inside the closet and another stood up from behind a dresser. One of the men from the closet handed a few bills to the man who had spoken. "That's not fair, Glen," he said. "Thing 2 was farther from the door."

"Then you shouldn't have made the bet, dummy."

While the two debated, Georgina got up from the floor and turned to rescue Serena from the wooden pony that she straddled. Glen took a step towards her. "That's far enough, momma. You made your decision."

Georgina spun quickly. Her balled fist flashed toward Glen's nose, but the man was expecting it and easily deflected her blow. Undeterred, she lunged for his throat with both hands. Before she could come close, however, one of the other intruders came up behind her and slipped a loop of steel cable around her neck. He was wielding one of those tools used by animal control to subdue wild beasts - a five foot long pole with a loop of cable on one end and the means of tightening that loop on the other.

Georgina broke off her attack as she felt the noose tighten around her neck. The man holding the pole twisted her back to the floor while she scrabbled at the tight garrote cutting off her air supply. Alex tried to come to her mother's aid, but with her hands bound behind her back and a spreader bar fastened on her ankles she was practically useless. "Gary, tie up Thing 1," Glen ordered.

Alex squealed as she was peeled away from her mother by a tug on her ponytail. She was hauled up onto the bed and set down next to a pile of ropes.

"Carl, ease off a little. We don't want momma to pass out until we're done with her," Glen instructed the man with the pole. Clearly Glen was the one in charge.

Carl loosened the cable. Georgina had already collapsed to the floor with her face turning blue, she gasped as the cable relaxed. Glen stepped closer, towering over her. "You're a feisty one. I like that," he said, gazing down at her.

Georgina took advantage of the loosened cable around her neck and she lunged at Glen. He swiftly stepped back out of her range and Carl tightened the noose as he wrestled her to the floor again. Glen smiled while he watched her scratching at her neck, trying to loosen the strangle hold that threatened to kill her.

Glen made a gesture and Carl lifted the pole, dragging Georgina to her knees. The cable was loosened just enough so that she could breathe, though her face remained a deep red.

"That wasn't very nice," Glen said. "Are you going to cooperate, or do we need to punish your daughters until you do?"

There was a shriek as Brian lumbered over to Serena and kicked the back of her knee. The blindfolded girl slammed back down onto the ridge of the wooden pony, driving the abrasive dildo back into her cunt with a scream. She popped right back up to her toes, her legs trembling in pain while she sobbed. Meanwhile, Alex had had the spreader bar removed from her legs and she had been bound in a tight hogtie. Gary was just tightening the rope that affixed her ankles to her ponytail. Alex squealed as he yanked out all the slack, bending her neck back at a severe angle and pulling hard on her hair. Her bound, swollen breasts bulged out from beneath her.

"No! Stop!" Georgina rasped.

"You're going to cooperate?" Glen asked.

"Yes, but let my girls go."

Smack! Smack! Glen struck her across the face hard enough to send her sprawling to the floor, but Carl's grip on the pole held her in place. "I'm not making deals here, cunt!" Glen growled. "You're going to do what I say, or you and your brats are going to suffer the consequences. Understand?"

"Yes," Georgina sobbed.

"Good. Why don't you stand up and show us what you're hiding under those clothes?"

Carl guided Georgina to her feet via the noose. Georgina's trembling fingers starting working down the buttons on her blouse, when she got to the last one she shrugged the garment off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Next she unzipped her skirt and let it fall off her hips. Standing there in her matching red bra and panties, Georgina froze.

"What's the matter, momma? Shy? Your girls weren't too modest to show us the goods earlier," Glen chuckled. "Of course, we didn't ask them quite so nicely as we did you. Why don't you guys take off their blindfolds so that they see what momma's got too?"

Gary reached over to the hogtied Alex and removed her blindfold. She blinked against the bright light then her brows furrowed in distress as she focused on her captured mother a few feet away. Brian nuzzled up behind Serena on her perch. First he removed her blindfold, then his hands sank lower to fondle her bound tits. Georgina could see his hard cock straining against his pants, pressing into the small of her back.

"Get your hands off of her, you scumbag!" Georgina raged. Carl needed to tighten his grip on the pole to keep her from lunging at his associate.

"Just my hands?" Brian asked. "Ok." He stepped back and kicked Serena in the back of the legs again. Georgina and Alex cried out in unison as they saw Serena plunge down onto the wooden pony once more. This time she was a little slower to bob back up from the insidious ridge - a testament to the growing fatigue in her tired legs.

Carl wrestled Georgina back into position, standing before Glen. Georgina looked back and forth between her two helpless daughters, their eyes focused on her. They were counting on her to save them, but she'd fallen into their captors' trap so easily. 

Someone had taken a grease pencil and written Thing 1 across Alex's forehead and Thing 2 on Serena's. That's what they see us as, she thought - things. They'll use us and discard us like objects. She'd heard the stories from her sister about all the lowlifes prowling the streets, and here was a gang of them in her own home.

"Enough stalling," Glen growled. "Let's see what you got."

Georgina sighed. She closed her eyes as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her heavy breasts fell as she lowered it to the floor. Glen gave out an appreciative whistle. "Nice," he said. "Especially for an older gal. If I didn't know any better I'd have thought the three of you were sisters." He gestured to her hips. "Now lose the panties. I want to see if the carpet matches the drapes."

Georgina hooked her thumbs into her panties and shimmied out of them. She could feel all eyes on her as they hit the floor. "Well I guess I'll have to keep wondering, cause you went and waxed the floor," Glen laughed as he glared at her bald pussy. "See that, girls? Your momma must be a real slut. She keeps it nice and tidy down there."

Georgina could feel her face blush bright red in humiliation. With a twist of the noose, Carl brought her to her knees. "Well now," Glen said. "It looks like what we have here is three beautiful ladies and four horny gentlemen. I'm no mathematician, but I believe that usually equals a good time."

"No, please!" Georgina begged. "Leave them alone. Take me!"

"My, my! Momma really is a slut! You think you can handle all four of us alone? We've been waiting a while for you to come home, there's a bit of pent up demand for relief."

"Yes, please! I'll do anything you want! Just leave them be!"

"Anything, eh?" Glen pretended to think for a second. "I've always been a sucker for a girl in sexy lingerie. We just so happened to find this when we were rifling through your things earlier. Why don't you start by putting that on?"

He tossed a bag at her feet. Georgina opened it up and saw the lingerie that her sister, Catherine, had bought for her at her last birthday. She'd been too embarrassed to even try it on, it was so slutty and revealing. She took the black silk panties and slid them up her legs, as the material slid up over her hips she could feel the split crotch nestle over her pussy and ass. Next was the matching silk half-cup bra. Once she'd fitted it around her chest she could tell how it seemed to showcase her tits to the entire room. Finally was the garter belt and black stockings. She could practically hear the intruders getting hard as she daintily slipped the stockings up her legs and clipped them in place. A pair of shiny black heels completed the look.

Being dressed in the lingerie, Georgina felt more naked than when she was wearing nothing at all. She was now just a sex object. But it was up to her to distract these monsters from her girls, and she would do whatever it takes.

She stood up and Glen tossed her a pair of handcuffs. "Behind your back," he insisted. "Then Carl will let you go, if you promise to be good."

Georgina nodded assent and cuffed her wrists together behind her back. Carl loosened the noose and slipped it over her head. There was a bright red ring around her neck from where the cable had cut into her skin.

"If you think you can handle all four of us, then you'd better put us in the mood. Let's see you dance for us," Glen suggested.

Georgina looked around at the four bulging trousers of the intruders and didn't think they needed any more encouragement. They just wanted her to humiliate and debase herself. One of the men took out his phone and turned on some music. Georgina, unsure what to do, began awkwardly dancing. Her face flushed red in embarrassment and the men hooted, jeered, and mocked her. Eventually, Georgina, who hadn't had much experience moving around in high heels, stumbled and fell to her knees in front of Carl. She paused face to face with his crotch.

"Looks like she can't wait to suck my cock," Carl chuckled. "I knew she liked me best." He slipped his dick from his pants and presented it to Georgina. Georgina nearly gagged from the smell. She wondered if the man had ever washed himself. She cringed as she took his foul member in her mouth and started to lick and suck it. Someone else knelt down behind her and started fingering her pussy. She could feel his calloused fingers enter her dry cunt and start poking around.

"Let's get her to the bed," someone suggested to unanimous agreement.

Alex was shunted off to the floor, groaning as the tight ropes of her hogtie were used to wrangle her down, carefully positioning her so that she could get a good view of her mother's rape. She squealed as she felt rough fingers slide up into her pussy. "Hey, this one's a lot tighter than her momma. I wonder if she's a virgin?"

Georgina spit out the dick lodged in her mouth. "No! Leave her alone!"

Smack! A strike across the face left her dazed. "Shut up and get fucking if you don't want them to share our cocks," Glen warned, presenting his dick to her face. She took his cock into her mouth while Carl climbed onto the bed and started fucking her doggy style. Her lingerie was peeled off almost as quickly as it had been put on as she was tossed about by her rapists. He was not gentle and Georgina soon found herself bracing her body against Glen while he fucked her face. Georgina was tossed forward and back by alternating thrusts from Glen and Carl while they spit roasted her. Georgina gagged while Glen rammed his cock into the back of her throat over and over again.

It was only a few minutes before Carl came. He blasted his load deep inside Georgina's cunt, then stepped aside so one of his companions could have a turn. Gary quickly took his place, hammering away at her messy pussy. Glen magnanimously made way for Brian even though he hadn't cum himself yet. Brian took hold of Georgina's long, blond hair and used it as a handle to batter her tonsils. He was determined to get her to deepthroat his cock. Glen was content to play with her tits while they rocked back and forth under the onslaught of the new duo. Carl, meanwhile, had taken up position behind Serena as she teetered above the wooden pony. He was kissing her neck and fondling the swollen nipples of her bound tits.

Brian finally managed to overcome Georgina's gag reflex and ram his cock all the way down her throat. Georgina's eyes bugged out of her head while she choked on his dick. This latest pair came at nearly the same time - Gary mixing his load with Carl's cum that was oozing out of her pussy onto the bed, and Brian blasting his hot, sticky seed all over her face, firing rope after rope of cum into her hair, her eyes, her mouth.

Now Glen had Georgina all to himself. He shuffled around behind her and Georgina braced herself for another brutal rape. She gasped as she felt the tip of his cock press against her anus. "No! No! Not there!" she pleaded.

Glen paused. "Oh? Well I'm fucking somebody in the ass today. It's either you or your girls. Which is it?"

Georgina sobbed as she presented her rear end to her rapist.

"Go on," Glen taunted her. "Beg me."

"Please. Please. Put your dick in my ass," Georgina cried. "Fuck me in the - arrrrgh!"

Glen snorted up a loogie and spit on her rear hole, then plunged in with his hard rod. Alex and Serena had tried to look away, but Glen's associates grabbed their faces and made them watch. They emitted empathetic wails as they saw their mother aggressively sodomized. Glen grabbed Georgina's shackled wrists and used them for leverage to drive himself harder and deeper. Her face was driven into the mattress as he rammed himself in and out. He was balls deep when he finally came, blasting his load far up her ass with a satisfied grunt.

Georgina slumped to the mattress when he pulled out. She had cum oozing out of every hole and smeared all over her face. Glen slid off the bed, she felt him grasp a handful of hair and turn her head towards him. She locked eyes with his filthy, shit-streaked cock.

Before he could order her to lick it clean, though, a new figure entered the room. A broad shouldered female police officer, wearing a crisp sheriff's hat stormed in. Her hand rested on the handle of her pistol, nestled in the holster on her belt.

"Oh, thank goodness!" Georgina exclaimed. "You have to help us, officer. We were kidnapped and tied up. They've done terrible things to us and..."

The police officer ignored Georgina and took a step toward Glen. "What the hell is going on here?" she demanded.

Glen turned pale like he'd seen a ghost. Before he could answer the woman took another step toward him. "You were supposed to be at the warehouse an hour ago! What's the fucking hold up?" she barked.

As fast as hope for rescue had come, it was quickly dashed as Georgina realized that the police officer was in cahoots with the intruders.

"The mom was home late from work. We were just having a little fun, Sheriff Spite," Glen replied sheepishly.

"I can see that. We're not paying you to have fun. Get your ass moving. I want these sluts packed up and in the van in five minutes," Sheriff Spite ordered. She tossed a set of keys at one of Glen's lackeys. "You drive my cruiser. I want to ride in the back of the van with the girls."

The sheriff stormed out of the room. Glen turned to his associates. "Alright. You heard the boss. Let's get them packed up."

Gary and Carl went to Alex. Gary shook open an extra large trash bag and slipped it over her body while Carl held her up. The hogtied girl thrashed around within, flailing and screaming into her gag. Carl sealed up the bag and took her out of the room and downstairs.

Meanwhile, Glen and Brian went after Serena. The poor girl had been straddling the wooden pony this entire time. Her tired legs had long since failed to support her entire weight and she was now propping herself up with the aid of the peaked ridge running between her legs. Glen and Brian each bent down to an ankle and removed the spreader bar holding her legs apart, but Serena wasn't allowed to close her legs and stand up straight. Instead, each man grabbed her ankle and folded it up against her thigh, using a leather belt to fasten it in place. Serena wailed and screamed as her entire weight was now supported by the ridge. She quickly realized that flailing about only made the pain worse. She held herself still, propped up on the pony by the dildo wedged in her pussy and the rope holding her bound breasts to the ceiling, no longer suspending her, but keeping her from tipping off the wooden ridge.

Georgina saw her daughter's distress and pulled herself up to come to her rescue. "Not so fast, darling," Gary said as he shoved her back down and held her. He pulled out a few more ropes and tied Georgina's elbows together.

"Let me go you son of a bitch!" she wailed.

Gary paused wrapping ropes around her legs and found Georgina's discarded red panties from the floor. He balled them up and shoved them into her mouth, then smoothed a strip of duct tape over her lips to keep them in place.

Glen stepped back to watch Serena suffer on the wooden pony while Brian went to get another trash bag. Gary resumed binding Georgina's ankles to her thighs. After he finished that he buckled a tight leather belt around her waist, just above her hips. The belt had an additional strap of leather that ran up between her legs, however, instead of another buckle to fasten that strap, it had a sort of ratchet mechanism with a lever. As Gary worked the lever there was a 'click, click' from the ratchet and the strap drew tighter. Georgina grunted as the strap pulled tighter and tighter. It parted her pussy, grinding into her labia. It squeezed between her butt cheeks, embedding itself deeper than a thong. Georgina pleaded through her tape gag for him to stop as she felt the leather belt pulling down hard on her hips. The leather creaked against the strain, threatening to snap under the pressure before Gary finally stopped. Georgina felt like the crotch strap was cutting her in two. She had briefly forgotten Serena's plight under her own terrible ordeal.

Brian returned with the trash bag. He set it down and he and Glen each took up position on either side of Serena to lift her off the pony. Serena howled as she was lifted free from the awful ridge but again felt the bristly horsehair dildo scour her insides. They lifted her nearly free from the abrasive cock, then Glen gave Brian a devilish wink. In unison, the duo lowered Serena back down to rest on the wooden ridge. Serena screamed in surprise from the unexpected reentry. The men lifted and lowered her several more times. Serena's frantic screams shocked Georgina out of her agonizing stupor.

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Georgina cried in protest.

"What's the matter, momma?" Glen mocked. "Jealous that you're not the only one getting a good fucking?"

The pair finally lifted Serena free from the pony and, with the help of Gary, sealed her up in a trash bag and took her away. Alone with the intruders now, Georgina was set squatting on the floor. Somehow during her rapes she had managed to keep her shoes on. She rocked back on her high heels, feeling the strain of the crotch strap cutting through her. Glen found the pole and noose that had been used on her earlier and slipped it over her neck.

"Let's go," he said. "Brian, you clean up in here. I want no sign that we were ever here."

Glen shoved the pole, forcing Georgina to lead the way out of the room, taking the tiny steps required to walk with her ankles bound to her thighs. She nearly strangled herself on the noose as she navigated her way down the stairs. When they exited the front door Georgina had one last hope that a neighbor would see her, but her own car blocked one side and tall bushes blocked the other. There was a well concealed path down to the van waiting at the end of the drive with its side door open.

She was shoved into the van, landing on her side at the feet of the treacherous sheriff. She could see the two black trash bags writhing about with her girls inside, as well. Glen slipped the noose off of her neck and slammed the door closed. The engine of the van started up and she could feel them backing out of the driveway.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Georgina grunted at the sheriff.

"Did you have something to say?" Sheriff Spite asked.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Georgina gestured with her head towards the trash bags. She wasn't sure how much fresh air her girls had left within the sealed plastic bags. She worried her twins would soon suffocate.

The sheriff reached down and tore the tape from Georgina's mouth. "Ahhh! You have to get them out of those bags! They can't breathe!"

Sheriff Spite sat back and thought for a moment. "Ok," she finally said. She pulled a knife off of her belt and slashed the bag containing Alex from top to bottom. Alex huffed and puffed in relief as the cool, fresh air of the van hit her sweaty skin. The sheriff shredded the other bag containing Serena.

"Such pretty girls," the sheriff muttered. "I'm sure they'll be very popular."

"If you harm one hair on their heads," Georgina said, growing bolder now that her male attackers were absent, "then I'll see you put away for the rest of your life! My sister works for the district attorney. You have no idea who you're messing with!"

"Just one hair?" the sheriff replied coyly. "And only on their heads?"

She reached behind her and grabbed a set of pliers from a tool shelf. Then she rolled poor, hogtied Alex onto her side and brought the pliers between her legs.

"Aiyeeeee!" Alex shrieked as Sheriff Spite clamped down on a tuft of her soft blond pubic hair and swiftly yanked it out.

"Nooo!" Georgina screamed.

"I know exactly who you are, Georgina Grace," the sheriff said sourly. "Your sister's meddling is the whole reason we've taken an interest in you in the first place." She waved the curly blond hairs in front of Georgina's face. "Now open up wide and swallow your daughter's pubes. They've earned some punishment for your disrespect. Don't make me make it worse!"

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The rear door of the truck clattered loudly as Olga threw it open. Tania collapsed to the floor of the truck and bawled. She was exhausted and defeated. Olga strolled over to the rice bowl and peered down at it, counting the contents.

"Hmm, only fifteen grains," she noted disapprovingly. "I'm afraid you've earned yourself a rather serious punishment - one hundred and seventy cane strokes."

"No, mistress! Please! I tried my best!" Tania pleaded. "Mercy! Mercy!"

Olga stalked over to the wall and took down a long whip. Swish! Crack!

"Aiyeee!" Tania's pitiful begging cut out as the whip crashed across her body.

"I told you that if didn't finish the job by the time we returned then you would finish it under the encouragement of my whip," Olga sneered. "Now get moving, then we'll get on to your proper punishment!"

Swish! Crack!

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The van pulled into an abandoned warehouse. All three of the Grace girls lay on the floor crying in pain and despair. After Sheriff Spite had plucked Serena and Alex's pussies bald, she'd turned her pliers to their supple bodies, pinching and twisting their delicate flesh until Georgina begged her to stop, offering her own body for torture instead. Now the side door of the van rolled open.

"Take the twins out and get them ready for transport," Sheriff Spite ordered Glen and Gary.

Each man grabbed a crying, screaming girl and dragged her out of the van, causing her to land hard on the pavement below. Then they were dragged out of sight around the side of a white box truck parked nearby.

"Please, please! Let them go. Take me. I'll do anything you want," Georgina begged.

"I know you will," the sheriff smiled. "But that's because you don't have any other choice. You don't need to worry about those two. They're in good hands. Right now, though, we need to get you ready for your trip. It's a long journey to your new home, so we'd better get started."

The sheriff leaned over and slashed the ropes binding Georgina, leaving only the excruciatingly tight crotch strap locked between her legs. Free from her bonds, Georgina's eyes flashed to the open door of the van.

"Don't even think about it," the sheriff growled. "That is, if you don't want your girls to be punished for your disobedience." Georgina slumped to the floor. Sheriff Spite opened a chest beside her. "Let's start with this."

Georgina caught the stiff leather corset that her captor tossed to her. "Put it on," she was commanded. Georgina had never worn a corset before, though she had once read that old fashioned corsets were actually not so uncomfortable if they were properly fitted and adjusted correctly. Unfortunately, Group XS paid no heed to the comfort of their slaves, in fact, seeking exactly the opposite. Georgina could feel the breath pressed out of her as she closed the sturdy, ribbed leather around her waist - and that was before Sheriff Spite came over to tighten down the laces. The woman braced a knee against her captive's spine in an effort to remove every bit of slack from the binding.

Next up was a set of leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles. Georgina buckled them on, then snapped a tiny lock on each cuff to further reinforce her captivity. She gave the sheriff a pleading look as the cruel woman dug through the chest for more gear. "Please, sheriff, can you remove the crotch strap? It's hurting me terribly."

Sheriff Spite gave her a pitying stare. "Poor woman! Is it too snug?" She knelt down to examine it. It was drawn so tight she couldn't even slip a finger beneath the leather.

Georgina nodded.

"Good!" she sneered. She suddenly struck Georgina across the cheek, sending her sprawling to the floor. "Slaves will address me as mistress," she added matter-of-factly. "And they don't make requests of me."

She rolled Georgina onto her back and pawed at the ratchet on the crotch strap.

"Nooo! Ahhh! No!" Georgina wailed as the sheriff managed to work the ratchet two clicks tighter, driving the leather even harder into her cunt.

"Let that be a lesson for you. Things can always be worse - always," the stern woman instructed. "And the squeaky wheel gets the grease." She threw a tall collar at her moaning slave. "Put that on."

Georgina picked up the large leather posture collar and wrapped it around her neck. She noted the way it gripped her head, preventing her from turning or bending at all.

"Ah, ah," Sheriff Spite interrupted as Georgina's fingers fumbled for the locks on the collar's buckles. "You can go at least two notches tighter on each of those."

Georgina groaned in frustration, which earned her another hard slap from the sheriff. "You'd better adjust that petulant attitude, slave, or you'll find yourself on the receiving end of a lot of extra punishments. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress," Georgina rasped through the crushing grip on her throat with fresh tears forming in her eyes.

"Now, I've got the perfect hood for a naughty girl like you. In fact, your sister liked it so much that she stole a similarly designed one from us after the trial of a couple of my colleagues." She tossed Georgina the hood. "You'll want to work the choke gag attached to the inside into your mouth first."

Georgina handled the hood with trepidation. Despite being bound, kidnapped, raped, and abused, she felt like once she put the hood on, there was no going back. She would definitively be their slave. Her last, best hope for rescue was her sister, Catherine. She'd taken them down once before. She could do it again, right?

"Go on," the sheriff urged.

Georgina opened her mouth extra wide to accommodate the large rubber gag - it totally filled her mouth and reached nearly to her throat. She noted with worry the multiple sets of teeth marks marring the front of the gag. It didn't take her long to discover why it was called a choke gag. When she bit down on the mass of rubber, it expanded backwards into her throat, triggering her gag reflex. She nearly spat the thing out, but a stern look from Sheriff Spite urged her to continue. Georgina folded the leather hood up over her head, aligning two metal grommets beneath her nose so that she could continue to draw breath. When it came time to pull the laces tight, the sheriff cheerfully volunteered to help. The first hard yank pulled the gag deeper into her mouth, triggering a new fit of coughs and retches. Subsequent yanks molded the leather tight around her head until her facial features showed through from underneath. Once it was on, Georgina's eyes flitted about as she gazed uncomfortably through the narrow eyeholes of the hood.

"Now I'd like you to put those cute red panties on. The ones you were gagged with before."

Georgina leaned over with her whole body to search for them. The tight corset and posture collar didn't lend themselves to easy movement. She found the panties and unwadded them. They were still soaked with saliva from earlier. She slid them up over her ankle cuffs and on top of her crotch strap, noting the stark contrast between the soft satin and the hard leather of her bondage.

"Perfect! Now we just need to fit you with your bra. I'll help with that."

The sheriff held up something more resembling a tangle of thin wires than a bra, but as she adjusted the leather straps it took on a slightly more familiar shape. She guided Georgina's arms into the shoulder straps and hooked the bra closed at the back. The leather straps gave a basic form to the item, circling her tits and holding the harness against her body. It was the cups of the bra that were unusual and worrisome. They were not so much cups as they were nets made from thin, flexible steel cable. The sheriff adjusted the cables just so, until her breasts were uniformly surrounded on all sides by the thin wires. A longer cable stuck out from each breast near her sternum. By tugging on those, Georgina noticed, the sheriff was able to draw any slack out of the nets surrounding her breasts. There was a clip on each cable that the sheriff was able to adjust in order to maintain a minimum level of tension on the cables. She pulled this until the nets pressed in on her tits from all sides giving her breasts the illusion of a pair of stringed hams hanging from her chest.

"That's good," Sheriff Spite finally declared. "Now let's go see what those girls of yours are up to."

She suddenly stepped out of the van, grabbing the twin cables of Georgina's bra to guide her along. Georgina's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as the hard pull on the cables compressed the nets around her tits, the flesh bulging out between the gaps in the wires. Her hands flashed up to grab ahold of the makeshift lead that the sheriff guided her by.

"Hands behind your head! And keep them there," Sheriff Spite snapped, stopping abruptly.

Georgina blinked away the pain in her tits and lifted her hands as instructed. The sheriff started again with a hard yank on the cables that nearly caused Georgina to lower her arms once more. Her feet touched down on the cool concrete of the warehouse floor. She hurried to keep up with the sheriff as she was guided around the side of the white box truck parked nearby. When she saw her girls she stopped short. A yank on the cables, though, brought her in for a closer look.

Her two beautiful, young girls had been transformed from a couple of carefree college coeds into a pair of perfect, identical leather slaves. They were covered from head to toe in form fitting black leather. Thick leather hoods covered their heads, robbing them of their sight and concealing their identities so that not even Georgina could tell them apart. Their long blond hair had been pulled into pigtails and fed through holes on the top of each hood, the shock of yellow contrasting sharply with the polished black leather. There were no nose holes to suck air. Instead, each girl's mouth was wrapped around a short wide pipe that stretched her jaw open wide.

A sleek black dog collar surrounded each girl's neck where her hood met her leather bodysuit. The pervasive leather covered everything, except for two ringed holes on their chests, through which their bountiful breasts had been coaxed through; and, an additional gap between their legs through which their soft pink pussies peeked. Straps and buckles all up and down the bodysuits ensured a very snug fit. Their hands had been enclosed in leather mittens that kept their fingers clenched into fists. A loop at the end of each mitten was chained high up on the back of each girl's collar, forcing them to thrust out their chests.

Heelless ballet boots laced onto their feet ensured that their toes stayed pointed. Fortunately they were currently spared from having to stand up on their toes since they were kneeling side by side next to the truck. Unfortunately, this left their open mouths at just the right height for the three men who had prepped them to make good use. Two of the men were currently ramming their cocks in and out of the tubes holding the girls' mouths wide. They grasped the pigtails to use as handholds while they slammed their shafts into the beauties' throats, eliciting flurries of gags and chokes. They'd pop their cocks free from the tubes every few thrusts so that the girls could draw fresh air into their lungs. From the looks of it, the third man had already had his turn. His cum dribbled from one girl's chin down onto her quivering tits.

"Nnngh! Nn-," Georgina began, but her protest was cut short by inadvertently biting on her choke gag and she added her own coughs and gags to the cacophony of cocksucking. She stepped forward to attempt to aid her suffering daughters, but a sharp pull on her breast cables swiftly brought her to her knees.

"Don't worry, mama. You're not missing out. There'll be plenty of cock to suck once we get you to your new home," Sheriff Spite said. "C'mon boys! Finish up. We should have been on the road over an hour ago."