The Gathering Storm - A Group XS Story

Emily West paced back and forth in the living room of her apartment. She was so nervous that she'd already had three cups of coffee this morning. It was the first day of her new job. She'd recently finished her degree in paralegal studies and was astounded when one of the largest law firms in the city, Prendergast and Summerfield, practically begged her to come work for them. The salary was unbelievable and when she learned that she could work entirely from home she should have assumed it was too good to be true.

She was awaiting the delivery of her work computer and some orientation paperwork. The firm said it would be delivered first thing this morning. Emily could hardly sleep, she was so excited. She got up early and dressed in her best outfit. She knew that working from home she probably could have gotten away with pajama bottoms and a simple shirt, but even if they didn't see her, she wanted to dress to impress - it would set the tone for her whole day, maybe her whole career. So now she paced about with her three inch heels clacking loudly on the hardwood floor. Her black stockings matched nicely with her dark, wool skirt. She wore a thin, gold chain around her neck, draped over her white silk blouse. The chain had been given to her by Katie Holmes, a fellow captive of Group XS that she had befriended during the trial of Saavik and Zorhof.

It had been a difficult couple of years since her release. She couldn't even think about sex without remembering the awful rapes she had endured in captivity. She'd matured into a real stunner - big, full tits on a narrow frame, long blond hair, and legs for days. After the trial she'd been entered into the witness protection program. Unfortunately, for the safety of them both, it meant that she could no longer see her friend Katie. She enrolled in school to get her life back on track. And, through a great stroke of luck, she was given her current apartment by a grant from the Van Pelt Foundation for Victims of Sexual Trafficking and Abuse. It was an odd apartment. She had no neighbors, and the property manager had, perhaps understandably, gone a bit overboard with the security features. There were thick bars on all the windows, a state of the art security system, and electronic locks on the doors.

Emily sat down at her kitchen table and looked at the clock, the delivery should have arrived by now. She was jittery and regretting drinking so much coffee. A sharp knock on her door, sent her running to it. She threw it open. A large wooden crate sat on her welcome mat. It was much larger than she was expecting. She looked up to see if the delivery man could help her move it into her apartment, but he must have taken off in a hurry because he was nowhere in sight. With some effort she managed to drag the crate inside.

She pried open the lid, cursing the splinters she received from the rough wood. The laptop she was expecting was on top. She pulled it out of the crate and set it up on her table. She glanced at the clock on the wall again. The late delivery, wrestling with the crate, setting up the computer - she was supposed to be online with her new boss at nine, it was already five minutes past. There was no time to examine the rest of the contents of the box. She adjusted her camera and joined the meeting invite she'd received.

"Ah, you're finally here," said the gorgeous blond attorney at the other end. She was dressed to kill in a perfectly tailored suit, not a hair was out of place on her head, her skin had a healthy, heavenly glow. But her expression was all business. This woman was a professional through and through. Emily felt sorry for the litigators who opposed her in court.

"Let's get started," the woman said. "My name is Lisa Shaw. I'm a senior attorney with Prendergast and Summerfield. It's my job to get you acquainted with how things work around here. First of all, punctuality is of the utmost importance. Our client's time, and my time for that matter, is very valuable and it will not be wasted. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Miss Shaw," Emily said her face blushing red. "You see, the shipment didn't arrive until-"

"I don't need to hear your excuses," Lisa curtly interrupted. "I need to see results. I trust this won't happen again?"

"No, Miss Shaw."

"Good. Now there should be an employment contract in a large manila envelope within your welcome kit. I'll need you to sign that and then we can begin your orientation."

Emily saw the envelope on top of the pile of other packages within the crate. She pulled out the stack of papers. It must have been at least thirty pages long. She started reading the first page - it seemed like a fairly standard non-disclosure agreement. She glanced up at her computer to see Lisa glaring at her impatiently, her arms folded across her chest. Emily, still feeling guilty about being late, flipped the contract to the last page and quickly signed and dated.

"Perfect," Lisa replied, smiling again. "Let's start by introducing you to my assistant. As I understand it, you two know each other. Emily, meet Katie."

Lisa turned the camera on her computer slightly to the side. Sure enough, sitting right there beside her was Katie Holmes, her friend and fellow survivor of Group XS. Emily was stunned. She hadn't seen Katie in years. What were the odds that she'd suddenly cross paths with her the first day at her new job?

"Katie! Oh my goodness, is that really you? I haven't seen you in so long," Emily said.

"Hi, Emily," Katie replied with what looked like a forced smile. "It's good to see you again!" Though her tone and her face showed happiness, her eyes looked sunken, hollow, and red. Emily wondered if she had been crying recently.

"Yes, yes, you two can catch up on your own time," Lisa butt in, adjusting the camera so that both she and Katie were now in frame. Katie sat stiffly beside Lisa, casting quick, occasional glances at the beautiful attorney while keeping the same phony smile plastered to her face.

"Now, there's one more administrative detail I want to take care of before we get going, because I'm not fully convinced that you've learned your lesson about tardiness."

Emily had to bite her tongue to keep from interrupting. Why was Miss Shaw still going on about that? It wasn't even Emily's fault. This was unfair.

"Would you please flip to section three, paragraph seven in your employment contract and read aloud the company policy on disciplinary measures for minor infractions?" Lisa asked.

Emily quickly found the page and started reading. "Minor infractions will be punished pursuant to the judgement of the subject's direct supervisor and can range from suspension of personal privileges to corporal punishment. If the supervisor feels it would be beneficial to the order and discipline of the organization, punishments may be applied collectively to all of his or her direct reports."

Wait a minute, Emily thought. Did that say corporal punishment? She quickly reread the text - it did! She looked back at her computer. Lisa was smiling evilly like the cat who caught the canary.

"So what do you think would be a fitting punishment?" Lisa asked innocently.

Emily jumped up out of her chair. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Sit down, Miss West!" Lisa barked.

Emily glared at her computer. "Katie, what's happening? Is this for real?"

Katie continued sitting next to Lisa with the big, phony smile plastered to her face. She'd been given very specific instructions not to interfere.

"Sit down," Lisa growled through clenched teeth. "You're only making this worse for yourself."

"Katie? Katie?!" Emily begged. "Please tell me what's going on."

Katie's smile wavered as the internal conflict in her mind played itself out. Finally she broke. She leaned into the camera. "Emily you have to get out of there! Group XS is back! You're in terrible danger! Run! Run!"

The video feed cut out. Emily darted for the door. There was a soft beep and a click as she reached it. It was the sound of the deadbolt lock closing automatically. She reached up to manually open the lock again, but it didn't budge! She futilely yanked at the doorknob but, of course, the door wouldn't open. She was trapped! She ran to her bedroom, cursing the bars on the windows, but hoping she could scream for help. Unfortunately the locks on the windows had been remotely forced closed as well. Her panic increased. What could she do? What could she do? Her mind raced.

Her phone! Of course! She could call for help! She ran back to the table and picked up her phone. She dialed the emergency number, her phone chirped - no signal! Fuck! She looked at the useless device in her hands, the internet was out as well. She screamed in frustration and threw her phone across the room. She hurried over to her door again, banging her fists on the solid wood.

"Help me! Somebody help me!"

Emily didn't see her computer come back to life, the video feed with Lisa resumed. Swish! Crack! A muffled scream blared from her speakers. Swish! Crack! Another scream.

"Hold still, cunt! Do you want me to take your nipple off with this thing?" Lisa asked angrily. Swish! Crack!

"Emily..." Lisa's voice taunted her through the computer. "Are you going to come sit down, or do I need to keep beating Katie's tits while you fail to find a way to escape?" Swish! Crack!

Emily forced herself to turn around and look. The camera's view into Lisa's 'office' had pulled back. In one corner was the desk in front of a backdrop resembling a lawyer's office, but now it was clear that they were in no such place. The rest of the room was populated with pits and cages, racks and chains. Whips and canes were arranged neatly along the wall. And in the center of the room was Katie. She had been strung up in a standing spread-eagle with her wrists pulled apart above her head by steel shackles suspended by chains, her ankles were likewise tethered to rings in the floor. Her white blouse had been torn open and her tits pried up over her black bra. Several fiery red lines had been laid across the tops of her breasts. Lisa stood before her with a thin metal cane in her hand. Swish! Crack! She snapped the cane down over Katie's exposed tits. Katie jerked in her bonds like she'd been jolted by an electric shock. An anguished scream bellowed out of her mouth, which had been sealed shut with several strips of thick black tape. Tears poured freely from her eyes.

Emily was stunned. This was her worst nightmare come true. She found herself staring in horror at the images on her computer. Swish! Crack! Katie had seen the cane rise again and had involuntarily flinched, causing the strike to miss the top of her breasts and instead glance across her nipples. Katie's screaming increased in intensity as the most sensitive part of her tits bore the blow. "You stupid cunt! I said hold still!" Lisa barked. Snap! Snap! Snap! She laid down three quick blows across Katie's aching breasts. The girl withered under the blows, yanking against the chains that held her as she raged against the agony in her chest.

"Stop! Stop! You're hurting her!" Emily hollered.

Lisa turned to the camera and smiled. "That's entirely the point," she smirked. "Are you finally ready to accept your own punishment, or should I continue with Katie's?"

Emily stared at the wicked woman in shock. Lisa raised the cane high overhead. "No! Wait!" Emily begged. "Punish me."

"That's what I hoped you'd say," Lisa grinned. "So let's continue with your orientation."

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"We've got the twins installed just like you wanted, boss," Glen said, stepping around the side of the white box truck.

Sheriff Spite nodded. "Good. Just one more passenger to go then." They both looked down at Georgina who remained submissively kneeling at the sheriff's feet with her hands held behind her head. The miserable captive looked up at her mistress to give her a pitiful glance, hoping one last time for mercy. A few minutes ago she'd watched her bound and hooded twin daughters facefucked by their captors with each man blowing his load into their tube gagged mouths. The girls choked on the hot cum blasted down their throats until it oozed past their lips and onto their bare tits. Then they had been yanked to their feet by the leashes attached to their dog collars. The girls' complaints were immediate as they rose up onto the ballet boots that they wore, their toes bearing all their weight as they were blindly led around to the back of the truck.

The sheriff ignored Georgina's glance. There would be no mercy for her. There would be no pity. There would be only pain, humiliation, and anguish. She tightened her grip on the pair of cables connected to Georgina's 'bra' and gave them a yank upward. Georgina grunted in pain and followed the pull to her feet as her breasts were compressed within the mesh of wires that tightened with the pull of the cables. She resisted the urge to lower her unbound arms to protect her suffering chest - she'd already been warned that further disobedience would mean only worse punishment for her and her daughters.

Georgina's bare feet padded softly on the cold concrete as she was guided around behind the truck. She was afraid of what she would see inside. She'd had to sit by helplessly as she heard her daughters loaded into the back of the truck a few minutes before, their muffled protests echoed through the nearly empty warehouse and weighed heavily on her heart. She gasped as she got her first look inside the rear of the box truck.

It was not so much a truck as it was a mobile torture dungeon. Clamps, hooks, knives, needles, drills, chains, hoods, whips and more were neatly arrayed all along one side of the truck, hanging right above boxes and cages just large enough to uncomfortably fit a single cramped occupant. A long bench topped with multiple V-shaped ridges ran along the other wall. Several empty bondage bags hung limply from the front bulkhead, their well-worn straps unbuckled and dangling in the dim light, ready and waiting for the next victim. But none of these awful enclosures held Georgina's girls, Serena and Alex. Instead, the two girls hung inverted from the ceiling in the middle of the cargo area.

A sturdy steel bar had been positioned behind their knees and then their legs had been folded back so that their ankles nearly touched the backs of their thighs, leather straps wrapping around their thighs and shins held them in place. A ring on each end of the bars was locked to a corresponding ring on each girl's bodysuit near the knee, ensuring that her legs were spread about shoulder width apart. The bars were then affixed to the ceiling by a thick chain locked to a center ring. The girls hung so that the blond pigtails erupting from their hoods just grazed the floor of the truck. They were mounted facing each other, a few feet apart, gently twisting under the sinister glow of the dim lightbulb overhead, suspended like a side of beef.

Sheriff Spite handed Georgina's breast cables to Gary, who was standing inside at the back of the truck. Gary hauled hard on the cables, practically lifting Georgina by the tits into the truck. Georgina screamed, forgetting obedience and dropping her arms to the floor of the truck to try and help herself scramble into the back and relieve the crushing pull on her large breasts. She was dragged up to her feet once she was inside. From this angle she had a better view of her girls.

She saw now that a soft rubber sack had been attached via a hose to the pipe lodged in each girl's mouth. Not knowing what they were, she watched as she saw each sack slowly inflate as the girl it was affixed to exhaled, and then deflate a moment later when the girl breathed in. Of course, anyone well versed with the ways of Group XS would recognize these for what they were - rebreather bags. The clever application of a pressure valve on the end of each balloon ensured that the user could only expel stale air from the system once the bag had been inflated to its maximum, otherwise, she would recycle the same breath over and over again. If the girls wanted to avoid suffocating, they would need to ensure that they took long, slow breaths - something not conducive to a long, terrifying trip to a den of vicious sadists. Especially considering what Mistress Spite had in store for them along the way.

To that end, Georgina was guided forward until she was standing between her daughters and facing toward the front of the truck. Gary stepped up onto a nearby box and reached high overhead and clipped the end of Georgina's breast cables to a ring dangling from the ceiling of the truck.

"Mmmph!" Georgina protested as she was dragged up onto tiptoe to relieve the harsh, crushing pull of the cables on her tits.

"Aw, poor baby," Sheriff Spite mocked. She had climbed up into the truck to help get her captive ready for her journey. "Is that too much pressure on your tits?" She twanged the taut cables. The press of the bra was worse than 'merely' being suspended by her tits. Her round bosom was crushed on all sides by the thin cables, then her mammaries were yanked up and away from her body, supporting her hanging weight.

"Mmm-hmm," Georgina responded.

"I've got an idea," the sheriff replied. "Your hands are free, why don't you find somewhere for you to support your weight?"

Georgina looked tentatively to the left and to the right through the narrow eyeholes of her punishment hood. Her twins hung inverted to either side of her, facing inward. Tight black leather covered nearly their entire bodies except for two notable locations - their tits, bulging out from within the bodysuit down near her knees, and their freshly plucked pussies, glowing under the harsh interior light of the truck, right about waist high. She slowly raised her hands and placed one between each girl's legs. The twins squeaked softly at the touch to their intimate areas, gently groaning as their unseen mother pressed down on her suspended offspring to relieve the burden of standing up on tiptoe. Aside from the extra weight pressing down on their knees from the bar, the extra pressure caused them little additional distress.

"That's better," the sheriff remarked. "Although," she said with a pause, "that leaves your hands rather free. How do I know that you won't take advantage of that to escape when I leave you alone back here?"

Georgina shook her head, trying to convince the sheriff that she would do no such thing. But her evil mistress already had something in mind.

"I know where we can put your hands to keep them out of trouble! I wonder," Sheriff Spite mused. "Have you ever fisted a woman before?"

Georgina's eyes grew wide. She reflexively pulled her hands away from her daughters. "Nnngh! Nnngh!" she begged.

"I didn't think so. The trick is to get her good and turned on. See, the vagina gets a bit stretchier when a woman is aroused. That, and the extra lubrication from her pussy juice, helps your hand to slip right in. Of course, my hands are a bit bigger than some, so I need to use a bit more... persuasion... to get the job done. But if I can do it, then you certainly can," the sheriff smiled. "Gary will even give you a couple of vibrators to help get you started."

Georgina looked at the sheriff in shock. She couldn't! Not to her girls. She'd just as well suffer standing on her toes than commit such a depraved act on them.

"Unngh!" she grunted defiantly, refusing to accept the softly buzzing dildos that Gary offered to her.

"I wasn't asking," Sheriff Spite growled. "Get moving, or we'll do the job for you. And I assure you, we won't be gentle."

Georgina sheepishly grabbed a vibrator in each hand, her face blushing bright red beneath her hood from the indignity of having to arouse her daughters in order to further their punishment. The girls stirred in their bonds as the vibrators were pressed against their helpless exposed cunts. They twisted and mewed as Georgina tenderly caressed their pussies with the vibrators. Despite the terror of their predicament, she could soon tell it was having an effect. Their pussies started to moisten with arousal, labia blossoming like a flower. The rebreather bags fluttered a little faster as their excitement grew.

Georgina slid the vibrators up and down across their pussies, alternately stimulating clits and slits, but she knew this wasn't enough. She needed to loosen them up inside before trying to press her hand in. She adjusted her grip on the dildos and penetrated each girl with the shaft.

This change in tactics achieved a different effect on each girl. As she played with their pussies she had noticed a dark bruise on the girl to her left. She surmised that this must be Serena, who had been forced to straddle the wooden pony back at the house. When she slipped the vibrator into Serena's pussy, the girl stiffened and tried to twist away. The horsehair dildo she'd ridden earlier in the day had irritated her insides, making any penetration painful.

Alex, on the other hand, cooed in delight as the softly buzzing shaft plumbed the depths of her pussy. The slick dildo slipped in and out, Alex thrusting her cunt into each pump and really getting into it. Georgina found herself focusing her attention on Alex, not wanting to cause further distress to poor Serena. After another couple minutes Alex was panting in passion, the rebreather bag quickly fluttered in and out, threatening to suffocate the girl with her stale air. Georgina could practically hear the girl chanting 'Oh, yes! Oh, yes!' from behind her hood and gag. Suddenly Gary snatched the dildos out of her hands.

"Enough with the family fap fest," Sheriff Spite said sternly. "I want to see you fist fuck them up to the wrist."

This was the moment Georgina dreaded. She turned toward Alex, figuring she'd start with the easier of the two girls. She balled up her right hand and pressed her knuckles against Alex's gushing, wet pussy.

"No, no, stupid," the sheriff interrupted with a laugh. "It's called fisting, but you don't make a fist... well, unless you really want to stretch them out." She winked. "You want to press all your fingers together like this." She demonstrated with her own hand. "Start with a few fingers and then work your way up."

Georgina did as she was instructed, slipping two fingers into Alex's warm, wet pussy. The girl responded enthusiastically as her mother finger fucked her cunt. Georgina slipped in a third finger. She sensed that the girl was nearing orgasm. Four fingers was a tight fit. Georgina couldn't get her hand more than a few knuckles deep without feeling resistance from the walls of her vagina. Alex was being driven wild by all the intimate attention. Mistress Spite watched in sadistic amusement.

"This is priceless," she exclaimed. "Is this really the first time you've fingered your daughters? You're a pro!" Georgina withered in shame. "I want you to make her cum. Then right as she does, you shove your whole hand inside her."

Georgina focused her attention on moving her hand in and out, trying to press a little deeper each time, hoping to loosen the girl up. Alex responded with enthusiasm. After a few more pumps she could feel the girl's pussy starting to spasm. Alex's body flexed and a guttural moan echoed out of her mouth. Orgasm was fast approaching. Georgina realized her opportunity. She tucked her thumb in amongst her other fingers and shoved hard. She could feel the muscles of Alex's vagina opposing her as she pressed on. Alex's moans morphed to grunts as she felt her pussy stretch wide. The fullness and pain mixed with the pleasure of her orgasm, two extremes mingling in a hurricane of sensations. Georgina felt the resistance give way as the widest part of her hand passed the narrowest part of Alex's vagina. With a final pained grunt Georgina's hand disappeared into her daughter's pussy. Georgina could feel the warm, wet, slippery interior surround her hand, pressing in on all sides. She triumphantly looked up.

"One down, one to go," the sheriff remarked.

Georgina turned her attention to Serena. The girl wasn't anywhere near as aroused as her sister had been. Georgina caressed the girl's labia. She could just feel the beginnings of arousal there despite the attention of the vibrator earlier. She thought she'd pick up from where she left off. She started to rub Serena's clit and slit, but the sheriff interrupted her.

"Get on with it," she said. "She had her chance earlier. You'll probably have to be more forceful with this one. Maybe this can be a lesson for you. Cooperate and there might be a little pleasure in it for you." She gestured at Alex. "Don't cooperate, and..." She nodded at Serena.

Georgina thought the difference was hardly fair. Serena had been raped by the horsehair dildo on the wooden pony earlier. She was understandably tender down there. It wasn't her fault that further attention was painful and didn't arouse her.

Georgina slicked up her left index finger with what little pussy juice there was and thrust it into the Serena's snatch.

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" she heard the girl protest. Georgina could feel her heart sink as she forced herself to ignore her daughter's pained protests and press on with a second finger.

Even with only two fingers inside, the girl felt tight - much more so than her sister. Any work the dildo had done to loosen her up earlier had long since been undone. With no passion or arousal to loosen her pussy or moisten its depths, the girl's insides resisted her every bit of the way. By the time Georgina had worked a third finger into the girl, she was thrashing about, begging and screaming for the invasion to stop. Georgina had no idea how she would make any further progress.

Sheriff Spite noticed her difficulty and decided to step in. "Is she dry in there?" she asked. Georgina nodded. "Some girls just don't know how to have a good time. Would you like some lube to help?" Georgina nodded again. "Gary, can you grab the tub of lube that the doctor whipped up for us earlier?"

Gary went and retrieved an unlabeled tub of clear goop. "Just stick your whole hand right in," the sheriff advised. Georgina reached in up to her wrist, coating her hand in a clear, sticky gel. She returned her hand to Serena's pussy. The girl jerked at the sensation of the cool substance that touched her cunt. Georgina resumed her task. With the assistance of the lube she was better able to overcome the resistance of the girl's dry vagina, though it was just as tight as ever.

She kept probing with three fingers, seeing little progress, but soon she could feel her hand tingling. She wondered if the pressure on her fingers was affecting her circulation, but then she realized that the tingling was felt all the way up to her wrist. That was when Serena really began thrashing about.

Oh no, thought Georgina. There must have been something in the lube that both she and Serena were allergic to. By now the inverted girl was shrieking like her cunt was on fire.

"You think she enjoys the menthol in that lube?" Sheriff Spite asked over the din of screaming. Georgina quickly yanked her fingers free from Serena's frantic cunt. Just having the goop smeared on her hand made it feel like pins and needles on her skin, she couldn't imagine how it felt for her poor daughter to have it slathered all over the inside of her vagina!

"You'd better get back to it," the sheriff advised. "If you're lucky the menthol might numb her up a little, but you'd better work fast."

Georgina didn't know whether or not that was true, but, really, she didn't have any choice. She plunged back into Serena's pussy with four fingers. She kept banging away, trying to go deeper, but not making any progress and causing poor Serena plenty of distress. She could hear the girl pleading for her to stop from the muffled sounds coming out of her gag.

"Come on, get it in there," Sheriff Spite said in apparent frustration. "Gary, why don't you help her out?"

Gary latched onto her forearm with both hands and used Georgina's arm to start battering away at the twin's pussy.

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Georgina begged. She had to tuck her thumb into her fingers to keep it from slamming into Serena's perineum as her whole hand was rammed down again and again. Finally, with enough pressure, the girl's pussy gave way. Georgina's hand sank fully into her daughter's cunt. Serena nearly bent double in pain, her hooded face slamming into the side of Georgina's leg. She screamed as loud as at any point so far. The animalistic screams even affected her sister, Alex. Georgina could feel the other twin's pussy tense up around her right hand in response to the apparent distress of her sister. Georgina was devastated by the pain she was causing. Tears flowed from her eyes. She made to pull her left hand out of her daughter's suffering cunt, but Gary held her wrist firm.

"Ah, ah," the sheriff warned. "After all the trouble we went through to get your hands in there, we can't let you just go and pull them out again. I've got just the thing to make sure you don't do that."

She held up a pair of little metal clips for Georgina to see. The distraught mother couldn't understand what purpose those were for. The sheriff handed one to Gary. Then with her free hand she began prodding at Alex's little pink clit. It was still a bit swollen after her earlier orgasm and peeked out from its protective hood. The sheriff teased it gently with the tip of her finger, coaxing it up and out. Then she spread the flesh around it out of the way.

Georgina gasped as she then saw the sheriff bring the tiny metal clip up to her daughter's pussy. The serrated jaws had been pressed open, grinning viciously under the light. In one smooth motion she mashed the clamp down over Alex's clit and snapped the jaws shut on its base.

This time it was Alex's turn to scream in complete agony. She flailed about, held steady only by the bar suspending her from the ceiling and her mother's hand, implanted deep within her pussy. Georgina could feel the girl's pussy tense like it was trying to expel her hand. The pressure was so great that it made her palm ache. The girl didn't stop screaming until the stale air of her rebreather bag made her grow lightheaded and the forced calm left her whimpering in pain and twitching in agony. It was at that point that the sheriff took a small ring and linked it from the end of the clit clamp to a ring on Georgina's wrist cuff. The implication was clear - she could not withdraw her hand from her daughter's pussy without yanking on her clamped clit.

While Sheriff Spite had been attending to Alex, Gary had been focusing on Serena's doomed clit. Just as Alex was calming down to a steady state of enduring misery, Gary went and snapped his clamp home on Serena's sensitive bud, setting off a second flurry of agonized flailing.

The pair of sadists stepped back to admire their handiwork. Georgina stood erect between her daughters, still tethered to the ceiling by her insidious breast bondage, forced to stay up on tiptoe to relieve the pressure on her tits. The only respite from her predicament was to press down with her hands, which were stuffed inside her inverted girls' pussies, driving her fists deeper into their overstuffed holes. But neither could she lift her hands up, as they were tethered in place to the harsh clamp snapped to each girl's clit. She still wore the cuttingly tight crotch strap, which peeked out from behind her dainty red panties delivering a persistent aching pain to her own nether region. Meanwhile, the twins hung helplessly, bound in tight leather bodysuits with their arms pinned high up on their backs to rings on their collars. Their pert, young tits hung free from the bodysuit, moving softly up and down as they fought to control their breathing, the rise and fall mirroring the puffing in and out of the rebreather bag mounted to the punishment hoods that robbed them of sight, sound, and smell.

For many, this suffering and restraint would have been enough, but for Mistress Judy Spite, she was just getting warmed up. She watched Georgina dangle for a moment, trying to find the unhappy equilibrium between the pressure on her tits, the growing fatigue in her toes, and the amount of force she was willing to apply to her hands for relief. Then she gave an appraising nod and said, "I bet you wish you had something to stand on."

Georgina was too busy wallowing in misery to respond. She was surprised when she felt Gary slide something under her feet. It was a wide, short platform, only an inch or two high but a couple feet long and wide. The additional height afforded by the platform was a relief to Georgina. She still couldn't stand comfortably flatfooted, but she no longer needed to stretch herself quite so high.

Suspicious of anything that made her position any less precarious, Georgina kept a wary eye on her tormentors. Her dread was affirmed when she saw Sheriff Spite approach with a set of nipple clamps. She shut her eyes, wondering how much more pain her poor tits would suffer today, but the extra pain didn't come. Instead, she felt Alex twisting and fighting, followed soon by a wounded howl as the clamps were applied to her nipples. Georgina felt her right leg tugged a few inches to the side and a thin chain was threaded from one of Alex's nipple clamps, through a loop on the metal shackle locked around Georgina's ankle, and then attached to the other nipple clamp. The process was then repeated with Serena.

Georgina now had to stand with her feet spread farther apart, unless she wanted to close her legs and tug on her girls' nipple clamps. Any advantage afforded by the platform was gone, Georgina needed to stretch her toes high and keep her legs parted to minimize the pain to herself and her daughters. She nearly jumped in surprise when she felt a cool, wet gel squirted onto her ankles and worked in under her metal shackles. Remembering the tingling 'lube' she'd been offered earlier, she expected the worst, but other than making her feel sticky and slimy, the gel apparently did nothing.

"We're almost ready to go," Sheriff Spite announced. She looked at her watch. "It's about ten now, so we ought to be there sometime around one."

Three hours! For three hours they expected her to suffer like this. She didn't think she could do it. She'd tear her tits off before they made it halfway. No - she couldn't think like that. She had to stay strong for her girls. They just needed to survive until Catherine could come to their rescue.

"You ready, Gary?"

"Yup. I'll go start up the truck."

"Sounds good. Make sure you test the blinkers and the brakes before we get going."

Gary jumped out of the back of the truck and ran up to the cab. Georgina could feel the truck shudder as the engine rumbled to life.

"Enjoy the ride," Mistress Spite teased. "I know we've got all sorts of fun activities planned for you when you arrive." She turned to go, but then spun back around. "Oh, I almost forgot the most important part. Boy, that would have been embarrassing."

She knelt down behind Georgina and started fiddling with something on the edge of the short platform that the miserable woman stood upon. Then Georgina felt the surface of the platform moving. It felt like the sheriff was pulling the platform out from under her! Georgina took short, halting steps forward to avoid being dragged back and having her ankles yank on her daughters' tits. Then she realized that the reality of the situation was actually far worse. The sheriff wasn't removing the platform, she was sliding off the protective cover for the thick, dull metal spikes beneath!

"Nnngh! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Georgina wailed frantically as the balls of her feet pressed down on the points of the spikes. None of them were sharp enough to penetrate her flesh, but they hurt as much as if they did.

Georgina danced from foot to foot trying to find relief from the dreadful spikes, but every new spot she tried was just as bad as the last. Her wildly churning legs unwittingly tugged on the breast chains of her girls, twisting their nipples and sending them swinging back and forth. In a desperate attempt to relieve her tortured feet, she found herself pressing down with her arms to try and lift her weight from the spiked surface. This drew further complaints from her twins as her hands were driven deeper into their stuffed pussies.

"Haha! That was fantastic!" Sheriff Spite chuckled with laughter. She watched Georgina continue to struggle to find the least painful position available to her. "I think Gary should be ready to test out the brakes right about now."

At the front of the cargo area, on the bulkhead of the truck, a small red LED flashed on as Gary, up in the cab, pressed down on the brake pedal. Georgina didn't see the light turn on. Instead what she felt was a sudden surge of electricity rocket through the metal spikes underfoot and surge up through her feet. Unfortunately the current didn't stop there. It exited her body at her metal ankle shackles, traveled up the connected chains, and into the tits of the two suspended blonds that were connected to a ground source on the bar they dangled from.

The three Grace women screamed in unison as their bodies were assaulted by the sting of electricity, Georgina in her aching feet and the girls in their clamped tits. Their muscles clenched and spasmed involuntarily. Georgina could feel this manifest on her hands as the twins' pussies bore down on her buried fingers.

Georgina instinctively jumped away from the source of pain, tugging hard on her girls' tits and once more mashing her hands deeper into their cunts. But even this could not carry her full weight and she dropped down hard on the cables connecting her wire bra to the ceiling. The wires of the bra compressed, drawing excruciatingly tight about her generous tits, the meaty flesh bulged out between the wires like an overfilled bag bursting at the seams. At the same time her breasts were yanked up and away, supporting nearly all her weight while her legs flailed wildly.

The surprise of the shock and the pain in her breasts caused Georgina to bite down on her gag. The mass of rubber expanded to her throat, choking off her scream, replacing it with coughs and retches that made her body jump about on the taut breast cables like a hooked fish drawn out of the water by an angler.

When her feet finally touched down on the spikes once more, the trio was left gasping for breath and sobbing in pain. What Georgina would soon learn was that every time the driver of the trucks applied the brakes, it would trigger a blast of electricity out of the spikes. The goop slathered on her ankles was not, in fact, the same lubricant she'd been offered before for her hands. It was conductive gel to ensure the best possible connection for the electricity to travel through her tortured feet and into her daughters' clamped tits.

After a moment, things calmed down somewhat in the back of the truck. It was then that Gary demonstrated the turn signals. Just to the left of the red LED for the brake light was a green one representing the turn signal. Once again Georgina wailed as she felt a jolt of electricity surge through her foot, but this time only through her left side. The green light blinked in time with the turn signal, matching the short blasts of current applied to the spikes on the left side of the floor. Georgina instinctively lifted her left leg, sparing herself and Serena further shocks, moaning as she balanced all her weight on her right toes and the spikes below and evaded the electric torture. But then Gary adjusted the turn signal for the other direction. Georgina squealed as the shocks shifted to her other side and Alex. She quickly adjusted again before Gary disabled the turn signal.

"Looks like everything is in order," Sheriff Spite remarked. "Have a pleasant trip!"

She climbed out of the truck and slid the door closed behind her. The dim overhead light shut off. Georgina peered miserably about through the narrow slits of her fearsomely tight hood. There was a digital clock mounted on the bulkhead before her. It was five minutes past ten.

Just three hours, Georgina told herself. I just need to survive for three hours. She could feel the truck shift as the sheriff climbed into the cab. Georgina and the twins screamed in unison as Gary pressed the brakes and put the engine in gear. The truck rolled forward, beginning Georgina's nightmarish journey to hell.