The Gathering Storm - A Group XS Story

Emily pulled the final item out of the wooden crate and set it down on the table beside her. Mistress Lisa had been true to her word and had stopped caning Katie's tits while she cooperated, though the battered slave still hung from the ceiling by her wrists, sniffling and sobbing after her latest punishment. Her breasts had been returned to her bra, which Emily now noticed was one of Group XS's pin studded punishment bras.

Mistress Lisa had watched patiently while Emily was instructed to remove everything from the wooden crate and place it on the table that she was told to drag next to it. Each item had been carefully wrapped in paper or packed in a case to disguise what it was, though Emily got clues about a few of the items as she heard liquid slosh within, or metal clank together. Some items were big or heavy, some were smaller than her hand. All of them terrified her to her core.

"Is that everything?" Lisa asked as Emily set down the final package.

"Yes, mistress," Emily replied, standing next to the table with her head bowed and her hands clasped submissively behind her back.

"First off, you're wearing far too many clothes for your new role in our organization. Take off your jacket and your blouse." She waited while Emily did so, the slave neatly folded the items and set them aside. "Wow," Lisa whistled in admiration. "That is a great set of tits you've got there. I can see why Group XS was so eager to have you back!"

"Thank you, mistress," Emily mumbled, blushing.

"Now lose the skirt."

Emily took a breath, undid her skirt, and pushed it down over her hips. Mistress Lisa's face lit up when she saw Emily's skimpy thong and garter belt. "My! You really dressed to impress. Did you think you were working in an office or whoring out on a date?"

Emily blushed deeper. The confidence she'd had from looking her best had morphed to shame as she revealed her assets for all to see.

"I want you to take off your panties and drape them over your head. Make sure the crotch is right over your nose, I want you to smell that cute little pussy."

Emily complied. She couldn't believe that she was doing this to herself. For all she knew, Mistress Lisa was hundreds of miles away. But she was trapped, locked in her own apartment by the very devices that she thought were there to keep her safe, and Mistress Lisa had Katie to act as her hostage, threatening punishment for her as a consequence for anything less than absolute obedience. She peered out through the leg holes of her panties at her computer.

Mistress Lisa had stepped beside Katie and unlocked her right wrist from the manacle holding it above her head. "Now, before we get started in earnest, let's begin with a little stress reliever. Maybe we can lighten the mood a little." Mistress Lisa smiled. "I want you two girls to use your hand to masturbate to orgasm."

Katie looked over at her mistress and realized she was serious. She quickly used her free hand to undo her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and revealing her bare cunt underneath, then she brought her hand to her pussy and started vigorously playing with herself. Emily, on the other hand, was more hesitant. She hadn't had sex or masturbated at all since her earlier escape from Group XS. Any sort of intimate touch just dredged up horrible, painful, humiliating memories.

"I'm going to change into something a bit more comfortable and prepare a few toys for us," Mistress Lisa said. "I should add that any girl who hasn't cum by the time I'm ready will a get a little something extra added to her punishment."

With that threat hanging overhead, Emily reached down to her dry cunt and started playing with herself. There's nothing like the threat of pain and humiliation to get a girl in the mood, she thought sarcastically. On the screen she could see that Katie was really motivated. She was rubbing her pussy like there was no tomorrow. She hung from her left wrist with her eyes tightly shut, apparently trying to fantasize something more arousing than her current circumstances. Her hand was a blur as she fingered her cunt and massaged her clit. Soft grunts escaped her taped mouth as her arousal increased.

Meanwhile Emily was just getting started. She felt like a stranger as she fondled her pussy for the first time in ages. Despite her best efforts she just couldn't get herself into the right frame of mind, nevertheless, she kept trying.

A few moments later Mistress Lisa reappeared in the video just as Katie pushed herself over the edge. The beautiful blond lawyer had shed her business suit and now prowled about in a pair of red, latex bikini briefs and a matching latex bra. She wore thigh high stiletto boots and elbow length latex opera gloves. The entire ensemble had been polished to a shine and fit her like it had been painted on. Her long, blond hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. She looked at the camera and addressed Emily.

"I'll give you one more minute," she said. Then she sauntered behind Katie, who was basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, her fingers still gently stroking the folds of her pussy. Mistress Lisa bent forward and sensually nuzzled Katie's neck, giving her little kisses while her hands tenderly roamed up and down the girl's body. She produced a pair of scissors and used them to cut away the slave's blouse, leaving her wearing nothing but the pin studded punishment bra wrapped snuggly around her bruised tits.

"That's enough!" Mistress Lisa abruptly declared. "Hands behind your head." Emily groaned as she obediently stood at attention. Katie lifted her hand free from her pussy as well. "It seems that you just can't help but continue to waste my time, slave. Let's begin your punishment. Open the largest package that you took out of the crate, it has a number one printed on it."

Emily found the package. She could hear metal clattering around in it as she opened it up. Inside was a telescoping steel bar and a set of metal stocks.

"First you will take the bar and insert it into the bracket mounted on the floor of the crate. The sides of the crate fold down so that you can get in there."

Emily worked the latches on the sides of the crate, letting them fall to the floor so that the area all around was covered by the rough, unfinished plywood. She pressed the pole into the bracket and heard it snap into place with the pole sticking straight up. The connection on the bracket was strong and once it hooked on, it wouldn't come undone no matter how much one pulled on it.

"Good. You'll see that the stocks have a hole at the center which will fit around the pole. Slide that on now."

Emily lined up the hole over the pole and slid the stocks down onto it. Now the metal restraint was centered about the upright pole, but still able to rotate around it.

"Now I want you to lock your ankles into the stocks. But take your shoes off first."

Emily hesitated, knowing that once she locked herself in, she'd be unlikely to be able to get herself out. She looked with trepidation at the computer.

"What are you waiting for? It's totally harmless," Mistress Lisa assured her. "See. I've got the same setup right here. Katie will show you."

The beautiful blond domme unchained Katie's other wrist and her ankles then urged her toward an identical setup nearby. Katie slowly padded forward, stiff from being chained up for so long. She centered herself standing over the pole, which reached to knee level, then lined up her ankles with the shackles on either end of the stocks. She stepped into the shackles and locked them closed, then raised herself upright once more with her hands behind her head.

"Your turn."

Emily sighed and stepped out of her shoes. She winced as her stockinged feet set down upon the rough, splintery wood of the crate. She lined up her ankles with the stocks. Click. She locked the first shackle around her slender ankle. There was only one size and it fit snugly against her skin. She noticed, too, that once the shackle had locked closed it couldn't be opened again without a special tool - which she clearly didn't have. She reluctantly locked her other ankle in place as well. The stocks held her feet about shoulder width apart. Fortunately, because they were affixed to the center pole via a ring around it, it meant that she could easily change its height, standing flatfooted or on tiptoe as she liked. She could also rotate around the pole if she made short, halting steps.

"Okay. Now you will open the case labeled 'two'," Lisa instructed.

Emily leaned over to the table, which was still within reach while she was locked in the stocks. She took a breath and flipped open the case. Inside were a pair of dildos. One was smooth black rubber, about eight inches long and perhaps an inch and a half thick. The other was about the same size, however, it was covered all up and down its length by thin, downward facing, half inch bristles.

Mistress Lisa held up a pair of identical dildos over in her dungeon. "Since Katie was a good girl and came like she was ordered to, she may have this one." She handed the smooth, black dildo to her nervous slave. "You, on the other hand, have earned the other. There's an attachment on the bottom that will fix it to the top of the pole between your legs. You may want to moisten it up a little first," she added with a wink.

With trepidation, Emily picked up the punishment dildo. She tested the pokey bristles with her finger - they were flexible, but sharp, and angled downward at about forty five degrees so that it almost looked like some sort of demented Christmas tree. She inserted the smooth tip into her mouth, coating it in saliva. She licked carefully down its length, feeling the bristles tickle and scrape her tongue. Then when she was satisfied that it was wet enough she bent down and locked it onto the top of the pole.

"There you go. Just lift the pole up and slide the dildo in," Lisa advised.

Emily started extending the telescoping pole. A ratchet clicked as she moved it up, meaning the pole could only lengthen, never shorten. Each click brought the menacing dildo closer and closer to Emily's pussy. She gasped as the tip of the dildo grazed her labia. Her hands began trembling. With the fear of impending penetration, her cunt had shut tighter than a clam. She looked up at Mistress Lisa with tears in her eyes. "I can't," she sobbed. "I can't."

"You will," Lisa replied.

"No, I can't," Emily cried. She knew from terrible experience that refusing her mistress would bring down greater punishment on herself, but she just couldn't get herself to do it.

Mistress Lisa scowled. "Perhaps you just need Katie to show you how?" She snatched the smooth, black dildo out of the girl's hands and thrust the bristled one at her instead.

"Mmmph!" Katie protested at the unfairness of being punished for Emily's reticence.

Lisa glared at Emily. "See? Now you and your friend can both share the same experience."

Emily was at a loss for words. She fully expected to be punished for disobeying, but to take it out on Katie? She felt terrible. Emily grasped the bar and raised it a few more clicks, but still the menacing dildo didn't enter her pussy. Instead, she found herself reflexively raising up onto her toes like a timid swimmer walking deeper into a cold pool. She paused again, once she could stretch herself no higher.

"I'm waiting," Lisa warned. "Do I need to switch out Katie's dildo for an even worse one?" She briefly walked out of frame, but what she returned with stunned both Katie and Emily. Each girl had heard the stories of Mistress XS's infamous Punisher dildo, but neither had ever seen it firsthand. The item Mistress Lisa held up bore a striking resemblance to the legendary dildo. The Punisher was about ten inches long, shaped like five balls fixed end to end with each ball bigger than the last as it went from the tip to the base. The entire length of the dildo was covered in short, prickly horsehair and little bits of sharp wire. At the top were three short, gleaming, metal spikes sticking straight out. At the base were more upward facing spikes that would drive into its victim's labia once the dildo was fully inserted.

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" Katie begged, the fear and panic on her face were apparent. Mistress Lisa took a step toward Katie.

"No! Wait!" Emily shouted. "I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Mistress Lisa paused to watch. Emily bit her lip and grabbed the pole with both hands. She closed her eyes and sank down onto the dildo. "Ah! Oh! Oh!" She felt the bristles dragging along her insides as her pussy swallowed several inches of its length. There was a pinch as the cock bottomed out in her cunt. Emily tried to rise back to her toes, but realized that, with the angle of the bristles, the dildo went in much easier than it went out. Instead she heard the 'click, click' as the bar lifted along with her, locking the dildo up in her pussy.

"There you go," Mistress Lisa said with a smile. "Just a few more clicks and you'll have the bar fully extended."

Emily whimpered in misery. She could feel the dildo inserted deep up inside her as she leaned over to pull the bar even higher. With her toes already stretching her up, she practically had to jump to extend the bar all the way. "Ayeee!" Emily yelped. "Please mistress! It's too high. It's hurts so much," she pleaded. The dildo was so deep that she was practically sitting on her cervix.

"Nonsense! You're doing great," Lisa chided her, watching Emily dance up on tiptoe. Any effort to move herself higher on the pole was stymied by her rapidly tiring feet and the cruel downward facing bristles that dug into her vagina like a barb on a fishhook. "Now Katie's turn."

Having wasted enough time waiting for Emily to do the job, Mistress Lisa decided to take matters into her own hands. She put away The Punisher, much to Katie's relief, and grabbed the bristled dildo out of the girl's hands. She locked it onto the top of the pole and knelt down beside it. Then with one smooth, fast motion, she extended the pole to its full length all in one go.

Katie screamed as she was impaled on the wicked dildo. Without the benefit of licking the cock beforehand, the only lubricant she had was her own residual wetness from her earlier masturbation. She flew up onto her toes, mimicking Emily as she danced from foot to foot trying to relieve the deep penetration of her cunt. Her hands dropped to her crotch, uselessly pawing at her aching pussy until Mistress Lisa ordered her slaves to return their hands behind their heads.

"Finally we can get to the fun," Mistress Lisa said to the two dancing girls. "Emily, we've given you all manner of delightful toys for us to play with. I have many of the same ones here. If you show any reluctance to follow my instructions then Katie will join you in your punishment. In addition, I have several more toys that are a step beyond even what you have. If you continue to disobey then things may get very unpleasant for Katie. Shall we begin?"

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Crack! "Ahhh! Ahhhh!" Tania screamed. "Eighty eight. Thank you, mistress," she sobbed as the surging pain of the cane stroke melted into the ever escalating baseline agony that enveloped her body.

Over an hour ago she had finally finished collecting the grains of rice from the back of the truck for the second time. In one way, the second time was easier, since she didn't have to contend with a shifting and jostling truck in motion, tossing her about. But in every other way it was much, much worse. She operated under the close personal supervision of Mistress Olga, who made liberal use of her horsewhip to hurry Tania along every step of the way. Tania's body was quickly crisscrossed with red welts all over. The first time through the task she had sometimes been able to avoid having her magnetic nipple clamps latch onto the floor beneath her when she stooped over, the second time, however, Mistress Olga's constant interference made that impossible. As a result, her nipples had been grotesquely stretched and horribly bruised by the pull of the clamps. The entire time Tania could hear poor Hannah screaming in claustrophobic panic while she wasted away trapped inside her electrified sarcophagus. As far as Tania knew, the terrified girl was still there even now.

After finishing the task, Tania was offered a drink to quench her thirst. Upon accepting, Mistress Olga straddled the exhausted woman's face and gave her spurt after spurt of hot piss until her stomach was nearly full. Then she was given a very brief respite to rest in the back of the truck while Mistress Olga prepared the additional punishment she had earned. Her 'failure' to collect all the grains of rice the first time had sentenced her to one hundred seventy cane strokes on her ass.

Crack! "Ayeeee!" Tania gasped for breath. "Eighty nine. Thank you, mistress."

She'd been hauled into a dungeon, stripped naked, and draped over a whipping horse. The padded leather pressed hard into her hips as she was bent over it at ninety degrees. Her ankles had been cuffed to either edge of the base. Her wrists had been stretched forward to the wall in front of her and chained in place. Her ass was thrust out invitingly for the kiss of the cane.

Crack! "Unnngh!" She fought to swallow down the surge of pain. "Ninety. Thank you, mistress," she said weakly.

She'd been instructed to count every stroke and to thank her mistress after each one. She'd been told that failing to do so would mean starting over at the beginning. The task kept her lucid, kept her focused, kept her anticipating every terrible strike. She couldn't allow herself to slip away into oblivion, to wallow in her misery as a passive participant. She was terrified of missing a count. She tried to keep the tally on her fingers, in case the sick blackening pain of the cane blanked her mind. Anxiety consumed her between blows.

For the last dozen or so strikes, however, a different worry had worked itself into her conscious mind. She'd felt a growing cramp in her stomach. Minute by minute the pain grew worse. Her ass was battered further black and blue while her insides tied themselves into knots. Soon she was moaning between blows, not from the agony of her ass, but from the battle being waged in her stomach.

What Tania didn't know was that the cramps were of her own making. She'd been ordered not to eat any of the white rice scattered as an obstacle for her in the back of the truck. Having been starved for most of the previous day, Tania decided to risk eating some anyway, unaware that the forbidden treat had been tainted with a powerful laxative that was just now starting to have an effect.

Crack! "Ahhh!" Tania could feel the rumbling move to her colon. "Ninety, uh, ninety one. Thank you, mistress."

She was losing focus as she fought a losing battle with her digestive system. She knew messing herself would only lead to further punishment, humiliation, and abuse. She clenched her asshole tight, willing herself to hold on, telling herself the cramps would soon pass.

Crack! "Ungh! Oh, oh, no!" Tania lost her battle. Her ass erupted with watery shit and flatulence. The dirty brown liquid dribbled down her legs and splattered out across the floor behind her. Mistress Olga jumped out of the way while the contents of Tania's bowels spilled out on the floor. She immediately knew this was the result of Tania defying her. "Ninety two. Thank you, mistress," Tania bawled, quivering in her bonds. "I'm sorry, mistress. I'm sorry."

"Slave," Olga asked. "Do you have a stomach ache?"

"Yes, mistress," Tania groaned.

"Do you know why you have a stomach ache?" she asked, trying to keep the growing rage out of her voice.

"No, mistress."

"It is because you ate the rice that you were expressly forbidden from eating, you lying deceitful cunt!" Olga shouted so loud that the walls practically rattled.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The dam broke and Olga's rage came pouring out in a frenzy of devastating cane strikes. Tania writhed under the fury of her mistress. She bucked and screamed and thrashed, hardly moving at all, her bondage was so tight. Olga didn't stop until finally one wild cane strike landed off target and the cane broke over Tania's dirty, devastated ass.

In all the rage and screaming Tania didn't hear another visitor enter the dungeon. It wasn't until this new person walked up behind Tania and allowed her perfume to waft up over the distraught woman that her presence was subtly announced. The sweet, sharp, flowery scent cut through even the stench of Tania's mess. Only one person in Group XS wore that perfume and Tania's already racing heart beat a little faster upon detecting it.

"Oh my! What a terrible smell!" Mistress XS said. "What's going on here?"

Olga calmed her rage so that she could address her fellow mistress. "Not only did this slave fail to accomplish the task that I assigned for her during our outing, but she stole food and ate it without permission. Then when I specifically asked her about it, she lied to me!"

"And now she's made this terrible mess all over the floor," Mistress XS added. "I think she has certainly earned herself some additional punishment."

Tania sagged hopelessly in her bonds. She didn't think she could possibly hurt any more, then again it was difficult to underestimate the depravity of Group XS.

"Wouldn't you agree, Tania?" Mistress XS asked, leaning over to address the devastated woman. Tania was crying uncontrollably now. As Group XS's chief traitor she had earned a place as their favorite painslut. She received all the worst punishments. And yet, no matter how awful they were, how thoroughly she was raped, how badly she was beaten - they kept finding ways to escalate her misery and suffering to new heights.

Mistress XS scowled at the pathetic wretch. She noted the woman's severely bruised nipples. She lifted her hands and her fingers latched onto the purpled tips of Tania's tits.

"Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhh!" Tania shrieked as Mistress XS twisted her nipples and pinched them with her fingernails.

"I asked you a question," Mistress XS said, continuing to relentlessly abuse Tania's tender tits. "Don't you agree that you have earned yourself some additional punishment?"

"Yes! Yes! I have!" Tania screamed, futilely trying to twist out of the crushing, vice-like grip on her nipples.

"Good," Mistress XS said, letting go and standing up straight. "Then we're all in agreement."

"First thing," she continued as she signaled Olga to help her release Tania from her restraints, "is that you ought to clean up this awful mess you've made."

Tania collapsed to the floor as the final restraint was unlocked from her wrist. She gazed nauseously at the sickening puddle of runny shit next to her. She glanced up at her mistresses hopefully wondering if she'd be given a bucket or a rag. The expectant glares she received in return made it clear that there would be no such thing. She was to lick up the mess with her tongue and swallow it all down.

"Get moving."

The pair watched as Tania groveled at their feet, slowly dragging herself toward the mess. Of course, she'd been forced to eat shit fairly regularly by Group XS, but even that was no match for the foul slurry pooled before her. Just the smell was enough to turn her stomach. She tentatively stuck out her tongue to lick the first spot. She paused to gather herself, but Olga's heavy boot came down on the back of her head, mashing her face into the puddle and smearing the filth all over.

"Ah! Uggh!" Tania dry heaved, shuddering at the touch of the cool, fetid liquid against her skin.

"Faster!" She was ordered.

Mistress XS towered over Tania while she worked. She kept a hand between her legs, slowly stroking her pussy through her latex panties. Watching the miserable wretch debase herself was really turning her on. She couldn't wait for Tania to see what else she had in store for her.

---

Emily was trembling with anticipation. The next item Mistress Lisa had ordered her to retrieve from the packages arrayed before her was a garment vaguely resembling a tube top. However, the top was not made out of cloth, but rather various sized rubber bands connected together via a flat, narrow metal plate. The whole thing had gone over her head easy enough - even loose, the rubber bands were large enough to slide down to her neck. Getting the garment the rest of the way down, however, took a lot of patience and persistence.

Emily had to stretch each rubber band individually over her shoulders and gradually slide each one down as the outfit inched down her body. She had been instructed to position the metal plate along her spine. Now as the "clothing" had finally settled into place Emily could feel the pressure of roughly a dozen thin stretchy bands digging into her flesh from her armpits down to her navel. The bands were spaced about an inch apart, running parallel to each other before meeting at the plate on her back that maintained their spacing. Her breasts bulged from between the stretchy material, lifted and pressed together by their constriction. Spaced along each band, separated by a few inches, were small plastic loops just barely larger in diameter than her index finger.

"Oh, you look so lovely," Mistress Lisa remarked. While Emily had been fitting herself with her "tube top", Lisa had been helping Katie put on a similarly designed "miniskirt" back in the dungeon where they resided.

The two slaves made quite the sight. Emily with her rubber band top, which concealed nothing at all, and her stockings and garter belt. Katie wearing her pin-studded punishment bra and rubber band skirt, her lips buried beneath the layers of her tape gag. Both girls stood high up on their toes, trying to escape the dildos buried deep in their cunts.

"Your task is simple," Lisa explained. "You see the rings attached all along each of the bands? I want you to break each one off. Here's how you do it, I'll demonstrate on Katie."

"Hmmph?!" Katie objected. But she obediently kept her hands held up behind her head while she watched Mistress Lisa reach down and hook her finger through one of the small loops located on a band that ran above her pussy, then she drew the loop slowly away from Katie's body. The tension on the band grew and grew as it stretched more and more. Katie mewed with anxiety, her eyes riveted to the little loop that held the band.

Snap! The plastic loop suddenly broke and the band that it held back was immediately unconstrained. It rocketed back towards Katie's body, striking hard against her bikini area. Katie screamed in pain and bent double. Her hands flashed down to massage the stinging, damaged area.

"I told you to keep your hands behind your head!" Lisa barked. She quickly grabbed another loop positioned over Katie's butt cheek and ripped it back like she was starting a lawnmower.

Snap! "Ahhh!" Katie screamed again and bolted upright as her ass blossomed in pain. But the message had gotten through. She lifted her hands up behind her head once again, her whole body shuddering with sobs.

"Got it? Or do you need a few more demos?" Lisa asked Emily.

"No! I understand, mistress," Emily quickly replied.

"Alright, get to work. Any hesitation and I'll get Katie here to cheer you on," Mistress Lisa sneered and Katie whimpered. "She actually has it worse than you. Take a look."

The camera zoomed in on Katie's midsection. Mistress Lisa peeled back one of the stretchy bands wrapped around Katie's waist to reveal that the inside of the band was studded with little flecks of sharp metal. Sure enough, a little dribble of blood trickled down from Katie's body where the barbs had broken the skin during the first two snaps.

Emily was silently grateful that she didn't have it so bad. Nevertheless, she had a daunting task ahead of her. She figured she'd start at the bottom and work her way up. She knew that the bands on her tits would hurt the worst and she wanted to put that off as long as possible.

She inserted her finger into a loop near her belly button and started pulling it away from her body. The band pulled tight against her waist. She could feel the resistance growing as she stretched it farther and farther away. The insidiousness of the loops was that there was no telling when one would snap. Emily was kept in suspense along with everyone else, wondering when the loop would break and send the band surging back to her body. Her arm extended almost as far as she could reach. She was starting to wonder what Mistress Lisa would do if she couldn't stretch the band far enough to break the loop, then - Snap!

The loop cracked and the band crashed back into her body. "Ow! Fuck!" Emily exclaimed. She hunched over as the stinging pain spread all along the point of contact. She gingerly peeled the band aside to see an angry red line along her tummy. She gently rubbed the affected area, wondering if the impact would leave a bruise.

Snap! Katie shrieked in pain as Mistress Lisa ripped a loop off over her hip. The girl twisted and wailed in pain, but determinedly kept her hands behind her head.

"Keep going. This will take all day if you pause between pulls," Lisa instructed, while Katie whimpered behind her.

Emily took a deep breath and reached for the next loop.

---

"All full little piggy?" Olga taunted Tania as she lay on the floor clutching her gut. She'd finally finished lapping up the last of her foul mess. She'd had to start again almost from the beginning when, after getting halfway through her task, her stomach couldn't take any more of the dreadful slurry and she vomited up nearly everything she'd consumed. Mistress XS and Olga "politely" insisted that she press on, licking up the same horrendous slop, now combined with her bile.

Tania groaned and rolled over. Her tongue was raw from dragging it across the rough concrete. Her long blond hair was streaked brown and smelled of shit, which was also smeared all over her face.

Splash! Olga tipped a bucket of ice cold water over Tania's face, washing away much of the detritus that clung to her hair and skin. Tania was shocked alert by the icy blast. She curled into a ball and shivered.

"Enough loafing," Mistress XS snapped. "It's time to continue your punishment." She grabbed a handful of Tania's wet hair and pulled her upright. Tania squealed as she rolled onto her battered ass. She quickly scrambled to her knees. "Olga would you please retrieve the sexy new lingerie that we've had crafted for Tania?"

Olga smiled broadly. "Yes, mistress."

"I think you'll really appreciate this new set. We reserve it for especially bad girls," Mistress XS explained while she fitted a tight metal cuff around each of Tania's thumbs. She helped Tania to her feet and lowered a pair of chains from the ceiling. She hooked one thumb cuff to each chain and then started raising the chains. Tania felt her arms pulled over her head. The chains kept retracting and pulled her arms straight. A little further and Tania was up on tiptoe. She groaned as more and more of her weight shifted to her thumbs. A smidge more and Tania cried out as she was lifted just high enough for the tips of her toes to tantalizingly graze the floor. Her fingers flexed open and closed, grabbing for the chains that were out of her reach.

"I wouldn't wriggle around too much," Mistress XS advised. "You don't want to dislocate your thumbs."

"Mistress, please lower me just a little bit. I can't bear it," Tania begged.

"There, there," Mistress XS responded empathetically. "I've got just the thing to take your mind off of that."

She took an item off the stack of things Olga had retrieved and held it up for Tania to see. Mistress XS was right - it certainly did take Tania's mind off of her painful suspension. Having spent more than her fair share of time in the clutches of Group XS, Tania was no stranger to a pair of spiked punishment panties, but the ones Mistress XS proudly displayed to her took things to a whole new level. 'Standard' punishment panties were typically fitted with short, stubby pins intended to scrape and irritate the skin of the wearer. These panties, on the other hand, bristled with row after row of sharp metal spikes somewhere between half to three quarters of an inch long.

"What do you think?" Mistress XS mused. "Don't they look just delightfully devilish? We had you in mind when we designed them. You've earned only the most severe punishments. We didn't want to disappoint you."

"Please, mistress, no. Don't make me wear those. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Tania begged.

Mistress XS brushed off her pleas. "There was some concern that you would pass out before you got a chance to fully appreciate the fit of your new clothing, especially once you are wearing the matching corset and bra. But then the ever helpful Dr. Zorhof had the brilliant idea of coating the spikes with her famous 'bee sting' serum. It has a stimulant in it that keeps even the most overtaxed slave awake and kicking for hours." She turned the panties inside out and held them up so Tania could see the sticky gel dabbed upon the tip of each needle sharp pin. "Olga, would you help me get Tania dressed?"

"No! No!" Tania shrieked as the duo took up position on her flanks. She kicked and flailed, futilely trying to keep them at bay. Mistress XS passed the panties between her legs. Her flailing ceased as she felt the first brush of the spikes against her skin. The panties didn't have leg holes, as the tight leather would have been impossible to push up over her hips with the spikes. Instead, there was a heavy duty zipper on each side near her hip.

Tania gasped as she felt the crotch of the panties touch her pussy. Her heart was absolutely pounding in fear. Her first pained screams came as she felt the soft leather envelope her battered ass. Olga and Mistress XS each wrestled with a zipper, fighting to get the tight leather closed. Tania felt several of the cruel spikes sink into her flesh, immediately followed by the fiery sting of Dr. Zorhof's venom as it permeated her body.

"Aaagggghhh! Aaaagghhh!" Tania frantically screamed as the zippers on the punishment panties slid fully closed and were locked shut. Mistress XS and Olga stepped back to admire the misery they'd inflicted on their deserving slave. They waited a few moments for Tania to savor the pain of her panties before moving on to the bra. The cups of the bra bristled with just as many spikes as the panties, equally spread throughout and pointing inward so that her tits would be impaled from every possible angle.

Tania's voice finally broke as the bra engulfed her breasts. The cacophony of her suffering was reduced to a raspy wheezing, much to the relief of Olga and Mistress XS, who were busily tightening down the straps to hold the bra in place.

They didn't bother waiting to put on the corset. Tania had already begun to drift into oblivion as her most sensitive areas alighted in agony - crushed, pierced, and blazing under the sting of a thousand wasps. They were delighted to see her face contort into a mask of horror as the laces of the corset were pulled tight. The corset was rather short, extending only from the tops of her hips to just below her ribs, covering only the soft flesh where the spikes could find purchase. But when the laces were drawn tight it narrowed Tania's waist dramatically. Her breathing was reduced to short, ragged breaths, limited not just by the tight embrace on her diaphragm, but also by the searing agony she felt in her chest when her lungs expanded and pressed her tits harder into the bra.

Olga and Mistress XS watched their miserable marionette twitch and sway, suspended by her thumbs. From the outside, her leather lingerie didn't look too dissimilar from any of the other attire that naughty slaves at Group XS wore. But upon closer examination one could see several lumpy spots on each garment where some of the pins had stubbornly refused to sink in and allow the leather to lie flat.

Mistress XS decided to rectify these imperfections. She picked up a long, thick wooden paddle. Thwack! Tania's body surged forward from the impact to her ass. The sounds escaping from her mouth no longer sounded human as she descended deeper and deeper into hell. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Mistress XS methodically drove each remaining pin in deep like a carpenter hammering nails into a board. She didn't stop until the panties lay smooth across Tania's tortured ass, giving her a few more hard whacks for good measure.

Then she moved upward, applying her cruel paddle to Tania's tummy and waist. Tania swung back and forth like a piñata at kid's party. Each impact drove the air out of her lungs, causing her to gasp for breath while the onslaught continued.

Tania hung limp by the time the paddle made its way to her tits. Mistress XS swung from every angle - top, bottom, side to side, and straight on - to make sure no spikes escaped her thorough inspection. Tania would have passed out from the pain long ago if not for the stimulants coursing through her blood from the bee sting serum.

The paddle clattered to the floor. "Mmmm, you look absolutely lovely in your new lingerie. I bet all the members will want to see you in it," Mistress XS purred. She hugged her body against her suffering slave and kissed her neck. Her hands roamed over the now smoothed leather covering the woman's tightly packed bottom. A hand found its way into her own panties, fondling her gushing wet pussy. "We'll give you some time to more fully appreciate it before we resume the rest of your punishment."

Mistress XS turned to Olga. "Do you know where Alison Wells is? I could certainly use her tongue in my pussy about now."

"I believe she is in The Tank," Olga replied.

"Darn. I suppose her friend, Tracy Burns, will have to do instead." Mistress XS turned to leave. She didn't get more than two steps toward the door when she paused, turned around, and picked up the heavy paddle from the floor to take with her. She gave Olga a devilish wink as she left.

---

Snap! Emily grimaced as the elastic band sprang into her ribs. "Ummph!" She wished she could pause and rub her stinging, raw skin but Mistress Lisa allowed no breaks. Any delay and the cruel domme didn't hesitate to unleash her own cruel punishment on Katie. The poor girl's thighs and ass were already well marked with welts inflicted by the attack of her own bands.

The problem now was that Emily had already plucked the 'low hanging fruit' as it were. The remaining bands she was required to pull all wrapped tightly around her generous tits. She decided to start off toward the side. She pulled on a loop positioned over her armpit. She felt the familiar sense of dread as the band stretched away from her body farther and farther, not knowing when the loop would break and the tight elastic would zip back at her.

Snap! "Ahhhhh!" Emily screamed. The stretchy material lashed into her armpit. Her body was unexpectedly sensitive there. Her hand flew to the site of the impact to try and massage the stinging pain away.

Snap! Katie wailed into her tape gag as Lisa unleashed another attack on her ass. A dribble of blood trickled away from the band where its barbs broke the skin. "I told you to quit wasting time," Mistress Lisa barked.

Katie whimpered as Emily was spurred along. Emily grabbed a ring from the opposite side, under her tit and pulled it. Snap! "Aiyeee!" This one hurt nearly as much as the last one. She tried to push through the pain. She glanced back at her monitor. Mistress Lisa had grabbed ahold of another ring on Katie and was glaring at Emily, daring her to hesitate or complain.

Emily's hand was shaking as she grabbed for the next ring. She realized now the flaw in her plan - by doing the 'easy' loops first it allowed her no respite between the worst ones. She was forced to go from bad to worse with her cruel mistress incessantly goading her on, ordering her to move faster, faster. She decided to modify her strategy and grabbed for a ring over her nipple - one of those she feared most - so that she wouldn't have to do the very worst loops back to back.

On the display, Mistress Lisa watched intently as Emily prepared to continue torturing herself. She had one hand on her latex covered pussy, casually playing with herself, and her other hand gently circling poor Katie's clit while the girl sobbed in pain and fear.

Emily drew back the band from her nipple. The tremors in her hand translated down the band, causing it to vibrate. She couldn't bear to watch. She considered closing her eyes as she felt the stretchy material grow taut. Her eyes narrowed just as the ring snapped. In the tiny instant before the band rocketed back to her chest, Emily saw the glint of metal sprinkled throughout the inside of the band. There wasn't enough time for her brain to register what that meant before the barbed band zipped back toward her breast. Snap!

"Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhh!" Emily felt her vision fade as the cruel band lashed her pale pink nipple, drawing blood where the sharp metal bits had torn at her flesh. Her body weakened and threatened to fade into unconsciousness. Only the sharp stab of the dildo crashing into her cervix as she slumped down on the pole was enough to rouse her back into her waking nightmare. Emily cradled her poor battered tit, bawling. She was horrified to learn that poor Katie had been subjected to these dreadful barbed snaps this entire time. The guilt for causing her such misery was intense.

"Miss West... you need to keep going," Lisa warned.

"I can't. I can't," Emily sobbed.

"Hmm, well, I thought Katie might be spared this one, but if you can't finish then I guess we might as well get it out of the way." Mistress Lisa kneeled down in front of Katie and grabbed a ring near the top of the girl's pussy and slowly drew it back. She took extra care to aim it in a way that the impact of the band when it was released would strike Katie right on the clit! "I wonder, do you think her little love nub will pop like a zit when the band crashes into it?"

"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" A suddenly animated Katie pleaded with her mistress to spare her, pleaded with Emily to continue, and pleaded with every higher power known to man to save her precious clit.

"Hold still, you worthless cunt! If I miss then I'm just going to try again," Lisa said. "Unless Emily continues." She glanced at her remote slave, then pulled the band back a little further.

"No! Wait! Please! I'll keep going," Emily cried.

Mistress Lisa smiled. "I knew you'd come around." She slowly lowered the elongated band back towards Katie's trembling pussy and stood up. She returned to her display to watch Emily, while once again stroking her pussy and softly petting Katie's clit while the girl shook with adrenaline. "Well, I'm waiting."

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Beth landed with a thud onto the floor of her cell. Midori attached the heavy chain on the wall to her collar and freed her arms from the armbinder pinning them behind her back.

"Midori happy. You did good job this morning," the cruel Asian chirped. "Midori will leave 'special treat' in missy's lunch today."

Beth's stomach turned. She knew what that special treat would be. She groaned and rolled over onto her side, trying to avoid laying on her tits. They'd been tightly wrapped in thin, stiff wire at the base, first individually and then the last few loops together so that her swollen purple mounds were grotesquely mashed together. At least with the armbinder removed she no longer had the opposing force of her elbows pinned together behind her back trying to tug her breasts apart.

"Now missy clean herself up, take everything off, be ready for Master V date later." The cruel woman spun about and abruptly left, locking the door behind her.

Beth took a moment to steel herself, then wrapped both hands around the broom handle shoved in her ass and worked to pull it out. She moaned as the rough wood dragged across her anus, it was lodged in deep. When the end finally slipped free she set the broom aside and started peeling away the tape over her mouth. The adhesive was strong and Beth felt like she was tearing away the skin from her lips as she tugged at the tape. With that out of the way, she removed the pair of lacy, black panties that she'd been wearing earlier that morning from her mouth. She smoothed them out and set them down to dry.

Now she picked up the broom again and raised the shaft to her lips. She shuddered and sobbed as she licked the blood and shit from the end of the handle - she knew she'd be punished if she didn't clean up after herself.

She had been roused early that morning by Midori and told that she would be helping serve brunch to a few of the members. She was dressed in a skimpy maid's dress, lacy black panties, thigh high stockings, and six inch heels - all in all, not too bad considering the other outfits she'd worn in her time as a slave. Even the dildos she'd been given to occupy her holes were relatively modest. After braiding her long, tattered hair she was led upstairs to the dining room.

The brunch had gone well. Beth's stomach rumbled as she delivered hot plates loaded with pancakes and egg dishes to the table. The food she'd been given since she had been recaptured was barely enough to keep her alive and awful enough to make her wish she didn't know what it was. Smelling real quality food was torture in itself.

Beth kept the visitors plied with mimosas and bloody Marys, fearful that the booze might liven things up and lead to an impromptu 'play' session. Indeed, at the end of the brunch one of the guests asked Beth if she wanted a pancake. When she hurriedly agreed, he asked her how badly she wanted it, while staring intently at her chest. After a brief back and forth, Beth found herself begging to have her tits tortured in exchange for the pancake.

She knelt staring at the perfect little golden disk lying on the floor in front of her while her tits were cruelly bound with wire. Bending down to pick up the pancake afterward, she was quickly admonished for trying to use her hands and eat like a 'real person'. That was when one of the other guests insisted that she be fitted into the armbinder.

Beth screamed and begged as her arms were wrenched behind her back and tightly bound. She felt like her tits would tear to shreds as the wire kept them lashed together and the strain on her back and shoulders tried to pull them apart. Her complaints were so loud, in fact, that it was decided to gag poor Beth. Her panties were confiscated and, in a cruel twist of irony, wrapped around the pancake she had earned and then shoved into her mouth and taped in place.

Beth spent the rest of the meal chewing at her gag and prying her tongue between the folds of lace to try and retrieve her sweet treat. She hadn't decided yet whether the whole ordeal was worth it. Fortunately, the meal was soon over and the other slave who was on hand to help clear away the dishes had drawn the attention of the members. That slave soon found herself bent over the table and savagely fucked by the sadists while Beth was left to finish cleaning up.

With her hands bound behind her back and her mouth sealed shut, there wasn't much Beth was able to do. The member who had offered her the pancake noted her idleness and decided to help. There were plenty of crumbs on the floor and there was more than one way to hold a broom, he said. Thus, Beth was also bent over the table and had the handle of a broom forced into her ass. After several unnecessary pumps in and out and many more twists of the handle, she was set on her way.

The shaft of the broomstick was only a few feet long, so Beth found herself awkwardly squatting while she worked - a task that was all the more impressive as she struggled to balance on her six inch heels. She kept her ass clenched tight on the handle to keep it from sliding in deeper or banging around at her insides.

Now, back in her cell Beth had finished cleaning the broom handle and set it against the wall. Next was the unenviable task of freeing her tits from the binding wire. She gasped in relief and shuddered in pain as circulation returned to her chest. The thin wire had cut into her skin in several places leaving a dark red ring around her tits as they shifted in color from dark purple to a splotchy pale pink.

She removed her dress, stockings, and heels leaving her naked in the chill of her cell. She crawled over to the toilet mounted on the wall and looked inside. She was relieved to see that it had been recently flushed. Not only that, but it had been unsullied by anybody's waste so far today. She was absolutely forbidden to flush it herself. And since it was her only somewhat reliable source of fresh water, she pulled her hair back, stuck her face in the bowl, and drank until she was full. Next, she used the water to wash her face and privates. Finally, regrettably, she sat down on the bowl and emptied her bladder. She wondered if the toilet would be flushed again before thirst caused her to seek sustenance in the yellowed bowl once more. Though even that would be preferable to the punishment for urinating without permission.

Back on The Farm that would earn a slave a day in The Tank. The offending girl would be tightly bound, ring gagged, and confined to the septic tank for the compound. The only source of air required the girl to position her open mouth beneath the inlet pipe for the system. Beth shuddered as she recalled her time spent suffering within that dark, fetid enclosure, grateful that she now had access to a toilet on occasion - even if that was also her only source of drinking water.

Undressed, cleaned, and refreshed, Beth had nothing left to do now but wait. She knew Midori would be along in a little while with her lunch, and that she had another date today with her master. She figured she should take the opportunity to get some rest.

She made her way over to the cot with the dingy mattress in the corner. In her brief time here she had been responsible for adding several more stains to the soiled bed. One of Master V's favored activities involved raping her ass, then having her push his cum out and lick it up. Other times she was left gagged for extended periods and would awaken with her face in a puddle of drool.

She settled in and tried to evict the melancholy thoughts from her mind. Sometimes she wondered whether she should try to end her life by drowning herself in the toilet, or wrapping the heavy chain around her neck, but she didn't for several reasons. First, she wasn't brave enough to go through it. Second, she was absolutely terrified of what would happen to her if she tried and failed - there were many punishments worse than death, and she didn't doubt that she would experience them if Group XS thought she was trying to take the 'easy' way out. And, third, she still maintained a sliver of hope that she would be rescued. Catherine Grace had saved her two years ago, there was no reason to believe that she wouldn't do so again. Someone would notice she was missing and investigate. As long as Catherine was out there breathing a free breath, Beth could hold out hope that she would be free once again. She just had to survive.

She drifted off to sleep with thoughts of rescue in her mind. She was soon awakened, however, under the furious thrashing of a flogger. The braided leather strands crashed down on her again and again. Beth screamed and cried as she tried to shield her body from the blows.

"Wake up you fucking lazy piece of shit!" Master V growled as he brought his whip down over and over.

"Ah! No! No!" Beth cried, pulling her legs up to protect herself.

Master V momentarily paused his punishing rain of blows. "I had three simple instructions for you to follow while under my care. What was the first one?"

"My master likes his slaves to be dressed in tight leather when he plays with them," Beth sobbed.

"And are you?"

"No, sir. I wasn't given - Ah! Ah!"

"Are you trying to blame this on one of my associates?!" Master V raged as he started up with his flogger again. "If you do not think you are being dressed according to my wishes then you will ask your caretakers to bind you in tight, restrictive leather. You will beg them if you have to."

"Yes, sir."

He settled his flogger once again. "What was the second command you were given?"

"When my master enters the room I will bend over, present my ass, and beg to be fucked."

"I've been here for several minutes already..."

The thrashing that had awakened Beth from her sleep had clearly distracted her from her duties. She hurried to rectify that now. She flipped over onto her knees and pressed her face into the mattress. She stuck her butt high in the air and reached behind to spread her ass cheeks.

"Please, master, fuck my ass. I want your cock in me so bad. Please fuck my little butthole," she moaned.

"And I can clearly see now," Master V said, "that you have also disobeyed my third command. What was it?"

Beth briefly interrupted her lascivious pleas for a buttfucking to answer. "When my master is not around, I will play with myself so that I am ready for him, but I am not allowed to cum."

"Your pussy is drier than a dyke in a gay bar. So, no, I'm not going to fuck your ass today. Instead, I want you to beg me to punish your ass."

"Master," Beth stammered. "Please, please punish my ass. I've been a bad girl. I, ah!" Thwack! Master V brought his flogger down between her spread butt cheeks. He kept on swinging, encouraged by Beth's pitiful begging. "I need to be punished," Beth sobbed. "Teach me a lesson! I'm so - ah! I'm so sorry! Oh! Hurt me, master! Aiyee! Punish me! Ahhh!"

He turned and angled a blow just right to land between the crack of her ass, wrapping down and around until the braided tips of the flogger connected squarely with her pussy. Beth, who had been doing a commendable job keeping her ass spread under the onslaught to this point, collapsed to the mattress and cradled her stinging cunt.

"Get back up!"

Beth slowly pulled herself back to knees. Her trembling hands returned to her ass. "Please, master, please," she bawled.

"Shut up," he growled. "Open that ass wide. I've got something for you. Since you don't have any pussy juice to lube it up, I'll have to settle for your tears."

Beth cringed as the thick leather handle of the flogger was shoved in her face and rubbed on her cheeks, then brought around to her ass. She howled as the blunt end of the handle jabbed at her tender asshole, still bruised and battered from the broomstick earlier in the day. She forced herself to try and relax, knowing that clenching would only make it hurt worse. The thick tip battered its way inside her. Of course the meager moisture provided by her tears was practically worthless, so the dry leather resisted insertion every bit of the way. Beth screamed and screamed as she was raped by the handle. Master V didn't stop until the entire length of it was buried in her ass. The last bit sank in, leaving a dozen braided leather strands dangling from her butthole like some sort of bizarre animal tail.

"Come with me," Master V said as he unchained Beth's collar from the wall and yanked her to her feet. "I've got a more fitting punishment for your naughty ass."