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I'll keep a revision history at the top to help keep track of when each part is made available.","disclaimer":"January 2024 - Published Chapters 1 through 4\n*************************\nMarch 2024 - Added Chapters 1.5, 5, and 6 and changed Tracy to Tania in Chapters 3 and 4\n*************************\nJune 2024 - Added Chapters 7, 8, and 9\n*************************\nSeptember 2024 - Added Chapters 10-13\n*************************\nNovember 2024 - Story finished (added chapters 14, 15, and epilogue)","type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"It's been two years since Catherine Grace led the downfall of the Group XS farm. But the scattered organization has been painstakingly rebuilt by Mistress XS. Now she's ready for revenge.","partCount":17,"parts":[{"partId":"0e9aba71-fed4-4abd-a2d3-e1adf75881ba","title":null,"summary":"\"This is live?\"\"Yes, Mistress XS. We just had it installed this morning. 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\"This is live?\"

\"Yes, Mistress XS. We just had it installed this morning. They thought they were getting an upgrade to their security system,\" Helga chuckled as she adjusted the display for the statuesque blond dominatrix and switched it on. The screen glowed to life showing a tiled view into an empty apartment from multiple camera angles. \"Catherine and Lynne ought to be home any minute.\"

\"Excellent.\"

It had been a busy few years since Catherine Grace had led her campaign to take down Group XS. She had failed, of course, but her meddling had caused no shortage of headaches for Mistress XS. She had to prepare the new headquarters, reassure and grow the membership, acquire new playthings, and figure out how to get her colleagues, Dr. Zorhof and Dr. Saavik, out of prison. But first and foremost on her list of priorities was revenge.

Sure, it would have been easy to snatch Catherine off the street and show her the very best that Group XS had to offer. But that wasn't enough for her. No, Catherine had to do more than suffer. She had to be totally destroyed - mentally, physically, emotionally. She needed to be broken down in front of her friends and family, but only after watching them suffer their own torture and humiliation for the simple crime of having associated with her. She had a lot of hard lessons to learn, and Mistress XS was eager to teach them. After years of planning, the time for redemption was nearly at hand.

Mistress XS watched as the door to Catherine's apartment opened and the lights flicked on. Catherine and her lover, Lynne, burst through the door tangled in each other's arms, kissing and embracing like a couple of drunk, horny teenagers. Clothing flew in all directions as the duo lost themselves in their passion. They paused. Catherine whispered something in Lynne's ear that was too quiet for the microphones installed in the apartment to pick up. Then Catherine, wearing only her bra and panties, went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. While Lynne, naked from the waist up, scurried to the bedroom and rifled through her wardrobe.

Mistress XS followed the action, resizing the display so that she could have a better view of the couple's boudoir. Lynne had retreated to the bathroom so that she could don the sexy lingerie that she had picked out: a pink satin bra, with matching panties and garter belt - a gift from Catherine to her last Christmas. Catherine set down the glasses and wine on the nightstand, then dropped to her knees and wrestled a wooden case out from under the bed. She carefully selected several items from within, tossing them onto her pillow.

A resplendent Lynne returned to the bedroom, now wearing thigh high white stockings pinned up to her skimpy lingerie. She paused when she saw what was lying on the bed.

\"I thought we might give this a try tonight,\" Catherine said demurely, holding up a black leather hood. Mistress XS instantly recognized it, of course, because Catherine had stolen it, along with several other things, from the evidence she had presented at the trial of Saavik and Zorhof. It was a standard black punishment hood - thick leather with no openings except for two tiny holes that fit under the nose, and thin laces that ran up the back. Across the forehead stamped in white letters was 'Property of XS' - it was unclear if that referred to the hood, or the unlucky victim who found herself wearing it.

Of course, Mistress XS had long ago discovered Catherine's penchant for bondage. Knowingly or not, Catherine had let her imagination run away with her as she recorded her notes for the trial, describing what she thought it would be like to be bound in the various apparel found at the Group XS farm, forced to serve as a sex slave to vicious and demanding sadists who would punish her for a lackluster job, and then locked away in cramped boxes and tiny cages when they were done with her.

Lynne, blushing with arousal, looked at the hood and then at Catherine. \"Alright. You first.\"

She crossed the room and playfully shoved Catherine facedown on the bed. Then she sat atop Catherine's firm round butt and guided her lover's arms behind her back, where she secured them in place with a pair of cuffs that had also come out of the toy box. Next it was time for the hood. Mistress XS glowered as she watched Lynne pull the well-worn leather over Catherine's head and tie down the laces.

\"You'll need to pull the laces much tighter than that!\" Mistress XS hissed under her breath as she watched. Lynne, unaware of her sinister voyeur, did not comply.

Catherine breathed in the rich scent of the leather, mixed with the stale sweat from the dozens of victims who'd worn the hood before her. Mistress XS studied the high definition image, noticing the growing damp spot in Catherine's panties as she squirmed about on the bed. Her hand reached into her own latex panties, fondling the folds of her pussy. She had spent many a night in the past few years fantasizing about her revenge, no doubt generating loads of pussy juice for the tongue slave she kept locked in her bed, face pressed against her cunt all night while Mistress XS dreamed of what she'd do to Catherine once she had her in her clutches.

After fewer than five minutes Catherine's arousal quickly morphed to panic as the confining and pervasive leather grew hotter and more uncomfortable. Lynne quickly sensed her lover's distress. She tore the laces loose and yanked the hood off of a relieved Catherine's head. Sweat matted Catherine's blond tresses to her forehead as Lynne lovingly embraced her, assuring her that her ordeal was through.

\"At first it was alright,\" Catherine gasped. \"But then I could feel the leather pressing in on me from all sides. I felt like I could hardly breath through the tiny nose holes. I was so helpless, so vulnerable.\"

\"It's ok,\" Lynne assured her, hugging Catherine close. \"You don't have to wear it again.\"

Catherine leaned into Lynne's embrace. \"Can you believe they made girls wear stuff like that for days or even weeks at a time? I couldn't imagine how awful that'd be!\"

Mistress XS smiled. \"Just wait,\" she whispered. \"You'll see for yourself in due time.\" She shut off the display as Catherine and Lynne cuddled on the bed, their passion momentarily tempered by the terror of the hood. From now on the apartment would be surveilled twenty four hours a day, if not by a member of Group XS, then by one of their many available slaves who'd have more than enough motivation to take detailed notes of everything that transpired. Catherine Grace wouldn't make so much as a fart without Group XS knowing about it. But for now, Catherine's brief panic had stirred something inside Mistress XS - a sadistic lust for domination and control that she needed to quench.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending upon one's perspective), she didn't have to go far. She glanced to the side of the room opposite the newly installed television in her personal quarters. There, silently waiting for her, stood Alison Wells, a fairly recent acquisition to Group XS. She was totally nude. Her arms had been locked into tight metal shackles and stretched to the ceiling high overhead, a separate chain for each wrist reached out at an angle. Her legs had likewise been shackled, with each ankle secured out to the wide-set rings in the floor so that her body was pulled into the shape of an X. The chains had been adjusted just right so that the girl hung standing on tiptoe, her widely splayed legs hardly supporting the bodyweight that hung from her aching shoulders.

Of course Alison waited quietly. Not just because Mistress XS had told her to, (a slave in the service of Mistress XS quickly learned the importance of obedience above all else) but because she had been left there hours earlier by Mistress XS who had taken a pair of thick, barbed fishhooks and jabbed one in behind the nipple of each breast. A chain led from the end of each fishhook to a solid metal ball that was about two inches in diameter. This ball had been placed in Alison's mouth. Not only did this stifle any attempt to communicate by filling her mouth and stretching her jaw achingly wide, but it also gave the lonely slave something to focus on. See, if she let the ball fall from her mouth then the solid, heavy mass of metal would have several feet to drop before coming to an abrupt stop at the end of the chains attached to the fishhooks. Mistress XS had wondered aloud after placing the ball in Alison's mouth whether the drop would be hard enough to tear the hooks free from her breasts - it was a thought that now played itself out continuously in Alison's addled brain.

Certainly Alison would have liked nothing else than to take advantage of her relative solitude to catch some sleep. She'd been up since early yesterday morning when she'd been tasked with cleaning Mistress XS's apartment with a toothbrush while bound in a restrictive rubber bodysuit. Her 'reward' for a job well done was an assignment as her mistress's tongue slave for the night. She was locked into a cramped compartment beneath the mattress of Mistress XS's bed with only her head jutting out from a gap in the bedding. Mistress XS had slipped into bed with her legs straddling Alison's trapped head. She wore a pair of baggy rubber panties which, as it happened, had just enough room to hold Alison's head inside with her mouth tightly pressed against her mistress's pussy!

Alison had been given very specific instructions to lick and nuzzle Mistress XS's cunt all night long. Alison, who had seen a demonstration on another slave the previous day of what kind of horrible tortures were in store for disobedience, was clearly very motivated. All through the night her eager tongue lapped, licked, and probed her mistress's pussy. Unfortunately, the stresses of her day caught up to her and, mere moments before Mistress XS stirred awake, she found herself nodding off. Needless to say, Mistress XS was more than a little upset. Sadly, her responsibilities prevented her from giving Alison the correction she deserved right then, so the slave was strung up in her current position with the promise of some close, personal attention once Mistress XS was free. That time was now.

Mistress XS stalked over to her exhausted slave and traced her fingers along the dried tears that ran down her cheek. Alison trembled in her bonds, the chains holding her arms and legs tinkling softly with her distressed movements.

\"Alison, Alison, Alison,\" Mistress XS opined. \"I was so disappointed when I woke up this morning and your soft tongue wasn't pressed into my pussy. It really started my day off wrong. Don't you want me to be happy? Don't you want me to have a good day?\"

Alison nodded affirmatively and emphatically grunted her agreement. Fresh tears had begun to stream from her eyes.

\"I'm not convinced. Do you really want to make me happy?\" Alison nodded more vigorously, desperate to assure Mistress XS of her devotion. \"Hmm,\" Mistress XS paused. \"Well, you know what would make me happy? I've been looking for a volunteer to help me test out some new whips that I got. Would you like to help me with that?\"

Alison's sobs morphed to full on bawling as she nodded her assent.

\"Go on,\" Mistress XS urged. \"Beg me to whip you. Beg me to punish you for letting me down.\"

\"Pleaf!\" Alison pleaded around the metal ball lodged between her teeth, her dry, cracked lips flexing around the makeshift gag while her jaw remained clenched around it. The garbled words she spoke could have been anything, but to the ears of Mistress XS she heard a desperate slave begging for a severe whipping, not just with the new whips she wanted to test out, but with all of her existing favorites as well!

With no time to lose, Mistress XS began gathering the implements of torture she wanted to use and laid them out on the bed in front of Alison, whose distress was growing greater and greater as the pile grew and grew. For her benefit, Mistress XS let Alison see her take a few practice swings with some of the whips, targeting an imagined victim standing in front of the duo. Alison jumped in her bonds at the sound of the sharp crack of the whip each and every time.

By the time Mistress XS was ready to begin, all the color had drained from Alison's face. A thin sheen of fear sweat covered her entire body. The tortured shriek she gave after the first blow landed sent a warm tingle all throughout Mistress XS's body. Over and over she rained blows onto Alison's helpless form, striking her back, her butt, her legs, her tummy - changing whips every few blows so that Alison could appreciate the unique pain and suffering that each one could bring.

Mistress XS hadn't even gotten through half the pile of her assembled whips when a lucky swing of her scourge up between the slave's legs connected squarely with her clit, sending a shockwave through the tortured girl's body. Alison threw her head back and howled a primal, unfettered shriek that caused her to lose her grip on the metal ball inside her mouth. It slowly rolled out, then quickly picked up speed as it freely fell down past her chest before coming to a sudden stop just below her navel. The sharp yank jolted her entire body. Her tits stretched downward under the strain of the vicious hooks like a pair of fleshy springs. They sprung back up, sending the heavy weight bobbing. To Mistress XS's satisfaction, the hooks had not torn free from the soft breast meat that they were threaded through, though fresh blood poured from the puncture marks above and below each nipple and her tits sagged under their new burden.

With her mouth now ungagged, Alison blathered on and on, begging for mercy, pleading for the punishment to stop, insisting that she'd learned her lesson. Mistress XS angrily reminded Alison that she'd been ordered to stay quiet and that she'd now earned herself another round with each of her whips... after she finished the first time through, of course.

On and on, the beating continued until practically every part of Alison's body had felt the kiss of a whip. All, except for the slave's punctured breasts, those, Mistress XS gleefully informed her had been earmarked for a session in the Nazi dungeon a week from now.

After the final blow landed, a nearly catatonic Alison hung dangling by her wrist chains. Mistress XS ran off to catch a late dinner, leaving Alison alone. With the need to keep the metal ball clenched between her teeth gone, the poor girl was finally able to get a few hours of rest. She needed it, as Mistress XS had let her know before she left that Alison would again have the privilege of spending the night in her bed. After that, assuming she didn't earn herself any further punishment, she'd be given a few days to rest and recover in the floor pit at the foot of her mistress's bed.

\"You did remember to clean that out when you attended to my room yesterday, didn't you?\" Mistress XS had asked on her way out. \"No? Oh well, I'm sure you won't mind laying in the filth of the previous occupant, and you'll have plenty of time to add your own. But you'd better be on your best behavior when you head to the Nazi dungeon next week. They aren't nearly as tolerant as I am.\"

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