While Catherine was suffering in her terrible ordeal, Mistress XS had been as good as her word and had Lynne taken off the dreadful horse.



At first Lynne had been petrified that her painful predicament was to be replaced with yet another, especially when Dr Saavik came to collect her and led her to his private apartment.



Her fears were far from assuaged as he ushered her into the apartment and she found herself in a room which not only boasted a large four-posted bed, but also was adorned with more of the now familiar bondage and torture equipment.



It was a spacious room and, judging by the doors leading off on the far side and to her left, appeared to be just part of a larger suite. Saavik smiled as he saw the look of horror on Lynne’s face as she took in the whips and chains hanging from the walls and the plethora of leather bondage gear.



“I hope you like my room. He said, I find it so much nicer than the austere prison cell Catherine made me occupy. He stepped past Lynne and walked across to a heavy wooden table set a few feet from the foot of the bed.



“Please, come! He said. I’d like you to sit down so we can have a little chat



As she crossed the room, Lynne couldn’t help but notice the number of trap doors set in the stone floor and she shuddered at the prospect of the horrors which lay beneath. She also couldn’t help but take fright at the wooden packing case, what looked like an Egyptian sarcophagus, a couple of cages one tall and narrow; the other small and cubic and another table which looked like a rack.



The table Saavik led her to had a pile of clothing, complete with nice comfortable patent court shoes on top, and three chairs around it two upright armchairs and a third which looked like it came from the Torquemada. Lynne hesitated as she saw the chair, it was an upright armchair, just like the other two, but this one was covered with hundreds of upward-facing nails!



The seat, the arms, the back and even a footrest were covered in the nails and worn leather straps hanging off it suggested the chair had seen hours of use.



Seeing Lynne’s hesitation, Saavik said It’s your choice. You can put on these clothes and sit in the comfortable chair or, if you prefer, you can stay as you are and sit in the spiked chair!”



Although she knew there would be a catch, Lynne didn’t hesitate in replying I’d like the clothes and that chair please.”



“Good! Saavik beamed. I was hoping you’d say that! He pushed the clothes toward the naked girl and looked on benignly as she began to dress.

When she had finished Lynne found herself dressed comfortably for the first time since her arrival at Group XS dungeons she wore comfortable black satin lingerie, stockings and a simple black dress. The court shoes were the right size and were a comfortable height after some of the shoes she had been made to wear.



“That’s much better! Saavik enthused. If you’d like, I can let you have a nice hot shower, a chance to do your hair and some make-up. Lynne hung on his every word. There was nothing she’d like more than to feel clean and look presentable again; she felt so soiled after all that had been done to her she longed for nothing more than the chance to purge herself clean.



She nodded, not daring to believe he would deliver.



“Well, let’s have a cup of tea first, and then we can work out the arrangements. He said, leaning over to the wall beside him and pressing a button.



Within moments the door which had been on Lynne’s left as the entered opened and a girl dressed as a French maid entered. She watched in fascination as the girl teetered across the room on the tips of her ridiculously high shoes, taking the tiniest of steps thanks to the 6 chain joining her fetters.



Aside from the girl’s caricature of a maid’s outfit - a shiny black rubber dress which failed to cover her pussy, white rubber panties covered with frills, seamed black rubber stockings held up by suspenders, and a token white rubber apron and cap it was the girl’s face which held Lynne’s attention. Her head was encased in a tight black rubber hood which had pouting red lips and large cartoon-like eyes in white and black where her mouth and eyes were covered by the hood; it made her look like an obscene rubber doll!



Saavik studied Lynne’s reaction as the girl approached and curtseyed in front of them, lifting the hem of her skirt as best she could with hands encased immovably in black rubber gloves and chained to a belt round her midriff.



A memory stirred in the back of Lynne’s mind. She recalled an account given by Tania of her time with Saavik in Russia She looked at the girl’s chest and saw a tell-tale hole in the dress between the breasts; she studied the girl’s hands which were held in an open grip, just large enough to hold a cock; she looked down between the girl’s legs and saw the zipper running through her crotch; finally she looked back up to the girl’s mouth and eyes and saw that the rubber covering her mouth was held in place by two metal studs so the gag, for that was what she was sure it was, could be removed and the eyes had tiny pin pricks through them through which she would be able to see - just.



Saavik’s eyes were on Lynne intently as she studied the girl. Let me introduce Alexandra. He said softly. She’s the daughter of a friend of mine in Russia who wanted me to help find her and her sister work over here as you can see she’s settled well into the role. He smiled conspiratorially across at Lynne who managed a nervous smile back. I’m not sure she’s entirely happy at the job I’ve found her, but with a bit of training she’s become the perfect maid and she’s very obliging! He winked at Lynne.



“Later on I’m sure she’ll let you use her if you’d like of course I only know from a male perspective, but she’s very good with her mouth and there are some toy’s you might enjoy here as well. He pointed to a section of wall where a variety of gags for the hood Alexandra wore were hanging all with the same red-lipped pout on the outside and underneath these Lynne focused on a series of strap-ons. She felt a strange feeling as she studied these, her eyes falling on the largest, a gargantuan cock which was reminiscent of the feared punisher and for a moment didn’t recognise it.



Then she felt herself blush as she felt a dribble of fluid between her legs!



Saavik not only saw the blush, but also noted how her right hand shot between her legs as she hurriedly crossed them. He was pleased. This is going to work! he thought to himself. Out loud he said Alexandra we’d like two teas please. Just before she tiptoed out of the room he reached up and unclipped her mouth covering and extracted a large rubber plug. Underneath the covering she still wore the same pout; only this time she was free to talk and, or so Lynne guessed, request the tea.



“Now. Saavik continued, turning to Lynne. We need to think about that shower and so on. He paused as if considering a weighty problem. You see, I have a problem. We have an empty seat at the table and I need either you, or someone else, to be sitting in it.”



Lynne stiffened.



“Is it going to be you, or should we find someone else?”



Lynne couldn’t look Saavik in the eye as she said softly, Please not me: someone else.”



“If you go through that door there, he replied, pointing to the door through which Alexandra had come, you’ll find Jana Alexandra’s sister. Why don’t you go and fetch her and she can join us at the table?”



Feeling a knot in her stomach she wasn’t sure whether it was fear or excitement Lynne got to her feet and walked across to the door. Swinging it open she found herself in a room not dissimilar to the one she had left. This one had no bed, but otherwise it was obviously intended for torture and had a variety of different devices scattered throughout. She didn’t need to look far to find Jana.