Dazed from a lack of sleep and the ordeal the day before. Pilar waited
motionless in the darkness. She steeled herself to resist and be ready
for whatever opportunity that might present itself to escape.
But what could she do? She had been beaten, and then left standing,
her muscles stiff and cold.
Then the lights turned on and Moira appeared in front of her, grinning.
“Good morning, rise and shine!” exclaimed Moira, only to make Pilar's
resolve crumble even further, but she felt the need to counter her
torturers enthusiasm in some way. So she simply whispered “No!”
with her dry throat.
“It cannot be that you decline my offer for water?”
Pilar looked down to see that she held a bucket and tube ready:
“Now that you don't have a gag in place I expect you to be helpful and
bite down on the plug and suck in the water yourself, now will you?”
Pilar could do nothing but obey as she desperately needed to drink!
So she opened her mouth to accept the offered 'plug,' which was one
hollow dildo that she had to use to suck trough eagerly from the
bucket, then Moira returned with a digital camera, leaving the bucket
by the door.
Oh you accepted that one too readily, I should find one that is more
like the real thing, perhaps identical in smell and taste?
Pilar knew she was supposed to keep her eyes down, but looked up
with a expression of real worry on her face, which Moira noted.
“Aha, that suggestion elicited a reaction, I'll better make a note of
that for ideas I might use in the future.”
“The time has come to put my shutterbug skills to the test, I intend
to make a portfolio with regular updates on how this develops over time,”
Moira said as she snapped images of Pilar from every angle.
“Lift your leg so I can photograph your no-longer private parts as well.”
Pilar tried to comply, but the spiked balls in her vagina made their
presence known and she immediately put her leg down again.
“Now, what's the matter,” Moira inquired. “Oh, I know!”
“Didn't I leave the cactus balls inside you last night?”
Pilar groaned, then whelped in pain with the renewed pain when
Moira pushed her hand up between Pilar's leg, grinding at her pussy.
“Oh well, if you've been so good as not ejecting them, I guess you
enjoy those so much I might as well let them be there all day,”
said Moira, with a wink in her eye.
She unlocked the chain that had forced Pilar to stand for so long.
"No, no, no!” blurted Moira as Pilar slumped down on the floor.
She took a step back and reattached the chain to the arm-binder,
hoisting Pilar up on her feet again. Then unhooked the chain and pulled
her unceremoniously toward the bondage chair.
With tears flowing down her cheeks Pilar had to tiptoe as was walked
backwards by the pull of the chain.
“Now sit down in the comfy chair. Yes, that's the name I given it. It's a
reference to something they used to call the 'Monthy Python.'
Moira interluded and then raised her voice to blurt:
“And make that snappy, I have to be off to work in ten minutes!”
Moira then proceeded to embellish Pilar's earrings and breasts with bells:
“And finally, my pièce de résistance which literally will put the lid on
things here, the nice box for your head.”
Moira chortled at her own lame joke as she placed it on Pilar's head
securing it with a padlock.
As she sat with her legs together, she could not avoid the spiked
'cactus balls' inside her as her loins pressed the pussy together.
She tried to spread the legs wide enough that she could use her abdominal
muscles enough to eject them.
But the movement set the bells hanging from her earlobes ringing, a sound
that were amplified as it reflected inside the box. The noise grating on her
horribly that she soon gave up on any effort and simply tried to relax.
Having been kept awake for so long Pilar actually did fall asleep during the
day, only to be jolted awake by a sharp pain from her scalp when her head
had tilted backward and gotten in contact with the numerous spikes inside
the box.
She sat straight up again, trying to avoid doing anything at all for hours,
until she did hear a faint sound again. The box on her head was removed,
and even though her vision was blurred by exhaustion from the ordeal, she
could see Moira´s smiling at her predicament.
The engine hoist had now been brought up in front of her, and Moira briskly
attached her left leg to the hook of the hoist before she released the straps
holding that leg to the chair. She then pumped on the lever to bring Pilar´s
leg up in the air.
“Time to remove your balls,” said Moira when she were putting on medical
examination gloves and started to push her fingers inside Pilar's pussy.
This procedure brought a sharp pain to her innards, and she started to sob.
Though that only seemed to stimulate Moira's efforts to make it as painful
as possible.
“You can see and feel that there's no part of your body that is off limit to
me now!” said Moira and picked up the flat nose pliers and brought it to
Pilar's clitoris, pressing it hard then twisting it clockwise.
At this point Pilar could not hold back, but yelled uncontrollably at the top
of her voice.
“Hear, hear!” said Moira with one surprisingly level voice after the loud
outburst.
“Perhaps I better neuter you already, should i cut it off?” asked Moira.
Pilar shook her head slowly crying and slobbering with one open mouth,
while the bells hanging from her ears chimed.
“I expected you wouldn't like that to happen, that means that you still have
hope that this will end in some good way, or that your situation will get better.
You really think I am going to get soft?” asked Moira with one ominous tone.
“I can promise you that much: it will not, and I better get busy with removing
that hope from you, so that you will adapt and resign to the fact that you only
have the option to obey and endure!”
“Let's get you up on the standing rack over there, its one side of the room you
have not visited yet.”
She lowered Pilar s leg and chained the thighs and ankles together and then
removed the bells that had been pulling on her ears and breasts.
“Time to giddy up!” Moira ordered, and led Pilar over to a standing rack where
she was quickly and efficiently bound spread eagle on the frame with her face
toward the frame.
“You can see the rack of whips I have purchased for you over there,” Moira
indicated the rack with whips and floggers by pointing over her shoulder with
her thumb.
“Now I really would love to use the bullwhip on you already, but it would cut
your skin most horribly,” added Moira with a bit of thoughtfulness in her voice.
“So I will have to cure your skin by regular whipping and in the process you
will develop a tough skin so that you can take the level of whippings I intend
to subject you to!”
She smiled and twisted on the rings that were pierced trough the areolae of
Pilar's breasts enjoying the squirming from the pain as well as the mental
torture of her words. Moira walked over and brought one of the smaller single
tail whips back and started to work on Pilar's back.
Pilar's neck snapped backwards from the pain of the first impact, but the high
ringed collar kept her neck from doing much movement and her head
rebounded back to the erect position by the posture collar.
“You're quite a toy, are you not?” giggled Moira. “The head moves like its on a
spring, and in a way it is! Now lets do some work on your legs and thighs.”
When Moira was finished, she left Pilar hanging and whining softly, half
conscious in the darkness again. Once more the recorded message left on,
now telling how she was to accept the punishments with a 'Thank you, I deserve
to be punished.' for the distress and pain her tribe had caused Moira's family
and that she should willingly accept the revenge she was subjected to.
When Pilar awakened again, she was uncertain if it were morning or evening,
she stood there in the darkness with her arms and legs spread, uncertain and
dizzy what had awakened her, when a claxon sound blared, then the recorded
voice started telling her the instructions again. Pilar concluded that the there
must be some monitoring equipment that would sense when she did fell asleep.
It did not take long before Moira reappeared once again.
“Time for the force-feeding,” said Moira her glee unabated, and again she did
appear somewhat tipsy speaking with a slight slur when she added.
“You should rather be thankful that I do all this for you. The piercings in your
mouth would still make regular eating quite painful.” She added.
After been fed Moira brought back the whip, but also a leather mask.
“During this whipping i think it'll be best that I be spared from seeing your face,”
said Moira and continued.
“In ancient and medieval times the torturers put a mask on the face of the
subject, so that they would not view the victim as a person and could continue
their gruesome work.”
'So she gives historical lectures now as well as wrecking me completely.'
Thought Pilar while whining softly in her gag.
“For this reason i have now put you in a leather helmet. Even though you
merely are a savage to be punished for your evil acts.”
“Savage is quite the pejorative term here isn't it?” she said and grinned evilly.
“Even so I do not see any other facial expression of yours that could have
me hesitate for what I intend to do to you today.”
The helmet covered her head entirely, with the exception of her eyes, and one
oval hole at the bottom where her nose-ring poked out. Having to breathe
trough the nostrils that already were partially filled by the ends of the thick ring.
'Oh no, this is breath control on top of it all!' Pilar wondered if she would
get punished if she fainted for lack of breath, and if Moira kept ammonia at
hand to wake her roughly with.
After the whipping Moira brought a spray bottle and explained that it was
filled with strong vinegar.
“It is somewhat antibacterial, but more importantly, this is going to hurt a
lot on your abraded skin,” Moira said while her voice went from manic mirth
to a sinister growl as she concluded: “Now you better brace yourself!”
Pilar rocked and twisted from renewed pain, and Moira stepped up to inspect
Pilar s red cried eyes closely:
“I really like the look in your eyes, so endlessly sad.” Moira said and walked
out and locked the door again leaving Pilar alone to her suffering again.
'Not only does she all these horrible things to me, and I am all so helpless.
But she have to gloat about it as well,' she thought and tried to think of
anything but the pain and the uncomfortable impression that her skin
somehow were stretched by the vinegar.
In the darkness her tears flowed in silence, too battered to cry aloud.