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When Moira returned to the dungeon she appeared with a nearly deranged
demeanour, grinning wildly. Like the previous time she brought two buckets,
after placing the toilet bucket below the chair she ordered Pilar to relieve
herself. After force feeding her captive, she cleaned up her victim by the same
routine as the first time, including the rough brush. To her amazement Moira
even brushed her teeth. While Moira was busy removing the utensils and
went to empty the buckets.
Pilar tried to compose herself, while she moved her mouth slowly after having
the jaw nearly dislocated from wearing the large gag for so long.
“So how did you enjoy your first day with the bells then?” Moira asked with
a cheerful voice.
Pilar felt the question were incongruous considering the ordeal she had been
trough, but now that she were allowed to talk for the first time since she
arrived in the dungeon, her voice thin and weak as she replied, “It felt quite
bad, but but...” she stammered. “What have you done to me, what have you
done to my face!” Her voice trembling as she asked her questions.
herself.
“Ahh yes,” Moira leaned forward and replied with a husky voice near Pilar's
ear. “You have yet to see yourself in a mirror. I can promise you it will be
quite a surprise.”
“Until the time when I will allow you to get a good look, I can tell you that
you look truly horrible and that it have been done with a specific purpose.”
“As this serve to dehumanize you, so I will have even less consideration for
your well-being and feelings.”
“Come to think of it...” she made a short pause before continuing: “I’ll be
frank and not paint your situation in any rosy colours - your feelings and
what you think about all this have no bearing on me whatsoever.”
Moira patted a kiss on Pilar’s cheek and continued, “But I might show a softer
side at times, like now.” And she bent forward starting to remove the bells
from Pilar´s ears and nipples.
“It's also time to remove the armbinder, it has served its purpose for now.”
When her right arm got released, Pilar thought “I have to try now or I might
never get another chance.”
She steeled herself, waiting for the moment when her left arm also would be
released. She intended to try to fight back and perhaps even find a means
to free herself from the chair. But when she felt that Moira had started to
pull up leader straps to bind her right arm, she decided to try anyhow, even
though her left arm was still partially held by the armbinder sleeve.
Moira yelped in surprise over the unexpected movement, and stepped up to
the side of the chair grasping Pilar´s arms with both hands. Pilar desperately
tried to gather all her strength, but she did only get her arm halfway up
before it was pushed down to the armrest and strapped in place. Pilar’s
morale plummeted. 'Am I really that weak, even when it really matters?'
she asked herself.
“That was a very bad move on your part.” Moira said sinisterly as she
moved briskly to the back of the chair, bringing Pilar's left arm over to the
other armrest to strap it in place before removing the rest of the armbinder.
She quickly added straps to the leg and now that Pilar was secured in place
Moira picked up the buckets and simply left the cell without saying a word,
leaving Pilar to wonder if she would be left there for the night.
She wriggled and tested her bonds, and without any irritating bells that
might reveal her activity she attempted to rock the chair, but soon realised
it would not budge the slightest. As the light had been left on, she tried to
inspect herself and judge her situation. Leaning the head forward slightly,
which were all that were possible with her ringed neck, she peeked down
below the armrest and could see that the chair was bolted securely to the
floor. 'So much for that idea.' she told herself.
Some hour later Moira returned, and now she was dressed in a leotard
with only one garment added, a very wide cincher belt of leather. In her
hand she had brought a small tool case which she put on a small wheeled
table that she rolled over to the side of the wooden chair.
“I did not expect you would act very smart from the beginning. Or think
that any attempt of resistance will not result in a most severe retaliation.”
“Even though you just have arrived, I can not take this lightly, so I have
decided to push on with your transformation to avoid a repetition of what
just occurred here.”
Moira brought a ballgag and a head harness and began to strap it around
Pilar's head, but she refused to open her mouth. Moira had anticipated
this and quickly took a pair of flat nose pliers from the tool case, pressing
the breasts together and twisted a quarter turn.
“Do I really need to....?” Moira started to ask, but did not get time to finish
the sentence as Pilar capitulated by snapping her mouth open and the
gag-harness were quickly strapped in place.
Moira opened a wrapped package from the toolbox and brought out a large
set of gold coloured rings, albeit of a smaller diameter than the set Pilar
had around the neck. She bent down and starting to try one set of rings
on Pilar´s right arm.
“Now lets see, a close fit but not exactly the oval shape that's needed.”
She said and added. “Well, that's a detail that easily can be fixed.” Moira
walked over to a work table that had a large set of tools, even one anvil.
She put the rings one after one in one workbench mount and made some
small adjustment with various tools and then returned. “Oh yes! They will fit
your arm snugly now. I really had thought of doing this later, but here we are,
rushing ahead with things aren't we?” She asked rhetorically.
Moira smiled and leaned forward to looked momentarily into Pilar's eyes as to
check if she were paying attention.
“As if there would be any rush for anything, we really have all the time in the
world for this!” She picked up a flask of oil and used her hands spreading the
liquid over Pilar´s arms and legs rubbing it in, then she began to put on the
individual rings one by one.
She started with the wrists, using a gadget that looked like lock ring pliers to
get the snap lock ends to reach and grip in place, forming a continuous loop
around the wrist.
After finishing the work, the unyielding metal compressed the wrists and lower
arms to a considerable and uncomfortable degree.
She then moved on by adding the ring set for the upper arms. These were just
barely large enough to go around the arm near the elbow. But Moira closed the
gap with the tool until the ends connected and locked in place. She then added
a dash of oil and pushing and massaging the area around the rings until each
one reached the middle of the arm compressing the biceps and triceps muscles.
Needless to say, this was uncomfortable in the extreme.
“These rings will serve several purposes, beside the obvious one, making you
look even more like a savage, they will serve as cuffs to bind you with chains
and wires. Last but not the least important, the rings will prevent your arm
muscles to flex and expand so the rings will weaken your arms, so that you
will not be able to resist me again. The same will be true for those on your
legs, they will impair your movement and make you so much more controllable!”
Pilar looked up wondering what more control Moira might crave, but her face
must have shown quite a degree of desperation which Moira commented with:
“Hey toerag! Don’t give me a sour expression like that!”
After the work on the arms were finished, more straps was added to the legs
keeping them utterly unmovable before the leg irons were removed. And Moira
continued to add rings to the tights near the knee, and with plenty of oil and of
by compressing part of the leg with a leather strap she then were able to move
the ring up to its final position on the middle of the thigh.
By the time when Moira were finished with the ankles, Pilar were trembling and
sweating in fear, pain and trepidation. “I have saved two rings to use elsewhere,
do you dare to guess where?” Moira said with a tone of finality in her voice.
“Though I have more, these can only be added one pair at a time with a good
result.” Once more she picked up a leather strap, this one somewhat more
narrow, then she bent down and put both hands around Pilar´s right breast and
then used the thumb and index finger of both hands to buckle the strap around
the base of the breast. Again she added a liberal amount of oil and the lock ring
pliers to cinch the ring so that the snap lock together.
“Now there's only one additional thing, which will make them even more useful.”
She put her down into the tool box and unwrapped another package.
It contained 8 wide flat compressor clamps made of the same golden metal,
with a swivel ring mounted on the center.
Moira put one on the side of each set of rings and used a hex tool to tighten
them so that each set of rings were held together firmly.
She stepped back to admire her handwork.
“Oh this is just beautiful, in a very weird way - that's it. But you certainly look
your part perfectly, truly a savage woman.”
“Oh this is just beautiful, in a very weird way - that's it. But you certainly look
your part perfectly, truly a savage woman.”
She rolled the table back to the wall and started to put the tools back while
she continued her commentary on the extensive set of tools in the dungeon.
“I have brought the tools here so that I will be able to make repairs and
changes on the fly, things will break over time and you are in this for the very
long duration anyhow. So these will certainly be needed now and then.”
Moira brought a long handled scourge back from the tool-set, she pulled up a
chair from a corner of the dungeon and sat down telling her how she had
decided on the plan for abducting Pilar for this 'advanced role-play' as she
would call it.
“When we met at the club, I did study you from afar for more than one hour
before I approached you.”
“And I could see that you had the inner strength to go trough this, at the
same time you provided me with a challenge, knowing that you would not
be easy to tame, it would require extreme means to have you knuckle down.”
“I really wanted someone who I could be certain would succumb in the end.”
“Now that might sound like a contradiction. But even when I get you down
there, completely broken, you got the will and strength to try to flee, despite
the gruesome conditions I had you subjected to,” said Moira with a smirk.
'She really had all this planned from the start?' Pilar were astonished from
this revelation.
The dispassionately possessive attitude made her skin crawl, but it also made
her excited, feeling how she got wet between the legs.
“In short, with your type of masochism, I am certain that you will not go
stark raving mad. And that is necessary for this scenario.”
“At the same time I do want you to be aware of what a wretched shadow of
your former self you will become, and the freak I turn you into! Over time you
might become so repulsive that I won't even touch you with my bare hands,
and the only touch you will feel will be with various tools and whips.”
She talked while she was stroking Pilar over the belly, thighs and face with
the scourge, occasionally pinching and pulling and her skin, obviously happy
to see the distress and squirming this caused.
Pilar was agitated by having her body molested, she squirmed, while
attempting to move pull her head away, not that it were possible, with her
extremely confining set of rings holding the neck rigid.
“Well we’ll get there eventually, right now I am going to try something else
for you to enjoy your night.” Moira stepped up and walked up to another
table where she picked up a wooden box and then returned.
“This one will go over your head any time I bring you to be seated like that.
It'll keep you focused on what happens to your body, and my benefit will be
that your screams and whimpers will be muted. And I might not want to see
the anguish in your face when I start to break down your individuality and
add the behavioural pattern that suits your standing.”
Pilar had a sinking feeling of despair as the box were opened in front of her
face to reveal that the rear and top were filled with metal spikes. The only
opening were a rounded hole for her neck. Now while wearing it she would
not only be completely isolated, but she would have to hold her head straight
or risk stinging her scalp on the many nails inside.
“It´s a rather sinister device isn't it?” Said Moira. “As you can see I have the
means of making your days interesting while I am off to work. I know you
will not like this, but in time I hope to hear you tell me your appreciation for
all these preparations I done for you here!”
'I never will give you any, you bastard!' thought Pilar, and felt apprehensive
over Moira's enjoyment for such gruesome devices. The box was shut around
her head, and she were once again left alone, weeping and whimpering trough
the night-long ordeal.
In the morning her head were released, after the harness with the ring-gag
and chains had been attached to her nose, ear and eyebrows she were once
again cleaned and fed. Moira stepped up and released the straps holding her
arms. “Bend forward!” Moira commanded, and Pilar simply obeyed,
weakened from sitting in the chair for so long, now to have her arms chained
together in her back.
Moira then also chained the legs by somewhat longer chains running between
the thighs and ankles before she proceeded to unstrap the legs.
Pilar were walked over the room to a cage where she were kicked inside to sit
on the floor, more chains rattled as Moira locked one chain to the ring of her
neck, another to her ringed wrists at her back, and finally one that were
locked to the middle of part of the chain running between her ankles.
Moira locked the cage and walked up to a wall and inspected a flat-screen,
choosing a file.
“I have your instructions on voice-files to play here, the speakers mounted
on the walls will tell you all you need to know about your role in the scenario
I have envisioned.”
She started the playback and walked out, the light went out and Pilar sat in
the darkness listening to Moira's voice telling how she were to assume the
role of a member of a savage tribe, who had ruthlessly assaulted and killed
Moira´s family that she was the only member of the tribe that Moira had
been able to find and capture, the object on which Moira took her revenge.
Pilar already found the idea repugnant, but sitting in the darkness with
nothing else to do, she could not stop herself from listening to every word.
The day went slowly, while the message repeated, Pilar felt an even
stronger need to relieve herself. And eventually she could not contain it,
so she soiled herself while sitting in the cage.
When Moira returned late in the evening she expressed her severe
disappointment that the cage had been tarnished while she rolled out the
water hose and rinsed Pilar clean with a strong torrent of cold water while
she remained chained in the cage. Pilar cooperated somewhat by moving
around and then spreading her legs, one action that made Moira smile.
“Good giiiirl!” she said, with a tone of voice as if talking to one obedient dog.
Moira unlocked the cage and removed the chains that had been holding the
wet and shivering girl in place, and then snapped a leash into a ring on the
front of her severely restrained neck.
Pilar were brought to the middle of the floor, and a dogbowl were placed in
front of her. “Eat!” Moira ordered.
Pilar tried to bend forward with the legs under her. Yet the rings on the thighs
made it difficult to fold the legs. Even worse, as soon as she bent forward
the cinching rings around her breasts got very painful when her breasts got
in contact with and pushed down against the knees.
She pulled herself up again, but Moira immediately took the necessary
steps to rectify the matter and picked up one sjambok from the rack of whips
and slapped Pilar repeatedly over her bottom.
“When I tell you to eat, you eat you ignorant slattern!” Moira bellowed.
With a one hand in Pilar’s hair Moira pulled her head downward while she
landed additional blows on Pilar´s back. Pilar could do nothing but had to
follow the downward pull. Her movement was too fast as she lost her balance
and folded face first into the bowl. She started to pull up somewhat, but
stopped dead as she received a series of blows from the sjambok and started
to eat face down in the food, smearing her face down even further.
After Pilar had finished eating Moira removed the dog-bowl and brought the
water-hose and commanded her to raise her head. Their eyes met very briefly.
“You are quite the pig, are you not!” she sneered. And proceeded by hosing her
down again to remove the food that were smeared on Pilar's face and legs.
She pulled Pilar into a standing position by pulling on the long bars of jewelry
that were hanging from the rings that had been pierced trough the areolas of
Pilar´s breasts. Moira then brought her to a table equipped with rolling leather
straps of several dimensions.
Taking careful precautions of the struggle that she anticipated would be
forthcoming. Moira strapped Pilar down on the table while she never let any
limb be free for even the shortest moment.
This while Pilar tried to keep her face neutral, and not flinching away under
Moira's fast capable hands.
Then she brought out a rubber water scraper and cleaned the floor and cage
sending the water and feces down into the drain in the middle of the floor
while she told what she intended for this evening.
“We will not be able to jump straight into the scenario, there still some days
left before I have brought you to the proper state of mind for this. So lets
try something that we won’t be able to do when the scenario have started.”
Moira walked over to the table where Pilar were bound and added more
straps around her head making her look straight up, unable to move the
head in any direction. She started to flog Pilar on the thighs and then worked
up over the belly and breasts, not even her face were spared from the assault!
“I will continue to whip you until you agree to serve me, another step for you
on the path to total obedience, you did after all show a good degree of
obedience when I cleaned you in the cage a moment ago.” said Moira.
She then removed her leg-wear and panties and picked up a pair of gloves
which she put on her hands, starting to massage Pilar´s body.
She jerked up in pain against the straps that held her to the table.
The insides of each glove were riddled with short nails, but those were only
the a part of her reaction. The nails were electric, Pilar felt electrical shocks
coursing through her body.
“Aha, I can see you don't quite like my hands, dare I guess why?” said Moira.
“Well these are something nifty I found on one website, they're electrical!”
She grinned broadly and removed one glove to show the battery that had
been concealed in the lining. Moira put the glove aside and picked up a
flogger in the free hand and climbed up on the table, standing on her knees
over Pilar as she continued moving one hand over her body chocking her
further while she continued to flog her body with the other.
“Just tell me when you feel ready to lick my pussy!” said Moira obviously
agitated and slightly trembling by arousal.
“No don't speak!” She commanded with ice in her voice.
“Only hum twice when you're ready to do me. You know how, you licked me
very good before!” Pilar who already were on the brink of a total collapse
would at this stage had succumbed to any wild suggestion, hummed
immediately in compliance.
“No, no, that will not do, that's way too easy on you,” Moira said with mock
disappointment in her voice. And gripped Pilar's right breast with the
electrified glove pressing hard with the fingers while she started to flog her
between the legs. This left Pilar screeching uncontrollable while Moira
continued this torture for a couple of more minutes. She then opened a
drawer on the side of the table and brought out a set of oval objects.
With the strict collar and the straps circling her head Pilar were unable to get
a clear look on what they might be.
“Special model Chinese balls, these are called cactus balls in fact.” said Moira
and started to push them up into Pilar's pussy. She jerked again against her
bindings, the pain of having the balls inserted before she had dilated would
have been harrowing enough. But she could feel intense pain in her vagina,
when her lover orifice was kept open by the spikes.
The pain of the spikes brought Pilar´s eyes wide open, darting around, while
the rest of her body jerked in an escape reflex, but there were nowhere to
hide, she could not move the slightest to protect herself.
“These will be your new intimate friends,” Moira said, gleefully. “I hope for
your sake that you're quite more of a pain-loving maso than you've shown
so far.”
“So are you prepared to serve me now?”
Pilar hummed twice, certain that she had no choice but to comply in order to
end the onslaught.
Moira reached over and rummaged through a drawer until she came across
a pair of metal bars joined by a hinge. “Now put out your licker,” she said.
Pilar agreed. Moira widened the space of the instrument and then pressed
the two bars painfully together over Pilar's tongue, while it was stretched
out of her mouth. But she was so battered she was beyond caring, she only
tried to keep her composure so that the assault eventually would stop.
Moira lowered her crotch over Pilar´s face and ordered her to start licking.
She first presented her anus having Pilar clean it, and then she were forced
to lick the vagina and finally the clitoris itself.
“You'll need to learn to suck on this you little savage, you are going to perform
like as if your life depends on it.” said Moira while panting heavily and
steadied herself by pressing down the gloved hand on Pilar´s belly sending
more vicious electric shocks trough her body while the other hand resumed
the flogging of her thighs and venus mound.
Moira eventually sat down squat on Pilar´s face and not just for the orgasm,
but also emptied her bladder in her mouth.
“Ahh that was quite a relief,” she said and stepped up to remove the
restraints and hooks that had been encircling Pilar´s head and upper torso.
“I guess you understand the use for this head-harness now don't you.”
Moira said grinning, while holding it up in front of Pilar's face. She did not
wish to look at the horrible contraption at all, but dared not refuse.
“You see the hooks keep your nostrils up. They also widen them so you can
get air, else the ring in your nose would make it too difficult to breathe and
impair your performance when you lick my pussy.”
“Now sit up!” she exclaimed, but Pilar was too bruised and torn to comply.
Moira wrapped her hands around Pilar's extended breasts and pulled up
to the point where she thought her flesh would tear before she finally found
the strength to raise herself into a sitting position.
Moira brought the leather arm-binder and quickly strapped Pilar´s arms
together in place on her back.
“Just imagine how time flies when we have fun, could it be night already?”
said Moira and yawned theatrically. “Yet after this ordeal, I think the
lesson you have received will be best remembered if you don't get to sleep
too fast.”
She unstrapped Pilar´s legs and got her up standing on the floor.
Moira drew a chain from a pulley block in the ceiling and threaded it through
the ring hanging from Pilar's collar's neck before locking the end to a d-ring
on the arm-binder with one padlock. She then yanked on the chain, forcing
Pilar to stand perfectly straight.
“That will suffice for the time being.” Moira said, quickly returning the tools
she had used earlier in the evening to their wall brackets.
“Oh yes, there's a conditioning program for you to listen to also,” Moira
consulted the flat-screen monitor and hit a few keys to start the recording
of her voice she had prepared earlier.
She walked out with a broad smile on her face.
“Nasty night night-long for you! I will have a most wonderful one with a
vibrator between my legs while I will be thinking of you and the fun we had
down here tonight!” said Moira as the door closed and the light went out
again, leaving Pilar standing trembling in the darkness.
She would have fallen asleep quickly in any other circumstances, since she
hadn't gotten any proper sleep since she had been captured, while only
managed to catch a few short naps. However, her mind was in turmoil as a
result of the ordeal, and there was no way she could sleep properly while
stretched up and standing like this.
But her body demanded rest. So time after another she started slew
sideways as she did sink into unconsciousness.
This had her swing around on her chain that run up her back, while the
barred jewelry dangling from her pierced breasts pull in the opposite direction.
Which made her loose her balance in the darkness.
So Pilar would suddenly feel her feet move automatically in an attempt to
regain the balance. But the movement had her thighs grind together, which
sent waves of pain from the spiked balls inside her vagina that brought her
back to full consciousness again.
All this while Moira's recorded voice droned on, telling her what a wretched
person she was. How she had to yield to Moira's will and play along in the
scenario that she was being prepared for.
Pilar wanted to protest how wrong this all were, to do anything that would
make the voice stop, but all she could do was to whisper “No, no!” repeatedly.
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