'So much for a graduation party' thought Pilar sarcastically after she had
been locked into the box again for the night. She managed to rest for a
while, half asleep. But woke up worrying what might happen, if Moira for
some reason would be unable to return. Would she then remain locked
inside this box until something terrible happened?
Moira eventually returned, and Pilar was released from her captivity
and brought out to be fed, she noted that Moira had donned a nurse
uniform, which led Pilar to believe that an extended session of medical
play was forthcoming.
Now that a nurse would ask the patient questions, she assumed that she
might be allowed to speak, and she couldn't get the worrying thought
of ending up abandoned in the dungeon, so she hummed repeatedly to get
Moira's attention.
“You seem to have had something on your mind, so I will allow you to ask
one question only. I'm off to work shortly, so be quick about it.”
Moira bent forward to slap Pilar hard with a crop before she added:
“This so you understand that I not am your bloody information desk and
only allow such an infraction on your part, only this once!”
Pilar nodded and began to think hard because there were more than just
one question that felt equally important. She eventually settled on the one
that were most drastic.
“What would happen to me if you had one accident? Would I starve to
death down here without anyone knowing?”
“Aha! I've given that possibility some thought already. I got a male sadist
friend who already has the key to my house. In the event of my death or
disappearance, he is permitted to enter. As a result, he may or may not
find you. If he does...” Her voice trailed off, as she was thinking how to
explain the situation in a manner that would be devastating for Pilar to hear.
“If he does! I am confident he will carry on my good work, and you may
even wish you had died instead.” Moira shrugged and added.
“If anything happens to me, I couldn't care less.”
After being washed down by a torrent of water again, Pilar was returned
to the box and once more trussed up strictly inside.
But the door was not immediately closed as Moira didn't seem rushed to
get to work just yet. Instead she stood a few moments gloating over
her prisoner. Then she spoke:
“In our scenario I am supposed to be a very prudent woman, whereas you
are one uncivilised savage who's constantly in a rot.”
Moira turned around to inspect a straightjacket made of leather enforced
canvas that apparently had been added to the inventory of bondage devices
in the dungeon, while she continued to speak with her back to Pilar.
“This is a matter that need to be corrected, so I have made some research
and found this cream that is sprayed on. It's intended for sportsmen injuries,
I tried it on myself and when applied, it makes the limb go immediately
numb. So it appear to be extremely efficient in bringing the player back into
the game again, whereas for you, I will use it for a different purpose.”
Moira first applied cold spray over Pilar's pussy, she then spread the
gonads to the sides to apply the numbing cream also inside her folds.
Pilar pulled up straight, her limbs stiffening when the initial burning
sensation hit her senses, but soon a cold numbness spread between her
legs as her genitalia started to get anesthetised.
“Now for the final part, I have seen how much you sweat inside the box so
I think I'll be nice today providing a bit of cooling for you.” Moira put one
hand into a nearby bucket and brought up what Pilar first though to be one
icicle, this until she looked closer and did see how it was formed.
“I made a cast of your favourite dildo that we used to play with, and then
filled the cast with water and left it overnight in the freezer.”
Moira giggled as she leaned in and rammed the ice dildo into Pilar's vagina.
Despite the fact that the spray had rendered the external parts of Pilar's
pussy insensitive, her vulva remained fully responsive, causing her to jerk
in pain and chock at the icy intruder.
Moira observed Pilar's reaction, as she immediately started to shiver while
she kept her head down, the edge of her metal posture collar cutting into
the bottom of her jaw. A tear rolled down her cheek, in part from the
humiliation but mostly a reaction to the horrible joviality her former
friend and lover displayed over her suffering.
But Moira was not content, she wished to see her slave completely debased
and added: “Our short session have been filmed of course. I intend to use
the sequence as a teaser for our audience. In case you wonder.
I decided to do a first person POV today with the camera hidden behind the
Caduceus,” she pointed with one finger to indicate the red cross symbol
above her forehead.
Moira appeared happy with the impact her words apparently had on Pilar,
locked the box with several padlocks and immediately took off, now
apparently in a hurry to conduct her business for the day.
The door to the dungeon slammed shut, and Pilar was once again left to
suffer in darkness.