Electric Qualification

 As the days passed, Pilar tried her utmost to cope with the box and
the various tortures that she was subjected to. She noticed changes
and additions to the dungeon every time when she was brought out.

One of those a pillory and she did not like the implication this might
hold for her.

 Over time she had become a completely meek being, only nodding,
then to say 'Thank you'. Walking or crawling where her mistress told
her, this regardless of what torture she might be facing.
So when Pilar finally was brought to the pillory she was locked into
place without the slightest attempt of resisting.

 Moira took notice of this and decided it was time to take things one 
step further, as she got her kicks by trigger new desperate reactions
out of Pilar: “The time has come for serious training, you're allowed
to scream trough this ordeal, so I am going to leave you without any gag.”

 “But I need to prevent you from biting too hard and grinding your teeth.”
“So I'll give you a hand and let you wear gumshields on your teeth. 
Open wide now!” Moira said, gesticulating with her hand.

  Pilar said 'Thank you' before opening the mouth to accept the gum shields.
She was then left alone for some moments, while she could only hear
how Moira was busy behind her, sometimes mumbling about which
connection or cable to use.

 Then she stepped up, holding two metal objects in each hand.

“These are the plugs for you today, as you can see they're made of metal
so they will be excellent conductors of the cute little shocks I am to
stimulate you with.”

Moira walk around to her back and continued her monologue:
“This time we'll do this au naturel, while strong cremes and enemas
of course will be an option in future sessions of this kind.” 

 “Now brace yourself, I added a bit of vaseline to make this easier on you.
Try to dilate.” And with those words she uncermonically pushed 
the objects in, Pilar groaned and felt both embarrassed for the brief
pleasure she felt at first for being penetrated, but as the dildo was pushed 
deeper she felt violated as it was wider at the base and stretched her to
the limit.

 And the anal plug was no better, it almost did touch the metal dildo inside 
her, this until Moira strapped a leather belt around her groin which held the
two objects separated inside and prevented them from being ejected.

 “And without further ado....”

 Moira left the sentence unfinished as she walked over to the storage corner
and changed into a fancy white uniform reminiscent of what could be seen
in a parade in some parts of South America.

  “Today I will be the Captain of the terminal here:” Moira said with ill hidden
glee as she picked up the cables from the floor and connected those to a 
pulpit control board.

 “The exercise for today is both demanding and one easy one, you are to be
subjected to a long session of electrical jolts. That's the hard part.” 
Moira said with a commandeering voice.
“The easy part is that you only need to remain conscious. If you manage to
pull through without fainting, you will truly show to me that you have
qualified as a true pain-loving slave!”

“You will be issued a badge!” Moira mocked, and continued: “Oh yes I see,
you don't wear any clothes, so the pin will go trough your breast of course.”
Pilar shook her head slowly in dismay and resentment.

 At first the chocks were almost pleasurable, with a buzzing sensation.
These were only felt on her upper body at first, but soon these also 
were felt on her pussy lips, and then lastly from the two dildos that
encroached her.

  It didn't take long for Moira to turn up the dial, and every pulse became a
white searing pain that left her with no pleasure whatsoever. Pilar could 
feel her skin going numb in several areas. This brief respite lasted only
a few moments before Moira made another adjustment to the control board.
Now each shock left a a burning pain, but not as strong to cause numbness.

 “How is it going?” Moira blurted with unrestrained glee: “Do you think you will
be able to take this level for the rest of the day?”

 Pilar's body were twisting and jerking by the electrical stimulation, but
she somehow managed to shake her head so that Moira got the message.

  “No! You will not fail already, try very hard to manage through this. It's the
only way that you can graduate!”

 Pilar's mind went into overdrive trying to find something to say that could
stop this madness. Or should she attempt to plead now that she was not
gagged. But her vocal cords seized so all she managed were a set of
whimpering sounds that repeated the rhythm of the currents that shocked
her body in various combinations.

Moira stepped away from the control board, removed the military parade
jacket on a hook near the door and after watching Pilar for a short moment, 
Moira left the dungeon without further comments. 
This time Pilar barely noted the finality of the rattling locks and bolts as the
solid dungeon door were locked again.

Pilar lost track of time, all that existed were her body surrounded by a
pink fog of pain. Eventually, she fainted leaning forward as she sat restrained.

She got roughly awakened by having a bucket of ice cold water poured over
her, icecubes had been used to chill the water rattled away of the floor on
each side of her limp body.

  “I am disappointed, you failed me so miserably.” Moira said. She released
Pilar from the cables, but let her arms and neck remain in place in the stocks.
Moira put on medical gloves and added a clear plastic face mask. 

“Just in case you'd try anything stupid, but just don't, you're smart enough
to know that I'd retaliate in a most vicious way for any such attempt.”

 While she fed Pilar with a large spoon, Moira made an effort to be unhelpful
as possible moving the spoon left and right so that Pilar had to turn her head
to follow. And when Pilar failed to reach, Moira would more than once simply
tilt the spoon, letting the food fall into one of the buckets that had been
placed beneath. 
Moira eventually tired of this game, and pushed the entire bowl into Pilar's 
face, which smeared Pilar's face with sauce and bits.
While the food were excessively strong in salt and spices, Pilar was so starved
her tongue wiggled about, licking up the morsels as best as she could.

As on previous times, Pilar was only allowed to drink at the end, and since
Moira was inventive in finding new cruel ways, she simply brought the second
bucket pouring the water over the top of Pilar's head and she had to try drinking
as much as she could from the cascade of water.

She was released after this additional humiliation and allowed to crawl over the
floor to a Devil's chair replica that until this point had been left unused. There she
was unceremonially strapped in place and Moira started her interrogation on
how bad the electrical torture session had been while she questioned Pilar's
willingness to endure.

  Standing in front of Pilar, Moira was obviously not happy with the answers she
was given and concluded: “You know what they say, no pain no gain!”

Moira looked down as she stroked Pilar's hair, then her hand slapped Pilar's
face hard. Moira looked sidewise, waiting a moment, then Pilar realised what
was expected, she replied: “Thank you.”
Moira hummed questioningly, and Pilar quickly added: “I deserve to be treated
like this!”

  “Good reply, you're finally starting to get it!” Moira dug her fingernails
into Pilar's cinched breast and twisted her hand until Pilar yelped in pain.
She then continued to pinch the breast while she used her free hand to
slap Pilar's face until it was red and swollen.

 Moira eventually let go of Pilar's breast and brought one wooden clamp that
she bolted into holes located in the back of the chair. She then proceeded
by wedging Pilar's head in place so it could not move and said: "I'm only
going trough all this trouble so I can slap you harder."

  But then Moira did something unexpected, she bent forward and and
started to stroke her head once again and bent forward with her mouth
near Pilar's face, remembering when there were lovers Pilar opens her
mouth slightly and pointed out her tongue between her lips.

Moira straightened up, and tossed her head backward laughing:
“You really thought I ever would kiss you?”

 “I thought you loved me!” Pilar sniffled with tearful grief. 

 “The only thing I love is to see your humiliated and broken body!” Moira
retorted and walked around to the back of the chair.

Pilar dared not show her fear openly. 'Else the bitch will get her kicks
from that also while she turn this from rack to ruin.' She thought for herself. 

 Pilar heard Moira's footsteps and looked up to see that she had brought
a metal bucket, but this one had tie down anchors on all sides.

Moira only needed a moment to secure the bucket over Pilar's head.
“This device is quite wonderful in its simplicity. No high tech, nothing but
metal sides that reflect your yells so they will reverberate in your own ears.
In short, you will add to your own torture!”

 “And I hope you scream a lot now, it's after all you who be the one that's
worse off from the bedlam.”

After adding breast clamp to Pilar's breasts Moira closed the jaws painfully.
Then she brought a hammer and started to pound on the bucket.

The sound was ear shattering in Pilar's ears. She tried to be quiet and endure
as best as she could.

Not that being quiet was doing Pilar any good, and while the head was held in
place by the bracket, the clanging sounds and impacts did break her.

 “You cannot do this to me!” Pilar screamed in desperation.

Moira had hoped to elicit this reaction from Pilar, being in control was what gave
her the ultimate kick. Any kind of cruel control. Also when she was
debasing her victim verbally, so she had her next verbal assault ready as
she stated:

“What? There is no 'me' sitting there. I own this body. It is not yours at all.” 
Moira spoke levelly and calm, but in a menacing tone that suggested further
punishments would follow.

"What a ridiculous thought, yes your mind is in there, like a squatter 
trespassing on the slave meat that is my property.”
Moira raised her tone, and Pilar were uncertain if this was an act, or if her
Mistress really had such an unbalanced personality as Moira finished the
sentence by yelling straight into Pilar's face.
 “That additional miscue of yours is reason enough to punish you even more
severely!”

 “You better remember this lesson. Everything you need is provided by me,
also the need for my attention. Waiting for the next time that I will come down,
even if it means more pain and suffering for you.”

Pilar were brought to the box again and strapped in even more rigorously
than before.

Sleep was hardly one option that night, contorted as she was. 
And she knew it was done on purpose, the idea of breaking a slave was
one she had roleplayed, but never imagined she would experience in such
a callous manner.

 She suffered from the rough torture she had endured. Crying in silence for
being so helpless to resist, and for the thought of people up there somewhere
that went about their daily life. While none she had ever known would ever
see her again.

 -"-

  Moira had scheduled Pilar for another 'qualifying session' the next morning.
So she was soon locked into the stocks again, and subjected to another day
of electrical shocks after being placed in the same stocks kneeling on the floor
with her manacled legs folded.
Moira double-checked the camera and and started it to record the session.

 Moira returned in the afternoon to find Pilar barely conscious, but when she
checked the recording, she found that her slave had taken it well as she
hadn't fainted, despite the fact that she had stopped jerking and had been
leaning sideways in the stocks during the latter part.

 She walked around to inspect the state of her slave and laughed of the sight
of Pilar's appearance, Pilar was drenched in sweat and her eyes crossed. 
“You're close to the finish line, just hold out for a bit more, for an hour or
two while I have a nice dinner and you will have passed this trial.”

  Pilar's brain rushed with thoughts of hate and resentment which might have
provided the kick that managed her to pull trough. When Moira returned,
she turned off the electrical device, walked over and looked straight into
Pilar's face and spoke calmly like a schoolmarm.

“This is good, we have now defined your pain threshold, this will be the
benchmark I will use for your continued reeducation.”