Never A Tender Moment

When Pilar first met Moira at the Catacomb club, her first thought were that
she resembled the actor that had played the role of 'Seven of Nine'. Cold,
distant and not showing much emotion. The latex gear she had worn that
night, with a cut which made it resemble a uniform had only enforced that
impression.
 
They had made instant friends, and for weeks and months afterwards they
dated, and sometimes spent entire weekends together, exchanging identities
in the role-play scenarios they both enjoyed. Though she always had ended
up the captive, slave girl or a damsel in distress.
Since both were lesbians, she never had considered the risk of her erotic play 
partner might be one predator and kidnapper. For some reason Pilar have
thought that were a mental disorder that only affected men, how wrong she
had been!
She now realised that Moira were a person that had kept herself under stern
control, not to reveal the twisted personality beneath. A control that now
quickly evaporated, revealing a senseless sadist that has been hiding beneath
the surface.
Yet now it were too late, she had disappeared from the world, and found herself 
in a basement dungeon filled with torture racks, and various pieces of furniture
that she were certain would be put to use in adding to her predicament.
 
When Moira returned, her appearance were quite different from the outfit she
had worn the previous evening. Now dressed causally, she moved briskly,
obviously sober again. 
Pilar would not look directly at her, in fear of triggering her anger and
punishment, but she did dare look up briefly and caught a glimpse of the same
stern expression she had seen the previous evening.
 
“I hope your night have been uncomfortable, so it will be a good introduction
to the nights ahead which I promise will be even more of a challenge to you! 
But we need to have you set up for the day now.” she said and released the
padlocks holding her legs and pulled her up to a sitting position by pulling with
one hand on her leash and the other by her hair.
“Toilet time!” she blurted and brought a bucket. “Sit!” she commanded once
again while simultaneously pulling on Pilar´s hair and leash.
Pilar were trembling and nearly unable to stand on her legs, and she only
managed to stand in a hunched position from the night-long ordeal of being
hogtied on the floor. 
But after a few unsteady steps on weak legs she nearly fell backwards when
sitting down to finally relieve herself.
“Up again you savage and stand still with your legs spread!” 
Moira continued to use the commanding voice that made it obvious that she
meant serious business and accepted no delay.
She brought a water-hose that had been rolled up on a wheel mounted on
the wall and used it to rinse Pilar´s bottom and then brought a rough brush
scraping the girl between the legs until she was satisfied her savage slave
girl was clean. 
“Now get down on that chair and I will strap you in for the day.”
 
Pilar had found no time to recover from the unmannerly way she had been
washed, as Moira had used cold water and a rough brush, so she hesitated
momentarily only to receive a series of blows from the rear side of the brush
that Moira now used as a paddle. So she duck walked over to the chair and
sat down with a thump. 
While seated she noted that the seating were split in two halves, but she
had no time to wonder about the implication of that detail as she constantly
was pushed to obey in various ways.
 
“Up again!” Moira commandeered, and when Pilar got halfway up standing
she felt Moira release the buckle on her arm-sleeve and then how it got
pulled up and back so her bound arms ended up on the rear side of the chair.
Wide straps was pulled over Pilar's chest, tights and calves, then locked in
place with built in mechanisms on the side of the back and seating on the
chair. She was ordered to pull in her belly as much as she could before the
final strap running over the stomach was locked in place. Additional straps
was found on the armrests, but bound as she were with the arms in the back
they served no purpose this time.
 
Her helplessness were absolute, a feeling that she would have enjoyed under
other conditions, also that of being pushed around, a good session should
even have a bit of fear, perhaps from outlandish suggestions that would
provide a good mind fuck.
But she had been molested and assaulted in so many ways that all she could
feel was confusion and resentment over the abuse.
“So we gotten to the time for your first breakfast, and it'll be a liquid one,
luck has it that you're already wearing a ring gag.” She said and brought the
smaller bucket.
After removing the lid she pulled up a pump and handle that had stood in a
slush that filled the lower third of the bucket. Moira brought up a tube and
inserted it into a hollowed out rubber-socket that she pushed into the wide
open mouth, then taking a firm grip of Pilar´s hair with one hand she started
to pump with the other.
As the pressure started to build up, Pilar had no choice than to start
swallowing, but with the rings around her throat she were unable to swallow
fast enough so some of the slush poured down at the side of her mouth.
 
“See there what a pig you are!” Moira blurted and slapped Pilar´s chin so the
liquid goo flew in droplets over the room.
“Pig food for a pig, suits you perfectly! Its made from my watered down
leftovers and will be the only thing you eat from now on.”
Her voice softened momentarily while adding.
“This is a good inauguration showing your low status here isn't it?”
Moira smiled and briefly stroked her breast, then straightened up and the
stern face snapped in place again.
Pilar recalled that many of the role played games they acted out together
had included some elements of humiliation. As a dominant, Moira had been
leading her along, back then Pilar had played happily along, since it were part
of her profile and submissive nature.
 
“I know what you're thinking there.” Moira said. “Quite horrible to become
one involuntary wastebasket, but it is something you have to stomach!” 
“Get the pun do you, savage?” 
Moira punched her hard in the stomach and giggled, while tears flowed up in
Pilar´s eyes while she thought. 'She's nuts, she really must be bent beyond
the bend!'
Moira quickly sobered from her mirth, she removed the tube while letting the 
rubber-socket remain in place. “It will be used to get your water and dinner 
in the afternoon anyhow, so I save time knowing where it is this way.” 
“And that's the idea behind this quick force-feeding, giving me more time to spend
on your training. Yes, I know you are quite far from ready yet for this scenario,
your body might be nearly there, but your mind isn't. So I'll have to do more work
on you this afternoon.”
Moira brought the now empty bucket to the door and went over a table that
had a diverse collection of sinister looking instruments and tools, but when
she returned she simply brought a number of bells.
“These are Burmese bells.” Moira explained, while she added one bell each
to Pilar´s earrings and another pair to her pierced nipples.
“They are quite heavy, and when you move they will chime. I think it will be
a quite nice sonic demonstration for you today.”
 
And with those words she walked out of the dungeon door picking up the
buckets as she passed them by. The door closed and the lock were heard,
and Pilar faintly heard a rolling sound. 
'There's something more beyond the door, perhaps it is covered or
camouflaged in some way.' She told herself, realising that if something would
happen to Moira, there would hardly be a chance that anyone would find the
dungeon where she were held captive in time to rescue her.
The weight of the bells were already getting uncomfortable, she tried to adjust
her position, to no avail as tightly strapped in place as she were, which made
the bells chime. 
After some time her nose started to itch, she tried to move her head around
searching for something to rub it against, the back of the chair were the only
thing near, but her ringed neck held her head in a solid grasp making it
impossible to bow the head down. The movement caused more chiming, the
sound already starting to grate on her nerves.
It became a very long day for Pilar, her legs fell asleep from her attempts to
move as little as possible. Eventually she managed to relax and drifted off in
the quiet dungeon dreaming unsettling dreams of captivity, only to awake and
find it to be all true.