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Pilar's days in the dungeon certainly had been backsliding, and while
her desperation kept growing, she tried to find any means to prevent
her desperation kept growing, she tried to find any means to prevent
her situation from getting even worse.
She did her best to influence Moira to be more lenient.
While there was very few options she had at her disposal, and the few she
did try such as to always be obedient, turned out to be of no avail.
In the end she used the single remaining option she had left, by refusing
to give Moira any satisfaction by whining or reacting in any way.
Her decision came after a session in which Moira treated Pilar like a baby,
including bottle feeding and then given one enema, before she got confined
inside the box while wearing adult diapers to keep her from soiling herself.
Pilar was aware that Moira was attempting to break her completely by subjecting
her to situations that was so humiliating they could not possibly provide
her with any masochistic stimulation. The last days had been far removed
from anything her submissive inclination could view as enjoyable.
And the baby play had been one she had found to be completely repugnant.
So Pilar intended to remain silent, regardless of what cruel assaults that was
inflicted on her body or mind. She hoped that this would make things
less entertaining for Moira and perhaps even have her to tone down on
her relentless acrimony.
She had to attempt it, while she knew it would be too much to hope that it
would bring any major change in her situation or status.
Perhaps she would simply be disregarded and left alone for a while.
Even that would be a blessing!
Her plan was a last resort because she was hopelessly outmatched in every
way, but it would ultimately fail since Moira always made certain to be
one step ahead.
And she had never shown any sign of being satisfied with the way things
were, and instead continued to bring even more torture tools and intricate
bondage equipment to add to Pilar's vulnerability. The most recent had been
a pair of metal sheaths that had been bolted onto Pilar's hands, keeping the
hands and fingers straight from the wrist.
“Even when I put a leather hood on your face, I can see your fingers twitch."
She had said and added. “While I am spared from your witless pleads for
mercy, even seeing your pathetic struggle might hold me back, so there will
be no free fingers for you from now on."
Misfortunes never come alone, and as Pilar´s breasts had started to sag down
from the weights that Moira regularly added to cause pain and discomfort.
But Moira had countered this by adding more cincher rings at the base.
With a bust that now resembled two balloons, this rather increased Moira's
interest for adding even more intricate and heavy decorations.
To avoid the increasing discomfort this caused, Pilar began to hold her
sheathed hands under the breasts at any time her wrists were not chained up.
Moira noticed this and considered it to be a misbehaviour, and since she
could not accept that Pilar had a way to escape her meddling, she locked
Pilar's hands behind her back at any time when her slave had to move around.
Which she always was forced to do on all fours, as if she were the lowest kind
of creature.
This was empathised by how Pilar now got washed, no longer allowed to sit up
kneeling, instead she got chained down with her head against the floor,
this while Moira would not permit any close contact, the washing now only
done with a long broom.
The metal handmitts had a lid on the end, and after washing Moira would
occasionally unlock the front of the metal mitts to clip the fingernails.
After weeks of being bound and assaulted in the most intricate manner,
her masochism started to adapt to the situation. With her arms and legs
securely fettered, she had massaged her vulva by simply pounding her
bottom against the floor of the cage.
Moira eventually discovered her attempts to cum and chastised her slave
for this heinous behaviour when she found a pool of lovejuice in Pilar's
cage. After a relentless beating, Moira put an end to further attempts of
self stimulation by attaching a sheath to the tickler and fastening a broad
metal chastitybelt on top.
Even with this addition, Pilar's poor pussy was not neglected. The belt came
with a small lockable lid. Moira unlocked this at regular intervals for
inspection and washing, after finishing the chores Moira would either rub
the vulva and lips with tiger balm and then insert ice cubes into the vagina.
On alternate days the cubes might be substituted with mint lozenges or
extremely strong peppers. Anything that could be inserted through the belt's
lockable sheath.
Of the new items that Moira brought to the dungeon, the lip extenders was
the ones that Pilar's considered to be the worst.
The lip extenders were the worst addition that Moira brought to the
dungeon in Pilar's opinion. At first, Moira had added one plastic disc of the
same type that urban savages occasionally insert in a pierced lip. A second
one was later added to the upper lip as well. These were later replaced with
hardwood extenders after the lips had extended.
Moira had then taken great delight in displaying images of tribeswomen
with grotesquely extended lips. Explaining that this was just an example
of what would happen in the end.
Pilar was embarrassed not only by how her face was distorted, but also by
how Moira used this to strengthen her control over every aspect of her body.
This was delineated when she started to use a special ballgag, one that had
two grooves running horizontally over the front side. After removing the lip
extenders Moira would pull the extended lips over the ball so that she could
gag Pilar by using her own flesh, making the gag irremovable.
In addition Moira brought a very uncomfortable bondage bra, the new rings
that had been added to the base of each breast made Pilar's mammaries stand
straight out, now the discoloured breast was pressed painfully back again.
Each held in a firm grip by wires on all sides giving them the appearance of
a pair of peeled oranges.
It took a huge effort, but despite all this, Pilar maintained her resistance by
remaining silent until one day, when Moira entered the dungeon with a
laptop under her arm which she placed on a table, before she walked up to
Pilar to inspect her body, trying to discern if there's been and problems with
the position she had been left in, while also inspected that Pilar's fetters
were as secure as the had left them when she departed.
remaining silent until one day, when Moira entered the dungeon with a
laptop under her arm which she placed on a table, before she walked up to
Pilar to inspect her body, trying to discern if there's been and problems with
the position she had been left in, while also inspected that Pilar's fetters
were as secure as the had left them when she departed.
Not that there was any chance that Pilar ever could free any limb or hand
or even start to cause any damage to any of the fetters that held her so
securely prisoner. Over time she had found out, how efficient the rings
on her arms and legs were in robbing her limbs from their strength.
The idea of trying to escape now so remote that Pilar not even would give
the idea conscious thought.
Adding to that, she was fully aware of how disfigured and weird she would
appear to anyone who had no knowledge of the deviated tortures she have
had to suffer. The jewels and bangles Moira first had added to her earlobes
and breasts had been trivial in comparison to the debasing bangles that
had been added later.
Pilar was very well aware that this was all part of Moira's plan for her
subjugation.
When Moira found that everything was to her satisfaction she span on
her heel to pick up the laptop and spoke.
“Do you remember the pictures I took of you? I put them to good use by
creating a profile with your name on a site for singles." Moira stopped
talking for a moment to let this latest piece of beratement sink in.
“The emails I've received have been fascinating to read, especially the
ones telling how revolting you are."
This revelation of how her torturess had misappropriated her name sent
Pilar´s spirits plummeting to an even lower level.
“In the ensuing exchange I have revealed that I am your keeper, and
gotten quite some interesting messages from various guys, you cannot
imagine how inventive some of them are!"
Pilar could feel a chill running down her spine, she had started to get an
idea what this might be leading to.
“The comments have given me some great ideas on how I will add to
your predicament, I'm looking forward to see effective they might be."
It had felt like an eternity to Pilar before Moira eventually tired and took
a rest, but she was not given any longer time to recover before Moira got
up from her throne and used a cattle prod to poke her hogtied body lying
squat on the floor with a wooden pole inserted between her legs.
She hummed in appreciation when Pilar's resolution to remain silent
began to slip, a few more shocks had her twist and start to whine in
trepidation, perhaps as much from the pain in her sore body as in fear
that the abuse would resume.
And it would, though this last round would be one of verbal bashing.
“So lets get into detail of the comments they have made on your images."
said Moira and started to read aloud with a theatrical tone.
“Your sub is an absolute work of surrealist art. All tattooed and pierced.
I'd always assumed that the urban savages were into humiliation and
submission, but this is on a level I couldn't have imagined."
“Sub?!" Moira laughed sarcastically. "You are quite less than that, since
you have no right to choose. What a foolish man. Others are somewhat
more insightful though." And Moira read a number of other comments
that had been made to the images of her that had been posted.
Moira could see the effect the words had on Pilar, so she leaned forward
to add a final blow by whispering into Pilar's ear. “Finally I get my toy
to react again. Adding a man to these sessions appear to be one ultimate
nightmare to this sluttish lesbian."
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Story 1
Exasperation
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Story 2
Never A Tender Moment
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No Running Away
Story 3
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Story 4
Whip And Vinegar
Story 4
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Story 5
The Box
Story 5
11 min
Story 6
Electric Qualification
Story 6
10 min
Story 7
Cessation
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Wish You Were Here
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Digital Assistant
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Chips Of The Same Block
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Stigmata
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Divulgence
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I Sing The Body Electric
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