The savage

Model work

Pilar were standing in darkness, dazed from the lack of sleep and the ordeal she had been subjected to the previous evening, when the light came back on and Moira´s face appeared in front of her, grinning. 'Good morning, rise and shine!' said Moira with one gaiety that only served to make Pilar´s resolution to plummet but she wanted to protest this enthusiasm and so once more whispered 'No!' by her dry throat.

'No what?' Moira asked, it cannot be that you decline my offer for water do you?

Pilar looked down to see that she held the bucket ready, 'Now you don't have the gag in place I expect you to be helpful and bite down on the plug yourself, now will you?' Moira asked.

Pilar had nothing else to do than to obey, she needed to drink so badly!

So she drank eagerly, and then Moira put the bucket back by the door and returned with a digital camera.

'Well it have become time to put my shutterbug skill to the test, I do in fact intend to do so regularity making a portfolio on how this develops over time,' said Moira and snapped images of Pilar from all sides.

'Lift your leg so that I get some pictures of your no-longer private parts as well, Pilar tried to comply but the spiked balls in her vagina made their presence known and she immediately put her leg down again.

'Now what's the matter,' asked Moira. 'No wait, I know, I left the cactus balls inside you last night did I not?' she said and pushed her hand up between Pilar´s legs grinding at her pussy.

Pilar groaned, then whelped in pain at the renewed pain. 'Oh well if you been so good as not ejecting them I could as well let them remain in there today then?' said Moira with a wink of her eye.

She unlocked the chain that had forced Pilar to stand for so long, and she immediately slumped down the the floor. 'No no and no!' blurted Moira. She stepped back and attached the chain again to Pilar´s armbinder and hoisted her up. 'Now you get over to the comfy chair, yes that’s the name I given to it, you said you used to be a Monthy Python fan did you not?' Moira interluded and continued. 'And make that snappy. I have to be off to work in ten minutes!'

With tears flowing down her cheeks Pilar stumbled over to the wooden chair and slumped down.

She were once again strapped in place with her arms behind the back of the chair. And now the head harness with the ring gag and thin chains were brought back, hooks pulling at her face in various uncomfortable ways.

Moira proceeded by adding the bells to Pilar´s earrings and breasts. 'And finally, the nice box for your head,' said Moira when she put it on Pilar's head locking it together with a padlock.

As she sat with her legs together she could not avoid the spiked 'cactus balls' inside her as her loins pressed her pussy together. She tried to move, perhaps to spread the legs enough that she could use her abdominal muscles enough to eject them, movement that only had the bells hanging by her earlobes ringing, a sound that were amplified considerably inside the box. The noise grating on her so horribly that she soon gave up on any effort and simply tried to relax.

Having been kept awake for so long Pilar actually did fall asleep during the day, only to be awakened by a sharp pain from her scalp when her head had tilted backward and gotten in contact with the numerous spikes inside the box.

She sat straightened trying to avoid doing anything at all for hours, until she did hear a faint sound again. The box on her head were removed, and even though her vision were blurred by exhaustion from the ordeal, she could see Moira´s smiling at her predicament.

The engine hoist had been brought up in front of her, and Moira briskly attached her left leg to the hook of the hoist before she released the straps holding that leg to the chair. She then pumped on the lever to bring Pilar´s leg up in the air.

'Time to remove the your balls' said Moira when she were putting on medical examination gloves and started to push her fingers inside Pilar´s pussy. The procedure brought a sharp pain to her innards, and she started to sob. Though that only seemed to stimulate Moira´s efforts in making it as painful as possible.

'You can feel that there´s no part of your body that is off limit to me now!' said Moira and picked up the flat nose pliers and brought it to Pilar´s clitoris, pressing it hard then twisting it clockwise.

At this point Pilar could not hold back, but yelled uncontrollable at the top of her voice.

'Hear, hear!' said Moira with one surprisingly level voice after the loud outburst. 'Perhaps I better neuter you already, cutting it of?' asked Moira.

Pilar shook her head slowly crying and slobbering with one open mouth, with the only result that the bells hanging from her ears chimed.

'I thought you wouldn't like that to happen, that means that you still have hope that this will end, or that your situation will get better.' said Moira with one ominous tone. 'It will not, I better start to work on removing that hope from you, so that you will adapt and resign to the fact that you only have the option of learning to obey and endure!'

Lets get you up on the standing rack over there, its one side of the room you have not visited yet.

She lowered Pilar´s leg and chained the thighs and ankles together and then removed the bells that had been pulling on her ears and breasts.

'Time to giddy up now,' said Moira and led Pilar over to a standing rack where she were quickly and efficiently bound spread eagled on the frame.

'You can see the rack of whips I have purchased for you over there,' Moira indicated by pointing over her shoulder by her thumb.

'Now I really would love to use the bullwhip on you already, but it would cut your skin most horribly if I would try,' added Moira with a bit of thoughtfulness in her voice.

'So I will have to work up by regular whipping and in the process you will develop a tougher skin so that you can take the level of whippings I intend to subject you to.' She smiled and twisted on the rings that were pierced trough the areolas of Pilar´s breasts enjoying the squirming from the pain and mental torture of her words.

Moira walked over and brought one of the smaller single tail whips back and started to work on Pilar´s back.

Pilar´s neck snapped backwards from the pain, but the high ringed collar kept her neck from moving far and rebounded her head back in the erect position.

'You're quite a toy.' giggled Moira. 'Your head moves like its on a spring, and in a way it is!And now for your legs and thighs'.

When Moira were finished Pilar were left hanging and whining softly half conscious in the darkness again. Once more the recorded message left on, now telling how she were to accept the punishments with a 'Thank you, I deserve to be punished.' for the distress and pain her tribe had caused and that she should willingly accept the revenge she were subjected to.

When Pilar awakened again she were uncertain if it were morning or evening, she stood there in the darkness with her arms and legs spread, uncertain and dizzy what had awakened her, when a claxon sound blared and then the recording started again.

But it did not take long before Moira reappeared once more. 'Time for the force-feeding,' said Moira her glee unabated, and again she did appear somewhat tipsy speaking with a slight slur when she said. 'And you should rather be tankful to me that I do this for you. The piercings in your mouth would still make regular eating quite painful.' she added.

After having being fed Moira brought back the whip, but also a leather mask.

'During this whipping I thin it'll be best that I be spared from seeing your face,' said Moira and continued. 'In ancient and medieval times the torturers put a mask on the face of their victim, so that they would not view him as a person and so could continue their gruesome work.'

“So she gives me historical lectures now as well does she.” thought Pilar while whining softly in her gag.

“And for the same reason I have now put you in a leather helmet. Even though you are a savage to be punished for your evil acts, savage quite the pejorative term here isn't it? “She said and grinned evilly. “Still I need not see any other facial expression of yours that might make me hesitate for what I intend to do to you today.”

The helmet covered her head entirely, with the exception of her eyes, and one oval hole at the bottom where her nose-ring poked out. But Moyra having to breathe trough the nostrils that already were partially filled by the ends of the thick ring.

“Oh no, breath control on top of it all.” Pilar thought.

After the whipping Moira brought a spray bottle and explained that it were filled with strong Vinegar, 'It is somewhat antibacterial, but more importantly, this is going to hurt a lot on your abraded skin,' said Moira as her voice went from manic mirth to a sinister growl as she concluded.

'So now you better brace yourself!'

Pilar rocked and twisted from renewed pain, and Moira stepped up to inspect Pilar´s red cried eyes closely, that looked up and into the face of her Mistress.

'I really like the look in your eyes, so endlessly sad.' Moira said and left Mora alone to her suffering again. “Not only does she all these horrible things to me, and I am all so helpless. But she have to gloat about it as well,” she thought and tried to think of anything but the pain and the uncomfortable impression that her skin were being stretched somehow by the vinegar. Her tears flowed in silence, she were too battered to cry aloud.