The savage

The Box

The next time Moira entered the dungeon, she brought one entire trolley with items down into the dungeon. On the bottom were a rather large wooden box, Pilarīs eyes followed as Moira busied herself arranging the new brought items, and that with considerable trepidation of what would happen next.

Moira walked over and removed the mouthpiece of the leather helmet and then went on to feed Pilar and then to let her relieve herself as she stood spread-eagled on the rack. After a quick washing by the hose, Moira released her slave, only to see Pilar fall down in a heap on the floor.

'Oh dear me,' said Moira. 'And I did trust you have had a good sleep and restful night.'

'Well you will be sitting down today, so you better crawl over to the box I brought downstairs.'

By a superhuman effort on Pilarīs part, and a liberal use of the whip as Moira followed her gleefully over the floor. She was forced over to the box where Moira opened the door and with one inviting gesture she said. 'You may examine it now and see what is store for you, a life of  hell and suffering. Pilar could see the box had a large number of leather straps and cuffs mounted to the all sides. The outside of the box had black metal ornaments on every corner, whereas the door were so reinforced it were nearly covered by decorative metal accents including a metal slide lock that could be locked with a key.

'Now get inside and I prepare you for the day.' said Moira.

Pilar did not have enough space to actually sit in the box but ended sitting with her legs outside. Moira left her like that for the moment and started to use the leather straps that were anchored by bolts to the inner corners of the box, as soon as those held Pilarīs torso firmly, she then moved on to bind Pilarīs arms and wrists to the sides.

'Now raise your arm,' said Moira. Pilar did as she had been ordered, but only briefly, in the last moment she started to panic for what she had coming for her. But the rings recently added to her arms made her even more powerless.

Moira did not even comment on the faint attempt of resistance and simply continued strap Pilar in even more firmly in place. All she could do now were wiggling the lower part of her body slightly while all she felt were one inconsolable sadness for her destiny and the fact that Moira seemed to get such satisfaction from treating her so horribly.

'The guy who made this box must have thought it was for improved comfort when I asked for these broad straps. Now pull you legs up,' Moira ordered and used additional straps to anchor Pilarīs thighs to the sides. Finally her lower legs were brought inside when the ankles were locked into the cuffs at each side near the door of the box. 'And so this for your head,' explained Moira when she pulled out one still unused strap that had been hanging from the top of the box until this moment.

'Lift your head a bit now. 'Yes it padded and really made for comfort, and that was not my intention at all,' Moira chuckled. 'My sole intention were to have so broad leather straps and cuffs to let you feel the absolute incapability of your situation. Now that they are padded will not prevent me from pulling them in another notch or?' Moira clapped her hands together, and then took a new grip on the strap pulling in the remaining slack of the straps.

Pilar groaned quietly, but kept her eyes closed trying not to trigger any further cruelty.

'Well that's it, I am off for the day, enjoy yourself with the conditioning program I have prepared. Yes you will be able to hear the speakers trough the ventilation holes, I will merely crank up the volume while you're in there!' said Moira and closed the door.

It did not take long before Pilar could feel her hands go numb from the straps and cuffs that held them firmly to the sides of the box. But soon another problem made itself knows, he started to get warm as she were in the very small space inside the box.

After a few hours she were sweating profusely, and even though she could feel a bit of air coming in trough a whole near the lower part of her back, it was not enough. And that she was strapped in by that many restrictive leather straps around her torso made her breathing even more laboured. She tried to move, to let more air in trough the ventilation holes but all her limited movement did were to set the ornamental jewellery in her breasts swinging.

After several hours of gasping for air, the door were finally opened, and Pilar did take a breath of relief from fresh air entering her box.

'This is quite a sight!' said Moira as she inspected Pilar's body that were glistening by moisture. 'You have been sweating quite a lot in there, imagine that, you even get a sauna in my little spa down here!' She started to unstrap Pilar from the box. And Moira obviously did remember the fall Pilar had taken the same morning she stood in front and held one hand against Pilarīs shoulder letting her steady herself before she ordered her to come out crawling on all fours.

'You have two pet bowls on the floor, now eat and drink without using your hands.' ordered Moira and stepped back to oversee the progress.

When Pilar had finished Moira brought back the head harness with the many fine chains and started to put it on Pilarīs head. Trembling and weak from the ordeal in the box as she were she did nothing to resist while Moira continued her commentary of the tools of torture she used..

'I have come to think that this gag harness you wear do make you look quite similar to one Indian bride, they do also have a ring pierced in the nose and chains running over the cheek just as you do. Quite a delightful item!'

Moira then ordered her to move her arms to the back, and the leather armbinder were once again used to bind her arms on the back.

'Now lets move over to my throne and you will sit on your heels while I give you your final instructions.' Moira made a quick dash over the floor to pick up a whip while Pilar slowly skidded on her hunches toward the elevated chair at the short end of the dungeon.

Moira sat down and declared that they now were ready to start the scenario.

'My part will be that of a very prudent woman, perhaps even one missionary. And I will be the actual victim here. And you one who were part in the death of my family. And the reason I punish you is that I am nearly crazy by grief for the loss of my family. There will be no sex whatsoever, except your genital torture. I will get my satisfaction upstairs when I watch you on webcam when you are suspended trembling and whimpering and I lie down in my bed watching your suffering with a vibrator between my legs.' Moira grinned broadly and continued. 'Yes there's not only one but two cameras in the ceiling here and I can zoom in on your face and body to see how bad you are coping with your situation.'

At this point Pilar started to withdraw from listening, the words were even worse than any of the whippings or humiliations she had suffered so far. But Moira noted she were not paying attention so she lashed out with the whip sending a painful blow to Pilarīs thigh and when Moira could see that she had the full attention again she continued.

'I don't know how far your masochism actually can go, over time you will perhaps adopt to this and start to wish for more. As isolated as you will be down here I am certain that you will start to wish for my attention, regardless how bad it will be to you.'

'Now your instructions are simple. Any time I offer you something, if it be water, food or put on clamps on your pussy you will say thank you and tell me how much you appreciate it.'

Now when I give you a punishment, you will tell me that. 'I am so sorry for what we done, I deserve your rightful punishment.'

So now I intend to give you a whipping, lets hear how you reply to my offer.

Remembering how violent Moira have been so far, Pilar dared not to disobey and replied, 'Thank you mistress, I deserve....' she stopped herself, her voice cut off by a cough.

Though Moira were happy so far and said 'That's good for a start,' she grinned and carried on. 'Remember our roleplay at all time and I will not beat about the bush that any deviation from the script will result in a most severe punishment.' 'There will be one more detail to this to make it more believable,' added Moira and continued. 'You will always make the answers  to me in broken english like this: I am soo soorvy, I dererv dus bunishment.'

Despite have being told to keep her eyes down, Pilar looked up in utter disbelief at this point.

Moira jumped up from her chair and yelled. 'And it was just a moment ago I told you to keep your face and down at all times!' The whip impacted with full force on Pilarīs back and sides as Moira brutally walloped the sprawled body on the floor. 'You, will obey at all times!' Moira hissed trough clenched teeth as she slowly moved around landing blow after blow with full force, not even Pilarīs face were spared, getting one lash over the forehead and another over her chin. The pain burned terribly and she were now screaming her lungs out, yet she did not dare to move away the slightest from the assault in fear it might result in one even more forceful retaliation.

Eventually Moira declared that she had enough of punishment for this time around. And went over to the table that were stacked with plenty of bondage paraphernalia, she brought back a short corset, one that could also be said to be a broad waist cincher, and started to strap it around Pilarīs waist.

When Moira felt more tightening were needed she simply put one foot on Pilarīs body and pulled with both hands until the poor woman gasped nearly breathless.

'So it got hot and sweaty in the box,' asked Moira. 'Well I prepare you better for your ordeal today then.' And she filled one bucket with water and brought the pump and started to fill Pilar's belly with water. She tried to drink as well as she could, but as the belly distended against the harshly restricting corset she ended up yelling in pain at the top of her lungs sending water spraying over the room.

'Ahh I guess that’s the gauge that tells me you had enough,' said Moira. Now over to the box, I am going away for two days so I need to have you setup quickly now so no delay.

So once again Pilar found herself bound in the box with arms and legs bound rigidly taut to the sides. 'One last detail here,' said Moira. And she brought a small glass jar of tiger balm, after adding a medial examination glove she covered Pilarīs pussy with the gel like substance and then closed and locked the door.

Inside Pilar could feel a burning sensation growing between the legs, after one half hour the effect had built up to the maximum and she screamed at the top of her voice until she had consumed the fresh air inside and ended up panting and sweating.

The two day ordeal became a true nightmare for Pilar, when Moira finally reappeared two days later she had taken on a smart and businesslike look. 

'So how have you been doing in there,' she asked.

The only sound that Pilar could make was one long groan in dismay.

'What?' asked Moira, 'you been in here this long and you still dare to growl at me?'

'I better see that this behaviour is not repeated, the correct answer should have been: Thank you Mistress, I deserve this'!'

Moira brought a flogger, and said. 'Most consider the flogger to be a rather benign tool,' and started to flog Pilar with remarkably hard blows as she walked around her sparing no part of her body. 'But that's because they don't know how to use the flogger properly!' After a short while tears were running down Pilarīs face and she simply could not stand this any more, so she safeworded.

Moira stopped dead, and then folded over giggling in mirth.

'So you think you can stop me?' asked Moira. 'Think again, because you are not a sub not even a slave. You are nothing but a piece of meat that have no other right than to breathe and scream, and that's it,' she said while hitting Pilar with the flogger between each word.

'But now that I havn't seen you for a little while, you are going to entertain me.'

Moira walked over to the chair on the short end of the room pulling Pilar with her on the leash.

'I want to see the savage dance! Dance widelegged in front of me!' Moira cracked the whip as she sat on her throne. Exhausted as she were Pilar stumbled and almost fell when she tried to move with her legs spread as ordered.

Qualification by electricity

As the days passed, Pilar tried to cope with being restrained in the box and the various tortures that she were subjected to when she were brought out.

Though she noted that a pillory had been brought to the dungeon and she did not like the implication it might held for her.

And some day later Moira brought her over and locked her in place on the pillory without the slightest attempt of resisting, she had become a completely meek being, only nodding and walking where her mistress told her to go. And that regardless of what torture she might be facing.

'The time have come for some serious training, and you're fully allowed to scream trough this ordeal so I am going to let you be left without any gag. Though to prevent you from biting to hard on your teeth I will be a bit helpful and let you wear gumshields on your teeth so open wide now!' Moira said, and made a gesture with her hand.

After the teeth protectors were in place she went on to restrain Pilar's legs so that she ended up sitting with her legs folded and immovable. Moira then added electrodes to Pilar's belly and pussy and after bringing a double dildo arrangement that had been mounted to a flat pad and pulling Pilar up and then seating her down with the dildos up her pussy and anus. Pilar sat squat and impaled with the objects up her holes holding her in place as she were completely unable to raise herself up with her bound and folded legs.

Moira walked over to the storage corner and put on a fancy white uniform reminiscent of the kind of parade uniforms sometimes seen on military parades in some countries in South-America.

'Today I will be the Captain of the terminal here' Moira said with ill hidden glee as she connected the cables to a pulpit controlboard and placed herself behind it.

'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, the easy part is that you only need to remain conscious. If you manage to pull trough without fainting, you will truly have shown to me that you have qualified as a true pain-loving slave!'

Pilar shook her head slowly in dismay.

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

But it did not take long before Moira turned up a dial and it all become pain without the slightest pleasure. Yet Pilar could feel that her skin went numb in several places, that short respite did only last a few minutes before Moira made another adjustment to the controlboard.

'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 somehow she managed to shake her head so that Moira got the message.

'No, no you will not fail already, you will try very hard to manage trough this. It is 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 had her mouth free for the first time. 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 left and closed the door, and Pilar lost track of time, all that existed were her body surrounded by a pink fog of pain. Eventually she fainted.

Pilar awoke by having a bucket of ice cold water poured over her, icecubes that had been used to chill the water rattling away of the floor on each side of her limp body.

'I am disappointed, you failed me.' Moira said. She released Pilar from the cables but left the legs and stocks remain in place while she fed Pilar with a large spoon smearing her face until it was time to drink. Well Moira's cruel ways it was not as much of drinking as the water rather were poured over Pilar and she had to drink as well as she could from the cascade of water.

Only when this humiliation were finished were she released and allowed to crawl over to the floor to a Devil's chair replica that previously had been left unused.

She were quickly strapped in place and Moira started her interrogation of how the electrical session have felt and questioning Pilar's willingness to endure.

Standing in front of Pilar as she sat on the torture chair, Moira concluded: 'You know what they say, no pain no gain!'

Moira stroked her hair looking down, and then hear hand slapped Pilarīs face hard.

Moira looked sidewise at her waiting a moment, and so Pilar realised what was expected of her, she said 'thank you'

Moria hummed questioningly, and Pilar quickly added. 'I deserve to be treated like this.'

'Good you finally are beginning to get it!' Moira digged in her fingernails in Pilar's breast and turned her hand until Pilar yelped in pain.

By containing slapping with the free hand Pilarīs face were soon red and swollen.

Eventually Moira released her grip of Pilar's breast and brought one wooden clam that she bolted into drilled holes in the rear of the chair and clamped Pilar's head so it was unmovable.

'This is only so that I can slap you harder.'

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

Moira tossed her head backward laughing, 'You really thought I would ever kiss you?'

'I thought you loved me!' Pilar sniffled heart brokenly.

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

Crying horribly inwardly, Pilar dared not show her fear openly. 'Else the bitch will get her kicks from that as well and turn things to the worse.'

Pilar looked up and could see that Moira had brought up a another bucket, though this one were fitted with tie down anchors on all sides and soon she had fitted 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 the torture yourself!'

'And I hope you scream a lot now, so you're the one that will be worse off from the bedlam.' After adding a breast clamp to Pilar's breasts and closed it painfully, Moira brought a hammer and started to pound on the bucket.

The sound were 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 eventually she broke from the clanging sounds and impacts that had her head rock back and forth despite it being held in place by the bracket.

'You cannot do this to me' Pilar screamed in desperation.

“What? There is no 'me' sitting there. I own this body, it is not yours at all.” Moria replied with one surprisingly calm voice. 'What a preposterous thought, yes your mind is in there, like a squatter unrighfully trespassing on my property. All the more reason to punish you harder!'

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

Moira had anticipated this reaction from Pilar at one point and in fact hoped she would react this way. Because the control was what gave her the best kicks. Any kind of cruel control. Even when she were debasing her victim verbally.

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

Sleep were hardly one option that night contorted as she were, though she managed some resting and half sleep.

She suffered like in hell from the rough torture of the previous evening. She cried in silence for being so helpless, and for the thought of people up there somewhere that went about their daily business.  And nobody she ever had known that would ever see her again.

The next morning Moira were back and set Pilar up for another 'qualifying session' as she called it. After Pilar had been set up in the same stocks with her legs folded she were soon subjected to another day long session of electrical shocks. Moira checked that the camera were aimed on the floor where Pilar were located and set them to record the session of the day.

When Moira returned in the afternoon she did rewind the recording and found that even though Pilar were barely conscious for a large part of the session, she had not fainted even though she had stopped jerking and merely been leaning sidewise with a limp body in her stocks and bondage trough the later part.

Moria stepped up and laughed of the sight of Pilar's appearance, as she drenched in sweat were sitting with her eyes crossed. 'You're close to the finish line now, just hold out for a bit more than one hour now while I have a nice dinner and you will have passed.'

Pilar brain rushed with thought of  hate and desperation and that might have managed her to pull trough.

When Moira returned she turned off the electrical device and spoke calmly like a schoolmarm.

'This is good, we have now defined you pain threshold so this will be the level I will use for your continued reeducation.'