The savage

Cessation

Pilar had been locked into the box again for the night, 'So much for a graduation party' she thought sarcastically.  She managed to rest, half asleep, what if something happened to Moira, would she be left strapped inside until she eventually died in a horrible manner.

Eventually Moira returned and Pilar felt her straps loosened and she were brought out again and fed, yet Pilar could not get that thought out of her mind and hummed repeatedly looking to get Moira's attention.

'You seem to have had something on your mind, so I will ungag you now and allow you to ask one question only.' Moira only fell silent so that she could bend forward to slap Pilar hard before she added. 'So you understand it only will be one!'

Pilar nodded and started to think hard since there were actually more than this one that felt as important. Eventually she ended up with this the most drastic one.

'What would happen to me if you had one accident? Would I starve to death down here without anyone knowing?'

'Aha, I have given that a bit of thought. There's a male sadist friend of mine who already have the key to my house. In the event of my death or disappearance, he are allowed to enter. And so he might find you, or again, he might not. If he does I am certain he will continue my good work, and you might actually wish that you had died instead.' Moira shrugged, 'If anything such happens I will be dead anyhow, so I could not care less.'

After being washed by the hose Pilar were fettered in the box again, but the door were not immediately shut this time, it seemed Moria had some time to spare this morning as she stood gloating at her prisoner.

'I am after all a very prudent woman, whereas you are one uncivilised savage that's constantly in a rot. So I have made some research and found this cream that is sprayed on. It's intended for sportsmen injuries, I tried it and when applied it makes the limb go immediately numb. It can be extremely efficient to keep the player getting up and into the match again, whereas for you, I guess I will use it for getting more than that effect.”

While talking she put on one examination glove, and first applied the spray over Pilar's pussy, then spreading the gonads to the sides spraying inside the folds.

Pilar pulled up, her limbs stiffening from the initial burning sensation, but soon a cold spread between her legs as her genitalia started to go numb.

'Now for the final part, I seen how you sweat inside the box so I think I will be nice with you today providing a bit of cooling for you. Moira put one hand into the bucket and brought up what Pilar first though were one icicle, until she looked closer and did see how it was formed.

'I made a cast of your favourite dildo that we used to play with, and then filled the cast with water and left it overnight in the freezer.' Moira giggled and rammed the ice dildo up into Pilarīs vagina. She winked at Pilar who turned her head down, the metal edge of the collar of rings cutting into the  bottom of her jaw. A tear rolled down her cheek, in part from the humiliation but mostly from the

horrible joviality her former friend of lover displayed for her suffering.

Even though the spray had rendered the external part of Pilar's pussy insensitive, the inner parts had retained all responsiveness so she jerked in pain and chock at the icy intruder.

The door slammed shut and again left Pilar to suffer in darkness again.

Scars Incomplete

The previous night Pilar had been spared the box for once, not that she had been able to find  any advantage with the predicament she ended up with.

Lying spread and itching she were lying immobilized on the torturing rack with bandages in places of her torso and arms, she were suffering badly.

The morning routine the previous day had been the usual exercise in humiliation and submission. For the day she had been placed in the cage for once, chained in a sitting position so she had been unable to lie down and unable to rest. On top of it Moria had placed strong lights on all sides of the cage shining with a glaringly blue light, leaving Pilar in suspense knowing she were being prepared for one unusual session.

When Moira returned in the afternoon she were wearing lab coat, a protective round cap on the head and a face mask, though she also added an apron to the neck that she picked down from a hook in the corner  where she stored her other torture instruments.

When Pilar had been released from the cage and chains she had been securely strapped down on the rack.

'In time I guess you will become compliant and meek. Moira had said. 'Though I hope that will take a very long time indeed.'  Moira had said while she strapped Pilar's thighs in a bent position which as it did turn out later allowed Moria to reach on all sides of Pilar's thighs.

When she were all strapped down Moira gave Pilar one enema as she were lying down, and let the feces spray out into one oval bucket on the floor that had been placed on the floor just below.

Moria then had described the idea behind the session which turned out to involve the use of a knife and several scalpels. 'Tribal peoples often mark the skin by scarification as a sign of tribal unity. And I think it be a nice addition to you.'

Left ungagged, Pilar had screamed and cried for mercy trough the ordeal. When Moria finally were satisfied with her work she added bandages to the locations where she had drawn blood.

'Now when it is healing you better to scratch it, so I will keep you immobilized for the duration. It will itch somewhat when it does, to avoid that your muscles get slack we have to make you fight your bonds don't we?' Moira had bent down to study the expression of sheer horror on Pilar's face. 'Hmm, you don't say anything so I guess I proceed finishing you up for the night then.'

Moria went over to the racks of equipment and busied herself filling one small vessel from a package and then eventually returned to her sobbing victim.

'Now your wounds will heal faster with a a bit of this.' She held one ordinary powderer in her hand, though the content of healing powder had been mixed with a itching agent and Moira used it lasciviously on the Pilar's pussy and torso.

Left for the night Pilar had felt the itch reaching unbearable levels, struggling to to move in one attempt to grind her tights together but they were safely spread by the straps running over the middle as well as the second set of straps just below the knees, that in addition to the locks fastening the rings on the permanent cuffs she were wearing around her ankles and legs.

The following day Moira were in a very jovial mood when she returned downstairs.

'Seem to be healing nicely already, that's wonderful! Just imagine if we can add this to your daily pain, and with all the skin surface we got available, this could be a project I can go on for a year or more. And who knows, when that time is up I might just start over doing another set at right angle.'

Moira smiled broadly for the idea that had come to her mind.

'Or why not going for deeper scars in between the ones you already have then!'