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The savage

Part 8

Le Interrogatoire



Pilar began to really take on the look of a savage after a while. She sure got washed each morning,  but never combed or freshened up in any way. And when she were attended to it were always in the most humiliating way Moira could come up with. At times she would have to roll around on the floor while Moira, wearing a uniform, would be scrubbing her with a brush on a long stick.

In that way Moira always were emphasising their roles as owner and lowest slave by keeping her distance. With uncombed hair and cracked fingernails adding to the generally untended appearance she would have been a turn off for anyone: But to Moira, only grew more enthusiastic and juxtaposed Pilar's sorry state by revelling by appearing in even more fanciful dresses and costumes.

And this morning she had again managed to come up with something completely unexpected.

Pilar's eyes opened wide in astonishment and fear when she did see the new appearance of the Mistress. This day Moira appeared as a policewoman, though Pilar were first unable to identify the country of origin at first.

Pilar were efficiently chained standing in the middle of the floor without her restraining corset and left ungagged for once.

Moria walked around inspecting her body while she were hitting her police baton into the palm of her free hand she explained the roleplay they were to carry out this day.

'Today we will try something new, but we will stay in context of your appearance.' Said Moria.

'You are to take the role of one native of the pacific who have been protesting against the French colonial rule of your polynesian kingdom. Whereas I am one policewoman of the French SWAT team sécurité and have gotten you as a subject for interrogation of your co-conspirators and instigators of the riots that put the streets of Paris on fire.'


Moria who were a head taller than Pilar leaned forward toward Pilar's face to make certain she had her full attention for the instructions for her part of the scene.

'I will demand names, and as part of this roleplay I leave it to you how you participate in it.'

Moira started to hit her baton on Pilar's thighs and buttocks, as she continued to explain what she expected from Pilar. 'You are free to refuse revealing any name, or you can make up as many names as you want.'

As Pilar got battered she soon enough attempted to play along, she tried to think and used the first French name that came to her mind, with cracked dry lips she whispered “….Pierre”

'Speak up!' Moria bellowed.

Pilar spoke again with a cracked voice: Pierre Fabré.

'You liar! He's a friend of mine. He cannot be part of this conspiracy.' Moira roleplayed the reply so that she could continue the assault.

After a while Mora declared 'I think you are going numb from this battering, so I will try something else to coerce a confession from you.'

Pilar were released from her standing position, and fell almost limbless to the floor.

Moira spared no time however, this time she released Pilar's hands from the back and by locking her cuffs together in a crossed position in front of Pilar's knees and with chain to the ankle cuffs.

A bar were inserted under the knees but over Pilar's arms so she were made inflexible since the arms went round each knee but under the restraining metal bar.

Each end of the bar had a ring knob, and Moria split the chains that had been used to keep Pilar standing, connecting two chain to each end of the metal bar and then heaving her up swinging.

Moria added a rope with a weight to the chain connecting Pilar's wrist and ankle cuffs and added a weight to the end. Pilar groaned in dismay as she now were hanging even more heavily on the joint of her legs.

Once again Moira walked around her as she were hanging slapping and whipping her until her skin started to get one almost uniformly reddish hue.

With a rough voice Pilar tried any combination of names she could think possible 'Lars Garza, Manuel Durand, Jimenez....'

Using the garotte that were built into Pilar's collar, Moira made Pilar stop. 'You are trying to mislead my investigation by making up false names?'  With the air cut off her face soon turned red and when Moira released her grip on her neck Pilar went into a paroxysm of coughing.

In her desperation to get the violence to stop Pilar eventually came up with two names that satisfied Moira. 'Oh yes those are PCF members, I will have those taken in for interrogation.'

She lowered Pilar to the floor and released her from the bar. Before Moira had time to chain her hands on her back again Pilar made one attempt to move away crawling over the floor.

Moira jumped to her feet and while still half running she picked up a can from a pocket and sprayed Pilar's face with pepperspray. Now she were deprived of her vision she stopped all attempts of getting way and let herself be fettered again. Moria brought her back to the box where she were once again strapped in to wait for the next time when Moira would appear.


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