The savage

'No more silly games'

Ending her long harangue, the woman span on her heel and walked out closed the door and a key could be heard clicking as the light went out. Thus leaving Pilar, as were the name of the victim on the floor wondering what actually had happened.

After some time the light went on again. At first she expected someone to enter the dungeon again, and she held a faint hope for release. But after some time the light went out again, for no reason that she could comprehend.

She were no stranger to the woman who had abducted her, but have seen each other over the course of the last months. Playing various games of domination and submission. The idea of being kidnapped were one idea that Pilar had fantasized about. But this assault on her body and mind were far beyond anything she could ever have imagined.

Likewise she could very well have found the way she had been trussed up arousing, though it were also quite uncomfortable.

She tried to shift her body, only to feel her newly tattooed, and so sensitive skin scraping against the floor and so Pilar gave up on the effort and remained as she were.

After a long time spent in darkness, her senses blurred and her desperation increased, but eventually Moira returned. She had now put on one dark evening dress, but added one over-the-bust corset on top.

As if no time had passed Moira stated: 'I will start on your true suffering here and now, by letting you taste the whip.' said Moira and walked over to a rack of torture instruments hanging from a nearby wall while she continued her monologue.

'I guess you tell yourself how horrible all this is that have been done to you. But you have no idea on how far I intend to take this. I have roleplayed the mistress and slave scenario many times. Also with you Pilar, I know you enjoyed them! But I cannot promise there will be any enjoyment at all for you this time around.'

She picked up a rather short and thick whip and started to stroke it over Pilar´s body with slow moves. Then suddenly she pulled her hand back with a fluid movement making the end snap that  left a welt running over Pilar´s thigh, she then repeated the slow movements for a moment, then to suddenly make the whip snap again, this time over the buttocks.

Moira gloated for a while looking down at the hapless girl who obviously still were in a bit of chock only whining quietly and making faint movement down by her feet.

'But I have played the games of make believe so many times it nearly made me sick, and I have built up quite some pressure to let go of all considerations for my partner and make it real. And so I decided to go for a live event as full metal Sadist!'

She giggled at her own pun and continued: 'It has been said that ultimate truth is a very personal thing. And for the ultimate truth will be to act out this scenario for as long as it gives me the pleasure of inflicting the most intricate and painful tortures on someone who deserved to be treated in the worst possible way! For you Pilar, the rules will be simple: There will be absolutely no talking back, all you will be allowed to say is 'Thank you mistress' and 'I am so sorry, I deserve your rightful punishment.' Oh any slight variation thereof could be tolerated, remember that you were part in the murder of the roleplayed family of mine. There will be a few more rules for you but I will get to those later just before we launch this and go live.'

'Any breach of those rules will result in a most severe punishment. So yes, lets try some of the other equipment I have brought here for you. You get a taste of what one punishment could be like, and I will consider this a try our session when I learn how to use these tools properly.'

For Pilar the following hours were a long horrendous nightmare that were like a red fog over all her senses, though one item stood out in her memory for a long time afterwards. It were a contraption that fit over her head, in front it had a metal ringgag keeping her mouth open, and with multiple thin chains ending with hooks and clamps where three hooks were inserted in her nose, and another 2 in the sides of her mouth whereas the clamps were used on her eyebrows, ears and lips. Tears were running down her face trough this ordeal, from the pain and the shame of being so utterly helpless.

In the end Moira went back to using the whip and she did not stop until Pilar´s body were crisscrossed by whippings, and she declared that it might be enough of a start for breaking her for the scenario they soon would start on acting out.

“Well now it is soon morning,” she said. “So I will catch a nap and so put you in your first real predicament while I am away for the day,” said Moira and brought a head harness and strapped it around the head of the hapless girl. This went on top of the contraption with hooks and clamps already on her head, then adding padlocks to three strategic points making it completely unremovable.

Moira completed her preparations by unlocking the chain holding her ankles, she then wheeled in a contraption marked my a  mechanic shop sticker from a corner of the room “Now lets pull your legs up here,” said Moira and started to pull a lever up and down.

“This is actually one Engine hoist that I got for a bargain, but I see already how it will come to good use for you. Now lets release a bit of the tension on that leg for a moment.”

She released the chain going to the left leg and immediately stepped up and pressed down with both hands folding the leg by the knee then to lock it by a shorter length of the chain to the armbinder.

After repeating the set of actions with the right leg she then pulled a wide belt around the slavegirls waist. “This is needed so that you will not try to roll around to get into a more comfortable position.” In the end she pulled one piece of the loose end of chain to the top of the head-harness and  locked it to a d-ring at the crown of the head with another padlock.

She stood back and admired her handywork, then turned around and as she went out the door she said. “Good night to you now, even though I doubt you will sleep, you will at least have one interesting night.” And with a small wave of her hand the door closed and the light went out leaving Pilar in darkness, to suffer alone, her body on fire from the severe torture it had been subjected to.