The savage

Never a tender moment.

When Pilar first met Moira at the Catacomb club, her first thought were that she resembled the actor  that had  played the role of Seven to Nine. Cold, distant and not showing much emotion.

The latex gear resembling an uniform  that she had been wearing that night had only reinforced that impression.

They made instant friends that night, and for weeks and months afterwards they dated, and sometimes spent the entire weekends together, exchanging identities in the roleplay scenarios they both enjoyed. Though she always had ended up the captive, slave girl or a damsel in distress.

Since both were lesbians, she never had considered the risk of her erotic play partner might be  one predator and kidnapper. For some reason Pilar have thought that were a mental disorder that only affected men, how wrong she had been!

She now realised that Moira were a person that had kept herself under stern control, not to reveal the twisted personality beneath. A control that now quickly evaporated revealing the senseless sadist that had been hiding beneath the surface.

Yet now it were too late, she had disappeared from the world, and found herself in a basement dungeon filled with torture racks, and various pieces of furniture that she were certain would be put to use in adding to her predicament.

When Moira returned her appearance were quite different from the outfit she had worn the previous evening. Now dressed causally, she moved briskly, now obviously all sober again. Though when she dared look up briefly Pilar noted that she had the same stern expression on her face.

'I hope your night have been uncomfortable, so it will be a good introduction to the nights ahead which I promise will be even more of a challenge to you! But we need to have you set for the day now.' she said and released the padlocks holding her legs and pulled her up to a sitting position by pulling with one hand on her leash and the other by her hair.

'Toilet time!' she blurted and brought a bucket. 'Sit!' she commanded once again pulling on Pilarīs hair and leash.

Pilar were trembling and nearly unable to stand on her legs, and she only managed to stand in a  hunched position from the night-long ordeal of being hogtied on the floor. But after a few unsteady steps on weak legs she nearly fell backwards when sitting down to finally relieve herself. 'Up again you savage and stand still with your legs spread!' Moira continued to use the commanding voice that made it obvious that she meant serious business and accepted no delay.

She brought a water-hose that had been rolled up on a wheel mounted on the wall and used it to rinse Pilarīs bottom and then brought a rough brush scraping the girl between the legs until she were satisfied her savage slave girl were clean enough.

'Now get down on that chair and I will strap you in for the day.'

Pilar were again in a slight chock from the treatment of the cold water and rough brush, so she hesitated momentarily only to receive a series of blows from the rear side of the brush that Moira now used as a paddle. So she duckwalked over to the chair and sat down with a thump. When she sat down she noted that the seating were split in two halves, but she had no time to wonder about the implication of that detail because she were constantly pushed to obey in various ways.

'Up again!' Moira commandeered, and when Pilar got halfway up she felt Moira release the buckle on her armsleeve then pulling it up and back so her bound arms ended up on the back side of the chair. Wide straps were pulled over Pilar's chest, tights and calves, then locked in place with mechanisms built in on the side of the back and seating on the chair. She were ordered to pull in her belly as much as she could before the final strap running over the stomach were locked in place. Additional straps were found on the armrests, but bound as she were with the arms in the back they served no purpose this time.

Her helplessness were absolute, a feeling that she usually would enjoy, also that of being pushed around, and even a bit of fear. But she had been molested and assaulted in so many ways that all she felt were confusion and resentment over how she were being treated.

'So we gotten to the time to give you your first breakfast, and it'll be a liquid one, luck has it that you already wear a ring gag.' she said and brought the smaller bucket.

After removing the lid she pulled up a pump and handle that had stood in a slush that filled the lower third of the bucket. Moira brought up a tube and inserted it into a hollowed out rubber-socket that she pushed into the wide open mouth, then taking a firm grip of Pilarīs hair with one hand she started to pump with the other.

With the pressure building up, Pilar had no choice than to start swallowing, but with the rings around her throat she were unable to swallow fast enough so some of the slush poured down in a flow at the side of her mouth.

'See there what a pig you are!' Moira blurted and slapped Pilarīs chin so the slush flew in droplets over the room. 'Pig food for a pig, suits you perfectly! Its made from my watered leftovers and will be the only thing you eat from now on.' Her voice softened momentarily while adding. 'This a good inauguration showing you how very low your status will be isn't it?' Moira smiled and briefly stroked her breast, then straightened up and the stern face snapped in place again.

Pilar recalled that many of the roleplayed games they acted out together have had quite some elements of humiliation. As a dominant, Moira had been leading her along, yet back then she had played happily along, since it were part of her profile and submissive nature.

'I know what you're thinking there.' Moira said. 'Quite horrible to become one involuntary wastebasket, but it is something you have to stomach! Get the pun do you, you savage?' Moira punched her hard in the stomach and giggled, while tears flowed up in Pilarīs eyes while she thought. “She's nuts, she really must be bent beyond the bend!”

Moira quickly recovered from her mirth, she removed the tube while letting the rubber-socket remain in place. “It will be used to get your water and dinner in the afternoon anyhow, so I save time knowing where it is this way. And that's the idea behind this quick force-feeding, giving me more time to spend on your training. Yes, I know you are quite far from prepared yet for this scenario, your body might be nearly there, but your mind isn’t so I will have to work some more on that this afternoon.'

Moira brought the now empty bucket to the door and went over a table that had diverse collection of  sinister looking instruments and tools, but when she returned she simply brought a number of bells.

'These are Burmese bells.' Moira explained, while she added one bell each to Pilarīs earrings and one each to her pierced nipples. 'They are quite heavy, and when you move they will chime. I think it will be a quite nice sonic demonstration for you to have today.'

And with those words she walked out of the dungeon door picking up the buckets as she passed them by. The door closed and the lock were heard, and Pilar faintly heard a rolling sound. 'There's something more beyond the door, is it also covered or camouflaged some way.' She told herself, realising that if something would happen to Moira, there would hardly be a chance that anyone would find the dungeon where she were held captive.

The weight of the bells were already getting uncomfortable, she tried to adjust her position which were to no avail as tightly strapped in place as she were, which made the bells chime. After some time her nose started to itch, she tried to move her head around searching for something to rub it against, the back of the chair were the only thing near, but her ringed neck held her head in a solid grasp making it impossible to bow the head down. The movement caused more chiming, the sound already starting to grate on her nerves.

It became a very long day for Pilar, her legs fell asleep from her attempts to move as little as possible. Perhaps she slept for some short hour, as she were in somewhat more comfortable position than the one she had spent on the floor.

Escape never the option.

Eventually Moira returned to the dungeon widely grinning, she had brought the two buckets again, and placed the toilet bucket below the chair and ordered her to relieve herself, the same routine of cleaning up were then used, including the rough brush. And after she were given water and food by having it pumped down. To her amazement she even had her teeth brushed, only then were the face harness removed and she moved her jaw slowly, after nearly having it dislocated by wearing the gag for so long.

'So how did you enjoy you first day with the bells then?' She asked with a merry voice.

Pilar felt the question were incongruous considering the ordeal she had been trough but replied. 'It felt quite bad, but but...' she stammered now she were allowed to talk for the first time since she arrived. 'What have you done to me, what have you done to my face!' Her voice trembling when she finally managed to ask the question.

'Ahh yes,' she said in a more quiet voice. 'You have yet to see yourself in a mirror. I can promise you it will be quite a shock to you when you get to see, meanwhile I can tell you that you look truly horrible and that is quite with a purpose. Since it serves to dehumanize you, and so I will have even less consideration for your well-being and feelings.'

But I might at time show a softer side, like now. And she bent forward starting to remove the bells from Pilarīs ears and nipples.

'Well we can also remove the armbinder for now, it have served their purpose for today.'

Her right arm were released first, and Pilar told herself 'It have to be done now or never.' she sat still waiting for the moment when also her left arm were released. Where she could try to fight back and perhaps even release herself from the chair. But she felt that Moira were trying to do something to the right arm, so she decided to try to bring it to the font anyhow, even though her left arm were partially bound by the armsleeve.

Moira yelped in surprise over the unexpected movement, and stepped up to the side of the chair grasping Pilarīs arms with both hands.

Pilar tried to gather all her strength from her desperation, but she did only get her arm halfway up before it were pushed down to the armrest and strapped in place. Pilar felt her morale plummet. Am I really that weak, even when it really mattered? thought Pilar.

'That were a very bad move on your part.' Moira said with a sinister voice. But she said nothing further right then, only to move over to the rear of the chair to bring Pilarīs left arm over to the other armrest to strap it in loosely before she removed the rest of the armbinder, and so preventing any second attempt of freeing the other arm.

Moira picked up the buckets and simply left the cell without saying a word, while Pilar sat there wondering if she would be left there for the night. Without the bells she now attempted to rock the chair, but soon realised it would not move the slightest. Now the light had been left on, she tried to inspect herself and her situation. She bent her head down slightly, which were all that were possible with her ringed neck, and peeked down below the armrest where she could see that the chair were bolted securely to the floor. 'So much for that idea.' she told herself.

Some hour later Moira returned, and now she were dressed in a leotard with only one garment added, a very wide cincher belt of leather. In her hand she had brought a small tool case which she put on a small wheeled table that she rolled over to the side of the wooden chair.

'I had not thought that you would be all smart from the beginning and realise that any attempt of resistance would result in a most severe retaliation. Even so I can not take this lightly, so I have decided to push on with your transformation to avoid a repetition of what happened some moments ago.'

Moira brought a ballgag and head-harness combination and started to put it on Pilarīs head, but she refused to open her mouth at first. Yet Moira quickly picked up a pair of flat nose pliers from the toolcase and put the jaws against Pilarīs breasts pressing them together and then turning it a quarter around.

'Do I really need to....?' Moira started to ask.

At that moment Pilar capitulated and snapped her mouth open and the gag-harness were quickly strapped in place.

Moira opened a wrapped package from the toolbox and brought out a large set of golden coloured rings, albeit of a smaller diameter than the set Pilar had around the neck.

She bent down and starting to try one set of the rings on Pilarīs right arm.

'Now lets see. It's quite close but not really exactly the oval shape needed.' She said. 'Well that can easily be fixed.' Moira walked over to a work table that had one large set of tools, even one anvil.

She put the rings one after one in one workbench mount and made some small adjustment with various tools and then returned..

'Oh yes, now they will fit your arm snugly. I really had thought of doing this later, but here we are, rushing ahead. As if there is any rush for anything, we really have all the time in the world for this.'

She picked up a flask of oil and used her hands spreading the liquid over Pilarīs arms and legs rubbing it in, then she began to put on the individual rings one by one. She began by working on the wrists where she used a tool similar to a lock ring plier to get the snap lock ends to reach and grapple in place creating a continues ring loop around the wrist. After finishing the work the unyielding metal compressed the wrists and lower arms to a considerable and uncomfortable degree. She then moved up to add the second set for the upper arm.

These second set rings were just barely large enough to go around the arm near the elbow. But Moira put one on and closed the gap until the snap lock connected the ends in place, making the ring continuous. She then pushed the ring upward, adding a dash of oil and pushing and massaging the area around the ring until it did reach the middle of the arm compressing the biceps and triceps muscles so Pilarīs arms narrowed to nearly the same diameter as her wrists, needless to say, this were uncomfortable in the extreme.

'These rings will serve several purposes, beside the obvious one of making you look even more like a savage, they will serve as cuffs to bind you with chains and wires. Last but not the least important,

these rings will prevent your arm muscles to flex and expand so the rings will weaken your arms, so that you will not be able to resist me again. The same will be true for those on your legs, they will impair your movement and so make you more controllable!'

And after she had done the second arm, more straps were added to the legs keeping them utterly unmovable before the leg irons were removed. And Moira continued to add rings to the tights near the knee, and with plenty of oil and of by compressing part of the thigh with a leather strap she then were able to move the ring up to its final position on the middle of the thigh.

By the time when Moira were finished with the ankles, Pilar were trembling and sweating in fear, pain and trepidation. 'I have saved two rings to use elsewhere, do you dare to guess where?' Moira said with a tone of finality in her voice. Though I have more, these can only be added one pair at a time with a good result.' Once more she picked up a leather strap, this one somewhat more narrow, then she bent down and put both hands around Pilarīs right breast and then used the thumb and index finger of both hands to buckle the strap around the base of the breast. Again she added a liberal amount of oil and the lock ring plier to cinch the ring so that the snap lock together.

'Now there's only one additional thing, which will make these even more useful.'

She put her down into the tool box and unwrapped another package. It contained 8 wide flat compressor clamps made of the same golden metal, with a swivel ring mounted on the center.

Moira put one on the side of each set of rings and used a hex tool to tighten them so that each set of rings were held together firmly.

She stepped back to admire her handwork. 'Oh this is just beautiful, in a very weird way thats it. But you certainly look your part, the savage woman perfectly now.'

She rolled the table back to the wall and started to put the tools back while she continued her commentary of the extensive set of tools found in the dungeon.

'I have brought the tools here so that I will be able to make repairs and changed on the fly,  things will break over time and you are in this for the very long duration anyhow. So these will certainly be needed now and then'

Moira brought a long handled thong back from the tool-set, she pulled up a chair from a corner of the dungeon and sat down telling her how she had decided on the plan for abducting Pilar for this 'advanced roleplay' as she did call it. 

'When we met at the club, I did study you from afar for more than one hour before I approached you.

And I could see that you had the inner strength to go trough this, at the same time you provide that more of a challenge, and more extreme means. But I really wanted someone who I could be certain would succumb to me. Now that might sound like a contradiction. But even when I get you down there, completely broken, you got the will and that strength to carry on, despite the gruesome conditions I will have you subjected to,'  said Moira with a smirk.

She really had all this planned from the start? Pilar were astonished from this revelation.

In short, I am certain that you will not go stark raving mad. And that is necessary for this scenario, I do want you to be aware of what a wretched shadow of your former self you have become, what a freak I have made of you! Over time you might become so repulsive that I won't even touch you with my bare hands, and so I might only touch you with various tools and whips.'

She said while stroking Pilar over the belly, thighs and face with the thong, occasionally pinching her by pulling and pinching her skin obviously happy to see her distress.

Pilar were again agitated by having her body furthermore molested would have nothing to do with her being touched this way, squirming and attempting to move pull her head away, not that it were possible, with her extremely confining set of rings holding her neck rigid.

'Well that's what might happen eventually, I am going to try something else for you to enjoy your night now.'

Moira stepped up and walked up to another table where she picked up a wooden box and then returned.

'This one will go over your head any time I bring you to sit there. It'll keep you focused on what happens to your body, and my benefit will be that your screams and whimpers will be muted. And I might not want to see the anguish in your face when I start to break down your individuality and getting the behavioural pattern that suits.'

Pilar felt despair as the box were opened in front of her face to reveal that the rear and top were filled with metal spikes. The only opening were a rounded hole for her neck. Now while wearing it she would not only be completely isolated, but she would have to hold her head straight or risk stinging her scalp on the many nails inside.

'Itīs a rather sinister device isn't it? Said Moira. 'As you can see I have the means of making your days interesting while I am off to work. I know you will not like this, but in time I hope to hear you tell me your appreciation for all these preparations I done for you here!'

Never, I never will you bastard! thought Pilar, and felt apprehensive over Moira's enjoyment  for such gruesome devices.

The box were shut around her head, and she were once again left alone, weeping and whimpering trough the night-long ordeal.

In the morning her head were released, after the harness with the ringgag and  chains had been attached to her nose, ear and eyebrows she were once again cleaned and fed. Moira stepped up and released the straps holding her arms. 'Bend forward!' Moira commanded, and weakened from sitting in the chair for so long Pilar simply obeyed, to have her arms chained together in her back.

Moira then also chained the legs by somewhat longer chains running between the thighs and ankled before she proceeded to unstrap the legs.

Pilar were walked over the room to a cage where she were kicked inside to sit on the floor, more chains rattled as Moira locked one chain to the ring of her neck, another to her ringed wrists at her back, and finally one that were locked to the middle of part of the chain running between her ankles.

Moira locked the cage and as a final touch Moira walked up to a wall and inspected a flatscreen, choosing a file.

'I have your instruction set on flac-files to play here, the speakers mounted on the walls are going  to tell you all you need to know about your role in the scenario I have envisioned.'

She started the file and walked out, the light went out and Pilar sat in the darkness listening to Moira’s voice telling how she were to assume the role of a member of a savage tribe, who had ruthlessly assaulted and killed Moiraīs family and that she would be the only member of the tribe that Moira had been able to find, and so become the object on which Moira took her revenge. Pilar already found the idea repugnant, but sitting in the darkness with nothing else to do, she could not stop herself from listening to every word.

The day went slowly, while the message repeated, Pilar felt an even stronger need to relieve herself. And eventually she could not contain it but soiled herself while sitting in the cage.

When Moira returned late in the evening she expressed her severe disappointment that the cage had been soiled while she rolled out the water hose and rinsed Pilar clean with the cold water while she remained chained in the cage. Pilar cooperated somewhat by moving around and then spreading her legs, one action that made Moira smile. 'Good giiiirl' she said, with a tone of voice as if talking to one obedient dog.

She then unlocked the cage and removed the chains holding the wet and shivering girl and pulled her by a leash she snapped into a ringed dangling on the front of her severely restrained neck.

Pilar were brought to the middle of the floor, and a dogbowl were placed in front of her. 'Now eat!' said Moira. Pilar tried to bend forward, with the legs under her though the rings on the thighs made in difficult to fold the legs under her. Even worse, as soon as she bent forward the cinching rings around her breasts became very painful when the breasts pushed down against the knees.

She pulled herself up again, but Moira immediately moved over and picked up one sjambok from the rack of whips and slapped Pilar repeatedly over her bottom. 'When I tell you to eat, you eat you ignorant slut!' bellowed Moira. And she put one hand around the long jewellery that were hanging from Pilarīs breast and pulled downward while she did land additional blows on Pilarīs back. Pilar could do nothing but following with the downward pull, too fast even since she lost her balance and folded face first into the bowl. She started to pull up somewhat, but stopped dead as she received a series of blows from the sjambok and so she started to eat smearing her face down even further.

When she had finished Moira removed the dog-bowl and brought the waterhose and commanded her to raise her head. Their eyes met very briefly. 'You are quite the pig are you not!' she sneered. And proceeded by hosing her down again.

After cleaning her up she pulled Pilar into a standing position by pulling on the long bars of jewellery that were hanging from the rings that had been pierced trough the areolas of Pilarīs breasts. Moira then brought her to a table that were filled with rolling leather straps in several odd locations.

Taking careful precautions of the struggle that she anticipated would be forthcoming. Moira strapped Pilar down on the table while she never let any limb be free for even the shortest moment.

She then brought out a water scraper and cleaned the floor and cage scraping down the water and feces into the drain in the middle of the floor while she told what she intended for this evening.

'We will not be able to jump straight into the scenario, there still some days left before you have been brought into the proper state of mind for this. So lets try something now that we will not be able to do when the scenario have started.'

Moira walked over to the table where Pilar were bound and added more straps around her head making her look straight up, unable to move it at all in any direction. She started to flog Pilar on the thighs and then worked up over the belly and breasts, not even her face were spared from the assault! 'I will continue to whip you until you agree to serve me, it might be another step for you in obedience, you did after all show a first good step in obedience when I cleaned you in the cage a moment ago.' said Moira. She then removed her legwear and panties and picked up a pair of gloves that she put on her hands, starting to massage Pilarīs body. She immediately jerked up in pain against the straps holding her bound to the table. The inside of each glove were full of short nails, but that were only part of the reason for her discomfort. She felt electrical shocks flowing trough her body. 'Aha, I can see you don't quite like my hands, dare you guess why? said Moira. 'Well these are something nifty I found on one website, they're electrical!' She grinned broadly and removed one glove to show the 9 volt battery that had been concealed in the lining. Moira put the glove aside and picked up a flogger in the free hand and climbed up on the table, standing on her knees over Pilar she continued moving one hand over her body chocking her further while she continued to flog her body with the other. 'Just tell me when you feel ready to lick my pussy!' said Moira obviously agitated and slightly trembling by arousal. 'No don't speak!, she commanded with ice in her voice. 'Only hum twice when you're ready to do me. You know how, you licked me very good before!' Pilar who already were on the brink of a total collapse would at this stage had succumbed to any wild suggestion, hummed immediately in compliance.

'No, no, that will not do that's way too easy on you,' Moira said with mock disappointment in her voice. And gripped Pilar’s right breast with the electrified glove pressing hard with the fingers while she started to flog her between the legs. This left Pilar screeching uncontrollable while Moira continued this torture for a couple of more minutes. She then opened a drawer on the side of the table and brought out a chain of what looked like balls. But with the strict collar and the straps circling her head Pilar were unable to get a clear look on what they might be.

'Special model Chinese balls,' said Moira and started to push them up into Pilar's pussy. She jerked again against her bindings, the pain of having the balls inserted before she had dilated would have been harrowing enough. But she could feel intense pain in her vagina, realising that the balls were provided with spikes.

The pain of the spikes brought Pilarīs eyes wide open and  they darted around in one escape reflex, but there were nowhere to hide, she could not move the slightest to protect herself.

'These will be your new friends to wear, I hope you're a quite more of a pain-loving slut than you have shown me when we played together earlier,' said Moira and continued with a glee in her voice. 'Or are you ready to serve me now!' Pilar hummed twice, she felt she simply had to make this assault to stop no matter what it took.

Moira reached over and rummaged around in the drawer until she found a pair of metal bars connected by a hinge. 'Now stick out your licker,' she ordered. And Pilar complied. Moira opened the instrument slightly and then pressed the two bars together over the tongue causing further pain to Pilar while it were holding her tongue out of her mouth. But she were so battered she were beyond caring, she only tried to keep her composure so that the assault eventually would stop.

Moira lowered her crotch over Pilarīs face and ordered her to start licking, she first presented her anus having Pilar clean it, and then she were forced to lick the vagina and finally the clitoris itself. 'Going to learn to suck on this you little savage, you are going to perform like as if your life depends on it.' said Moira while panting heavily and steadied herself by pressing down the gloved hand into Pilarīs belly sending more vicious electric shocks trough her body while the other hand resumed the flogging of her thighs and venus mound. Moira eventually sat down squat on Pilarīs face and not only had one orgasm, but also emptied her bladder in her mouth.

'Ahh that was quite a relief,' she said and stepped up, and began to remove the restraints and hooks that had been encircling Pilarīs head and upper torso.

'I guess you understand the use for this head-harness now donīt you.' said Moira grinning holding it up in front of Pilar’s face. She did not want to look at the horrible contraption at all, but dared not refuse. 'You see the hooks keep your nostrils up and widen them so you can get air, else the ring in your nose would make it too difficult to breathe and impair your performance when you lick my pussy.'

'Now sit up!' she ordered, but Pilar were too battered and torn to comply. Moira put her hands around the barred jewels Pilar's breasts and pulled up until her breasts extended to the point she thought her flesh would tear before she found the strength raise up in a sitting position.

Moira brought the leather armbinder and quickly strapped Pilarīs arms together in place in her back.

'Just imagine how time flies when we have fun, it cannot be night already,' said Moira and yawned theatrically. 'Yet after this ordeal I think the lesson you have received will be best remembered if you don't get to sleep to fast.' She unstrapped Pilarīs legs and got her up standing on the floor. Moira pulled down a chain from pulley block in the ceiling and first pulled the chain trough the ring hanging from the neck of Pilarīs collar, and then locking the end to a d-ring on the arm-binder with one padlock. She then pulled at the chain until Pilar had to stand perfectly straight. 'That will do for now,' Moira said and quickly put the tools back that had been used during the evening.

'Oh yes, there's a conditioning program for you to listen to also,' Moira consulted the flatscreen monitor and hit a few keys.

She walked out with a broad smile on her face, 'Nasty night night-long for you! I will have a most wonderful one with a vibrator between my legs thinking of you down here!' said Moira as the door closed and the light went out again, leaving Pilar standing trembling in the darkness.

There were not the slightest chance she would be able to sleep after this ordeal, but her body demanded rest. So time after another she started sink into unconsciousness slewing sideways, swinging around on her chain that run up her back which set the barred jewellery dangling from her pierced breasts pull in the opposite direction. Which made her loose her balance in the darkness.

Her feet moved automatically and having to stand stretched out this movement grinding her legs together sending waves of pain from the spiked balls inside her vagina that brought her back to full consciousness again, only so she would hear Moira's recorded voice telling her what a wretched person she were. How she had to yield to Moira's will and play along in the scenario that she were being prepared for.

Pilar wanted to protest how wrong this all were, to make the voice stop, but all she did were to whisper No, no!' repeatedly.