The savage

Not quite the loony bin

There just so much mental and physical abuse that a person can take, before the mind of any person as a precaution will decide to shut down all input to get a recess. That eventually happened to Pilar, she crashed out completely.

And so the scarification program were brought to a halt when Moria one afternoon found that Pilar simply would not react in any way when she brought her out of the box.

The morning had been uneventful and very ordinary as Pilar had been fed porridge trough the ring gag and then given the regular morning whipping before she were boxed for the day.

Moira's intent for giving Pilar regular whippings had been explained some time earlier when she told about her philosophy and the sources she had found on the Internet on various ways of training a slave.

'I had read about a slave girl who were on a program to have her skin toughened up by regular flogging. So I will start each morning by giving you a severe trashing and then give you a second one when I return in the afternoon.' Moira said and smiled malevolently when she added. 'You know what they say, no pain no gain!'

So for a time a thorough whipping had been part of the regular routine, though the last time only the regular faint whines had been heard from the slave so Moira first suspected that Pilar were malingering the condition.

But after trying slapping her face and then also provided electrical stimulation she found that Pilar started to show the whites of her eyes. Moira had to concluded that it was not just one attempt to fake it in the hope of getting one easy afternoon off.

Moria concluded that she first had to make Pilar receptive for the rather twisted treatment she intended to subject her to. And that meant that Pilar first had to be brought out of the catatonic state she were in.

Moira assumed, perhaps correctly, that Pilar would remain longer in this state if she were kept in the dark and quiet box. So she started to arrange things for a quite brighter and more noisy environment. A set of lights were brought out from one of the drawers in the storage area in the corner and Moira then brought chains that she locked to each corner of the cage.

She smiled a malevolent smile when she connected the cables to the lamps and went over to the flatscreen and made a selection of very fast death metal files to be played on repetition during the day when she were off to work.

The lights pointing inwards yet at a distance where they certainly not could be reached by a kicking foot. Not that Moira had let Pilar have any limb free. She were securely chained in a half raised position which not would give any possible rest of comfort. Before she locked the cage Moria went inside and took Pilar's head on the sides with each hand shaking it while she said. 'Pilar my dear little slave, I hope you can hear me now, you better snap out of this before things get really cruel. So we can start to build a new slave personality on top of your old one.'

Moira left and a barrage of loud sounds filled the dungeon. It took several repetitions before the lyrics started to reach into Pilar's semi conscious mind.

“Crawl to your corner. Bow down on your knees. Devour me and feel my hate! Blood on my hands, with a knife I penetrate. Your tongue is swollen by desperate screams......“ From a small corner in Pilar's mind a voice said. 'Yes that is exactly how it is for me .'

The next day were a Saturday, and this gave Moira plenty of time for preparations to start treating her “patient”. Despite the fact that Pilar were in one obvious psychological condition she decided to make it a roleplayed scene that were in context, so Moira dressed up in a nurse uniform before she walked down to the basement.

Inside the cage Pilar were sitting with chains attached to her wide high collar and legs, her arms already securely fettered to her back had not needed any further restraints.

'I expected that you would develop something like this sooner or later.' Moira said after she had unlocked the cage and chains and pulled Pilar outside.

She strapped Pilar into one straitjacket made from white canvas and wide lockable leather straps that fit snugly around her upper torso while she let the flaps for the breasts remain open.

Moira then added a piece of leather string at the base of each breast and pulled until the breasts were pulled together. She then added a clamp to each areolae pressing it nearly flat and then threaded a tiny bolt trough the handle of each clamp and screwed them together.

Pilar had kept her head leaned backward trough the evil administrations, but now she raised it further looking straight into the light of the ceiling blinded with her eyes glazed over in pain.

As Pilar's arms were wrapped tightly around her body they did for a short moment provide a but of relief as they became a support for her mangled mammaries.

Yet it was a short bliss since Moria as a final measure used two wide leather straps crisscrossing Pilar's breasts in the front and over her upper arms in the rear making her arms completely immobilized.

Now her breasts were pulled aside despite the breast bondage inside and Pilar could feel the clamps tearing violently on her nipples. She could not hold back any longer but started to scream in pain and desperation.

'Ahh the subject start to respond to the treatment already.” said Moira with one snicker. I almost though it would be impossible to pull the straitjacket that taut.'

'It is eeep!' Pilar squeals with a miserable voice as Moira pulls one strap one final notch.

Moira did not bother with the leash but instead manhandled Pilar to stumble over the floor with  hobbled legs.

She were brought to a boxlike compartment in the fourth corner of the room that Pilar had not seen the inside of before, but when Moira opened a door she got to learn that it was a small padded cell only slightly larger than a telephone booth.

Pilar were quickly pushed inside and left alone in the padded cell, she found that the rear wall had a narrow seat. But the space were to small to lie down outstretched, after a while she tried to fold down on the floor but she found that the padding provided no relief when she tried to lie down. The pressure from her arms that were wrapped around her body pulled on the canvas of the straitjacket  and added to the pain from her already mangled breasts.

In the end she had to give up any attempt of lying down or even leaning sidewise on the small seat and so remained sitting on the small pad without sleep or rest.

One eternity of suffering later Moira reappeared. 'Oh you stand waiting for me to come back, how sweet of you!” Moira said when she eventually returned.

“I have borrowed some ideas from old textbook of the treatment of mad patients, so today we will try the one of dunking you in a pool of water holding you underwater until you get completely short of breath. I will rather enjoy the close contact we will have, since the professional medic should not have any erotic involvement with the patient. That means there will be no chance of any pleasure for you of course. But I wonder if you will not start to like the dildos, that when your pussy and anus eventually get stretched enough to accommodate them inside you. Well I always have the option to replace them with one even larger size don't I?”

Moira produced a leash with a rather large handle. 'This is one special item for the handling of  really dangerous prisoners and mental patients. The handle of this leash got one electrical unit inside, if the line get taut it sends a shock down the cord. And I can also decide to pull with my fingers to send a chock if you do not follow my orders. So you better be very compliant and follow me closely else things will get extremely painful on your neck.'

When Pilar were brought out of this minuscule padded cell, she would alternatively be hanged upside down from a winch over one small above the ground pool that Moira had brought down to the dungeon and filled during the early hours.

Before Moria started her session of treating her madhouse inmate she would bring two buckets of ice.

Pilar or rather “Savage” as Moria had started to call her, would feel her mood sink since she knew what would happen. Moira never left any opportunity for putting a cruel slip on things and so she emptied the buckets into the pool creating really icechilling water.

Any time Pilar would be near of loosing consciousness she would be rapidly lowered head down into the barrel by the winch that she were hoisted up with.

On alternative days Moria would place her on the torture chair, which now had been modified with two electrical dildos in the center. Despite the use of the electrical leash Pilar could not stop herself from panic and wild struggling as she were brought down sitting on the two evil devices that would shock her for hours while she were left for the day.

This became a routine over the following days, with Pilar standing waiting to be let out and absurd as it might sound, to get a bit of rest by being allowed to sit down without any pain from the chest or breasts when Moira went trough the paces of treating her roleplayed 'patient'.

To her own chock Pilar had noted that she had started to look forward to each of Moira's appearances. She were not aware of it, but this reaction is not unheard of, that despite the horrible ordeals the torture victim were subjected to. They eventually can develop a connection to their torturer. Yet Pilar rather felt anger at herself and shame, that her masochism would leave her with such a reaction. Even so, it were something that grew in her over time. And eventually she would watch Moira when she prepared the tools for the next torture session with love and pure hatred juxtaposed side by side.