The savage

Silence

After some time Pilar come up with the idea that she would refuse to give Moira any satisfaction from whining or yelling or reacting in any way.

This decision came after a session where Moira had treated Pilar as a baby, that had included bottle feeding her and then placing her in the box again after she had been given one enema to make sure

she would soil herself down.

Pilar hoped this could make her bored or loose interest in continuing the assaults on her body and mind, perhaps she might even find a way to change her situation, or simply be left alone. Even that would be a blessing!

Her plan failed on the fact that Moira always managed to keep a step ahead.

The hope of escape were now so remote that Moira not even would give the idea conscious thought.

Over the weeks her helplessness had worsened to a point that the idea of fleeing no longer were a consideration. She knew she looked so twisted that she did not want to be seen by people in the outside world. And Pilar suspected this also were part of Moira's plan for her subjugation.

From time to time Moira had brought more tools of torture and intricate bondage equipment that added to Pilarīs incapacity. The first ones had been a pair of metal sheaths that she bolted onto Pilar's hands.

'Even when you wear the leather mask, I can see your fingers twitch,' she had said and added. 'That's something that might hold me back, so from now on there be no free fingers for you.' 

One thing led to another and as Moira cinched Pilarīs breasts with additional rings they had started to slant down, and to avoid the added discomfort Pilar had began to hold her sheathed hands under the breasts at any time they were allowed to be free.

Moira would not accept that Pilar made any attempt to find a more comfortable position and so had locked Pilarīs hands permanently to the back. Each provided with a small lid that Moira would unlock at regular intervals to clip her fingernails.

They were first held in place by a chain that had been locked to the rear of her ringed collar. But except for that they remained firmly locked in place at all times, Moira had  some time later also bolted them permanently together using locktight for each screw and then having the heads of the bolts drilled out with a power tool.

After months of being assaulted and bound in the most intricate ways, Pilarīs masochism had started to adapt to this situation, and Moira had been disappointed finding a pool of lovejuice in Pilarīs box and cage after she had been taken out. So Moira had found the means to avoid self stimulation by locking on a broad metal chastitybelt.

Even so, her poor pussy were not left alone. The belt had a small lockable lid. It were unlocked at regular intervals for inspection and washing, after finishing that chore Moira would either rub her lips with tiger balm and then insert ice cubes into her vagina. On alternate days she might replace the ice cubes and instead use Fishermans friend lozenges instead. All that would be inserted trough the lockable sheath on the belt.

The worst addition however were the lip extenders, at first Moira had added one plastic disc of the same kind as urban savages might use in a pierced lip. Then she had added one also to the upper lip as well. As time had passed and the lip got more extended Moira had inserted extenders of a type similar to what some African tribeswomen wear, Moira had taken great pleasure of showing images of what the final outcome would be. Pilar did not only suffer from the embarrassment, but Moira had created one ballgag with two grooves, and by removing the wooden lip extender she would then pull the lips over the ball so that she could gag Pilar by using her own flesh making the gag irremovable.

In addition her breasts had been further stretched when Moira had added more cincher rings until they eventually started to sag down. Eventually she had added a wire cage at the end holding the top of each discoloured breast in a firm grip from all sides making it look like a peeled orange.

As more rings were added and the breasts started to slant down, Pilar had started to hold her hands under the breasts at any time she had her hands free to avoid the added discomfort.

Moira would accept no attempt to be more comfortable and so had locked Pilarīs hands permanently to the back.

The day when Pilar had decided to go on strike by remaining silent Moira had brought the two buckets, one large and the other rather small that she placed near the door, before she walked up to Pilar to inspect her body and how she had coped with the night.

Then Moira had brought one laptop and spoke.

'You remember the images I have taken of you? I put them to good use, creating one profile on a website with your name. The mails I have gotten have been interesting reading, most telling how revolting you are,' said Moira. While Pilarīs esteem sank to one even lower level.

'In the ensuing exchange I have gotten quite some interesting messages from various guys, and you should know what imagination they have!'

Pilar could feel a chill running down her spine, she had started to get an idea what this would be leading to.

Moira poked the hogtied body lying squat on the floor with a wooden pole and hummed in appreciation when Pilar's resolution to remain silent began to slip and she whined in humiliation, perhaps as much from pain from her sore body and the beating she had endured only some hours earlier.

'Let me read some of the comments they have made to your images.' said Moria.

“Your sub really are quite a piece of work. All tattooed and pierced. I always have thought that those urban savages were into humiliation and submission, and this one were really must be into a level of things I previously could not even have imagined.”

Moria laughed. 'Sub, you are quite less than that, since you have no right to choose. What a foolish man. Others are somewhat more insightful though.'  And Moira read a number of other comments that had been made to the images of her that had been posted.

Even as bound as she were, Moira could see the effect these words had on Pilar. And she leaned forward to whisper into Pilar's ear as she were talking to herself. 'Finally I get this toy to react again. Bringing in a man seem to be one ultimate nightmare to this sluttish lesbian.'

Moira stood back and looked her up and down. 'They have given some great suggestions on how I will add to your predicament, I will use some of those on you and we'll see how you will turn out.'