While Pilar for once had been spared from being trussed up in the box, she was
still unable to find any benefit from the predicament she now found herself in.
Lying spread and itching, immobilized on the torture rack, suffering badly.
The morning routine had been the usual exercise in humiliation and submission.
Then she she had been placed in the cage for the day, chained in a sitting position
unable to lie down or to get any rest. On top of it Moira had placed strong lights
on all sides of the cage shining with a glaringly blue light, leaving Pilar in suspense
knowing she were being prepared for one unusual session.
When Moira returned in the afternoon, she was wearing a lab coat, a face mask,
and a protective cap on her head; when she walked in, she added an apron
hanging from a hook near a corner where she kept other torture instruments.
Then she she had been placed in the cage for the day, chained in a sitting position
unable to lie down or to get any rest. On top of it Moira had placed strong lights
on all sides of the cage shining with a glaringly blue light, leaving Pilar in suspense
knowing she were being prepared for one unusual session.
When Moira returned in the afternoon, she was wearing a lab coat, a face mask,
and a protective cap on her head; when she walked in, she added an apron
hanging from a hook near a corner where she kept other torture instruments.
After Pilar had been released from the cage and chains she had been securely
strapped down on the rack. Moira then gave Pilar an enema while she was
lying down and let the feces spray into an oval bucket on the floor that had
been placed just below.
lying down and let the feces spray into an oval bucket on the floor that had
been placed just below.
“In time you will become compliant and meek.” Moira had said. “Not too fast
though I hope, it's more fun to tame you.” She had added, while strapping Pilar's
legs in a bent position so that she'd reach all sides of Pilar's thighs.
legs in a bent position so that she'd reach all sides of Pilar's thighs.
While she cleaned the table for any remaining dirt, Moira described her idea for
the current session, which would involve the use of a knife and several scalpels.
“Tribal peoples often mark the skin by scarification as a sign of tribal unity.
And I think this would be a nice addition to you.”
Left ungagged, Pilar had screamed and cried for mercy trough the ordeal.
When Moira finally were satisfied with her work she applied bandages to the
areas where she had drawn blood.
“Now you better not to scratch it while this is healing, so I'll keep you immobilized
for the duration. It will itch somewhat when it does, but you've not gotten any
workout for a while now. So isn't it time we give you a bit of incitement to fight
against your bonds?”
against your bonds?”
Moira leant over bent to study the expression of sheer horror on Pilar's face
closely, .
“Hmm, since you're not saying anything, I guess I'd better finish you up for
the night in the way I find best then.”
Moira went over to the equipment racks and busied herself by filling one small jar
from a pitcher before returning to her sobbing victim.
After rummaging on the shelves, she eventually found the item she looked for.
“With a little of this, your wounds will heal faster.” Moira exclaimed as she held
one powder duster in her hand, she walked back and started to shake the tin
while explaining that the healing talcum powder had been mixed with an
itching agent, Moira continued by also dusting the baleful powder mix
lasciviously on Pilar's pussy and torso as well.
one powder duster in her hand, she walked back and started to shake the tin
while explaining that the healing talcum powder had been mixed with an
itching agent, Moira continued by also dusting the baleful powder mix
lasciviously on Pilar's pussy and torso as well.
Pilar was left for the night on the worktable, with the straps running over the
middle of her thighs as well as the second set of straps below the knees. This while
the permanent cuffs and rings around her ankles and legs was held by padlocks.
The itching soon reached unbearable levels, and Pilar had made a superhuman
effort to free herself, or at least grind her tights together to relieve herself from
the horrible itching.
It had been a horrible experience from the onset with the idea of creating scars,
to the predicament she had been left in. Moira really knew how to play her like
a fiddle, and going to lengths to avoid anything that would provide her from
experiencing even a bit of masochistic pleasure.
Moira was in a jovial mood when she returned downstairs the following day.
“Seem to be healing nicely already, that's wonderful! Just imagine what fun it
will be if we can add this to your daily pain. With all the skin surface we got
available, this could be a project I can go on for….years perhaps. And who
knows, when that time is up I might I could just start over doing another set at
right angle.”
Moira smiled broadly at the thought that had occurred to her.
“Alternatively, why not go for deeper scars in between the ones you already have?”
'She's really found a means to push me past my breaking point.' Pilar thought
and groaned inwardly.
and groaned inwardly.
