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$\"Boxing$

The next time Moira appeared in the dungeon, she brought an entire
trolley full of items. Pilar's gaze followed Moira's preparation with

considerable trepidation of what would happen next.

After the leather helmet had been removed, Pilar got fed and allowed

to relieve herself as she stood spreadeagled on the rack. After a quick
washing by the hose, Moira released her slave, only to see Pilar

collapse in a heap on the floor.

“Oh dear me,” said Moira in a tone of obviously fake concern.
“And here I did trust you had a good sleep and restful night.”

“Well you will be sitting down today, so you better crawl over to the box

I've brought downstairs.”

By a superhuman effort on Pilar´s part, and a liberal use of the whip as

Moira gleefully followed her gleefully over the floor. Pilar was forced

to crawl on her belly to the box crawling where Moira opened the lid and

with one inviting gesture she said. “You may examine it now and see what

I got in store for you, a life of pure hell and suffering.”

The box's corners were adorned with black metal ornaments, whereas the

lid was so heavily reinforced by ironwork that the decorative metal accents

nearly covered the wood entirely, including a metal slide lock that could

be locked with a key. While looking inside Pilar could see a multitude of

leather straps and cuffs on the sides and bottom of the box.

“Get inside and so I can prepare you for the day.” said Moira.

Pilar did not have enough space to actually sit in the box but ended sitting

with her legs outside. Moira left her like that for the moment and started

to use the leather straps that were anchored by bolts to the inner corners

of the box, as soon as those held Pilar´s torso firmly, she then moved on

to bind Pilar´s arms and wrists to the sides.

“Now raise your arm,” said Moira. Pilar did as she had been ordered, but

only for a brief moment before she panicked about what was about to

happen to her.

But her exhaustion and the rings recently added to her arms made her

powerless to fight.

Moira did not even comment on the weak attempt of resistance and simply

continued strap Pilar in even more firmly in place. All she could do was to

slightly wiggle the lower part of her body while she felt an inconsolable

sadness for her destiny and the fact that Moira seemed to get so much

satisfaction from treating her so horribly.

“The craftsman who made this box must have thought I had comfort in

mind when I asked for these broad straps.”

\"Now pull your legs in.” Moira ordered, using additional straps to secure

Pilar's thighs to the sides.

Her lower legs eventually brought inside the box when the ankles were

locked by the cuffs at each side near the door of the box.

$\"Boxing$

“And one is for your head,” Moira explained as she pulled out a single,

unused strap that had been hanging from the top of the box until this point.

“Lift your head a bit now!”

“Yes it padded and really made for comfort, and was not my intention at all,”

Moira chuckled. “My sole intention were to have so broad leather straps and

cuffs to let you feel the absolute incapability of your situation. Now that they

are padded will not prevent me from pulling them in another notch or?”

Moira clapped her hands together, and then took a new grip on the strap

pulling in the remaining slack of the straps.

Pilar groaned quietly, but kept her eyes closed, trying not to elicit any

additional cruelty.

“Well that's it, I'll be off for the day shortly, enjoy yourself with the

conditioning program I have prepared. Yes you will be able to hear the

speakers trough the ventilation holes, I will merely crank up the volume

while you're in there!” said Moira and closed the door.

It did not take long before Pilar could feel her hands go numb from the

straps and cuffs that held her limbs firmly to the sides of the box.

But soon another issue surfaced: She started to get warm in the very small

confined space inside the box.

After a few hours she was sweating profusely, even though she could feel

a bit of air coming in through a whole near the lower part of her back, it

was not enough. Her breathing became even more laboured as she was

cinched in by so many restrictive leather straps around her torso.

She tried to move to allow more air in through the ventilation holes, but

the limited wriggling the straps allowed only caused the ornamental jewelry

to swing from her extended breasts.

After several hours of gasping for air, the door finally opened, and Pilar

took a deep breath of relief from the fresh air that entered her box.

“This is quite a sight!” said Moira as she inspected Pilar's body that were

glistening by moisture. “You have been sweating quite a lot in there,

imagine that! You even get a sauna in my little spa down here!”

She started to unstrap Pilar from the box. Moira obviously did

remember the fall Pilar had taken the same morning as she moved

up front and held one hand against Pilar´s shoulder letting her steady

herself before she ordered her to come out crawling on all fours.

“You have two pet bowls on the floor, now eat and drink without using

your hands.” Ordered Moira and stepped back to oversee the progress.

When Pilar had finished Moira brought back the head harness with the

fine chains and started to put it on Pilar´s head. Trembling and weak from

the ordeal in the box she did nothing to resist while Moira continued her

commentary of the tools of torture she intended to use.

“I have come to think that this gag harness you wear do make you look quite

similar to one Indian bride, they do also have a ring pierced in the nose and

chains running over the cheek just as you do. Quite a delightful item!”

Moira then ordered her to move her arms to the back, and used the leather

armbinder to immobilise her arms strictly on the back.

“Now sit on your heels and shuffle over to the throne where I am to give

your final instructions.” Moira made a quick dash over the floor to pick up

a whip while Pilar slowly skidded on her hunches toward the elevated chair

at the short end of the dungeon.

Moira sat down and nodded approvingly with gleaming eyes at Pilar's slow

progress, and then raised the whip indicating she was supposed to stop and

declared that they now were ready to start the scenario she had planned for.

“My part will be that of a very prudent woman, perhaps even one

missionary. And I will be the actual victim here. You're one of those who

took part in the death of my family. And the reason I punish you is that I am

nearly crazy by grief for the loss. There will be no sex whatsoever, except

your genital torture. I will get my satisfaction upstairs when I watch you on

webcam when you are suspended trembling and whimpering and I lie down

in my bed watching your suffering with a vibrator between my legs.”

Moira grinned broadly and continued. “Yes there's not only one but two

cameras in the ceiling here and I can zoom in on your face and body to see

how bad you are coping with your situation.”

At this point Pilar started to withdraw from listening, the words were even

worse than any of the whippings or humiliations she had suffered so far.

But Moira noted she were not paying attention so she lashed out with the

whip sending a painful blow to Pilar´s thigh and when Moira could see that

she had the full attention again she continued.

“I don't know how far your masochism actually can go, over time you will

perhaps adopt to this and start to wish for more. As isolated as you will be

down here I am certain that you will start to wish for my attention,

regardless how bad it will be to you. Over time we're going to become sooo

chummy friends!” She said in such a tone of malice it entirely contradicted

the context.

“Your instructions are simple. Any time I offer you something, if it be water,

food or put on clamps on your pussy you will say 'thank you' and tell me

how much you appreciate it.”

When I punish you for whatever reason, you will tell me that. “I am so sorry

for the pain I have caused, I deserve your rightful punishment.”

“Now I intend to give you a whipping, lets hear how you reply to my offer.”

Remembering how violent Moira have been so far, Pilar dared not to

disobey and replied, “Thank you mistress, I deserve....” she stopped herself,

her voice cut off by a cough.

Moira were happy so far and stated: “That's good for a start,” she grinned

and carried on. “Remember our roleplay at all time and I will not beat about

the bush that any deviation from the script will result in a most severe

punishment.”

“There's one more detail that could make it more believable,” added Moira

and continued. “You will always speak in broken pidgin:

I am soo soorvy, I dererv dis bunishment.”

Pilar looked up in utter disbelief at this point.

Moira jumped up from her chair and yelled. “I did just told you to keep your
face down!” The whip impacted with full force on Pilar´s back and sides as
Moira brutally walloped the sprawled body on the floor.

“You, will, obey, at all times!” Moira hissed trough clenched teeth as she

slowly moved around landing blow after blow with full force.

She did not even spare Pilar´s face, as one lash landed over the forehead

and another over her chin. The pain burned terribly and she were now

screaming her lungs out, yet she did not dare to move away the slightest

from the assault in fear it might result in one even more forceful retaliation.

Eventually Moira declared that she had provided enough whipping for this

time around. And went over to the table that were stacked with plenty of

bondage paraphernalia, she brought back a short corset, one that could also

be said to be a broad waist cincher, and started to strap it around Pilar´s waist.

“I got one idea to keep your mind busy. You're going to make a poem about

your experience, without the use of your hands you'll have to memorise it.
I'll give you a hint for a starter: 'Pilar in the pillbox' and you build on that

from there.”

“Later on I'll will have you recite it for my amusement. ”

“We're after all going to make your stay here memorable, won't we?”

When Moira felt more tightening were needed she simply put one foot on

Pilar´s body and pulled with both hands until the poor woman gasped nearly

breathless.

“So it got hot and sweaty in the box,” asked Moira. “Well I might need to

prepare you better for your ordeal now then.” And she filled one bucket

with water and brought the pump and started to fill Pilar's belly with water.

She tried to drink as well as she could, but as the belly distended against

the harshly restricting corset she ended up whining in pain at the top of her

lungs sending water spraying over the room trough the side of her mouth

and nose.

“Ahh I guess that's the gauge that tells me you had enough,” said Moira.

“Now over to the box, I am going away for two days so I need to have you

prepared quickly here, so no delays will be accepted.”

Once again Pilar found herself bound in the box with arms and legs bound

rigidly taut to the sides. “One last detail here,” said Moira. And she brought

a small glass jar of tiger balm, after adding a medial examination glove she

covered Pilar´s pussy with the gel like substance and then closed and door

on the box.

Inside Pilar could feel a burning sensation growing between the legs, after

one half hour the effect had built up to the maximum and she screamed at

the top of her voice until she had consumed the fresh air inside and ended

up panting and sweating.

The ordeal became a true nightmare for Pilar, when Moira finally

reappeared two days later she had taken on a smart and businesslike look.

As she had been unstrapped and released from the box Moira asked.

“So how have you been doing in there,” she asked.

Despite she had not gotten any gag this time, the only sound that Pilar

could make was one long groan in dismay.

Pilar could not tell if Moira acted, or actually was perplexed when she
asked: \"After all I done, you still dare to growl at me?\"

\"I'd better make sure this behaviour is not repeated, the correct answer

should have been: Thank you Mistress, I deserve this!”

Moira brought a flogger, and said: “Most consider the flogger to be a

rather benign tool,” and started to flog Pilar with remarkably hard blows

as she walked around her sparing no part of her body.

“But that's because they don't know how to use the flogger properly!”

After a short while tears were running down Pilar´s face and she simply

could not stand this any more, so she used the safe word.

Moira stopped dead, then folded over giggling in mirth.

“So you think you can stop me?” asked Moira. “Think again, because you

are not a sub not even a slave. You are nothing but a piece of whip meat

with no other right than to breathe and scream, and that's it!”

She said while hitting Pilar with the flogger between each word.

“But now that I haven’t seen you for a little while, you are going to

provide some entertainment.” Moira walked over to the chair on the short

end of the room pulling Pilar with her on the leash.

“I want to see the savage dance! Dance widelegged in front of me!”

Moira cracked the whip as she sat on her throne. Lets make one free

advertising clip for our future audience.”

Exhausted as she were Pilar stumbled and almost fell when she tried to

move with her legs spread as ordered.

But Moira did not notice, she was busy pouring a glass for herself, then

flipped a switch on a remote, Pilar almost stopped dead in mid movement
in surprise. As a sign lit up on the wall with the text: 'Happy hour'.

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