{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"aeb69421-6151-46d2-9d9c-e3caebb0069f","seriesId":"8f123ec3-5d42-4688-a05f-ccf4b1278b28","seriesName":"Savage","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-03-09T01:29:44.234Z","title":"Exasperation","slug":"exasperation","shortId":"gPNWzGOq","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Pilar have a rude awakening in a basement. A very stereotype beginning, of a very twisted story.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"16f6c7b3-e46d-4e74-965d-f6bdec2bbaf3","title":null,"summary":"The female found herself held prisoner in a basement cell.She have been brought down here and chaine","wordCount":2027,"readTime":10,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

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The female found herself held prisoner in a basement cell.

She have been brought down here and chained by neck and legs after

one week-long ordeal of piercing and tattooing that have left her
completely shocked and bewildered.

Her feeling of apprehensiveness returned when the lights suddenly got
turned on. And she found herself chained up in a room equipped with
cruel tools that made it look like a medieval torture chamber.

A pool of saliva have formed under her chin, the massive gag in her mouth
came with a rather large hole that had left her drooling on the floor while
she had been unconscious.

Wondering about her whereabouts and what actually have happened to her
aching body she tossed her entangled hair out of her face and attempted to
inspect what had been down to her.

The movement made her realise that her neck were held fast by what she
thought was a very high posture collar, yet one that was strangely unyielding.

She were distraught in finding that she had been completely covered by
tattoos all the way down to the feet. Not able to see what her head looked like,
she still feared the worst since the skin of her face ached and she suspected
that this also was caused by the work done by the needle.

Some were graphic patterns, but on the chest, stomach and thighs there were
also symbols of magical beasts from a mythology she were unable to identify.

In addition she also have also received a number of piercings, trough the lips
but also the labret, multiple tragus piercings with bars, plus rings trough the
areolas of her breasts.

The rings of the breasts had gotten further embellished by odd jewelry that
looked like long ornamented bars made from a brass-like metal with a set of
faintly chiming pendants hanging by the end.

But the one she considered to be the worst were the large golden ring in her
septum making her think she must look like a savage. though this would turn
out to be the purpose.

A faint odor of earth and rock indicated she was in a basement, albeit one
that was well ventilated.

One level of her mind told her she should be concerned about how much
time had passed. Not that I was overly concerned about it.

It was like a drug that kept her calm, not that any would be needed.
Pilar considered herself to be a capable individual who'd already been in
challenging situations, both in captivity and trussed up by strong restraints.

So, while she wasn't prone to terror, she was still concerned about her situation.
The unsettling part was that one part of her mind told her that a long time had
passed.

This odd feeling that something about time itself was not as it should be, was
one she had not experienced before.

She only had a short while to inspect her new surroundings before she could
hear the rattling of locks on the heavy door.

In steps her female lover that she had a fabulous weekend affair with the
previous month.
She was dressed elegantly in a long white gown, as if she had just returned
from a formal reception. But she quickly removed it to reveal what she was
wearing underneath. A piece of leather clothing that barely covered her
breasts and sides of her torso, it was only held together by two wide leather
straps that left the stomach open and joined to cover her crotch region. As she
continued to speak, a cane appeared in one hand, swinging back and forth.

“Now see here, you have finally awakened and you really look like a fantastic
piece of art don't you?” She spoke with her head cocked to the side and the
slow slurred speech of someone who was a little tipsy.

“I have been partying all night to celebrate that you have been returned to
me, you did fine in our domination games some weeks back. But now the
time has come to play a very different game.”
She bent down and inspected the body, poking her with the cane, grinning
when her captive twitched and whimpered in fear.
“I guess you wonder about all the modifications I let my kinky tattoo and
piercing studio do to you.”
“The purpose is simple, to set the stage for the role-playing game we're
going to play together down here for a long time.”
With the tone of a lecturer, she continued to speak while she walked
around the dungeon. While she touched the various instruments of torture,
racks, whips and a very small looking cage with her free hand.

“Now that I am a lesbian, did not stop me from coming up with this idea
that you are a savage woman of a tribe that have killed both my husband
and my children.”
“I could not come up with any historical example of what kind of savage you
were supposed to be, but I guess some kind of dangerous cannibal, which
in turn and for my own safety require that you're kept strictly fettered and
controlled at all times.”
“In the end I came up with the great idea of combining the most delightful
elements from several cultures.”
So you got the tattooed face of an islander, combined with a ringed neck
collar fashioned in the same way as the “longneck people.”
“Though yours comes with some interesting additions and modifications.
First off they’re very heavy as they made from an alloy that include the
metal number 76, as an additional benefit that make the alloy extremely
hard and durable, so you can just forget the idea of filing any cuff off in
any attempt of escaping me!”
“There are rings on the front and back of your collar that allow you to be
chained, and there's a lever on the side that acts as one garotte, allowing
me to strangle you if you ever try to resist.”
She continued while a malicious smirk spread across her face.

“And I will do anything in my power to exacting my revenge on you for
the horrible murder of my family.”
“There will never be a tender moment, only one endless stretch of
suffering for you, day by day, night after night!”

Ending her long harangue, the woman span on her heel and walked out,
closing and locking the door with with a clicking sound, then the light
went out.
Thus Pilar was left alone again on the floor wondering what actually had
transpired. After some time the light was turned on. At first she expected
someone to enter the dungeon again, and she held a faint hope for release.
But after some time the light went out again, for no reason that she could
comprehend.

Pilar was no stranger to the woman who had abducted her, they had been
seeing each other over the course of the last months. Playing various games
of domination and submission with Moira as she had called herself. If that
was her actual name or not were a fact she had been unable to discern.
The idea of being kidnapped were one idea that Pilar had fantasized about,
and she might have mentioned it to Moira.
But this assault on her body and mind was far beyond anything she could
ever have imagined. Likewise she could very well have found the way she
had been trussed up arousing, though it were also quite uncomfortable.
Pilar tried to shift her body, only to feel her newly tattooed skin scrape
against the floor, so she gave up and remained in the position as she had
been placed.

After a long time in the dark, her senses blurred while her desperation grew,
but Moira eventually reappeared.
She was now dressed in a dark evening gown with an over-the-bust corset
layered on top. As if no time had passed Moira stated:
“I will start on your true suffering here and now, by letting you taste the
whip.” Moira said and walked over to a rack of torture instruments hanging
from a nearby wall while she continued her monologue.
“I suppose you tell yourself how horrible it is with what's been done to you
and your body.”
“But you have no idea how far I plan to go with this. I've played out the
mistress and slave scenario numerous times.”
“And I know you Pilar as well as your dark twisted mind, I know how much
you've enjoyed it!” “But I cannot promise there will be any enjoyment at all
for you this time around.”

She picked up a rather short and thick whip and started to stroke it over
Pilar´s body with slow moves. Then suddenly she pulled her hand back with
a fluid movement that had the end snap leaving a welt on Pilar´s thigh, going
back to the repeating slow movements for a moment, then to suddenly make
the whip snap again, this time over the buttocks.
Moira gloated for a while looking down at the hapless girl who obviously still
was in a bit of shock, as she was whining quietly and making faint
movements down by her feet.
“I have played the games of make-believe so many times it nearly made
me sick, building up quite some pressure to let go of all considerations for
my partner and make things real.”
“And so I decided to go for a live event as full metal Sadist!”

She giggled at her own pun and continued: “It has been said that ultimate
truth is a very personal thing. And the ultimate truth will be to act out this
scenario for as long as it gives me the pleasure of inflicting the most
intricate and painful tortures on someone who deserves to be treated in the
worst possible way!”
“For you Pilar, the rules will be simple: There will be absolutely no talking
back, all you is allowed to say is 'Thank you Mistress' the woman took a
break from her diatribe as she raised her hand to the cheek before adding:
“Or if you so choose, this is in fact quite better use the following one often:
\"I am so sorry, I deserve your rightful punishment.”
“Oh, any slight variation thereof could be tolerated, remember that you
were part in the murder of the role-played family of mine. There will be a
few more rules for you but I will get to those later just before we launch this
and go live.”
“Any breach of those rules will result in a most severe punishment. So yes,
lets try some of the other equipment I have brought here for you. You will
get the benefit to experience what my punishments will be like. While I'll
view this as a mere try out session as I learn how to use the tools properly.”

For Pilar the following hours were a long horrendous nightmare, like a red fog
over all her senses, though one item stood out in her memory for a long time
afterward.
It were a contraption that Moira fit over her head, in front it had a metal
ring-gag keeping her mouth open, and with multiple thin chains ending with
hooks and clamps where three hooks were inserted in her nose, and another
two inserted on each side of her mouth whereas the clamps were used on her
eyebrows, ears and lips.
Tears were running down Pilar's face trough this ordeal, in part from the pain
and the shame of being so utterly helpless. In the end Moira went back to
using the whip and she did not stop until Pilar's body had been crisscrossed
by whipping bruises and welts.
And then declared that this might be a light start in the process of breaking
Pilar's will and spirit to make her ready for the scenario she had in mind.
“It will soon be morning,” she said. “So I will catch a nap before I need to go,
but first I'll put you in your first real predicament while I am away for the day,”
said Moira and brought a head harness and strapped it around the head of
the hapless girl.

This contraption came with hooks and clamps that was inserted into various
openings on Pilar's head, padlocks was then added to three strategic points
making it completely irremovable.

Moira continued the preparations by unlocking the chain holding her ankles,
then proceeding by wheeling in a contraption from a corner of the room.
“Now lets pull your legs up here,” said Moira while she started to pull a lever
up and down.
“This is actually one Engine hoist that I bought at a bargain price, I can
already see this will come to good use here.”
“Now lets release a bit of the tension on that leg for a moment.”
She released the chain going to the left leg and immediately stepped up and
pressed down with both hands folding the leg by the knee then to lock it by
a shorter length of the chain to the armbinder.
After fettering the right leg in the same manner, she then pulled a wide belt
around the slavegirls waist.
“This is needed so that you will not try to roll around to get into a more
comfortable position.”

In the end she pulled one piece of the loose end of chain to the top of the
headharness and locked it to a d-ring at the crown of the head with another
padlock.
She stood back and admired her handiwork, then turned around and as she
went out the door she said. “Good night to you now, even though I doubt
you will sleep, you will at least have one interesting late night.”
And with a small wave of her hand she left, the door closed and the light
went out leaving Pilar in darkness, to suffer alone, her body on fire from the
severe torture she had been subjected to.

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