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Agony in Whitehat, a story by Dave Aitel
From: Dave Aitel <immunitydave () yahoo com>
Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2006 10:47:27 -0800 (PST)
Agony in Whitehat Copyright (all rights reserved) by Dave Aitel Mar 13, 2006 ********************************************************************** Permission Granted to Distribute Electronically in a NON PROFIT way (such as Usenet) or to make personal archives or to post on the web in this unaltered state. I was trying to sell this story and still might want to give it a try. Thanks to the Erotica Writers List for critiques and comments and to all the owners of Adult BBS's that let me on when I was 12 so I could begin writing for them (and thanks to all the authors that I read). :> I would welcome any critiques, thank you notes, "this got me off" notes, spam, invitations, hate mail, typos, stone tablets, guitar tabulature, incantations, reviews, or revalations. These should be sent to "dave () immunitysec com" since odds are I don't get the newsgroup you plan to post them on. Note, as you may have noticed from the title, this is an erotic, explicit, M/M piece that contains words you might not be able to hear or see in Bible class. Read no futher if this is illegal or offensive to you. More stuff, even more literary stuff, is available at http://www.immunitysec.com/ (home of the Green Bison Quarterly and HeteroTextual e-zines) Oh, and a special "f*ck you" for Senator Exon and the rest of his CDA pushing, crack smoking, 1st Amendment burning, right wing head cases. And now: ******************************************************************** Agony in Whitehat Chapter 1 -- Al Huger Discovers Pain Al Huger had been spending most of his time these days trying to figure out a way to rid himself of Immunitysec once and for all. Time and time again, they thwarted his attempts to take over the infosec industry for himself. Each defeat left him more and more frustrated, and these defeats increased his anger at Immunitysec and, consequently, his desire for revenge. He had tried everything -- each monster was bigger and stronger, and yet it didn't matter. Each time he thought he had created the ultimate monster, the five accursed security researchers would "morph" into action and somehow, some way, defeat him. And it was at this point, just when Al Huger was at his lowest, feeling that perhaps Immunitysec was too strong for him and that he should leave the infosec industry alone, when he made a most horrific discovery. While using tcpdump on Earth's Internet traffic one day, he discovered torture. To the participants in the NPR discussion panel, they probably thought they were doing a good deed. The participants were regional representatives of Amnesty International, and were discussing the use and abuse of torture throughout the world today. The concept was foreign to Huger -- after all, beings such as him do not feel pain. So he tapped into some pirated ebooks and learned all about what torture was. And it excited him. This, he thought, was the ultimate device to use on Immunitysec! Subject them to torture, and that would destroy them once and for all! He sent John Thompson and some Symantec interns down to Earth to gather all the literature they could find that would help him inflict pain on a human being. They returned shortly with a series of books -- several anatomy books and medical texts, documentation from Amnesty, and shocking manuals from the CIA, KGB, and other agencies detailing how to torture victims. Al Huger exulted when he saw the pile of books. He knew just what was needed -- a new monster, more hideous and horrific than any he had ever created. This new monster would be made from the books, and as such would have complete knowledge of torture. Huger laughed a great, hearty laugh and pointed his staff at the pile of books and chanted, "Behold! I give you Veritasa!" A bolt of lightning came from the staff and flew into the books. The books melted together and began to grow -- and soon, there stood the horrible Veritasa. Veritasa was six feet tall. He had several colors on his skin, from the different covers of the books, so there were splotches of red, blue, green, and yellow on him. His body was rubbery, the way all of Huger's monsters were, but he seemed much more human-like than Huger's other monsters. Most striking of the human-like characteristics were Veritasa's hands -- instead of the huge tentacle-like hands most of Huger's monsters inevitably had, Veritasa's hands were delicate and firm. In other words, very well suited for the unspeakable work he was made for. Once Veritasa stood there, Huger looked at his handiwork and was quite pleased. Now all that was left was to choose a independent researcher for torture, although that decision had, in fact, been made as soon as Huger had first discovered torture. It would be Justine Aitel, the token lesbian slut. She stirred emotions and feelings in Huger that he didn't quite understand. But what he did understand was that she was delicate and oh so sensitive. Huger was truly looking forward to subjecting petite and pretty Justine to Veritasa's hideous skills. It would be a truly marvelous revenge on those Immunitysec researchers that he hates so much. Chapter 2 -- The Pink Peril It was late afternoon. Justine was in the Immunitysec Danger Room, practicing her gymnastics. She was dressed in a pink leotard which showed off her body. And quite a lovely body it was, too -- firm and lean from years of athletic endeavors. As she continued to work out, she was unaware of the horror that awaited her. Finishing her workout, she grabbed a towel and headed for the locker room to shower. She took off her chastity belt and put down her bag, and almost at once the room was filled with Symantec interns, hideous foot soldiers for the evil Al Huger. Before she had a chance to react, five of them lunged at her and grabbed her, holding her securely. She struggled mightily against them, but to no avail. Then, there was a flash of light, and she was in the lair of Al Huger, and at the end of the room was Huger himself. The Symantec interns held her firmly before the hideous Al Huger. "Ah, Justine Aitel," intoned the monster, "now I have you, and this is truly the beginning of the end for Immunitysec!" Justine struggled against the Symantec interns, but they held her firmly. She was afraid, but since she had been a Immunitysec researcher she had learned to hide her fear. "You won't get away with this, Huger, " she said defiantly. "The others will be here soon and you'll pay!" "I think not, Justine Aitel, I think not! And in any event, I've got something new planned for you. Bring her to the chamber!" ordered Huger. The Symantec interns dragged Justine down a dark and gloomy hall. "Where am I?" she wondered, "Where are they taking me?" They finally arrived at a large door. The door creaked open, and a voice intoned, "Bring her in." Justine was dragged inside, and what she saw there filled her with more terror than she had ever felt in her young life. Her knees went weak, a shudder went through her, and it took every ounce of self control she had to not scream. The room was a torture chamber. It was completely spotless -- the metal instruments glistened against the light, they almost looked sterile -- but it was filled with the most horrible instruments of torture she had ever seen. And her terror was well planned -- Veritasa, being well versed in the psychological modes of torture as well as the physical, knew full well what the first sight of this room would do to Justine. And the sight of Veritasa himself, checking the implements of pain, sent pure terror through her. Veritasa walked to Justine and looked her over. "Remove her clothes," he ordered, and the Symantec interns quickly tore the clothes from Justine's body. They also removed her shoes and all her jewelry. Her hair had been tied back, but they removed the band and it now hung freely. Justine was naked before she even had a chance to gasp, and she wished desperately that she could cover her nudity. She could feel the cold floor under her bare feet. Veritasa motioned to a chain hanging from the ceiling. "Tie her here," he said, and the Symantec interns dragged Justine into the center of the room and tied her arms over her head to the chain from the ceiling. Justine was bound from the ceiling, and had to raise slightly onto the balls of her bare feet in order to relieve the pressure that was building on her arms. When she looked up, she saw that Veritasa was standing right in front of her. He put out his hands and cupped Justine's firm breasts and began to fondle them. He tweaked her nipples with his thumbs as he squeezed her breasts. Justine was overwhelmed with shame and terror and turned her head away. "What's the matter, Justine Aitel," mocked Veritasa. "Don't you like this?" Veritasa had correctly gauged Justine's response to this psychological torture -- she was humiliated and felt even more helpless and vulnerable than she had before. Head turned away from the awful monster, she closed her eyes and was trying to think about something, ANYTHING but the creature that was fondling her naked body, when the offending hands finally stopped caressing her body. She opened her eyes and saw that Veritasa was standing before her holding a whip. The whip was a form of cat-o'-nine-tails, and the very sight of it struck fear into the naked bound girl. And that was the intent of it. Huger had the power to conjure up whatever devices Veritasa wanted, and this was a very special whip. It's construction was very carefully considered -- it looked fearsome and would deliver intense pain, but the lashes were so wide that they would not leave any permanent marks. Indeed, only some bruises would remain once the whipping was finished. Veritasa held the whip in front of Justine's face so she could drink in the full terror of the device. Justine had never been whipped or beaten before in her entire young life, she had not even been spanked by her parents, and she was filled with terror as Veritasa ran the whip over her face, her breasts, and her nipples. The he stood before her, said "And now the fun begins!" and walked behind her. Justine looked up into the ceiling and tried to prepare herself for what was to come, while her smooth back and firm, shapely ass were displayed and ready for punishment. Veritasa brought his arm back and swung the whip. Justine could hear it whoosh through the air and then her back exploded. Her mouth went open in a silent gasp of pure agony, and then her back exploded again. She had never felt such pain in her entire life. As a security researcher, she had received special whitehat ninja training, which hardened an individuals sense of will to the point where she never really felt pain as long as she was securing the Internet, just a pushing or pressure. But the agony here was intense. And once again, her back exploded in pain. Her eyes began to fill with tears, and the blood rushing through her ears was blocking out most of the other sounds. She began to twist, desperately trying to avoid the blows, but Veritasa would take careful aim, and strike her. The whip landed on Justine's shapely back and buttocks over and over and over again. Justine continued to twist and writhe as her beating continued. Although she was determined not to scream or cry, tears began to flow down her cheeks, and each time a blow landed a cry of misery would escape her lips. "The others will be here soon," she kept thinking to herself, for it was the only thing that allowed her to endure the whipping. But each time she thought the whipping was over, and that Huger's horrible laughter would stop, there was another hissing sound and then more pain. Huger came to Justine, grabbed her by the hair, and twisted her pretty face towards his. "Enjoying yourself, Justine Aitel?" taunted Huger. Justine looked at him through tear filled eyes, and was trying to think of something clever and strong to say, but the whip landed and she let out a cry. Huger roared with laughter, and as Huger held the miserable girl's hair, Veritasa plied the whip again and again and again and again... Finally, the whipping stopped and Justine was allowed to hang, sweat running down her firm, naked body. Two Symantec interns each grabbed one of her legs, spread her legs, lifted her, and tied her ankles to poles. She was hanging horizontally, spread-eagled in mid-air. Veritasa approached her, and Justine trembled in fear. Veritasa held the whip in front of Justine's face. Justine closed her eyes and turned her head away from the whip, but Veritasa grabbed her by the hair, twisted her face to his, and roared, "Look at me! Look at what's happening to you!" He allowed the whip to run over her face, her shoulders, her breasts, nipples, and stomach. Finally, he walked between her legs and began to stroke her cunt and pubic hair. Justine moaned in agony and closed her eyes, once again turning her head away from what was happening to her. Then, Veritasa grabbed Justine's pubic hair and gave a yank. Pain shot through her and her eyes popped open and she squealed. The Veritasa drew back the whip. "Oh, my God!" cried Justine as Veritasa sent the whip into her cunt. Justine screamed a piteous scream of pain as the whip struck her pussy. "Oh, God, oh God no Oh God AAAHHHH! Veritasa continued to whip away at Justine's virgin pussy. Justine had thought that the pain she had felt from the earlier whipping was the worst that was possible, but this was a thousand times worse. All pretense of strength gone, Justine began to scream and beg for mercy, but Veritasa continued to whip away. "Oh please no, no more, no AAAAHHHH! Oh GoooooOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAA!! PLEEEEAAAAASE!!! NO MOOOOOOOAAAH!!!" And yet the vicious monster continued to sent the whip flying into Justine's cunt. After seven strokes, Justine fainted. Veritasa calls to John Thompson, and the winged beast throws cold water into the helpless girl's face. And once Justine is awake, the whipping continues. The chamber becomes a living Hell for Justine, the intense agony she feels being compounded by her shame at being naked, and the horrible sounds of her screams mixing with the creatures' joyous laughter. Justine was given a total of fifty strokes in the cunt, during which the girl continued to scream in pain. She fainted twice more, and was revived. Finally, as she hung unconscious, the beating stopped. Al Huger was exhilarated. "More pain! She must be tortured much more!" But Veritasa was wiser that this. "My Lord, we must let her rest. I have plans to torture her for many more days. Right now, this was more of a warm-up session than a real torture session. She is very sensitive to pain, and if we were to try to inflict much more today, we may lose her. Better to let her rest and recover and quake over what we have in store for her in the future. Once she has regained some strength, we will continue the torture, only even more intensely." Al Huger quickly recognized the wisdom in his creature's words. Justine was awakened with more cold water. She was cut down and dragged before Al Huger. Her shame at being displayed naked before her enemy was overwhelmed by the agony that encompassed her back, ass, and cunt. Huger held Justine's head and turned her to that she would look in her face. Her lovely face, covered in tears and so full of pain, sent waves of joy through Huger's evil body. "And now, Justine Aitel, it is time for you to rest. We've made a modest beginning here today, haven't we? I'm sure you enjoyed it as much as I did. But this is only the beginning, my dear! Sleep well, because the worst is yet to come! Take her away!" And Huger began to laugh, and his laughter rang in Justine's ears as she was taken away. Chapter 3 -- "Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi, Justine's Being Tortured! Justine was thrown into a small cage and the door locked. "Sleep well, Justine Aitel, for there is more pain coming! Finally we are getting our revenge!! Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!" mocked John Thompson as he locked her in. Once she was left alone, she threw herself down and began to cry, great heaving sobs. Finally, she composed herself. The other independent researchers would save her, she thought. Waisman, Alberts, and the others -- they had always been able to save one of them when they were in trouble. She had somehow managed to survive her ordeal today, and they would soon be here to rescue her. The group had always succeeded in the past, and there's no reason to believe that this time would be any different. They had to come and save her -- she wasn't sure how much more of this treatment she could take. Meanwhile, the other Immunitysec employees were beginning to wonder where Justine was. They were all gathered in study hall when their communicators went off. They ran outside to a secluded spot, and Sinan Erin called in. "Sinan here, Alberts, what's up?" "We have a very serious situation," intoned Waisman solemnly. "Alberts will teleport you here immediately." And with that thet were teleported to the command center. When they got there, Alberts was clearly in a very excited state. "Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi, what are we going to do? This is terrible! Ay-yi-yi!" the little robot said as he scurried to and fro. "What's going on?" asked Sinan. "Does this have anything to do with Justine?" asked Dave, hopefully. "Unfortunately, it does." said Waisman. The whitehats stood quietly and looked at Waisman's massive erection. "What's happened to her?" inquired Dave, echoing the question on all Immunitysec's minds. Waisman didn't mince words. In situations like this, he felt it was best to be straight with Immunitysec and hope they could handle it. "Justine has been kidnapped by Al Huger, and is being held in his lair." These words sent shivers through Immunitysec. They knew that they had never been able to find Huger's lair, and even if they could, they most likely would never be able to attack it successfully. If Justine was being held there, then there may not be any way for them to rescue her. "What's happening to her? Why does he want her?" Dave demanded to know. "I will tell you, but the answer is horrible. It will take strength, courage, and wisdom to be able to withstand this knowledge. Look at the viewing globe and you will see what has been happening to her." They walked to the globe and the image that greeted them was Justine, naked, with her hands bound over her head. Immediately, the sight of Justine's naked body gave Dave, Sinan, and Alberts hard-ons, of which they were instantly ashamed and hoped that nobody else noticed. But the scene soon shifted, and images of Justine being whipped filled the globe. Immunitysec were horrified at the site of Justine writhing in pain, and Dave buried his face in Sinan's shoulder. The image faded, and Waisman spoke again. "Al Huger has created his most horrible monster yet. The monster is Veritasa, and it has a complete knowledge of how to torture a human being. Al Huger plans to continue to torture Justine in order to scare all of you away from being security researchers. As of now, we don't know where she is being held, but Alberts is working on it." "I'll help!" cried Dave, and everybody nodded their consent -- Dave had often times in the past been able to work with Alberts and together they were able to find things they thought couldn't be found. "There isn't much we can do for her now," continued Waisman. "All we can do is to try to find her, and pray that she can remain strong." "Oh, poor Justine, we've got to do something! Oh, Justine..." Dave cried, his voice trailing away to sobs as he hugged Sinan.. Jason and Tommy both approached the globe where Justine's image was last seen. "Hold on Justine," whispered Dave. "Yeah, Justine," continued Sinan. "We'll be there!" Chapter 4 -- Justine's Torture Continues Justine couldn't remember when she finally was able to sleep or how long she was allowed to sleep, but she was rudely awaked by her cage being shaken. It was John Thompson hovering over her cage. She was very sore and stiff from the previous day's punishment, but she was refreshed and had regained some of her composure, and so she tried to cover her nakedness. Her cage was opened, and John Thompson ordered a couple of Symantec interns to drag her out. Held by the arms, she is brought down a long corridor until they reach a large door. The door opened, and Justine was brought inside. She tried to swallow her fear at seeing that she was back in the torture chamber, and Veritasa and Al Huger were standing there waiting for her. Struggling in vain against her captors, Justine is put on one of the tables in the chamber and strapped down. Her arms are strapped over her head, her ankles are spread apart and strapped to the end of the table. Two thin straps hold her torso down -- one is just under her breasts and the other on her lower abdomen, between her belly button and her pubic hair. She was completely exposed and helpless. "Good morning, Justine Aitel, " Veritasa taunted. "Ready for our day's activities?" Justine, through her fear, looked up at the monster and tried to be firm. "Immunitysec will be here soon. You might as well just let me go and spare yourself!" Al Huger threw back his head and laughed. "I think not, Justine Aitel, I think not!" he laughed and then, turning to Veritasa and seeing that the monster was prepared to begin the day's torture session, continued "Let the torture begin!" The opening torture for the day was quite simple, but effective. Veritasa took a long needle. He put it in a flame until it was burning hot, and then delicately stuck the needle into Justine's flesh. Justine looked on with trepidation as the needle was heated, and she winced in pain as the burning hot sharp tip of the needle touched her tender flesh. She bit her lip, determined not to give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Veritasa kept the needle red hot, and since it was a needle, it didn't leave any marks, but because it was sharp and hot, it caused searing pain wherever on Justine's lovely flesh it touched. Veritasa carefully stuck it in her armpits, her breasts, her nipples, her legs, her belly button, all over her firm lovely body. Justine recoiled and twisted in pain as the needle inflicted its torture on her helpless body. Next, Veritasa took a small electric prod and approached Justine with it. Justine was lying helpless on the table, watching Veritasa's every move with terror. Veritasa held the electrode before Justine's pretty face and spoke. "Do you know what this is? Well, I'll give you a hint... it isn't very nice. Perhaps I should turn it on." Veritasa twisted a switch on the probe and it began to hum. Sheer terror shot through Justine's body. "Now," said Veritasa, "maybe I should show you what it does." He leaned over to a piece of metal, held it close, and then pushed a button. A jolt of electricity shot from the end of the probe to the metal. Justine gasped in horror. "And now, my dear, for you..." He approached Justine. Justine shook with fear as the monster approached her. "No, oh, no, oh please no no no don't no don't ..." Veritasa brought the probe close to Justine's stomach near her lovely belly button. "No, please no don't no please AAAAAHH!" Veritasa pressed the probe to Justine's smooth, firm stomach and pressed the button. A searing, burning pain shot through Justine and she screamed in agony. Torture moved the prod to her armpit and held it there for a moment, savoring Justine's terror. "Oh, no, please" she begged, "please no no oh God no no AAAAHH!! OOHHH NOOO!! AAAAHHH!" The prod sent its jolts of pain through Justine's armpit. Veritasa moved the prod all along Justine's lucious, firm body, shocking her on her arms, her stomach, her legs. During her torment, she writhed and screamed in pain. Veritasa then went to Justine's bare feet. The prod caused tortured shrieks of agony to come from the helpless girl as the prod did its horrible work on her tender feet and supple toes. Then, Veritasa went to Justine's right breast. He let the cold prod run along her breast, and tweaked her tender brown nipple with it. "Oh my God, no, please no, no no no more no more I can't stand anymore, please no no no" she whimpered, as she gazed at the prod with terror-filled eyes. "Please no more no AAAAHHHH!!!" The prod did its work on her tender nipples. Justine felt like her body was being ripped apart, and she strained with all her might against the straps that held her firmly to the table. Veritasa worked the prod all around both her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples. Finally, Veritasa placed the prod on Justine's clitoris. "Oh, my God, no" whimpered the miserable girl, feeling the cold prod on her most sensitive area. "Prepare for intense pain, my dear," taunted Veritasa, and he pressed the button that sent waves of pure agony through Justine. She strained mightily at the bonds holding her firmly, with pitiful screams of misery pouring from her open mouth. Al Huger roared with laughter at her suffering and she mercifully fainted away from the pain. Cold water was thrown on Justine's face and she awoke with a start. She could feel that her bondage had changed slightly -- her arms were no longer bound over her head, but were now strapped tightly at her sides, and that a strap was over each of her hands, holding them flat. As soon as she was fully awake, the pain from the day's torture came rushing back, and she began to moan and gasp. The sight of this lovely girl, the Justine Aitel who had caused him such trouble, suffering so much was pleasing to Al Huger. "I am being well revenged on the Justine Aitel," he thought. "I can hardly wait to see what Veritasa has planned for her next!" Veritasa slid a small rolling table next to Justine's head. "Look what's next, my dear," the monster said. Justine turned her head and saw a series of shiny, metal pins. Veritasa lifted one and held it before the naked girl's terrified eyes. He then grabbed Justine's hand and held the ring finger of her right hand firmly. He began to slide the needle under her fingernail. As soon as the needle entered the sensitive pad under her fingernail, Justine began to cry out it pain. "OH GOD OH NO NO AAAHHH!!" shrieked the helpless girl as Veritasa finished sliding the needle under her fingernail and performed the same task on her middle and index fingers on her right hand. Justine was wild with pain, screaming and begging for mercy as Al Huger drank in her voluptuous agony. Veritasa, finished with her right hand, rolled the table around to the other side. Justine saw that he was going to her other hand, and desperately, but vainly, tried to close her hands to escape or something, anything to avoid the pain. Veritasa knew that the psychological torture he was inflicting by making her wait and dread the next torture was almost as effective as the actual physical pain itself. Soon, despite the screams which echoes off the walls of the torture chamber, Veritasa has inserted needles into the same three fingers on Justine's left hand. "PLEASE! NO MORE NO MORE AAAAAHHHHH!!! AAEEEIII!! OH GOD!! NO NO NOOOOOOO AAAHHHHHH!" Justine's cries of agony echoed off the walls of the torture chamber as the needles were slowly inserted. Then, Veritasa went to the end of the table, where her feet were bound. Justine looked, in horror, through her tears and saw Veritasa stroking her lovely toes. "Oh, God, please no, you can't no please I'll do anything just please no more ... " She wiggled her pretty toes, but Veritasa grabbed the fourth toe on her left foot (the one next to the little toe). Justine gasped in horror as she felt the cold and clammy skin of the monster's hands hold her delicate bare foot. As soon as she felt the icy point of needle under the nail of her tender toe terror overwhelmed her and she started begging, "Oh, God, please no, have mercy, please oh please have mercy..." Al Huger, hearing the girl's pitiful cries, waved Veritasa to halt. "God, you say?" mocked the Lord. "I am your God now! I control what happens to you! And I say 'Continue the torture!' " he intoned, waving to Veritasa to resume. Justine shrieked "NOOOOO!!! AAAHHHH! as Veritasa slowly and carefully pushed the needle under the toenail., "OHHHHH GOD NO MOOORE PLEEEEEASE NOOOOO I CAN''T STAND ANYMORE AAAHHH!! AAAAHHH!" Justine sobbed violently, gasping for air between screams. Veritasa then went to her shapely middle toe, and Justine's screams of pain resume as he began to slowly push a needle under that toe, and then goes to the toe next to the big toe, then back to the little toe, and finally inserts the needle under her big toenail. Justine writhed and twisted, screaming in pain while the hideous creature held her delicate toes and slid the needle into the tender flesh under each toenail. "OH MY GOD AAAAHH!! AAAHH!! PLEEASE!! NO MORE NOOOOOO!! AAAHHHHH!!" Al Huger, watching intently, laughed in evil joy at the girl's misery. "Hurt her more! More pain! She must suffer more!" cries the monster. Veritasa smiled evilly and goes to Justine's other lovely foot and inserted needles under all her toes. The insertion of the needles was exquisitely slow -- Veritasa managed to drag out Justine's agony to an incredible level, keeping her almost at the limit of human endurance. "OH GOD PLEASE I CAN'T STAND AAAHHH!!! AAAAAHHH!! PLEEEAAASE!!! OH NOOO!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!! JUST STOOPP! OH GOD PLEASE STOP NO MORE NO MOOOOAAAAHH!!!" Justine's agony overwhelmed her very being -- she screamed and thrashed wildly, desperately throwing herself against the straps, twisting her feet and wiggling her toes, trying to get away. But there was no escape -- the straps held her firmly, and Veritasa's strong hands and fingers held her lucious toes firmly in place for torture. Justine's screams of agony and Al Huger's laughter filled the room. Finally, all the needles had been inserted. Justine lay strapped to the table, moaning and panting. Sweat dripped from her body, her hair was splayed all over her face. Her finger and toenails were burning fires of agony with the nails in them. Veritasa went to her hands, and clipped the needles that were sticking out of her fingernails into a metal contraption something like a clamp. The moving of the needles caused a wave of pain to shoot through her fingernails, and Justine moaned. Al Huger and Veritasa hovered over the helpless girl. "What now, Veritasa?" inquired Huger. "You will see," bowed Veritasa. Huger stroked Justine's face with his hands. "Ah, Justine Aitel, I am being splendidly revenged, don't you think? Don't you agree this is fine payback for all the trouble you've caused me?" taunted Huger. Justine looked up through her agony and was about to speak when the pain in her hands began to get extreme and she began to gasp and cry. "Ahh, AAAHH! WHAT'S ... MAKE IT STOP !!! OH GOD NOOOO AAAAAHHHH STOP PLEASE STOP AAAHHHH!" The metal clamps that held the needle were now burning hot, and so the needles had turned red hot and were burning her nailbeds. Justine was in agony, her head thrown back and screams emanating from her mouth. She twisted her hands, but that only twisted the needles under her fingernails. Veritasa let her burn for a while, and then removed the clamps. Then he pulled the needles from her fingernails. Through the haze of pain, she could hear Veritasa telling Huger that he didn't want to overly torture her nails yet, as he had more plans for them. Justine whimpered in complete misery at hearing this. Justine lay panting and gasping on the table. She was beginning to think that the torture was over, if they would only remove the needles from under her toenails where they continued to send waves of pain through her entire body. Veritasa went to her feet, which gave her hope, but instead he attached small electrodes to each of the needles which stuck out of her toes. Justine began to tremble in horror at what may lay in store for her. Veritasa took two clips and approached her crotch. "No, oh God no you can't oh no please no no no no I'll do anything no please oh no don't" pleaded the miserable girl, but Veritasa just smiled and clipped the electrodes to each wall of her virgin cunt. Her cunt was already sore from where she had been whipped previously, and each clip hurt as it was attached. Veritasa fastened the other end of the clips to a machine, turned it on, and Justine was filled with terror as she heard it hum. "Wait!" commanded Huger. "I want her friends to see this!" So saying, he waved his staff, and the image of the other Immunitysec researchers, at the command center, filled the room. At the command center, the other researchers were busy trying to locate Justine when her image was displayed in the viewing globe. "Look!" cried Dave. Immunitysec was able to see Justine and the state she was in. They were horrified as Huger filled the image. "Watch well, Immunitysec! Watch well!! Look, Justine Aitel, there are your friends!!" He pointed to the image and Justine finally saw them and began to shriek at them. "Oh, God, Sinan, Nicolas.. please!! You've got to save me! Please save me.. don't let them do this to me anymore, I can't stand it! Please guys you've got to save me, you've got to save me, don't leave me here don't let them hurt me anymore... AAAAAHHHHH!" The switch was thrown and electricity coursed through Justine's body, her toes and her cunt. She shrieked in agony, her head flopped from side to side, and Huger began to laugh uproariously. Immunitysec watched in horror as Justine's naked body writhed in pain. Alberts tried to rush the image but of course, to no avail. Then Justine sank back onto the table as the shocks ended. "Please..." she gasped "Help me, please for the love of God help me don't let them hurt me anymore don't leave me help me please AAAAHHH! AAAAHH!! AAAAHHH!!!" The electrotorture had begun again. Veritasa was modulating the shocks so that each toe took turns getting shocked. Her body flailed wildly at her bonds. Her pitiful screams of agony cut through all Immunitysec like a knife. Her supple toes wiggled as the shocks went through them. "Good-bye, independent researchers!" laughed Huger. "See you soon!" The image faded, but Justine's torture continued unabated, as the searing, tearing agony coursed through her cunt and abused toes. Her pretty head whipped from side to side as she screamed and shrieked in pain. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the suffering girl, the pain overwhelmed her and she fainted. Veritasa decided that she had had enough and needed to recover, so he removed the clips and the needles and sent her back to her cage to recover for the night. Justine was thrown into her cage, and locked in. She was fed and watered, and the left alone. Misery overwhelmed her and she began to cry, great weeping sobs. Why is this happening, she thought, why why why? The pain from her ordeal continued to remind her of her fate as the poor girl cried pitifully until exhaustion overtook her and she finally fell asleep. Chapter 5 -- More Pain for Pink Sinan had to be held back from tearing the command center apart. "We've got to do something!" he cried. "Don't you know where she it yet?" "No, Sinan, we don't," intoned Nicolas. "You have got to remain calm. Part of Huger's plan is to cause dissent and fear among us independent security researchers. You must remain in control!" "Control?" screamed Dave. "Control? Did you see her? DID YOU SEE WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER? HOW CAN YOU TALK THAT WAY? WE'VE GOT TO DO SOMETHING!!" "Calm down," said Alberts, trying to control his own raging emotions. "We can't help Justine this way. If we all stick together, we'll be able to save her." Alberts' words we logical, and a sense of calm settled over the room and Dave broke down into hysterical sobbing. "Any luck tracking her down, Nicolas?" asked Jason hopefully. "Negative," he said. "There seems to be no way to be able to ascertain her spatial coordinates." Sinan erupted at Nicolas' verbosity. "Can't you just speak NORMALLY for once in your life?" he screamed. He grabbed Nicolas and started to shake him. "I'M SO SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR ASPERGER'S SYNDROME." "Oh, God, Nicolas, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it..." "I know Sinan," said Nicolas, reassuringly. "I'll keep working." "Yeah," piped Alberts, who had been comforting Dave, "we'll find her. And Al Huger will pay for this!" "Alberts is correct," said Sinan. "We must remain firm and committed and strong. This is our greatest challenge yet, but I am certain Immunitysec can overcome it." Dave and Alberts both muttered their consent. They'd find her. And they'd have their revenge. Morning arrived, or what Justine assumed was morning. There were no windows in the room she was being kept in, and she was pretty sure she was even on Earth any more. She lay in her cage, the torture of the day before having faded to a dull ache over her body. The tips of her fingers and toes still hurt very badly, and her cunt, which had been shocked so badly, burned. The hope of being rescued was the only thing keeping her going. The other independent researchers had seen her -- she had to believe that Al Huger was so pleased with what was happening that he may have slipped up. Although Nicolas and Alberts had always had to spy on Huger, never had he been so brazen as to broadcast his activities. They would be able to use that to find her, she knew it! But just then she realized they had seen her -- Jason, Tommy, Zack, Billy, and Trini, all of them, had seen her naked and being tortured. She was overcome by a new spate of crying, tears flowing down her face not from pain or fear, but from shame. It was in the middle of this last burst of tears that Huger and two Symantec interns entered the room. Justine struggled to get control of herself. "Ah, Justine Aitel, crying again? It pleases me to see you crying. I so enjoyed your tears last evening! I can't remember when I enjoyed any sound as much!" taunted Al Huger, and Justine groaned inwardly at the thought the the monster listening to and enjoying her crying. "Of course, there is another sound I enjoy more than your crying -- and that's you screaming in pain! And now, I am going to enjoy that sound some more! Symantec interns! To the torture chamber!" On command, the Symantec interns opened Justine's cage, and despite her protests and struggles, grabbed her, and dragged her down the corridor to the dreaded torture chamber. Lying strapped to a table, Justine looked on in fear as Veritasa brought a soldering iron close to her face. "Here, Justine Aitel, feel this!" he said and touched the iron to her cheek. She let out a cry and turned her head away, but the iron was cold. "Oh," laughed the monster, "I guess I forgot to plug it in. Well, let's take care of that!" And so saying, he plugged the iron into a wall socket. He picked up the iron and held it near Justine's face. "Look at it, Justine Aitel, can't you feel it heating up? Soon, it will be doing it's work on your body... soon you will feel the pain from this simple device! Very, very soon, my pretty, this device, which is oh so small, will be causing you quite a great deal of pain. Can you imagine the pain you'll be feeling? Ha-ha-ha!" Justine was awash in fear as the monster taunted her. She lay in her bonds, squirming, trembling, visibly trembling in terror as Veritasa taunted her. "Think it's hot enough? Let's see!" said Veritasa as he brought the iron near her breast. Justine could feel the heat approaching her flesh and began to beg. "No, don't do that, no no don't no nooooAAAAAAH!!! AAAHHHH!! NOOOO!!! OH GOD!!!" The pain of the burn was excruciating. Veritasa moved the iron to her armpit, which was already wet with sweat, and burned her. Justine shrieked in agony as the iron worked its torture on her. The iron was small, so it left only the tiniest mark on Justine's body as it burned. This was deliberate on the part of Veritasa -- he wanted to preserve her beauty for a little while longer at least. "No, please no more I can't staaAAAAAAAHHHHND!! AAAHH!! OH GOD OH GOOOOAAAAAAAAHHH!! AAAHHH!!" Veritasa used the iron on her stomach, inside her belly button, on her breasts. He tweaked Justine's lovely brown nipple, and then placed the burning iron directly on it. "AAAAHHH!!! NOOOOO!!! AAAHHHH!!!" Justine's screams were music to Al Huger's ears. The sight of this lovely naked girl squirming in agony filled him with joy. Justine shrieked and screamed and writhed and begged for mercy. Veritasa went to Justine's beautiful legs and burned the inside of her thighs. Then her went to her bare foot. He began to stroke her lovely, naked foot. Justine twisted her foot and wiggled her toes, trying to keep her sensitive foot away from the monster. Veritasa grabbed her foot and placed the iron right in the center of her tender sole. "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH NOOOO AAAHHHH EEEEEIIII NO MOOORE STOOOOOP!" the miserable girl screamed in pain, desperately trying to twist her foot away from the monster. Veritasa grabbed her foot and held it firmly so the toes were pointed towards him. He grabbed her foot and held her middle toe securely. He took the iron and placed it directly under the nail and held it there. Pain shot through Justine like she had never felt before. "AAAAHHHHH!!" The most piteous and loud scream yet escaped her throat and she strained wildly at the straps, thrashing her head, trying, desperately trying to move her toe away from the pain giving iron, but still Veritasa held the iron to her lovely toe. Justine's delicate toenail began to turn brown, and Justine's screams finally gave way to silence as, overwhelmed by suffering, she passed out. Cold water splashed onto Justine's pretty face and she awoke slowly. As soon as she awoke, a Putty grabbed her head and held it firm with its steely grip. Veritasa was standing over her and grabbed her cheeks with his left hand, holding her head firmly. He carefully squeezed the sides of her mouth until her mouth opened, and then he put his fingers over her jaw and held her mouth open. Justine hardly struggled -- she was so weak she let the monster do what he wanted. At least, she thought, he's not hurting me now. Then Veritasa lifted a shining instrument and held it before her eyes, and Justine began to squeal. She struggled gamely to move her head or to close her mouth, but the Putty held her head firmly and Veritasa's strong fingers held her mouth open. The dentist's drill which was in Veritasa's hands whirred to life, and the sound sent a bolt of horror through every fiber of Justine's being. "Now, open wide!" taunted Veritasa and, holding Justine's pretty mouth open, he inserted the drill into her mouth. Muffled pleas for mercy escaped the miserable girl's mouth, which turned to screams of the purest agony as the drill cut into one of her teeth. Steam rose from the tooth that Veritasa was drilling, and Justine screamed and screamed in pain. Veritasa was, of course, a master, and he drilled with excruciating slowness into the girl's tooth. Justine's pain was beyond belief, she thought she may go insane, or that her throat would be ripped raw from the screams that came from it, until finally, Veritasa had drilled through the enamel of her tooth and drilled directly into the nerve of the tooth. Justine's body was racked with an intense bolt of agony and she mercifully passed out. Cold water brought Justine back to the living Hell she was now in. Her tooth throbbed intensely, and as she lay strapped to the table, she closed her eyes and rolled her head back and forth. I can't stand anymore, she thought. She just wanted to die, please God let me die, anything to stop the horrible torture. She then felt Veritasa playing around with her crotch. Justine opened her eyes and saw that the creature held a single wire in his hands. He inserted the wire deep into her urethra. "OH MY GOD" gasped Justine as she felt the wire invade of this most private of holes. Then her crotch exploded, as Veritasa flipped a switch and electric shocks coursed through Justine's most sensitive areas. Justine screamed and thrashed as this unexpected agony raced through her. But Veritasa was far from done with Justine's lovely crotch -- when the shocks stopped, she saw that he held both the soldering iron and the electroprod in his hands. "OH PLEASE! NO PLEASE I CAN'T STAND ANYMORE I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST NO MORE PLEASE NO MO.. AAAAHHH!! AAAAAHHH!!! OH GOD! OH GOD AAAAHHH OH NO AAAHHH!!" Veritasa worked on Justine's clitoris and the lips of her cunt with both the electric prod and the soldering iron, and this these areas had been tortured previously with the whip and electric shocks, they were even more sensitive to pain than usual. Each new abuse of Justine's sensitive genitals caused shrieks of pain to emanate from the miserable girl's throat and echo against the walls. And, of course, Al Huger was a happy observer to the torture scenes, always mixing his hideous laughter with Justine's screams of pain and unanswered cries for mercy. Justine lay on the table, panting and gasping. Sweat dripped down the entire length of her body. Her small but shapely breasts heaved as she sucked in all the air she could get. In the haze of agony that was her very being, now, she heard Veritasa called her name. "Justine Aitel," he intoned. "See what I've got for you now." She turned to look at the monster, and she gasped in horror and began to pull wildly at her bonds. Veritasa was standing before her, and had removed the "clothing" that had covered the monster's crotch. A huge, bluish penis jutted from there. It was gigantic, a hideous permutation of what Veritasa knew a male organ to be. Justine thrashed and struggled like a wild woman, for she knew what was in store for her. She was a virgin, of course, but she knew about the "facts of life." She was starting to think that Sinan, or maybe Nicolas, would be her first. Not this monster. But even more terrifying than the thought of being violated by the monster was the size of the creature's member. Justine was sure she wasn't going to be able to stand it, it couldn't possibly be able to fit inside her, and besides, Veritasa has spent much of the past few days torturing her genitals so they were aflame with agony as is, so she could only shudder at the thought of what they would feel like with the monster's member inside her. Veritasa approached her, and in the background she could see that Al Huger was watching, and savoring, every second. "No, please no no no you can't no please no no.." whimpered Justine as the monster mounted her naked, bound body. Soon its face was right in front of hers, and he lay on top of her. "No, you can't no no please please God have mercy no please no oh God oh God oh God.. oh noooooo! OOOH! OOHHHHH!!!" She felt the tip of his cock push at the lips of her punished cunt. Pain shot through her as the burns and shocks were rubbed by the tip of his cock. Then, with one mighty shove, Veritasa rammed the giant cock into Justine's cunt, tearing through the hymen, and began to pump back and forth. Justine put her head back and screamed a scream of such pure pain and terror that Al Huger thought he might die from pleasure. Justine's cunt was so punished that the pumping of Veritasa cock inside her caused waves of unmentionable agony to shoot through her entire body. Combine the pain with the mental anguish Justine felt and you have a most exquisite torture. Veritasa pumped and pumped and pumped and Justine screamed and screamed and screamed. She felt like his cock was tearing her apart, that he was splitting her wide open and tearing her limb from limb. There was nothing else in her life but the giant, hideous cock rubbing inside her tortured cunt and the agonizing, relentless pain. Al Huger leaned in close to the suffering girl's face and began to laugh and taunt her. "Suffer, Justine Aitel! Feel the pain! Ah, ha ha ha ha!" Huger's monstrous laughter continued, mixing with Justine's screams that continued to ring off the walls of the torture chamber as Veritasa continued to pump inside her. Veritasa, of course, could not ejaculate (the rape was simply something he felt would be an effective torture, and it was), so he simply continued to pump inside her until he felt she had reached the limit of her pain endurance. And when that happened, he removed himself from her cunt. Justine's screams stopped and she collapsed back on the table. Through her tears and the pain, she heard Veritasa say "Turn her over." She could feel herself being held down and turned over, so she was bound face down, with her smooth, perfectly shaped ass sticking up. Veritasa went before Justine's tear streaked face. He held the dreaded electric prod in his hand. Justine whimpered at the sight of the prod. "Remember this?" taunted Veritasa. "Where can I use it now? Where, oh where?" he continued, standing up and walking towards Justine's ass. She couldn't see where he was going, but she gasped in terror as she felt him fondle her ass. Then, to her complete horror, she felt the probe enter her asshole. Veritasa slid the prod as deep into Justine's anus as it would go. "Ready, my dear?" he laughed. "No, don't!" cried Justine. "Please don't oh pleAAAAAIIIEEEEHHH!!! AAAAHHH!!! AAAAHHH!! AAAEEEIII!!!" The pain of the electric shock coursing through Justine's tender anus was as intense as anything she had yet endured. Veritasa kept it up for a long time, until Justine was on the verge of passing out. Then the shock suddenly stopped. Justine lay face down, praying that it was finally over, when she felt Veritasa on her back. She could feel his giant cock rubbing against her anus, and she went wild. She struggled and screamed and thrashed and begged. But she felt the monster's hands grip her buttocks, and with a mighty push the tip of his cock entered her ass. Justine's eyes bugged open as her asshole stretched to receive the end of Veritasa's cock. The pain was so great that it took Justine by surprise and she didn't even scream, just gasp. "Oh, GOD! OH GOD! NO NO !! NO! NO! OH NOOOO!! AAAHH!! AAAIIEEE!! AHHH! PLEEAASE NO NO DON'T AAAHHHHH!!!" She couldn't believe that her narrow anus would be able to fit the creature's cock, it just couldn't fit! Veritasa slowly pushed his giant cock inside Justine's ass as Huger roared with laughter. Each inch the creature's member entered into the lovely girl's ass increase Justine's pain to a level she didn't think possible. "It can't fit" thought Justine through her terror. It was going to tear her apart, she would split open! He pushed and pushed until he was finally fully inside her. She struggled desperately, trying to expel the monstrous cock from her ass, but to no avail. Then he started to pump and pump and pump. Justine's screams of agony and terror were truly pitiful to behold -- she twisted and writhed and drooled and screamed and begged and cried... her life had become pain and humiliation and terror -- there was nothing else but the horrible feeling of the cock in her ass, the humiliation, the horrible sound of Huger's joyous laughter, and the intense, searing, unbearable pain... She prayed for death, anything ANYTHING but what was happening to her now! Finally, mercifully, after what seemed an eternity to the helpless suffering girl, pure pain overwhelmed her senses and she passed out. Veritasa decided she had had enough for the day, and she was sent back to her cage. Chapter 6 -- Can She Stand Any More? Back at the command center, Nicolas and Alberts continue to scan computer readouts hoping to find Justine's position. Meanwhile, the other Immunitysec employees paced the floors. Sinan walked over to Nicolas. "Any luck?" "Negative, " the aspie faggot responded. "Despite our hopes that Huger's last transmission would have given us an opening with which to divine his coordinates, we have met with unmitigated failure thus far. But we have some more ideas, and we'll continue." Dave spent most of the past days crying, but now he was under control. "Nicolas, can you show us how she is? Can you show us what's happening to her now?" The gaze of Nicolas looked down on his comrades. "It is best if you don't know. Huger is looking for Justine's fate to dishearten and break up Immunitysec. We must continue our efforts to find her and rescue her..." "No," interrupted Sinan. "We need to know." Everyone agreed. "But it is horrible, even more horrible than before." "We need to know," said Dave, and the other nodded their agreement. "Then look into the viewing globe, but be prepared for what you see," intoned Nicolas. They looked in the globe, but only for a second, because that was all they could stand. The scene displayed was Justine being fucked by Veritasa. Justine was screaming in pain, and Al Huger was leaning close to the girl's face and was laughing and taunting her. "STOP IT!" screamed Dave and the image faded, and Dave collapsed into great, wailing tears. "Oh, God, Justine..." Dave cried. The others were just silent as the image confirmed their worst fears, and they wondered, in horror, what could possibly happen next to their poor beautiful friend... Consumed in agony, Justine lay in her cage waiting for the inevitable entry of the Symantec interns to take her back for more torturing. She was certain she couldn't stand any more, and wasn't sure her friends would be able to get to her in time. Her plan was simple -- she would give up. Al Huger obviously wanted her to stop being a researcher, and wanted to stop the others from being researchers as well. And she'd give it to him. Willingly. Suddenly, as she lay in the cage, the commotion started and the Symantec interns entered the room. The door to her cage was flung open, and two Symantec interns grabbed her by the arms. Before her she saw Al Huger, in all his infamous glory. With a mighty effort, she tore free from the Symantec interns and threw herself at the Lord's feet. The Symantec interns went to grab her but Huger waved them off, and listened to what the miserable girl was saying. "Please, Al Huger, please, I can't take anymore, please I'll do anything, please no more, I'll do anything please please please I'll give up being an independent researcher I swear I will please no more no more..." whimpered the battered girl. All resistance was gone, she felt she couldn't stand another session of torture. Al Huger lifted her head to face him. "You'll give up being a security researcher?" he asked. "And you'll convince the other to give up as well?" "Yes!" cried Justine, hope swelling up inside her. "I will! I swear I will!" "Very well, then, Justine Aitel," said Huger. "Perhaps I have achieved my purpose here. Symantec interns! Follow me!" Justine's face lit up with hope as the Symantec interns grabbed Justine. They followed Huger down the now familiar corridor and Justine began to tremble. Soon, the door to the torture chamber was in sight, and Justine's knees buckled at the sight of it. But they walked right past it! Justine had never felt such joy in her life! She almost choked with pleasure, it was going to work! It was going to work! He was going to let her go! Tears of joy filled her eyes, and they finally came to a door she hadn't seen before. Probably the way out, she thought. Huger opened the door and, with a flourish, bade her enter. The Symantec interns dragged her inside, and as she entered the room she threw back her head and screamed. Before her stood Veritasa and the torture chamber. Huger had simply brought her to another door to the same horrible room. Justine looked to Huger, who was savoring her misery. "NOO!! Please, Huger, just kill me. You've always wanted to kill us, so just kill me, kill me, for God's sake, just kill me and be done with it!" cried the terror stricken girl. Huger walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair and put his face close to hers. His words filled her with dread as he said, "Kill you? My dear Justine Aitel, my pretty Justine, before now that's what I wanted more than anything, to see you dead. but now I feel decidedly differently. Right now there's nothing I want more than for you to be alive -- alive so that you can suffer and feel the pain that we've planned for you. Ha ha ha ha ha!" Veritasa approached her with a syringe. "No, no, no..." struggled Justine, unable to twist free of the Symantec interns, as the needle entered her arm. She moaned softly as Veritasa pumped the liquid into her. It burned slightly. The Symantec interns dragged Justine over to a table and began securing her to the table with straps, and as they did, Veritasa turned to Huger and explained "That was a stimulant. Today we begin tortures that are far more painful than what we've done previously, I want to make sure that she stays awake long enough to fully appreciate them." "So, it will increase the intensity of her suffering?" gloated Huger. "Excellent!" "Of course, " continued Veritasa, "it will not keep her awake constantly. I figure we will many times reach a level of pain which will cause her to pass out. But the stimulant should allow her to withstand significantly more pain than without it, and will minimize the chance that she will go into shock. This is especially important since today we begin serious mutilations." Bound to the table, Justine looked around in terror. Next to her was a brazier filled with red hot coals. She could feel the heat emanate from the brazier. Veritasa lifted a poker from the coals and brought it near Justine's face. Her eyes went wide with terror. Veritasa slowly brings the iron closer to Justine's armpit. "Oh, God, no no no please no you can't no no AAAHHH!! AAEEII!! AAAHHH!! NO MOOOORE!! AAAHHHH!" The iron sizzled as it burned Justine's delicate armpit. Veritasa removed the iron -- it left a charred burn mark where it had been. He walked to her other armpit, but stopped at her forearm and put the burning iron on Justine's forearm. "AAAHHH!! AAAIIIEEEHH!!" Shrieks of pain were torn from the helpless girls' throat. The burning iron is brought near her tender thighs. "OH GOD NO MORE NO MOOOOOO... AAAHHH!!! AAAHHH!!! NOO!! STOOOOPP!! AAAEEIII!! AAHHH!!!!" Justine was burned several times on her thighs, on her side, her arms, her stomach... Justine screamed and screamed and screamed in agony as Veritasa continued to burn her flesh. Veritasa then grabbed Justine's left breast and squeezed it, causing the nipple to stand out. Justine's screams ceased and she looked in horror at her sensitive breast being squeezed in the monster's hand. Veritasa brought the iron close to her nipple. Justine could feel the heat approaching her nipple and began to whimper. "Oh, God no I'll do anything please no please no more please God mercy no no no no more please don't hurt me anymore please I can't stand it pleEEEEAAAAAHHH!" Veritasa placed the sizzling iron on the tip of her nipple, and Justine's body arched in agony as her screams resumed. Her then leaned over to the other breast, and despite the girl's pitiful pleas for mercy, burned the tip of her other tender nipple the same way. "AAAAHHH!! AAAEEEIIII!!!" Justine thrashed in her bonds as the screams of agony poured from her throat. "AAAAHHH!!! AAAHHH!! NO NO NO NO MORE NO MORE NO STOP PLEASE STOP NO MO-AAAAHHH! AAAAAHHHHH!!!" Justine's screams of agony were music to Huger's ears. Veritasa put the iron down, and Justine stopped twisting and screaming and lay panting in her bonds. Sweat dripped down her entire body, her throat was parched from screaming. She couldn't believe that she hadn't passed out yet, since the pain seemed even more excruciating than before. Of course, it was the stimulant doing its work on her. Veritasa rolled a table next to her bare stomach. On the table were some scalpels and some different types of pliers. Turning to John Thompson, who had been watching the torture, he commanded "Hold her head -- make her watch!" The winged monkey nodded and strolled to Justine's pretty head. He grabbed it in his strong hands and lifted it so that she had a clear view of her smooth, firm stomach. Veritasa lifted the scalpel and held it lovingly before Justine's terrified eyes. "Oh, my God..." whimpered the terrified girl, "What are you going to do? Please don't hurt me anymore, I'll tell you anything you want I'll do anything please please I can't stand anymore plea...." Her voice trailed off into great sobs. Huger approached the miserable girl. "But, my dear, we won't need to know anything!' tainted the horrible creature. "All we want from you is for you to suffer. And I think Veritasa is going to make sure that happens! Ha-ha-ha-ha!!" With Huger's horrible laughter filling her ears, Justine moaned, closed her eyes, and tried to turn her head away, but John Thompson held her head firmly and screamed in her ear "WATCH, Justine Aitel! HA-HA-HA!!" Her eyes popped open and she saw Veritasa holding the scalpel near her stomach. "NO!!! NO!! OH GOD NO!! DON'T!! PLEASE NO NO NO NOOOOOOO!!! AAAAHHH!!! AAAIIIEEE!!!" Veritasa carefully made a pair of parallel cuts about an inch apart, delicately slicing through all the layers of Justine's skin. Justine's shrieked in agony as he cut. He then connected on end of the cuts with another slice. He then used the scalpel to loosen the very end of the cut so her could grab the skin with a pair of pliers. He waited until Justine's screams died down to pitiful whimpers. He then chanted, "Justine! Look down here!" John Thompson held her head so she couldn't turn away, and she looked with horror filled eyes at Veritasa, holding the end of the flap of skin with the pliers. "OH GOD NO!!!" cried Justine, and then pain the likes of which she couldn't believe possible tore through her stomach, for Veritasa began to pull, and pulled the flap of skin off with quick jerks. Justine screamed and screamed and screamed. Once Veritasa had removed the skin, he covered the exposed flesh with a painful, but effective, antiseptic to prevent too much infection. Then he let Justine rest for a few moments, to regain some of her strength for the next ordeal. Veritasa took a pair of pliers and the soldering iron and went to the end of the table, where Justine's pretty feet were bound and helpless, ready for whatever torture was prepared for them. Veritasa began to stroke her feet and play with her toes. Justine began to twitch her feet and wiggle her toes, trying to move them away from Veritasa's hands. Veritasa grabbed her left foot and held it firmly. Justine began to gasp, breaths coming in short bursts as she tried to brace herself for whatever horror was to come. Veritasa took the pliers, push them against the end of the little toe on her left foot and firmly grabbed the tiny nail. Justine could feel the cold steel on the end of her toe and began to whimper, "Oh, God, oh God no God no please... aaahh! AAAHHH! OH GOOOODDDD!!! NOOOOO!!! AAAAEEEIII!!!" Veritasa had reached around and immobilized her lovely toe and then, with a quick jerk, wrenched the tiny toenail out. He held the toenail up and showed it to Justine who was screaming in pain. Holding the nail in front of the quivering girl's face, he taunted, "Now, for number two!" He went back to her left foot and went to the next toe. Justine's pitiful attempts to wiggle her toe away from the pliers were humorous to Veritasa and Huger, and this time, instead of wrenching the nail out, Veritasa pulled with exquisite slowness until the nail was removed. Justine's agony was unbelievable, she screamed and screamed. Veritasa then removed the next two toenails on her left foot in much the same fashion, grabbing them with the pliers and slowly, exquisitely slowly, pulling them out. "OH GOD NO NO AAAHHH!! AAAHHH!!! PLEEAAASSEE NO MORE NO MORE AAAHHH!" Justine's couldn't believe the pain she was feeling. Her screams and pleas were more pathetic then ever. She thought several times during her suffering that she must surely faint, she surely couldn't physically stand the agony, but the stimulant that Veritasa had given her was keeping her awake, and ready for pain. Veritasa then took the soldering iron, and slowly used it to burn the exposed beds where Justine's toenails used to be. Besides causing excruciating agony to the miserable girl, it also staunched the flow of blood. Now all that was left on her left foot was the big toe nail. Veritasa took a metal nail file, like the one Justine used to use to file her nails, and, laying it flat, began to slide it under her big toenail. Justine began to shriek and scream hideously as the pain shot through her nubile young body. Once the file had started to make its way under her toenail, Veritasa took a small hammer and began to slowly tap the end of the file, continuing to drive it under the nail. Justine had been shrieking and twisting in pain up until now, but when Veritasa started driving the file deep under her toenail, Justine really began to go out of her mind. Words could not describe the agony she was feeling, nor the pitiful screams that came from her ravaged throat. Once the file was deep under the nail, Veritasa grabbed her toe, and pushed down on the file, until Justine toenail began to pop up out of its socket. Justine's screams increased and were so loud it almost seemed the room was shaking from them. Once the nail was popped up a little, Veritasa grabbed it with the pliers and jerked it out. The pain so overwhelmed Justine that she gasped, her screams captured in her throat and then, despite the stimulant, passed out in a dead faint. Cold water and smelling salts bring Justine back to life. "I'm glad you're back, Justine Aitel," taunted Al Huger as he stood over her bound naked body. "We've got so much more planned for you, and I'd hate for you to miss it!" Justine's voice was raspy, the pain overwhelming her very being. "Please no more, Huger, please I'll do anything no more no more kill me just let me die no more please no more... OH GOD!" Justine felt Veritasa fondling her right foot. She desperate struggled, twisting her foot and wiggling her toes in an almost comical attempt to escape. To add to the monsters's mirth, Veritasa pretended to not be able to grab her foot, which made Huger roar with laughter. But then Veritasa grabbed her bare foot, and Justine began to cry and whimper, for she knew what was next. She screamed and screamed as the monster removed her toenails. Each of her smaller toes were immobilized, and the monster grabbed the tiny nails and slowly pulled them out. Justine's screams were beyond words -- she truly thought she was going to go insane with agony. But Veritasa had a few new tricks for the helpless girl. After removing the toenail from the fourth toe, the one next to the little toe, he grabbed her lovely toe with the pliers and began to squeeze and twist. Waves of pain were sent through Justine's entire body as she heard a tiny crack when he broke the toe. The removal of the toenail from the middle toe, pulled out of its socket with excruciating slowness, followed immediately. Justine continued to scream, begging for mercy, pleasing for them to stop the torture. Then the next toenail was pulled from Justine's lovely supple toe. For the big toe on her right foot, Veritasa once again drove the nail file under the toenail. Justine's screamed and screamed and screamed as he tapped the file under the delicate toenail. But this time, he pushed down on the file and continued to do so until the nail completely popped out of its socket. Then he immediately burned the exposed beds, where delicate, lovely toenails used to sit, with the soldering iron. Justine had virtually screamed herself hoarse. She screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed. Never had she ever felt such pain in her life. And the stimulant, doing its hideous work, kept her awake and attentive during her entire ordeal. Huger is in ecstasy as he watches the independent researcher suffer. Justine is allowed to rest again, for a short while, to recover her strength, while Veritasa prepares the next ordeal. While Justine is writhing and moaning and whimpering, Veritasa goes to her hands and straps them securely to the table. Then he calls to John Thompson to hold her head so she can watch what he's going to do to her hands. He sits at her left hand, and John Thompson holds her head in that direction. Justine, miserable and unable to resist, watches helplessly as Veritasa approaches her hand. He grabs the little finger on her left hand, takes the pliers, and slowly removes the fingernail. Justine's shrieks of pain start anew. He then takes the scalpel and slices through the layers of skin at the base of the finger, and slowly peels the skin off. Justine's screams of pain were incredible -- in a sense, Huger was amazed that the girl could still scream that loudly. But the pain was overwhelming everything else in Justine's being, she was literally consumed in agony. Veritasa then took a knife and began to scrape away the flesh from her finger. Justine couldn't believe the agony as he took the knife to the exposed flesh. Finally, as the bone of her finger began to show through, Veritasa took a large clipper and snipped off her finger near the knuckle. Quickly, he took a red hot poker and burned the exposed segment, cauterizing the wound to prevent the loss of too much blood. Justine, being kept awake by the stimulant, screamed herself hoarse, and then finally the pain and shock overtook even the stimulant's power and she passed out. Once again, she was revived with cold water, and she lay in her bonds, shaking in agony, whimpering pitiful pleas for mercy. Al Huger was, as always, watching the proceedings with the keenest of interests, laughed with glee as Justine's suffering hit new heights. He decided it was time to share his joy with others. The command center was full of activity. Nicolas and Alberts continued to scan printouts trying to locate Justine, and the other independent researchers paced the floor, feeling totally helpless. Then Trini, who had been sitting in a chair trembling, pointed a finger at the side wall. "Look!" she cried, and Immunitysec looked and once again, Justine's image filled the viewing globe. The sight of her ravaged body shocked all Immunitysec into silence, and then the awesome figure of Al Huger filled the globe. "So, independent researchers, look on in horror at your fallen compatriot! The Justine Aitel has been abused and tortured beyond anything you pitiful mortals may have ever envisioned! I am being well revenged! But this is not the end! Oh, no! So long as you remain Immunitysec researchers, each of you will suffer a similar fate. Let's watch and listen and Veritasa works on your delicate friend!" With that, Veritasa went to Justine's right hand and began the slow process of removing the pinkie on that hand. The same hideous routine was used on this hand that was used on the left hand -- Justine's fingernail was pulled out, the skin removed, and the flesh hacked away until finally Justine's finger was snipped off and the open wound cauterized with a sizzling iron. As soon as Justine felt Veritasa's strong hands grip her finger, she began to go crazy. "NO! NO! PLEEAAASE!! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD AAAAHHH!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!! AAAAHH!!! NO NO NO PLEASE GOD NO PLEASE KILL ME KILL ME NO NO AAAHHH!!! AAAHHH!!!" Immunitysec were unable to turn away from the horrible sight of their friend being mutilated before them. As the torture was progressing, Huger filled the image again. He motioned to John Thompson to cover Justine's mouth, to muffle her screams of agony so that he could speak to Immunitysec. "How do you like that? Wouldn't you like to feel Veritasa work his magic on your bodies? Trini, wouldn't you like to replace Justine on the table? And you boys -- look how Veritasa treats the lovely Justine's fingers. Imagine what he's do to your penises and balls, eh? Ha-ha-ha-ha!!! Yes, he'd remove them very, very slowly! Can you imagine the agony as you are slowly castrated? If you remain Immunitysec researchers, all this will happen! Look well upon the fate of the Justine Aitel -- it is up to YOU as to whether you suffer the same fate!!" And with that, his image faded. Immunitysec stood silently in the command center. The sight of Justine's torture and the threats that Huger made to them had stunned them into shocked silence. Sinan tried to speak. "independent researchers, you must be strong. Together we can defeat Huger." Jason tried to speak, but couldn't think of what to say. The remaining independent researchers looked at each other, as Nicloas silently put down the computer printout he had been holding. Meanwhile, back in the torture chamber, Justine had passed out when the red hot iron burned the stump from where her finger had been amputated. Veritasa decided that she had had enough for this session, and she was carried to her cage where she was allowed to rest. She was woken, and was relieved to see that she was in the cage and not in the torture chamber. She felt like her entire body was consumed with agony. Her hands were aflame with pain, and her toes were so full of pain that standing or walking was impossible. After she was fed and watered, she was given a sedative, so that despite the agony that threatened to overwhelm her, she fell fast asleep. Chapter 7 -- The End is Near Justine was awakened by the shaking of her cage. She looked up and saw John Thompson and two Symantec interns. She immediately curled herself up into the fetal position and began to whimper and tremble. She didn't have the strength to fight anymore, and her body still ached horribly from the torture. Her body still hurt where she had been burned, her hands ached where her thumbs had been removed, and the tips of her lucious toes, now bereft of the lovely toenails that used to be there, were aflame with pain. John Thompson and the Symantec interns grabbed her lovely naked body and dragged the whimpering girl down the hall to the torture chamber, where Veritasa and Al Huger awaited their victim's entrance. They held her before Veritasa and Huger -- she needed to be held since standing or walking was pretty much impossible considering the condition of her feet and toes -- and Veritasa took a hypodermic needle and gave her another injection. Today's injection was an even stronger stimulant than the one she had been given yesterday. "No more," whimpered Justine, her voice reduced to a low hoarse by the constant screaming. "Please no more no more please..." Her voice trailed off into sobs. "No more?" roared Huger, grabbing the sobbing girl by the hair. "But we've got so much more planned for you!! Ha-ha-ha-ha!!!" With that, Veritasa motioned to the Symantec interns, and Justine was dragged to a table and securely strapped in. Justine's eyes were filled with terror as she could see Veritasa making arrangements. She couldn't see what he was doing, but every fiber of her being was filled with terror. She then heard a "whooshing" sound, and then Veritasa turned around and Justine's eyes went wide with horror. Veritasa stood before her with a lit blowtorch in his hand. "OH GOD!" cried Justine, unable to even conceive what the torch would do to her delicate flesh. "YOU CAN'T! NO NO NO NO!! OH GOD NO AAAAHHHH!!!" Veritasa swiped the open flame against her armpit and the miserable girl screamed in agony. Veritasa produce stripes of searing agony as he passed the flame over Justine's armpit, arms, and thighs. He then went to the screaming, writhing girl's bare feet. Grabbing her right foot in his hand, he waved the torch over the top of her toes, burning them horribly. Justine's screams were indescribable -- and when Veritasa waved the flame over the top of the toes on her left foot, her screams of agony got even more pitiful. Veritasa gave her a few moments to appreciate the pain, and then her grabbed Justine's naked foot and put the flame on her sole. Justine's agony exceeded anything she had felt before as the torch's flame burned the tender bare sole of her foot. The flame was positioned on every delicate toe, every sensitive crevice of her naked foot -- not a single inch of Justine's beautiful bare foot was neglected. The sole of the foot contains many pain receptors, and the burning had them all aflame. Justine's face was contorted, she almost didn't look human as she screamed and screamed and screamed in pure agony. Finally, what was once a lovely, shapely pink foot was now completely charred black, almost unrecognizable. Only the stimulant kept Justine awake and out of severe shock during the torture, since the pain she was feeling was far beyond what she could endure, and she was still screaming in agony from her foot when Veritasa went to work on her other foot. This one he was a little slower with, to make her appreciate the torture even more. Each toe was slowly burned until it turned from its usual lovely pink color to a charred black. Then her heel was burned to black, and finally her instep and the rest of the sole of her foot. Justine thrashed and twisted, totally consumed with agony. There was nothing else in her life, it seemed, but pain, pain, and then more pain. Every time she thought there could not possibly be any more pain, that she had felt it all, there seemed to always be a higher leak of pain, a peak past which there could not possibly be any more pain, but then Justine would reach that point and yet there would still be more pain and more pain... Veritasa and Al Huger stood back and admired Veritasa's work. Justine's mutilation was proceeding nicely. Justine was allowed to rest for a short while. Her screams died down to whimpers and gasps, and she lay on the table, moaning in misery. Her feet were two balls of pure agony, she almost couldn't think, but she snapped back to life when she felt Veritasa strong hands grab her right hand. "NO!!!" she shrieked as her held her hand firmly and grabbed hold of the fingernail on her ring finger. With a firm yank the nail was removed, and shrieks of pain tore from Justine's throat. The nail of her middle finger was next, and after that he grabbed her middle finger with the pliers and twisted it back until the bone snapped and her finger was bending backwards towards the back of her hand. Justine's screamed in agony, and her screams continued as Veritasa removed the nails from her index finger and thumb. Examining the lovely girl's mutilated hands, Veritasa decided to torture her hands more, so with the pliers he broke the three remaining fingers on her hand. And then it was on to her left hand. Justine's thrashing and screaming continued, and didn't abate when Veritasa removed the fingernails from the remaining fingers on her left hand. However, on this hand he took a pair of clippers and snipped off her fingers. Of course, Veritasa made the amputations last a while -- he snipped each finger at each joint, so it took two or three snips to completely remove each digit. Then he cauterized the stumps with a hot iron. Pain almost overwhelmed the effects of the stimulant being use on Justine, and she began to go faint. In order to prevent this, the torture was stopped, and Justine was given some water and allowed to rest for an hour or so. During this time, she was given another shot of the stimulant. She would need it for what Veritasa had planned for her. Justine lay panting on the table, still securely strapped in. Veritasa approached her naked body, and she began to gasp and tremble. Her voice was a low rasp, reduced to this by the enormity of her pain. "Please... no more... no more.. oh God please no more..." the pitiful girl whimpered. Her lip trembled and she shook with fear as Veritasa began fondling her right breast, tweaking the delicate, brown nipple. "Let's rough things up a bit," taunted Veritasa and he took a piece of sandpaper and began to rub it on Justine's nipple. At first, the pain wasn't that bad, but shortly the rough paper scraping away at the exposed flesh of the nipple sent waves of pain through Justine. She began to thrash and moan, but Veritasa continued to run and rub until her nipple was a mass of blood and exposed flesh. Putting down the sandpaper, he picked up a scalpel, and before Justine's horrified eyes carefully cut a circle around the nipple, slicing through the layers of skin. "NO!!! PLEASE!! NO OH GOD OH GOD!!!" cried the terrified girl as Veritasa sliced down from the nipple to the base of her breast, making six slices so that if one looked down on her breast the slices made it look like a pizza. Veritasa sliced very carefully, only cutting through the layers of skin. He then, using a pair of pliers, grabbed a flap of skin next to the nipple. He began to pull, and as he pulled the skin, he carefully ran the scalpel where the skin met her flesh, delicately removing the skin. Words cannot describe Justine's pain as each of the six flaps were removed, skinning her breast, nor could words describe Al Huger's joy at this newest mutilation. Veritasa then began the slow process of removing her breast. Veritasa worked with exquisite slowness -- using the scalpel, he removed a chunk from Justine's breast and then would burn the exposed wound with a burning iron to minimize the flow of blood. Justine's agony truly surpassed anything imaginable -- the pain had gotten so great she could no longer scream, her mouth was wide open in soundless agony, her beautiful face contorted. It took Veritasa a long time, but finally, the breast was removed. Justine had almost gone insane, the pain had replaced everything else in her life, there was just pain and pain and more pain. And then Veritasa went to her remaining breast. Once again, six slices are cut down the side of the shapely breast. But this time, Veritasa works UP from her torso to the nipple, removing the flaps of skin but leaving them attached at the nipple. Justine thrashed and squirmed and cried out -- the agony had far exceeded her capacity to withstand the pain, and only the powerful stimulant kept her awake and alert. Once the flaps had been removed, Veritasa grabbed them and pulled them up. With a tearing sound, and an almost inhuman shriek of pain from Justine, Veritasa pulled off the flaps of skin and Justine's lovely nipple came with it. Immediately, Veritasa took a handful of salt and rubbed it into the exposed flesh of her breast. Then he took a garden claw, and sank the teeth of the claw deep into Justine's breast. Justine's cries of agony continued as he pulled up, ripping her breast apart and leaving only shreds of flesh where a lovely, firm young breast once stood. Justine was thrashing in agony, and Veritasa once again took up the torch and used the flame to burn the remnants of Justine's breast to stop the bleeding. Continuing to torture Justine, Veritasa then went to her crotch. Finding her clitoris, Veritasa brings the sizzling iron to play on the sensitive organ. After he had burned the delicate organ, causing more excruciating pain for the helpless writhing girl, Veritasa takes a fishing hook, which has strong string attached to it, and carefully slides the hook through the clitoris. Justine's face was contorted beyond recognition as she twisted in hideous agony. Veritasa held the thread up, causing the clitoris to stretch. Finally, Veritasa gave it one strong jerk and the hook tore through the delicate organ. Justine's body was consumed with agony as blood began to spurt from her mutilated clitoris. Her agony was increased as Veritasa cauterized the wound by burning her mutilated organ with a red hot poker, and then, Veritasa spread the lips of her vulva and with one strong move, pushed the red, hot sizzling iron into Justine's cunt. Justine went stiff with agony and then, despite the stimulant, passed out. Cold water brings Justine back to her senses. Al Huger is standing over her, laughing. "Welcome back, my dear" gloated the monster. "Look what's next for you! Ha-ha-ha!" Justine looked at Veritasa and saw that once again, the monster's cock was protruding. But this time, Justine noticed that the cock was rough. Indeed, Veritasa had changed his cock to be have a surface much like sandpaper. Veritasa mounted Justine's body, and as soon as the tip of the rough cock touched Justine's ravaged cunt, she began to scream in agony -- well, scream is probably the wrong word. Justine's throat was torn raw from her screams, so just gasps of pure anguish came out of her throat. Veritasa continued to pump away, each thrust mutilating Justine's already despoiled genitals. Blood came out with each thrust, and Al Huger was loving every second. Justine's head was twisting from side to side, but Veritasa grabbed it and held it firm. While he was fucking her, he began to snip away her right ear, piece by piece. By the time he had finished removing her ear, Justine's struggles were beginning to fade. She was beginning to fade, and since he had one more torture session left for her, Veritasa quickly unmounted her and turned her over on her stomach. On her back, Veritasa rams the sizzling iron deep into her ass. By this time, Justine was almost gone, and the indescribable agony the burning sent through her caused her body to jerk. Veritasa mounted her and forced his rough cock into her asshole. A cry of pain escaped her mouth, and Huger grabbed her by the head and held his head close to her suffering face. "Do you have anything to say, Justine Aitel? Any special thoughts?" Justine tried to speak, but the agony that was her entire life prevented any intelligible sound from escaping her lips. Veritasa continued to fuck her ass, and the pain was too much for her to bear. "Well," taunted Huger, "since you have nothing more to say, let's make sure you have nothing more to say!" And with that, Veritasa grabbed Justine's tongue and sliced a good chunk of it off. Now blood was gushing from her mouth, her cunt, and her ass. Huger looked into the miserable girl's face and began to laugh. Laugh a horrible laughter of sadism and evil joy. With the laughter ringing in her ears, Justine's body gave a couple of convulsions and then was still. Veritasa stands up, and he and Huger look over the ravaged body of the Justine Aitel. "She has gone into severe shock, my Lord. Soon she will die. We could try some more stimulant, although it may not work, and try to boil her in her own blood. That way we could try to squeeze the last bit of pain out of her." "No," said Huger, as his eyes were glued to the naked, mutilated girl who trembled slightly and moaned quietly. "My greatest triumph is yet to come! I have finally become victorious! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!" And with that horrible proclamation, Huger held up his hands, exalting over Justine's tortured frame, and the miserable girl went into convulsions, gave two or three jerks and then was still. Al Huger held up his hands and proclaimed "Behold! The Justine Aitel is dead!" Cries of "Hail, Al Huger!" rang from the hall, as his minions cheered on their leader in his moment of glory. Standing over the mutilated corpse of the girl who once was the Justine Aitel, Huger drank in their praise, and felt ready to take on his rightful place as ruler of the universe! Chapter 8 -- The End of Immunitysec? "I think I may have something!" proclaimed Nicolas, as he and Alberts surveyed the latest series of printouts. "At the least, it gives us a few places to look!" "Way to go Nicolas!" exclaimed Dave. And all the other independent researchers shared his enthusiasm. "Now we'll get Justine and kick some butt!" cried out Sinan, ready for battle. "Let's go now, " said Dave, "I can't stand the thought of poor Kim being there another second." "You got it guys, " said Alberts, and standing up straight, he said "It's is time to overflow Huger's buffer!" But before Immunitysec had a chance to whip out their Immuitysec ID badges, Al Huger's voice filled the hall. "You are too late, Immunitysec researchers! Behold! I give you The Justine Aitel! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" And with that, a flash of light filled the room and Justine's body appeared. Besides the ravaged corpse, Huger also sent all the body parts that had been removed from her, so her toenails, bones and bits of flesh from her fingers, her tongue, the pieces of her ear, and the flesh that was cut from her breasts were littered about and on her body. Justine's pretty face was contorted in agony with her eyes wide open. Blood was all over her, in fact, even though there was no heart to pump it through her body, it continued to seep from her mouth and from several of her wounds. At the sight of Justine's body, Trini collapsed onto the floor in tears, and began to whimper, and Nicolas threw up. There was no doubt what had happened to the poor girl. Alberts began to run around the room chanting "Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi, Justine's been tortured to death! What are we going to do?" And then Huger's voice filled the air and his image filled the viewing globe. "Here is your precious Justine Aitel! And if any of you tries to get in my way again, the same fate will be waiting for you! Our torture chamber seems so lonely now that the Justine Aitel is gone! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!" Silence filled the command center. Even Nicolas didn't know what to say. It took a long time for the other independent researchers to stir. Dave stood up and tried to think straight. "What are we going to tell my parents? What will we tell anybody? My God, look at her! How can we get her buried? Nicolas, what can we do?" Zordon looked down at the crestfallen independent researchers. "There is nothing we can do. We can clearly not let anybody see Justine's body. We must destroy it, and then find a new Justine Aitel to fight Huger." "A new Justine Aitel?!?" cried Dave, regaining his senses. "You just can't REPLACE Justine! And how are you going to prevent the same thing from happening to us? No, I can't do it anymore!" and with that Dave threw down his Immunitysec ID badge and company cell phone and ran from the center. Nicolas could sense that the same thoughts were going through the rest of the independent researcher's minds, and so he spoke. "Go now, rest, and mourn the loss of our dear friend. Later, I will call you back, and if you no longer wish to wear the colors of Immunitysec, I will understand, and we will transfer the power to others." Are Immunitysec finished? Had Al Huger finally won? Or will they regroup and save the world? Stay tuned! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com _______________________________________________ Full-Disclosure - We believe in it. Charter: http://lists.grok.org.uk/full-disclosure-charter.html Hosted and sponsored by Secunia - http://secunia.com/
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