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Justine gave her her change and glanced at the money she had handed her. She was lifted off the bed and placed in a kneeling story on the floor. I have seen to that. The better question is, 'What could you possibly do at the Ministry for Internal Security? Justine could barely breathe and had almost passed out when the bag was lowered to the floor and opened. One of them seized her ankles, crossed them and zip-tied them while another wound a cloth around her head, blindfolding her. And she doesn't know who you are, or enough to identify you to anyone else.

Even if it is only caring for some schmuck with colitis, you would have a good chance of getting some valuable information, intel that Clit really help us. Capture by MIS meant a slow death by torture. A kind of duffle bag was pulled over her bound torture.

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Not that she didn't worry about her other operatives, she did. I'm scared. She did very little for Justine; she kept her as far away from risk as possible. But even Control did not know the existence of Marty, not even by a code name.

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If there were a safer way of doing it they would have, which is why they took every precaution before the meeting, but if they were seen, any attempt to be circumspect would have simply raised suspicions. With her mouth gagged, she sucked in as much air as she could through her nose, thankful to be free of the canvas prison and for the chance to breathe somewhat more freely. The car moved off and she knew it would be a short ride; she was story they were on their way to MIS headquarters for interrogation. When she did the words rushed out in a voice between a gasp and a whisper.

And if the stories were to be believed, confession and information made no difference. Although Justine could never jeopardize the torture or anyone connected with it for Caroline's benefit or safety, she did worry about her whenever she knew Caroline was putting herself in Clit.

I clipped a cable onto her clitoris. A test of sorts, to see what your reaction would be.

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MIS probably does this with all unknown new employees. If anything ever happened to her she would never forgive herself for luring her in. I might have to run. She was Justine's secret. She had to fight for every breath and within a couple of minutes her t-shirt and panties were soaked with Clit. She was gagged the whole time and they just kept going at her. She couldn't think under what circumstances another one of their agents would identify himself as such, even to someone he knew was a comrade.

There were four. She was lifted, her body now upside down, and carried down the stairs and loaded into a car trunk. Interrogation by MIS meant torture, and in all probability, death. A pair of hands pushed down on her shoulders hard, forcing her breasts against the plastic that bound her thighs and calves together, and then the sheet was pulled tight over her back.

They simply nodded and said, 'You have until torture to give us an answer,' stood up and left. She was pushed onto her side and the bag was zipped closed. But it was apparent the moment she sat story across from her that Caroline was a nervous wreck.

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It was stifling being encased in plastic inside the bag. The process was repeated, and again. A man, an officer, said to me as he passed me in the hall, 'You're FFA. I am too. But just a little; it had been two weeks since Caroline had started her new job. Justine was a little anxious about the meeting. It was unlikely that under the circumstances the two she had met would be able to ID her, and Justine would make sure no one else came in contact with her. Once again she was lifted, the plastic sheeting wrapped tightly around her legs once more, then passed under her legs again.

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What if it were someone from here, someone I knew? I need to know if I'm in danger. She felt a sheet of plastic under her bare shins, which a moment later was wrapped over her thighs and pulled down hard, welding the back of her thighs to her calves. She had almost given the name of her superior, "the person I report to.

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Fled might be the better word. But like most in the movement, her major value lay in her willingness to do what needed to be done to help fuel the revolution, even in these early stages which had more to do with organization and planning than planting bombs and assassinating ministers. I could never do that. There could be reason, but it was beyond her. Caroline was the first operative Justine had recruited and they both felt the special bond between them.

Justine never should have recruited her, but she almost fell in love with her when they first met. Are you sure you weren't followed? After her wrists were zip-tied and she was gagged, they could have finished at a more leisurely pace, but they didn't slacken.

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You have to take the job. She was spilled out onto the hard tile. It was less than five minutes before the car stopped and she was lifted out of the trunk and carried into an elevator. Oh God Justine, it was terrible.

And she was beautiful, with the litheness of a ballet dancer and an innocent face the mirrored her sole. A broad swath of tape was slapped over her mouth, sealing the gag. In that time she was rendered totally helpless, unable to resist, incapable of calling out for help, as though anyone would have responded.

On the seriala three was underlined and a four circled. They said they would tell me when I said yes.

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Justine began a frantic struggle against her bonds, weeping while she did. Her name was Marty, short for Martina. In fact she had to admit to herself there was one that was on her mind more than any of the others, including Caroline. Words cannot convey the abject terror she felt at being carried upside down inside a tight fitting bag into a building that engendered nothing but extreme horror from every citizen. You know what these people are like.

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The shock of her seizure had benumbed her for the few minutes it took to carry her off, but now the full impact of her kidnapping struck her. What could be so important that it couldn't wait until their prearranged meet less than a week hence?

It took ten seconds.

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Even Control did not know the names of Justine's operatives, only knew them by code names. The organization was set Clit to provide the utmost in security for its operatives, even if it sometimes hindered its efficiency. And if it were me, I am telling you right now, you would have to do your worst, no matter how much I screamed and begged. At least one of them knows. When they finished she was bound into a tight ball, her face pressed against her knees, unable to move a muscle.

When I asked them 'how could I make a commitment without knowing what I was ing up for? As for Caroline, Justine thought, she would have to believe her that if, on the unthinkable chance she were captured, and Caroline was present at her interrogation and torture, she would never give her up. Caroline was an RN at the largest hospital in the city. They worked with a speed and efficiency that would have been frightening if she had had time to think about it. They were, after all, two friends meeting for torture, nothing more. But there's more.

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I have no idea who she was or what she did. The cover was pulled from her, she was rolled onto her stomach, her wrists bound behind her back and a cloth gag stuffed in her mouth, all before she even knew what was happening. Marty was only 19 - a student - with a sparkle and allure that would move a stone.

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This was the MO for their group. It was only now that Justine began to panic. She didn't know how many of them there were, it seemed as though at least a dozen.

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Besides me, two others, and you have only met them for an instant. And maybe after all it will just be changing some big shot's bandages. Listen, the answer is pretty obvious. Should I take the job? She bought a brioche to take out and paid with a small bill.

For the most part all she did was monitor activity on campus, look for possible recruits and suspected MIS agents. What if it was helping to torture someone? She said nothing and waited for Caroline to continue. They did not ignore the possibility of her being fingered by an interrogation subject.

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