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Insecurity rehash

Pilar got very busy when the updated security wetware arrived during the week.
She eventually found that the patch was too inflexible, and would interfere
on the sim in virtual space, she blurted in frustration;
“No matter what I try, this new Firewall will cause brain lag.”

Eventually she simply turned the barriers off, and arranged things so that
anything that was part of Moira's session was allowed a bypass, while she
then restored the recommended high security for all other circumstances.
Now that she had learned even more of Moira's clever hacking, she modified
a script on her own accord. So that parts of her recent memory would be
blocked, to make the virtual scenario even more convincing.

All this was done without consulting with Moira, as she had no intention to
tell her that the security patch was a result of her own meddling.

When the weekend arrived, Pilar returned to her virtual existence as a prisoner
in the dungeon. She no longer remembered about her working week, neither
their appointment to hold this virtual session. The fact that her firewall had sent
out warnings and recommendations not to accept the scripts that intruded
on her mind also quickly forgotten. With her mind truncated, her desperation
was unabated, as if she had been prisoner down in this basement all the time.

Unhappy, bound and imprisoned, exactly how she wished to be.

L'interrogatrice

$\"Dungeonette\"$

As time passed, Pilar began to take on the appearance of an actual savage in

every detail. Though she was washed each morning, she was never combed

or freshened up in any way. And whenever she was attended to, it was always

done in the most humiliating manner Moira could invent. Pilar was made to roll

around on the floor under the torrent of cold water when she was washed off.

While Moira, dressed in a uniform, would scrub her down with a rough brush

on a long stick.

Moira always emphasized their roles as owner and lowest slave by keeping

her distance in this manner. With uncombed hair, cracked fingernails and

untended appearance Pilar would have been a turn off for anyone except Moira,

who only grew more enthusiastic and made it a point contrasting Pilar's sorry

state by appearing in ever more fanciful dresses and costumes.

This morning was no exception, since Moira once again managed to come up

with something new and unexpected. While she was obviously dressed as a

policewoman, Pilar was at first unable to identify the country of origin.

And she was not given any time for a closer inspection of the insignia as she

was unceremoniously pulled and dragged down the short steps that led to

the part of the dungeon that had been furnished with the most menacing

medieval looking items.

Pilar was chained with her arms stretched straight up so that she was left

standing on the balls of her feet in the middle of the floor.

Moira walked around inspecting Pilar's body, repeatedly hitting her free palm

with a police baton, while she explained the scenario for the day.

“Today we will try something new, though one that will stay in context of your

appearance.”

“You are to play the role of a Pacific native who has been protesting against

the French colonial rule over your Polynesian kingdom.”

“Whereas I as a member of the French SWAT team sécurité have gotten you

in my hands, a subject for interrogation to identity the conspirators and

instigators of the riots that have set the streets on fire.”

Moira, a head taller than Pilar, leaned in close to Pilar's face to ensure she was

paying attention for the instructions of her part of the scene. “I am going to

demand names as part of this roleplay, how you participate is entirely up to you.”

Moira began hitting Pilar's thighs and buttocks with her baton as she continued

to explain what was expected from Pilar. “You have the option of refusing or

to reveal any name, and you can make up as many as you want. But if you

yield to easily, I will reject your suggestion and go to extremes to extract the

truth out of you. So you better act reluctant.”

After Pilar had got battered to the extent she thought would be enough to

satisfy Moira's sadistic taste she attempted to play along, and ended up using

the first French name that came to her mind, with cracked dry lips she

whispered “....Pierre….” her voice cracked. “Pierre Fabré.” Pilar repeated.

Moira refused this suggestion, as she considered the interrogation barely to

have started.

“That's a lie! He's a close friend of mine. He cannot possibly be part of this plot.”

Mora resumed the beating but eventually declared: “I think you're going numb

from this battering, it's best to try something else to coerce a confession.”

Pilar was released from her standing position, and fell limbless to the floor.

Moira ignored this, and wasted no time on checking Pilar's condition.

She released Pilar's cuffed hands from the chain that had pulled her up and

restrained her in a sitting position by locking her cuffs together in front of

Pilar's knees.

A short chain was added locked to the ankle cuffs.

Then Moira inserted a bar with eyebolts under Pilar's knees, while it ended up

above the elbows. This prevented Pilar from any movement, rendering her

inflexible as the joints of her limbs folded around the restraining metal bar.

Moira split the chains that had been used to keep Pilar standing, connecting

the chains to the eyebolt on each end of the metal bar and then heaved her

up swinging.

“The famous Parrot's perch.” Moira mumbled while she tied a rope to the chains

that connected Pilar's wrists and ankle cuff, then added a weight to the end.

Pilar groaned in dismay as she found herself dangling precariously on the joints

of her legs.

Moira resumed her beating, while she walked around Pilar, slapping and whipping

until Pilar's skin turned a uniformly reddish color. Pilar desperately blurted every

name combination she could think of in a rough voice: “Lars Garza, Manuel

Durand, Jimenez....”

Moira silenced Pilar by using the garotte built into the collar.

“Are you attempting to mislead my investigation by inventing false names?” .

With the air cut off, Pilar's face quickly turned red. A moment passed while

Moira studied Pilar's face closely, smiling broadly for the power she held. When the

lever on the collar finally was released, Pilar went into a paroxysm of coughing.

In her desperation to get the violence to stop, Pilar eventually invented two names

that satisfied Moira.

“Oh yes, that sound plausible since those two are PCF members, they will have to

be brought in for interrogation.”

She lowered Pilar to the floor and released her from the bar. Pilar made an attempt

to crawl away across the floor, before Moira could chain her hands on her back again.

Moira sprung into action and pulled a can from her pocket with a flowing motion to

spray pepperspray on Pilar's face. Pilar, now deprived of her vision, abandoned all

attempts to escape and allowed herself to be fettered once more.

She was returned to the box and strapped in place, to wait for Moira's next appearance.

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