The Eyes of Justine (7 page)

             
“Oh!  It’s cold.” 
Justine
’s body jerked as the alloy entered her.  Held rigid, her head didn’t even shake so firmly was she secured.

             
It took a full minute to empty the first syringe.  By that time the real pain had begun.

             
Justine
’s body jerked again as the cool sensation transformed into a creeping burn.  “Oh god…it…it hurts,” she stammered, gasping.  “It really hurts.  Stop it…please…make it stop!”

             
The fire grew stronger. 
Justine
’s pleas ceased, becoming a wordless outrage of torment as she screamed.  Her body bucked upwards against the restraints.  Her hands clenched as she sought to tear free and pluck the pain from her eye, her brain.  Sweat poured from her as the fire consumed her.

             
Roland fought the tears threatening to overwhelm him; fought to ignore the pain he was causing her.  Focusing, he rounded the table; a new syringe plucked from the tray.

             
Despite the excruciating pain ravaging her,
Justine
became aware as Roland lowered the needle to her other eye.

             
“NO!  NO!  PLEASE!  DON’T!” 

             
Roland eased the point into her eye, a repeat of the previous invasion. 
With her struggles and screams distracting him, it took longer to make firm contact with the ocular nerve as her cries reached a piercing wail.

             
“AAAGGHHHHHH!!!!!!” 
Justine
felt her throat tear as she cried in agony.  The fire behind her eyes, raging in her skull grew stronger.  Lifting her hips she bucked wildly in outrage.  The towel wrapping her flew off in her struggles leaving her naked.

             
She didn’t even notice.  Perspiration ran down her sides, along her thighs and over her breasts as the alloy seared through her brain.  She’d never imagined such pain could exist. 
She felt herself going insane with desire to rip her eyes from her head, to tear them out with her own fingers from the sockets.

             
Anything to stop the pain.

             
Dropping the syringe onto the tray, Roland grabbed her shoulders forcing
Justine
back onto the padding; trying to prevent her from tearing free.

             
Her screams deafened him as his tears fell onto her soaking breasts.

             
Justine
screamed once more as a new fire erupted in her head.
Every muscle in her body stretched and tore as she went rigid. 
She saw flashes of angry red and scorching white
starbursts
in her mind. 
She felt a terrible abyss open inside her, an obsidian emptiness at the center of a tormented sea.

             
The
pit
grew spreading wider and wider
as the raging storm overwhelmed her.  She flung herself into the quiet void, escaping the unbearable agony.

             
She awoke in silence and darkness.  The pain was gone as if it had never been.  A heavy pressure squeezed against her eyes.

             
Fumbling she brought her hand upward finding her eyes bound in a soft but unyielding mask.

             
“Shhh…shhhh,” Roland soothed, taking her hand from the bandages.  “You’re okay…it’s alright,” he comforted, holding her hand in his own as he sat on the bed next to her.

             
Justine
’s throat felt raw and torn.  Her voice when she spoke sounded ragged and hoarse.

             
“Did it…did it work?” She moaned.

             
“I don’t know,” Roland confided.  “The bandages are to protect your eyes just in case.  If it did, I was afraid the abrupt restoration would prove painful.  You might be overly sensitive for a while.  Better to take it slow.”

             
Justine
nodded weakly as she took stock of her surroundings.

             
“Where am I?” She asked noting the soft coverings atop her body, the fluffy pillow behind her head.

             
“I moved you into my bed when you lost consciousness.  How do you feel?”

             
“Huh!  Like I went through a meat grinder backwards,”
Justine
groaned.

             
Justine
fell silent for a moment.

             
“Roland?”

             
“Yes?”

             
“Remember when I begged you to stop?”

             
Roland winced as he recalled her agonizing entreaties, “I do.”

             
“Thank you for not listening,”
Justine
forgave with a squeeze of her hand in his.

             
Silent tears erupted in Roland’s eyes as he stared down at her.  A single drop eased onto his cheek as he marveled at the gentle soul she possessed.

             
“Don’t cry,”
Justine
whispered, her free hand rising, wiping the tear from his cheek as it rolled downward.

             
Roland froze in shock.

             
“How did you do that?” Roland whispered.

             
“I…Roland!  I saw it!  Roland!  I can see!  Roland!” 
Justine
lifted upward in a single thrust, her arms going round Roland as she hugged him in a fierce embrace.

             
“It worked!  It worked!  I can see!  I can see everything!”  She shoved herself backward, holding onto his shoulders.  “You have brown hair!” She exclaimed with unrestrained emotion.  “Oh my god!  You’re gorgeous!”

             
Roland laughed at her outburst despite the fear creeping into his heart.  He grabbed her shoulders just as she spun looking around the room.

             
“
Justine
! 
Justine
!  Calm down.  Please, breathe!  Please!” 
Roland pushed her backward onto the bed as she struggled against him weakly, eager to explore her new world.

             
“What!  What’s the matter,” she asked responding to the obvious concern and fear in Roland’s voice.

             
“
Justine
…I…I haven’t removed the bandages yet.”

             
Justine
’s hands flew to her eyes confirming the heavy padding wrapping her eyes.  “Then…how…how…what’
s happening?” 
Justine
voice rose in panic as the implications hit her.  “I saw through the bandages?  Roland!  How…how is that possible?”

             
Roland grasped both her hands in his as he thought furiously.  “It’s the nanoalloy.  It was designed to conduct more than just the visible spectrum; more than just the wavelengths human eyes perceive directly.  You must be seeing well into the ultraviolet spectrum if you’re penetrating the bandages.”

             
“But…but…how can I see in color?  Why…why isn’t it all just black and white and green like an x-ray or something?”

             
Roland fought to explain, “The brain is just an interpretive tool.  It tak
es in whatever your senses give
it and transforms it into
something
your mind can perceive; forming familiar images out of raw data.”

             
Roland’s heart leapt as he realized his research had succeeded beyond his wildest expectations.  “We need to find out just how far this goes,” he advised excitedly.

             
“How?”

             
“First, let me take these off.”  Roland quickly unwrapped the padding covering her eyes.  “Keep your eyes closed until I’m done,” he advised, pulling the cotton wadding from her eyes.

             
Compliant,
Justine
squeezed her eyelids shut until Roland spoke.

             
“Okay.  Open your eyes.”

             
Justine
blinked as she
eased back her lids.  “You still have brown hair,” she confirmed, turning to look directly at him for the first time since they met.

             
Roland smiled at her.

             
“And you have a nice smile, even if you do have three crowns in the front,”
Justine
quipped.

             
Roland, confused, “How do you know I have crowns?”

             
“Silly, I can see the metal posts holding them to your jaw,”
Justine
replied.  “Oh…man…this is gonna take some getting used to,” she added flopping back onto the pillows.

             
“How…how are you seeing that?  Is it like layers or something?  Do you have to focus deeper or unfocus, what?”

             
Justine
sucked in a breath as she looked around the room, “Hard to say. 
It’s
not like you see on Superman where he crinkles his nose and all of a sudden he sees through a wall. 
It’s
just all…kinda of ‘there’ you know, like all at once.”

             
“This is amazing,” Roland whispered in awe.  “Tell me, can you see into the next room?”

             
Justine
turned her head to where he pointed, “…yeah…it’s kind
a
hazy.  Hold on.” 
Justine
seemed to concentrate for a moment.  “Okay, yeah, there it is…it’s dark in there.  What is it…oh, I see.  Its’ your pantry.  The door is closed.  Man, you sure like chili, don’t you.”

             
Roland stared at her in wonder.

             
“You have weevils in your rice, too.  You should throw it out.” 
Justine
turned to him her eyes wide circles.  “Roland,” she gasped, “I have
a superpower
!”

             
“Yes…yes you do,” Roland spoke softly, his hand stroking her cheek as she stared around the room, and, apparently, through the walls.

             
Justine
rose from the bed pacing around the large bedroom as she wandered from wall to wall oblivious to the fact that she was still naked from the operation.

             
Roland, however, was not at all oblivious as he watched her explore her new world.  His eyes couldn’t leave the luscious curves of
Justine
’s pert ass and toned thighs as she moved, pausing now and then to stare deeply at a blank wall.

             
He’d been so worried about her; he’d entirely forgotten just how beautiful the young woman was. 
Her absent minded nudity hit him with potent eroticism as he stared at her.  Her slender waist, the broad shoulders and boyish hips that promised so much.

             
Her skin fairly glowed with perfection as she moved.  Her muscles supple and lithe like a predator as she padded from place to place.  Little squeaks of wonder escaped her as she learned to control her powerful vision.

             
Roland felt a stirring in his balls as she crossed in front of him.  Her breasts bouncing lightly as she moved, the thin trail of strawberry silk between her thighs revealing more than it hid.

             
Shifting on the bed, Roland adjusted his growing cock in his trousers as he devoured
Justine
with every glance.  The fact that she seemed so completely unaware of her body only aroused him even more.

             
“Oh…Roland…”
Justine
murmured with delight, “I can see everything…”  her voice trailed off as she turned to him, her eyes falling to his lap.

             
Justine
froze as she stared at him.

             
His cock
squeezed upward, bound by the tight fabric of his briefs and pants.  Such coverings were no obstacle to
Justine
’s new found sight. 
Justine
saw with perfect clarity the first prick she’d ever seen.

             
A gorgeous cock
, she thought, as she examined it through his clothing.  Warmth flushed the skin of her chest as Roland’s cock spasmed beneath his boxers.

             
Beneath his cock sat a pair of large round balls covered in a smattering of dark brown curls.  When she focused on them, she saw the heat building in them as they churned with his desire for her.