SLAVES OF HOLLYWOOD 2 (2 page)

CHAPTER THREE

Mike watched as his redheaded subject slowly return to consciousness. He knew she was awake when her head jerked suddenly upright and the muscles in her arms and hands tightened.
Time to go to work!

“Save your strength—bitch!” He was on his feet now, smiling as her whole body tensed at the sound of his voice. “There’s no way for you to break free.”

Her tongue ran over dry lips. “I’m…” She swallowed once. “I’m special agent Megan Kelly of the FBI. Release me… Release me immediately or face the consequences.”

Mike was beside her now—he ran the flat of his hand over her cheek, smiling a predator’s smile when she tried to pull away. “You’re nobody—nothing. Just meat…” He slapped her hard, rocking her head back. “And you speak only when given permission to do so.”

He could see that she was shocked by the blow.
Good!
Her head darted from side to side as she heard him move--trying to determine where he was so she could face him squarely.

“Do you know what will happen to you when my superiors…”

Mike punched her in the very pit of her stomach with an open hand—hard.

All the breath whooshed out of Kelly’s mouth. She had been unprepared for the blow, unwilling to believe anyone would hit her like that. She fought for breath as her body tried to fold around her mistreated stomach.

Her bonds held her precisely in place.

“Are you going to try to speak again?” Mike kept moving, eyes fixed on her as she panted. “Are you that stupid?”

“I’m…” Mike watched her work her mouth as she tried to get enough air to speak. “I’m special agent…”

He punched her again—in precisely the same spot.

This blow was even more unexpected then the previous one. Kelly gasped, mouth agape, lungs working hard—she was finding it almost impossible to get her breath back. Acid flooded her stomach and throat--then spewed out of her mouth.

Mike smiled.
It’ll be safe to gag her now—but first…

He waited patiently while she got herself under control, stood at her side as she spat out the last of the vomit and filled her lungs one more time...

Then he moved, slapping her across the face once—then again …

Kelly shrieked and made a titanic effort to break free--hands balling into fists as she yanked at the bonds that held her so securely.

Her struggles had no effect whatsoever. She was tightly and inescapably bound—professionally so--and she would remain that way until Mike decided otherwise.

“That’s enough, slave bitch!” Mike spit the words right into her ear, his hand went to her chin, gripping it tightly, immobilizing her mouth. “You don’t get to speak until I give you permission—the next time you disobey, the punishment will be far more severe.” He released her chin. “Do you understand?”

“I…” She started to answer, caught herself—then set her chin hard and spoke again: “I’m not a slave! I’m an FBI agent and I’m going to…”

Mike slapped her again—then grabbed her chin again, motioning for his assistant to bring the gag he had chosen. “That was stupid.” He clamped down on the sides of her jaw, forcing her mouth open. “And you’re going to pay for it.” He nodded for the assistant to push the blue ball into Kelly’s open mouth, watching to make sure it went all the way in and was buckled tight before he released his grip. He smiled as she tried to complain, tried to curse him—the gag held it all in, releasing only a muffled
ngngngnnnnthh
.

“You’re still trying to talk.” He stepped to one side and retrieved the nine-tailed flogger from its place on the pegboard paneling on the wall. “Well, let’s see how you scream!”

The flogger struck her across her already-sore belly. He watched as she threw her head back—and smiled when she suppressed the scream he knew had been about to come out.

“
Now
you keep quiet!” He struck again, a third time. “You really
are
dumb, aren’t you?” Another blow. “I can keep this up all day.” He stepped to one side, struck her again, careful to keep the lashes across her reddening belly. “Can you?” He lashed her again—watched as a new red line joined the ones already crossing her belly. “Let’s see…” He set his feet and began to whip her in earnest, carefully timing the blows so she was always in pain, knowing that she would be unable to faint if he did this properly.

Five strokes. Ten. On the twelfth stroke, Megan Kelly began to scream, the muffled sound barely coming through the tightly-fixed gag. Mike smiled as he heard the sounds that emerged.
Good! Now to make sure she remembers this lesson.

“I see you’ve found your voice.” The whip came down again. “Have you also learned your lesson?” Another lash. “Will you try to speak without permission?” Another. “Will you?”

His smile widened as she shook her head from side to side—not quickly—but very clearly

“Good.” He lashed her again. “Then I will limit this whipping to, what...” Another lash. “Twenty lashes? He hit her again.

She was sweating now, the water running down her body and soaking her hair. Mike continued to lay his lashes down, smiling at the sheen of sweat that soon covered her—and at the fine lattice of red marks that criss-crossed her offered belly. “I think that’s nineteen.” She was screaming constantly now, the
MFFFFHHHH
coming from her mouth and nose. “And twenty,” the lash-mark crossed the others already on her belly. He watched as she took a deep, ragged breath—and hit her again.

The answering noise was louder than any she’d made thus far. “Consider that another lesson.” He rubbed a hard palm across her belly, watching as she tried to pull away—without any success. “Slaves have no rights—none.” He grabbed a bit of her pubic hair between thumb and forefinger and yanked it loose, drawing another squawk from the gagged mouth. “I can do whatever I want—whenever I want.” He looked down at her sweating form. “Do you understand?”

It took a few seconds, but finally, reluctantly, she nodded.

“Good.” He undid his belt buckle and let his pants fall. “Now there’s one more thing that a master can do whenever he wants.” He stepped in front of her and touched her exposed pussy lips, parting them with his two hands as he positioned himself. “And I’m going to do it right now…”

Her screams increased in volume as he pushed inside her and took his pleasure. Mike smiled, knowing that the rape increased her feeling of helplessness.
I don’t think pain alone will do the job with this one.
He pumped harder.
But if I can humiliate her enough, make her lose her sense of self-worth …

Yeah, that might work.

Megan Kelly squealed and shrieked into her gag as he fired his load inside her.

CHAPTER FOUR – FIVE DAYS TO CAPTURE

“Quite a movie,” Fanelli’s comment was dry as he froze the image on the DVD player and stretched back in his seat. “And you’re sure that you’ve positively identified two of those girls?”

“The rather short brunette is definitely Heather Jayne. The taller blonde has been identified as Kathy Brandt. What information we have indicates that she disappeared right around the same time as Jayne did.”

“Interesting.” Fanelli put his fingers together as he thought. “You know, that’s a pretty professional-looking film—you’re sure it wasn’t just faked with special make-up and effects?”

“What do you mean--professional?” Fanelli had found that Agent Kelly always seemed to answer a question with a question—something that was starting to annoy the hell out of him—but she was his superior officer, so…

“I’ve spent half my life in SoCal.” Fanelli saw the confusion in the female agent’s eyes. “Southern California.” Comprehension returned—and he went on: “I was born here, went to school here, so, like everyone in this town, I’m positive that I know everything there is to know about movies.” He flicked the DVD back to life, jerked a thumb toward the screen. “This is very well photographed—you’ll note that everything is in frame and in focus, that the light is even and that there are fill lights to take care of any shadows.” He leaned toward Kelly, searching her face for some sign of understanding. “You
do
see that, right?”

She didn’t answer for a second, then: “Why would a professional photographer work on something as vile as this?”

Fanelli shook his head,
she did it again! A question for a question!
He sighed.
This whole deal is gonna get old real quick—Evans is definitely gonna owe me for this!

“I have no idea of why a pro would work on a film like this—I would imagine he was well paid—I’m sure this film made a very nice profit.”

“Profit!” Agent Kelly’s eyes flashed as she turned toward Fanelli. “What kind of people would make money from a woman suffering? What kind?”

Another question!
He fast-forwarded to a scene he had noted earlier. “There’s no one suffering in this scene,” he froze the image on one of the scenes inside the farmhouse, with the girls giving head to the unseen males. “Everybody seems to be havin’ a good time—there’s probably a scene like this goin’ on in a dozen houses up in the Hills right this minute—complete with the cuffs!”

He returned her glare. “If this is what you think—a not-quite-snuff movie—well, film professionals make money by making movies! Some of them don’t care about anything else.” He shook his head and let the film run. “Just like some people don’t care whose feet they step on to advance their careers.” Fanelli pushed his chair back and stood up. “In any case, we’re gonna have to check to see if there were any real professionals working on this—it might give us a lead on who was behind it all.”

“How do we do that?”

“Well, Ms Agent in Charge, the best way I know is to check with the trades—Variety and The Hollywood Reporter--if any professionals were involved in this, those guys’ll know something. These two girls you’ve identified—Heather and Kathy—they were both wannabes--—maybe they went to a cattle call and got picked up that way.”

“A cattle call?” Agent Kelly was way out of her element on this one—as she was just beginning to realize.

“That’s when a producer or casting agent calls a bunch of no-name aspiring actors and actresses together to fill parts in a low-budget film.” Fanelli flicked a hand at the images still running on the DVD. “You can get a lot of pretty good-looking young bodies if you dangle the right kind of bait.”

“Good-looking like Heather Jayne and Kathy Brandt.”

“And all the other girls in this thing...” He clipped his weapon onto his belt. “I think it’ll be smarter to talk to the advertising people at the Reporter and Variety face-to-face.” He smiled. “They’ll be less likely to lie or try to put us off if we’re right there.”

“What if it they don’t know anything?” Kelly stood up and holstered her own weapon.

“Then we’ll dig deeper.” Fanelli smiled for the first time. “Start talking to some other wannabes and see what they know.”

“Okay…” Kelly followed the taller agent out the door. “But tell me one thing.”

“If I can.”

“What’s a wannabe? Evans used the same term when I talked to him.”

Fanelli laughed at that one. “You’re trying to run an operation in Hollywood and you don’t know what a wannabe is?” He shook his head. “You really do have a lot to learn!”

CHAPTER FIVE

Mike roughly pulled out when he was finished. He grinned as he saw the line of drool running from Megan Kelly’s gagged lips.
She did her best to resist me
, he thought to himself.
Even though there was nothing she could do.
He studied the bound form in front of him, noting that she was holding her head upright and her body as straight as the bonds would allow.
She’s still trying to resist—trying to push aside the fact that she was just raped.
His grin widened.
Yep, this one is going to be interesting—and she might be tough to break!
He slapped her belly with the flat of his hand.
I wouldn’t have it any other way!

“You have a very tight cunt,” he ran his fingers over her pussy, then wiped the remnants of his own leftover cum onto her belly. “But I didn’t get the feeling that you were doing your best to add to my pleasure.” He shook his head in front of her unseeing face. “That was stupid—you’re a slave girl—and that’s what slave girls do.” He slapped her belly again. “Give masters like me all the pleasure they can.

“I’m going to let you think about that for a while.” He motioned to his assistant for the gear he had prepared earlier. “Maybe if you’re really good when I come back, I’ll let you have something to eat and drink.” He watched her jaw work around the gag and knew that she wanted a drink badly. “But that’s for later. For now…” He took a piece of equipment from his assistant and stepped in front of her. “For now, I’m going to leave you with a little training equipment.”

The dildo he was holding was quite large--six inches long and almost two in diameter. He knew that it would bring her nothing but pain—it was too early in the process for anything else. “Open wide, now.” He laughed at his own joke, then set the head of the dildo in place and pushed it inside her still-dripping cunt.

Megan Kelly shrieked into her gag as the rubber member slid inside her. It hurt! And it would keep on hurting until Mike pulled it out of her—something that he didn’t plan to do for quite some time. “Okay, slave.” He took a set of straps from his assistant, pulled one around her waist, buckling it tightly in the front. A second strap, attached to the rear of the first one, ran through a loop on the bottom of the dildo and up to a buckle just under Kelly’s bellybutton. Mike pulled it taut through the buckle, then yanked it until it was one hole tighter before he buckled it in place.

Kelly’s muffled cries became louder, she tried to move her body—tried to shake the alien intruder out—but it was no use. She had no leverage, no control—just as Mike wanted it.

“One more thing and I’ll let you meditate on your new position in life.” Mike touched a tiny switch on the base of the dildo—and grinned as it started to buzz and vibrate. “There.” He slapped her belly one more time. “I think that will do for now.” He turned away.

“Have a pleasant night.”

He waited at the door, listening to the buzzing of the little vibrator.
Any moment now…

He smiled when he heard Megan Kelly’s garbled moan.
Good
, he shut the door silently behind him.
Now to leave her alone with all these new feelings for a while…

Mike headed for the security room just down the corridor. Andy was still there when he entered.

“How’s it going with the Fed?”

“Just started.” Mike pulled out a seat near the burly man and called up the proper camera on the monitor in front of him. “She’s had her first whipping—now I’ve got her contemplating her fate—with a decent-sized vibrator inside her.”

“Sounds like a good start,” Andy glanced at the naked girl on the screen. “How long to get what we need?”

“Couple of days at most.” Mike turned up the volume on the mike attached to the camera until he could hear the insistent buzz coming from the girl’s nether lips. “Maybe less.”

“Good.” Andy turned off his own monitor and stood. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“You got it, boss!” Mike smiled as he turned his full attention on the monitor. “But I think I’ve got everything I’ll need.”

As the door closed, Mike took a closer look at the screen. The bound girl was moaning louder now, the drool dripping down her breasts and onto the floor below. Mike could see her try to hold her hips and mid-section rigid in an attempt to keep the vibrator from kindling too big a fire inside her.
Guess she’s not as frigid as she tries to appear…
Mike laughed as her head went back, neck rigid as she responded to a wave of pleasure the vibrator had given her despite herself.

Keep trying, bitch
, Mike smiled, eyes fixed on the monitor.
Do your best to hold onto that control…
The buzzing continued in the training room—and her moans got louder still.
Do your best to keep from coming…