SLAVES OF HOLLYWOOD 2

by Declan Brand

  “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 diamet
er. 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…

  CHAPTER SIX – FIVE DAYS TO CAPTURE

  Variety was no help. There had been advertisements for more than twenty cattle calls in the six months prior to the surfacing of Kelly’s DVD—despite that, the daily’s staff had no idea who had placed any of the ads. It turned out that Variety, after being forced to downsize in the 1990’s, now maintained only enough filing space to hold one month’s worth of paper records. The rest was kept in a computer program which wasn’t indexed in any way. Once an advertisement was run and paid for, the only record in Variety’s keeping was an electronic invoice that was marked as PAID!

  At best, it was very sloppy record keeping—at worst, it meant they were hiding information—but without a Court Order, impossible to get at this point—Fanelli and Kelly had no way to access those computer records. They could take the time to go through back issues of the Daily Variety and note which of the advertised casting calls might have attracted the aspiring actresses they were looking for—but even then, they wouldn’t be able to follow up the lead without the billing data.

  Agent Kelly was fuming as they left the paper’s tiny offices. Fanelli had convinced her to check out the Hollywood Reporter before doing anything else—they might have more luck there and not have to resort to a lengthy search through back issues.

  “I can’t believe that their record-keeping is that poor by accident!” Kelly shook her head as Fanelli guided their car across the Pass on his way to Hollywood proper. “I mean, it’s obvious that they sell hundreds of ads a month! Who tracks the taxes due on all of them? How many companies are deducting fees that are never paid?”

  She reached for her cell phone. “Maybe I should call someone at the IRS to check this out…”

  “Why should you?” Fanelli hit the horn warning a van about to move into his lane that he was too close to allow the merge. “The IRS never, ever gives us any help on anything! Why should you do any legwork for them?”

  “But it’s wrong!” Kelly glared at him. “People and companies have to be forced to pay their fair share of taxes—if they don’t…”

  “Yeah,” Fanelli blasted past a tourist staring at the new Disneyland Ad alongside the One-Oh-One exit. “Chaos and no more freebie government programs for the poor and illegals—and that’s a bad thing?”

  “That’s not for us to say.” Kelly’s nose rose as she answered. “Our job is to investigate anyone who breaks a Federal statute. That means we need access to any information that might help us—no matter who has that information”

  “Dream on, lady.” Fanelli turned onto Cahuenga and slowed down. “Dream on!”

  The Reporter worked out of a tiny office on Hollywood Blvd—just above a cheap souvenir shop specializing in paper-thin T-Shirts made in China. The automatic lock on the outside door was broken so Fanelli just pushed through the door that led to the narrow staircase leading to the second floor—and held it to allow Agent Kelly to go first.

  It wasn’t a gentlemanly impulse on his part—he was about ready to kill the arrogant Washingtonian and needed the extra time to get his breathing—and his temper--under control.

  Breathe in, breathe out! She walked past him, accepting his deference as her due, and started up the stairs. This too will pass!

  Fanelli followed, letting the door slam behind him. He soon discovered that his new position had one advantage—the Agent-in-Charge had a very nice ass—and it moved quite energetically as she climbed the stairs. Too bad she’s such a bitch, he shook his head as he eyed her hip action. She might be worth getting to know a little better otherwise.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  It took nearly two hours for Megan Kelly’s head to begin slumping onto her shoulders. Mike knew that she was very near complete exhaustion from a combination of things: the beating, the lack of food and the continued stimulation of the vibrator in her cunt. In reality, he was surprised it had taken this long to begin to sag—his own estimates had her passing out in an hour or less. Better not underestimate her strength of will, he told himself, taking a bite of the light supper had had asked his assistant to bring to the office. That would be a big mistake.

  He wasn’t going to allow himself to make any mistakes with this one.

  He took a last sip of his coffee, stood up, and headed back to the training room—I think it’s time! His assistant trotted along behind, holding the new devices Mike planned to use now.

  The girl’s head was still slumped bonelessly on her shoulder as he came silently through the training room door. Yep, she’s sleeping. Now…

  “I didn’t tell you it was sleep time, bitch!” Mike punctuated the words with a sharp slap across the girl’s belly with the riding crop he had picked up in the control room. Her head snapped upright with an audible sound and Mike could see her whole body start to shiver at the pain his slap had caused.

  “Slaves don’t sleep until they’re given permission to do so.” H
e stepped closer, ran his hand down over her bush, watching the muscles of her thighs and legs knot as his movement caused the still-buzzing vibrator to shift inside her vagina. “And I definitely did not give you permission!” He ran his hand upwards, heard her breathing change as he touched the base of her right breast. Sensitive around the breasts, he smiled and motioned to his assistant. Good!

  “If you can’t stay awake on your own,” Mike softly stroked the tip of her right breast and watched as the nipple quickly grew erect. “I’ll have to give you a little reminder to do so…” He reached out, took the little metal clip from his assistant and snapped it on her nipple, watching the visible parts of her face as the teeth bit in. She didn’t like that! Her groan, quickly suppressed, made that obvious.

  “I see you don’t like my little reminder.” He reached for her other nipple, smiling as she tried, unsuccessfully, to pull the top half of her body back. “Let’s add another, shall we?”

  When this set of teeth bit into her tender skin, she did groan, moving her head from side to side in silent torment.

  “I have your attention now.” He snapped another on the side of her right breast, smiling widely as her groan grew deeper, her head movement more violent. A third joined its brothers on the right breast—then a fourth—and a fifth.

  He stopped then, watched as her fists clasped and unclasped--then moved to the left breast.

  By the time he was done, both her breasts were bristling with metal clips. Her groans of pain were constant now—and far louder than the continuing buzz of her vibrator. Mike stood in front of her, took one last clip from his assistant…

  “I think I’ve made my point. You don’t sleep until I say so. And to make sure you don’t…” He took her cunt lip between the fingers of his left hand and allowed the last clip to close there with a snap.

  He patted her cheek and left the room smiling as Kelly’s groans turned to whines of pain. He planned to leave her like this for a few hours, then remove the clips and give her another whipping. Might as well make her first night here an interesting one.