SLAVES OF HOLLYWOOD 2 by Declan Brand Read Free Book Online

her with the prod, without touching the power button—and watched her stiffen and try to pull away from the metal.
    “If you disobey me in any way, I’ll go to five—maybe six.” He took a half-step back. “Do you understand?”
    Her head quickly moved up and down in an affirmative motion.
    “Good.” He nodded to his assistant. “Let’s get you down from this pole, shall we?”
    It took several minutes to undo the straps and cuffs holding Megan Kelly in place. Her legs, released from their bonds, flopped helplessly down onto the floor, all feeling gone. Mike waited while his assistant uncuffed her hands from the back of the stake—then immediately recuffed them together, slaves are never allowed to have both hands and feet free at once inside this establishment , Mike couldn’t stop the rule from running through his mind—it was one of the thing Andy and the big guy harped on at every meeting. Okay! But she’s not free—and that didn’t take more than a second—with no way for her to run! He stepped forward and helped the other man lift the helpless redhead off the crossbar. They put her on her feet—and watched as she crumpled to the floor. See!
    Mike smiled at the sounds that came from behind her gag when the badge impacted, shifting the pin that still bisected her nipple. That’s a gift that keeps on giving! He waited a few moments for her to regain control—and for circulation to re-start in her legs—than stepped up beside her. “No resting now.” He touched her ass with the cattle prod—pressed the button.
    CRACK!
    “On your knees.” He grabbed a handful of her sweat-soaked hair and pulled her upright. “Do it now or I’ll let you fall again!”
    Kelly moaned as she tried to shift the dead weight that was her legs—but she did manage to get them beneath her—and was able to hold them still enough to hold her slumping form upright when Mike released his grip on her hair.
    “Good.” He stepped back, pushed her knees apart with the tip of his shoe. “That’s another rule you have to learn—bitches always kneel in the presence of men—legs as far apart as they’ll reach.” He touched her trembling breast with the prod, held his finger on the power button. “Is that clear, bitch?”
    Her nod was gratifyingly fast.
    “Excellent. Now, normally, I would order you to crawl to the bathroom—but as this is your first time and your legs seem a little numb…” He chuckled. “I’m going to allow you to walk alongside me.” He reached down, grabbed a fistful of hair again—and pulled. “On your feet--quickly.”
    Kelly moaned at the new pain in her scalp. She still had no feeling in her legs—but she pushed with all the strength she had left and got her feet under her. She was wobbly—but she was upright—at least as far upright as he would allow.
    “Slaves don’t get to stand—just keep that head down where I want it.” He held her at about waist height. “Good—now, follow along.”
    Mike took a step toward the training room door, the bound and blindfolded woman stumbling in his wake, every step hurting more than the one before.
    It seemed to take an eternity to reach the bathroom. Kelly’s legs started to regain circulation after the first few steps—and the pain of that resumption almost caused her to fall down—only Mike’s grip on her hair kept her upright—and moaning her pain into the gag.
    Finally, they reached their destination and the FBI Agent was allowed to relieve herself—although she was never free. Mike kept her cuffed and locked those cuffs to the toilet. Only then did he remove the still-active dildo and allow her to void her bladder.
    Once she was done, she was washed clean and had the dildo re-inserted (after Mike installed fresh batteries). That done, she was led back to the training room—where Mike had a new test of her endurance planned.
    Inside, she was frog-marched back to her pole—which had been shortened with one of the crossbars removed. She