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was backed into place and pushed back onto her knees--then her ankles were pulled behind the pole, crossed and tied into place—which had the result of keeping her knees widely spread.
    Her waist was then tied to the lowered-crossbar with criss-crossing straps. When they were in place, her wrists, still cuffed, were pulled down behind her and secured to the base of the pole. She was left kneeling upright, held at the waist, ankles, and wrists.
    Mike examined the position, decided it would do and stepped forward to undo the strap holding the dildo in place, slowly pulling it out as Kelly moaned at his actions. “I figured I’d put something new inside you tonight, bitch.” He rubbed the dildo across her lower body, letting her feel the moisture that covered the thing—then took the new device from his assistant and touched it to the base of her clit. “This is a different sort of dildo.” He pushed it into place, securing it with the dangling strap. “It doesn’t have a vibrator inside it.” He smiled as he saw the very slight relaxation of her muscles that statement brought. “Instead, it has a smaller version of the cattle prod you’ve been enjoying.”
    She went rigid.
    “The power indicator is set on three.” He reached up, touched the buckle holding her gag in place—pulled the strap through the buckle. “No sounds now or I’ll set it to five—understand?”
    She nodded.
    “Good.” He pulled the gag out of her mouth, smiling as a new stream of drool ran down the front of her body. “Now, this new gag”, he pushed a slightly smaller ball into her mouth, nodding in satisfaction as she opened up wide to receive it. “Has a little mercury switch built in.” He buckled the strap tight behind her head. “If you keep your head nice and straight and upright like it is now…” He touched her cheek, stroking it. “Nothing will happen.”
    “But if your head should slump or go to the side,” he slapped her once, the force of the blow moving her head to the right…
    CRACK!
    He watched as she screamed into the gag—a hollow and slightly louder MMMMMFFFFFFHHHH! making its way around the somewhat-smaller ball. “Well, I’m sure you get the idea.”
    He waited while she fought to get herself back under control, her breath coming fast as she panted and moaned, holding her head as rigid as she could.
    “The setting will increase every three discharges--first three, then four, then five—and so on.” He patted her cheek again. “I think it will make for a very interesting night.”
    He stepped back, grinning as he saw her try to keep her head exactly level as she tried to control her breathing—he knew she would be more than happy not to move at all.
    “Pleasant dreams.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN – THREE DAYS TO CAPTURE
    Special Agent in Charge Megan Kelly slept very poorly after Bob Fanelli dropped her off at the hotel. She spent hours twisting and turning on a hotel bed that was too hard for her—fighting with a problem that was starting to look much too big for her to crack.
    Am I handling this correctly , she asked herself, poking at the flat pillow that didn’t give her head any support at all. Should I let Fanelli handle people like that Harry Winston? It’s his territory; maybe he does know the players better…
    No . She shook her head and turned onto her other side for the tenth time that night-- I’m the one who found the film, chased down the missing girls’ names—I’ve got to be the one to break the whole thing open. The Deputy Director made that clear to me.
    The Deputy Director… Kelly thought back on her last meeting with that formidable woman. She had been called into the Director’s office and, after some patently false pleasantries, the Director had tossed Kelly’s report regarding the DVD and what it might mean onto the desk that sat between them: “I’ve read your report—watched the damned DVD.” The Director brushed a stray lock out of her eye. “If it’s real, it’s