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took a while to realize it.”
    Andy nodded. “Yeah, I’ve come across bitches like that before. They think they’re tough—but once you press them a bit…”
    “Exactly!”
    Andy shrugged. “Creampuff or not, she’s the real deal—and our principal wants the info as soon as possible—then we can move on to the second part of the assignment.” Andy smiled at Mike. “When you’re sure she’s ready, of course.”
    “Yeah.” Mike took a drink of his coffee. “When I’m sure.” He leaned back in the chair, fixed his eyes on the screen. “I’ll let you know.”
    Andy stood up, patted him on the back. “You do that.” He turned to leave the room—looked back at Mike when he opened the door. “And when you get the information we want, give me a call.”
    “Later today,” Mike glanced back at his boss. “I promise you.”
    “Good enough.” He let the door slide closed behind him.
    “Damn right it’s good enough!” Mike repeated to himself.

CHAPTER TWENTY
    Megan Kelly swam in a lake of deep, dark water. She found herself filled with calm—no questions plagued her, no worries filled her mind. She floated, relaxed, slept until…
    Incredible pain flashed through her, biting in her most intimate areas, hurting more then she had ever been hurt before. She screamed hoarsely, her agony coming out in a long-pent-up exclamation of hurt and loss.
    Mike smiled at the scream that came out of her ungagged mouth. He had picked up the wired gag when he walked into the room and was now holding it at an angle he knew was enough to activate the electrical prod that was still fixed inside the girl’s cunt. He watched as her body shook in its bonds, watched muscles clench and unclench, watched her stomach ripple with the effort she was making to break her bonds.
    I think that’s enough . He leveled the gag, letting the mercury drop inside settle back into its neutral position—then touched the little switch that deactivated it. She should be ready now…
    “Quiet, slave.” He spat the words out from where he stood, directly in front of her. “I have not given you permission to speak!”
    Mike smiled when Megan immediately stopped screaming—then waited while she panted and moaned and fought to get her trembling body under control.
    “That’s enough!” He slapped her across the stomach, waiting to see if she would scream or complain—and smiled again when she held the scream in. “Now, you made me several promises not so long ago…” He stroked her cheek with his hand. “Are you ready to keep them now?” He waited to see what she would do—and was gratified when she choked back any sound and whined instead, pleading for him to tell her what to do.
    “I’m glad to see you haven’t forgotten the rules.” He ruffled her sweat-soaked hair. “I give you permission to speak.”
    “I…I…what do you want me to do?” The words were spoken very, very quietly. She was clearly frightened of another punishment.
    “You will call me ‘master’ when you speak to me.”
    Megan swallowed, took a deep breath, and breathed the words: “Yes, ma…master.”
    “Now, before we move on to your final promise,” Mike smiled as he saw her trying to remember what that had been. “Tell me this.”
    He leaned forward, saw her lip tremble and shivers run through her body as she sensed his nearness.
    “Where did you get the DVD of the movie?”
    “The movie…?” she stuttered for a moment, then continued: “Master?”
    “The movie that you came here to investigate. Who gave it to you?” Mike waited, watched her body as it continued to shiver in fear and remembered pain. “Or do I have to put the gag back—and turn it on?”
    “NO!” Her answer was quick and much louder. “No, master!” She quickly corrected herself in a lower voice. “I’ll tell you what you want to know…” She licked her lips. “I got the film from Michael Ballard.”
    The name meant nothing to Mike. “Michael who?”
    “Michael