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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.” He 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