codification : MF, nc, violation, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, adhesiveness,
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"How did I get myself in this situation ?"wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 years of age he seemed to have it all. He had a loving wife. He had a very successful calling as a film director. He was one of the swelled name calling in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The gripe is blackmailing me"he explained to the mysterious billet worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the first infidelity Bay was shamed of. Young starlets who want to make a good impression on moving picture manufacturer are nothing new to the Hollywood panorama. Bay was not the starting time director to have slept with a untried actress, nor would he be the last. And a beauty like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this bitch was chic. She made a little film of her own, videotaping Bay coming on to her and then having sex with her. Now she held the tape as collateral, threatening to liberate it to his family and the relief of the earth if Bay did not cave in in to her demand.
Over the days the price of her silence became bighearted and giving. The bigger it got, the harder it became to cover this disbursal from his kinsfolk. At the rate it was going, his wife would find out about the affair without Megan saying a word.
"Well, Mr. Bay, we are more than willing to help. Our service is not meretricious, but results are guaranteed. Our mutual friend, Mr. Pattison, will testify to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your services include…"
"Simply put, behaviour modification. Every single slip is unique, but the end result is the same. Right now, Megan Fox is the dominant political party in this relationship. We will change that. By the time we are done, she will do what you want and obey you in every way possible. This will solve your blackmail problem and a lot more. If you are willing to go forward, I will reveal more particular. If not I will say goodbye and good destiny. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite pleased with herself. She had Michael Bay right where she wanted him : begging. Her one fourth dimension lover called her in the beginning that day. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to meet and renegotiate their fiscal arrangement. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to foregather him. She knew she had Bay by the Ball. She would allow for him to pay for dinner party, maybe even sham to be receptive to the change in their arrangement. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial ball dismission harder, insisting on more money, even threatening to reveal the Truth to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her dearie kit, a hot red cocktail dress. She sat down and poured a glass of red wine, thinking about how much she would enjoy ripping the floor from under Michael Bay. The Director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in order to avoid the paparazzi. Zellig Sabbatai Harris ranch seemed like a upright office. Though it was about an hour away from Hollywood, the food was good and the hotel, though passably fancy, was far away from any unwanted attention.
Megan finished the wine-colored and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the time she got on the motorway, it was crepuscule. Few cable car were on the road. Eager to have some fun with the do-or-die director, Megan pushed the foot pedal to the metal.
She was halfway to her terminus when she saw the red and blue luminance flash in her rear perspective mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speedometer."Only 80 miles per hour"she thought,"It's not that bad ”.
Megan pulled over the car and rolled down her window. She put on her best smile when the officer came over to her car.
"permission and enrollment please"he said unceremoniously. If he recognized who she was when he looked over the ID cards, her showed no reaction.
"Do you know why I pulled you over today, ma'am ?"
"I don't actually"Megan said, shooting him a cute smile.
"You were speeding, ma'am"
"Oh, c'mon, officer"Megan said, tossing her hair back ever so sexily,"I could not have been that bad."
All she got from him was a scrutinizing frown.
"Ma'am, I am going to have got to ask you to get out of the car"the officer said in the same deaf tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a note on incredulousness in her voice
"Get out of the car, please."the military officer repeated.
Megan got out of the car."Have you had anything to imbibe today, ma'am ?"asked the policeman, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a chicken feed of vino, officer. Look, I have an important confluence and I will be late. I am willing to take the ticket ”.
The officeholder refused to react, taking out an instrument out of his belt."This is a breathalyzer, ma'am. Please breathe into it."
"fine"Megan rolled her eyes and blew into the instrument.
The breathalyser reacted with a high pitched beep."Your blood line alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the legal limit."said the officeholder, taking out his handcuffs.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, delay, that can't be…"The policeman turned her trunk toward her car and pulled her limb behind her.
"military officer, please. There has been a mistake"Megan protested
"Mrs. Fox, You are under arrest for driving under the influence"He slapped the cuffs on her wrists and pulled them shut,"You have the rightfulness to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…"
"Officer, please, there is no way I am that drunk"protested Megan over the Miranda warning. The officer pulled her toward the police squad car, opened the plunk for room access and pushed the actress inside, making sure to protect her head teacher on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the front hind end,"Don't you know who I am ?"The military officer started the car and turned it back toward Los Angeles."I know exactly who you are, Mrs. Fox"
Megan quieted down, sitting in the back, pouting angrily. She was frustrated because the officer refused to listen to her. Clearly she could not argue her way out of this. Then again, the officer was kinda cute. Perhaps this called for a unlike strategy…
"Officer ”, she said sweetly"perhaps there is a way to work this out. Surely we can occur up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that cute little pup boldness she was so safe at.
"Ma'am, it is a criminal offence to bribe an officer of the law"responded the policeman.
Megan gave him a cute and innocent look"I would never try to bribe you, sir."She pressed her face closer to the cage separating the front and back seats."All I am saying is that if you do a favor for me, I could do something for you…"
The police officer finally reacted, giving her a dangerous smile."All rectify"he responded and looked back at the road. A few minutes later, he took a turn off the thruway. The car pulled into an desolate truck stop. No spark were working despite the fact that it was pitch black exterior. Leaves covered about of the asphalt. Clearly nobody has been here for years.
The officer got out of the car and pulled Megan outside. He pushed her against the side of the car and fumbled for the belt.
"Are you going to take off the cuffs ? Or are you the kinky kind ?"Megan flirted.
The officer answered by clamping his paw over the little girl's sass and pointing his pistol to her head. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a unhurt lot promiscuous"said the officer with a sudden purpose in his voice.
Taking his deal away from Megan's mouth, he started to pluck white tatter from his sac. Megan was confused at first. But when the man brought a rag to her back talk, she understood.
"Whoa"she protested"This is not what I had in brain ”.
The officeholder put the gun away and used his resign hand to pull up Megan's hair, causing her to yap again.
"Change of plans, cunt, spread your lip"
Megan began another protest and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two more rags followed that one. By the time the police officer taped the girl's sassing shut with duct taping, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her ankle. He then took out a shameful woollen bag and pulled it over the girl's question. Megan screamed out a protest. The ragtime that stuffed her mouth muffled whatever sound was going to total out of her throat. Now blind, the poor young lady started to panic. She heard the bole of the car pop open. She felt herself being picked up and then befuddle into the hood."Okay"she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The movement probably took around 30 minutes. Megan was too meddlesome struggling against her bonds and rolling around the trunk to go on track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the trunk clear and felt a twosome of impregnable hands pull her out of the car. She heard a articulation that did not belong to her captor."seed on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another scream, to no avail. She felt a indorse brace hands grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the earth. First she felt the asphalt under her feet. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the short carpet. She heard a doorway open, then felt her invertebrate foot hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a yearn. At the end of it she heard another doorway open, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a crapper, her bound custody encircling the binding of the chair. Her ankles were tied to the sides. After she was thoroughly secured, her mask was pulled off.
It took Megan a moment to adjust to the light in the room. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the way. One was a slightly stoutness man with a mask concealing his face. The other was her old friend Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"howdy Megan"said Michael in a mode completely unfit for this rather odd scene.
"So we meet after all. How are you doing ?"he asked, pulling off Megan's ball gag.
It took Megan a few minutes to spit out the tag in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the Fuck ? !"were the maiden countersign out of her mouth.
"HAHA"Cracked up Bay."Good to see you too. Now, as long as you are just sitting there, pay attention. I think it's time we altered or arrangement."
"Michael, whatever ill game you are playing needs to end now"declared Megan with cleared vitriol in her vocalisation."Let me go, and I might not have you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking weirdo !"
Michael Bay let out another agile laugh."spirit at you. Tied up, helpless, and you still think you are in controller. How very predictable"
Michael walked up to Megan and grabbed her chin forcefully, squishing her pretty petty nerve in the process.
"Now, let me enlighten you, you arrogant little beef. I am in control, not you. I will be making demand, not you. Your extortion scheme has come to an end. So, if you know what is good for you, you will tell me where your piddling TV taping is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to stir her chin free of the man's grasp."shtup YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smiling washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a ball gag back into the fille's lip and tightened it."It's time to level the playing field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's dress and ripped it down the eye, exposing the female child's sexy smuggled lace bra and scanty. Next, he pulled out a knife. Megan's breast rose and fell rapidly as the brunet started to panic at the passel of the knife. Bay gave her another immorality smile, running the blunt face of the blade across the bra before slicing off the middle of it. The bra loving cup swung off to the sides, exposing the actresses perfectly round breasts. Megan let out another series of whimpers as her former buff used the Lapplander knife to tease the inside of her now exposed legs. Her eyes followed the vane as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful black panty. Using the other hired hand, Michael grabbed the panties, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in pain as the underclothing rode up between her lips and into her vulva. She raised her pelvic arch and pulled her head back, trying to relieve the pain.
"Not so high and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The girl was undoubtedly in pain. But she still managed to give the director the evil eye.
"It's ok, you will read"said Michael.
He then cut the strings of the still taut underclothes, revealing Megan's perfect shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a mickle to behold. Her beautiful features, a salmagundi of Irish, French people and American Indian, were enhanced by the white rope that held her in berth and the brilliant red ball gag that kept her jaw open. Only a few of her long sinister hairs were out of place, hanging over her side. With her gorgeous red dress and her aphrodisiacal opprobrious lingerie hanging off the sides in tatters, she was the very embodiment of a damsel in hurt. Her unretentive, mismatched breath were offset by Robert Brown oculus that displayed the unwavering defiance.
"I will truly enjoy breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to throw a few unintelligible vilification through her chunk gag.
"What a fairly little picture"Michael said out tacky."No doubt it will fetch quite a Price on the internet.
The managing director took out a tv camera."Say Malva sylvestris ”.
The wink stunned Megan at first. It took her a few bit to realize what her captor was doing. By the time Michael changed his military position and set up or another nip, Megan figured it out. She turned her head away before the second flare went off.
Michael lowered the camera, giving the trussed up miss a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot easier on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the dissemble man, uttering something for the kickoff time.
Megan only turned her head further, blocking her nerve with her hair.
"Mr. Smith, if you please."
The masked man walked behind the chair, then reached in from behind Megan, squeezing and twisting both her nipples. Megan let out a scream.
Michael walked over and leaned in close to the girl's saltation form.
"Do you know the trouble with pretty missy ? They are spoiled by bozo. We cater to you every whim. We give you everything you want, all in hopes of getting sex. It's not going to befall this time, darling. You will do what you are told, or you will be punished.
Megan was looking straight at him, desperation having replaced defiance momentarily. Mr. Smith continued to torture her nipples. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will take a few pictures and you are going to look straight into the camera"he lectured her."Do we infer each other, love ?"
Megan, nearly in tears, desperately shook her head.
"Good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Ian Smith. The masked man let go of Megan's teat. With a lenient groan, the girl breathed a suspiration of relief.
"Now,"said the director,"smile for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so picture, capturing the girl's bound form from several different angles. Megan just sat there, tugging at her bonds occasionally, letting out a disjointed verbal insult through her gag. She continued to look at the camera, fearful of pissing off her captors.
"Oh yes, these will do nicely"Smiled Michael after the photo-shoot was completed."Your fans will get it on these. A small tear rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course, if a characterisation is worth a thousand quarrel, what would a film be Charles Frederick Worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic smile washed over his face.
Mr. John Smith brought a camera and the tripod in the eye of the room. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape measure. He attached instrument to Megan's leg. The business of the vibrator went right into the little girl's cunt. Megan shook her straits no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her capturer turned his attention to the young woman's nipples. First he roughly pinched them, then gave each a strong flick of the finger's breadth. This made Megan cry out in pain. It also made her nipples swell. Michael then produced two nipple time. Pinching a nipple with one bridge player, her captor attached the clips to each of Megan's tit. The consequent pain in the ass was nearly overwhelming. Megan contorted her look, letting out a foresighted sore moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf glob sized weights. The hook shot attached to the weights let her capturer easily attach them to the nipple clips. Each weight was followed by Megan's cheap squeal.
Megan tried to shake her head no, but quickly found that the movement made the weights golf shot, tugging on her already tender nipples. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now pathetic protests and pleas.
"If you don't move too much, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no incertitude he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to concentrate on her breathing. A breath too deep already brought on more pain in the neck. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the hardware stood next to the set up camera.
"fountainhead, its late Megan. I never expected you to be conjunctive from the beginning. I assure you, this will change. We are going to have some REAL fun tomorrow. For now we are just going make a short movie."
"MMMMMMFFFFFF"protested Megan loudly.
Michel walked up to the trussed up girl, gently brushing her chin and jaw with the back of his hand.
"Don't worry, dear. The photographic camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the conductor bent down and kissed Megan on the ball gag. He then turned around, walking right by the photographic camera and pushing a button in an unceremonious manner. The transcription luminosity came on.
Megan's center were still following Michael when Mr. Kate Smith approached her and pushed a clitoris on the vibrator.
A surge of vigor shot through the poor girl's torso. Megan thrust her hips up and threw her nous back. She screamed at first, then moaned continuously and intensely. The joy radiating from her pussy was intermingled with the pain shooting from her mamilla. As a solvent, her mind was in a complete muddiness. She did not hump where pleasure ended and pain began. The mixture of sensations quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Smith exit the room. She did not hear the heavy door close. In fact, for the first few minutes she saw zip but red.
Megan tried putting her posterior back down to minify the intensity of the wiz. This only made the event of the vibrator more stiff. side by side, she tried shifting her hip from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently stimulate her genitals.
It took only a few minutes, but an orgasm started to build. Megan tried to keep it in, but to no help. When she finally achieved discharge, the vividness nearly made her Joseph Black out. Vaginal juice squirted across the storey. Her eyes started to roll in the back of her head. Her breaths became mystifying, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced several more than of these orgasms. With her blood saturated with Pitocin, the intensity of the dismission was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfort. The rest of the night became an interminable cycle of orgasmic buildup and release. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combination of anticipation and common cold. The ball gag, which did nil to stifle her moans or screams, instead made her drool copiously down her white meat and stomach. tears and mascara ran freely down her cheeks. The buildup would endure perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be sure, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her movement. Once the orgasm hit, however, it was all for zip. He trunk would spasm violently, making the clip and the weightiness overstretch even harder on her shout nipples.
Sometimes she would feel two or three orgasms in a single bicycle. Was she getting off on the pain ? Did she actually like this ? The thought repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the caterpillar track of time. The integral nighttime had turned into a mishmash of pain in the neck and pleasure. In the casual import of clarity Megan heard Michael's prophetic words playing over and over in her question :"I am in ascendence, not you."
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"She is certainly a feisty one"observed Mr. Julia Evelina Smith as they both watched Megan on a monitor.
"How long do you suppose she will cobbler's last before she talks ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a subject of fourth dimension before she gives you her little tapeline"reassured the forget me drug professional."I would be surprised if she lasted more than a couple of sidereal day. Her training, however, will hold a bit longer. But the feistier they are, the harder they fall. This one should be fun to break."
To be continued…
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