Codes : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,
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"How did I get myself in this situation ?"wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 years of age he seemed to own it all. He had a sleep with wife. He had a very successful career as a cinema director. He was one of the great names in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The cunt is blackmailing me"he explained to the inscrutable office prole who called himself Smith.
It was not the first infidelity Bay was guilty of. Young starlets who want to stimulate a good impression on film Almighty are goose egg new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the first director to deliver slept with a unseasoned actress, nor would he be the go. And a beauty like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this kick was impudent. She made a little plastic 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 release it to his syndicate and the relief of the creation if Bay did not break in to her demand.
Over the years the price of her silence became giving and bigger. The bigger it got, the harder it became to veil this disbursement from his family. At the rate it was going, his wife would bump out about the amour without Megan saying a intelligence.
"Well, Mr. Bay, we are more than uncoerced to help. Our religious service is not cheap, but results are guaranteed. Our mutual friend, Mr. Pattison, will take the stand to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your servicing include…"
"Simply put, behavior alteration. Every bingle case is unequaled, but the end resolution is the like. Right now, Megan Fox is the dominant 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 potential. This will solve your blackmail job and a lot more. If you are willing to proceed, I will let on more detail. If not I will say adieu and good luck. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite pleased with herself. She had Michael Bay rightfield where she wanted him : begging. Her one time lover called her earlier that day. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to fill and renegotiate their financial placement. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to satisfy him. She knew she had Bay by the balls. She would allow him to pay for dinner, maybe even pretend to be receptive to the modification in their agreement. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial clump release harder, insisting on Thomas More money, even threatening to let on the truth to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her favorite outfit, a hot red cocktail garb. She sat down and poured a glass of red wine, thinking about how much she would love ripping the floor from under Michael Bay. The theater director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in society to avoid the paparazzi. Harris ranch seemed like a expert place. Though it was about an 60 minutes away from Hollywood, the solid food was commodity and the hotel, though pretty fancy, was far away from any unwanted attention.
Megan finished the vino and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the sentence she got on the superhighway, it was fall. Few cars were on the road. Eager to throw some fun with the desperate director, Megan pushed the pedal to the metal.
She was halfway to her destination when she saw the red and blue devil lights flash in her rear view mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speedometer."Only 80 miles per minute"she thought,"It's not that bad ”.
Megan pulled over the car and rolled down her window. She put on her full smile when the policeman came over to her car.
"License and Registration 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 smiling.
"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 to ask you to get out of the car"the officer said in the Saame indifferent tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a note on incredulousness in her voice
"Get out of the car, please."the officer repeated.
Megan got out of the car."Have you had anything to booze today, ma'am ?"asked the officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a deoxyephedrine of wine, officer. face, I have an important get together and I will be late. I am will to take the ticket ”.
The officer refused to react, taking out an cat's-paw out of his belt."This is a breathalyzer, ma'am. Please breathe into it."
"Fine"Megan rolled her middle and blew into the instrument.
The breathalyzer reacted with a gamy pitched beep."Your blood line alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the effectual limit."said the military officer, taking out his handcuffs.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, Wait, that can't be…"The officer turned her eubstance toward her car and pulled her arms behind her.
"officeholder, 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 radiocarpal joint and pulled them shut,"You have the right to continue tacit, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…"
"officer, please, there is no way I am that drunkard"protested Megan over the Miranda warning. The officer pulled her toward the squad car, opened the rearward threshold and pushed the actress inside, making sure to protect her head word on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the strawman seat,"Don't you know who I am ?"The police 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 spine, pouting angrily. She was frustrated because the officer refused to hear to her. Clearly she could not reason her way out of this. Then again, the officer was kinda cute. Perhaps this called for a different strategy…
"police officer ”, she said sweetly"perhaps there is a way to work this out. Surely we can come up with a mutually good solution."She flashed that cute short puppy cheek she was so good at.
"Ma'am, it is a criminal offence to bribe an police officer of the law"responded the policeman.
Megan gave him a cute and impeccant feel"I would never try to grease one's palms 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 favour for me, I could do something for you…"
The officeholder finally reacted, giving her a grievous grin."All rectify"he responded and looked back at the road. A few minutes later, he took a turn off the pike. The car pulled into an abandoned motortruck stop. No visible light were working despite the fact that it was delivery black outside. Leaves covered nigh of the mineral pitch. 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 manacle ? Or are you the kinky variety ?"Megan flirted.
The military officer answered by clamping his hand over the fille's mouth and pointing his pistol to her head. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a hale lot easier"said the officer with a sudden purpose in his voice.
Taking his hand away from Megan's backtalk, he started to pull white rags from his pocket. Megan was confused at first. But when the man brought a rag to her mouth, she understood.
"Whoa"she protested"This is not what I had in intellect ”.
The officer put the gun away and used his free hired man to draw Megan's hair, causing her to yelp again.
"modification of plans, bitch, open your backtalk"
Megan began another protestation and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two More rags followed that one. By the time the officer taped the girl's mouth shut with channel tape, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her ankles. He then took out a inglorious fleece bag and pulled it over the female child's head. Megan screamed out a protest. The rags that stuffed her mouth muffled whatever sound was going to come out of her throat. Now blind, the pitiable girl started to panic. She heard the trunk of the car pop unresolved. She felt herself being picked up and then confuse into the punk."Okay"she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The driving probably took around 30 hour. Megan was too officious struggling against her chemical bond and rolling around the torso to keep track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the proboscis open and felt a pair of strong hands pull her out of the car. She heard a voice that did not belong to her captor."Come on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another howler, to no avail. She felt a second pair hands grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the ground. low she felt the asphalt under her infantry. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the short carpet. She heard a door open, then felt her foot hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a foresightful. At the end of it she heard another threshold loose, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a feces, her bound script encircling the back of the chair. Her ankle were tied to the sides. After she was thoroughly secured, her masque was pulled off.
It took Megan a moment to align to the light source in the room. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the room. One was a slightly overweight man with a masquerade party concealing his cheek. The other was her old friend Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"Hello Megan"said Michael in a manner 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 bit to spit out the rags in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the Fuck ? !"were the first words out of her mouth.
"HAHA"Cracked up Bay."practiced to see you too. Now, as long as you are just sitting there, pay attending. I think it's meter we altered or arrangement."
"Michael, whatever wan plot you are playing indigence to end now"declared Megan with clear vitriol in her articulation."Let me go, and I might not have you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking creep !"
Michael Bay let out another quick jest."face at you. Tied up, helpless, and you still think you are in command. How very predictable"
Michael walked up to Megan and grabbed her chin forcefully, squishing her middling minuscule nerve in the process.
"Now, let me enlighten you, you arrogant little bitch. I am in ascendence, not you. I will be making demand, not you. Your extortion strategy has come to an end. So, if you know what is good for you, you will tell me where your little video tape is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to shake her chin costless of the man's grasp."ass YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic grin washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a chunk gag back into the girl's oral cavity and tightened it."It's time to level off the playacting field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's wearing apparel and ripped it down the middle, exposing the daughter's sexy blackamoor lace bra and panties. adjacent, he pulled out a knife. Megan's chest rose and fell rapidly as the brunette started to panic at the sight of the knife. Bay gave her another evil smiling, running the forthright side of the leaf blade across the bra before slicing off the heart of it. The bra cups swung off to the English, exposing the actresses perfectly round knocker. Megan let out another series of whimper as her sometime lover used the same knife to rag the inside of her now exposed legs. Her eyes followed the blade as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful calamitous panties. Using the other hand, Michael grabbed the step-in, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in hurting as the underwear rode up between her mouth and into her vulva. She raised her hips and pulled her head back, trying to save the pain.
"Not so high and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The girlfriend was undoubtedly in annoyance. But she still managed to break the director the evil eye.
"It's ok, you will study"said Michael.
He then cut the strings of the still tight underwear, revealing Megan's perfect tense shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a quite a little to behold. Her beautiful feature film, a miscellanea of Irish whisky, French and American Indian, were enhanced by the white circle that held her in place and the bright red musket ball gag that kept her jaw clear. Only a few of her tenacious pitch-black hair were out of plaza, hanging over her face. With her gorgeous red dress and her sexy black intimate apparel hanging off the slope in tatters, she was the very embodiment of a damozel in suffering. Her short, uneven breaths were offset by brown eyes that displayed the unshakable defiance.
"I will truly bask breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to lunge a few opaque vilification through her glob gag.
"What a somewhat small characterization"Michael said out loud."No doubt it will get quite a price on the internet.
The director took out a television camera."Say high mallow ”.
The news bulletin stunned Megan at first. It took her a few minutes to substantiate what her captor was doing. By the time Michael changed his position and set up or another shot, Megan figured it out. She turned her head away before the second heartbeat went off.
Michael lowered the camera, giving the trussed up girl a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot easier on you if you cooperated, Mrs Fox"said the masked man, uttering something for the offset clip.
Megan only turned her read/write head further, blocking her brass with her hair.
"Mr. Smith, if you please."
The masked man walked behind the chairman, 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 little girl's bounds form.
"Do you know the problem with fairly daughter ? They are spoiled by hombre. We cater to you every impulse. We give you everything you want, all in Hope of getting sex. It's not going to happen this time, darling. You will do what you are told, or you will be punished.
Megan was looking straight at him, desperation having replaced rebelliousness momentarily. Mr. David Smith continued to torment her mammilla. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will take a few icon and you are going to look straight into the tv camera"he lectured her."Do we understand each other, dear ?"
Megan, nearly in tears, desperately shook her head.
"Good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Smith. The dissemble man let go of Megan's mamilla. With a sonant moan, the young lady breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the director,"smile for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so pic, capturing the fille's bound variant from several unlike Angle. Megan just sat there, tugging at her alliance occasionally, letting out a warp verbal affront 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 lover will love these. A humble tear rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course of instruction, if a picture is worth a G password, what would a movie be worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic smile washed over his face.
Mr. Smith brought a photographic camera and the tripod in the eye of the room. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape. He attached legal document to Megan's leg. The business of the vibrator went right into the girl's pussy. Megan shook her head no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his care to the miss's tit. outset he roughly pinched them, then gave each a strong film of the finger. This made Megan cry out in pain. It also made her nipple swell. Michael then produced two nipple cartridge holder. Pinching a nipple with one hand, her captor attached the clips to each of Megan's tit. The consequent nuisance was nearly consuming. Megan contorted her font, letting out a long painful groan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf game ball sized exercising weight. The hooks attached to the weight unit let her captor easily attach them to the mammilla clips. Each weight was followed by Megan's loud squeal.
Megan tried to escape from her head no, but quickly found that the apparent motion made the weight swing, tugging on her already tender nipples. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now poor protests and plea.
"If you don't propel too a good deal, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no question he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to concentrate on her external respiration. A breath too deep already brought on Sir Thomas More pain in the ass. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the hardware stood next to the set up camera.
"well, its recent Megan. I never expected you to be cooperative from the get-go. I assure you, this will change. We are going to throw some real fun tomorrow. For now we are just going make up a short movie."
"MMMMMMFFFFFF"protested Megan loudly.
Michel walked up to the trussed up girl, gently brushing her Chin and jaw with the vertebral column of his hand.
"Don't vexation, dear. The tv camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the manager bent down and kissed Megan on the nut gag. He then turned around, walking right by the camera and pushing a push in an unceremonious fashion. The recording light came on.
Megan's center were still following Michael when Mr. Smith approached her and pushed a button on the vibrator.
A surge of Energy shot through the short girl's body. Megan thrust her pelvic arch up and threw her head back. She screamed at first base, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasure radiating from her kitty-cat was intermingled with the botheration shooting from her teat. As a result, her psyche was in a complete disarray. She did not know where pleasure ended and pain began. The mix of sensations quickly became intolerable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Ian Douglas Smith exit the room. She did not get word the heavy door close. In fact, for the get-go few minutes she saw nothing but red.
Megan tried putting her tooshie back down to subside the intensity of the star. This only made the upshot of the vibrator more potent. Next, she tried shifting her hips from incline to side, but the vibrator continued to violently stimulate her genitals.
It took only a few minutes, but an orgasm started to progress. Megan tried to concur it in, but to no avail. When she finally achieved press release, the vividness nearly made her black out. Vaginal juices squirted across the floor. Her middle started to roll in the dorsum of her head. Her breaths became abstruse, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced various more of these orgasm. With her profligate saturated with oxytocin, the loudness of the tone ending was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comforter. The rest of the night became an endless cps of orgasmic buildup and release. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combination of prediction and frigidity. The ball gag, which did nil to stifle her moan or screams, instead made her humbug copiously down her breasts and venter. Tears and mascara ran freely down her face. The buildup would last perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be sure, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her effort. Once the coming hit, however, it was all for naught. He body would spasm violently, making the clips and the weights pull even harder on her maltreated nipples.
Sometimes she would experience two or three orgasms in a I cycle. Was she getting off on the pain ? Did she actually like this ? The thought repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the track of time. The entire dark had turned into a mishmash of hurting and pleasure. In the casual instant of pellucidity Megan heard Michael's prophetic words playing over and over in her head :"I am in control, not you."
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"She is certainly a huffy one"observed Mr. David Roland Smith as they both watched Megan on a monitor.
"How long do you intend she will finally before she talks ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of clip before she gives you her trivial tapeline"reassured the roach master."I would be surprised if she lasted more than a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Her training, however, will accept 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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