Codes : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, Julian Bond,
Disclaimer : This is fancy. Fantasy is not real. Rape is wrong. I do not advance rape or violence against women.
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"How did I get myself in this office ?"wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 years of age he seemed to hold it all. He had a get laid married woman. He had a very successful career as a film director. He was one of the prominent names in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The squawk is blackmailing me"he explained to the mysterious office staff doer who called himself Smith.
It was not the first infidelity Bay was guilty of. Young starlets who want to make a commodity impression on film makers are cipher new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the number 1 director to possess slept with a young actress, nor would he be the last. And a sweetheart like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this gripe was bright. 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 measure as collateral, threatening to release it to his family and the residual of the worldly concern if Bay did not give in to her demands.
Over the years the Mary Leontyne Price of her silence became bigger and full-grown. The bigger it got, the harder it became to hide this expense from his family. At the rate it was going, his wife would find out about the matter without Megan saying a countersign.
"Well, Mr. Bay, we are more than than willing to help. Our table service is not crummy, but upshot are guaranteed. Our mutual booster, Mr. Pattison, will bear witness to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your help include…"
"Simply put, behavior adjustment. Every 1 case is unique, but the end result is the same. Right now, Megan Fox is the dominant company in this relationship. We will modify that. By the metre 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 volition to continue, I will reveal More detail. If not I will say goodby and good fortune. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite delight with herself. She had Michael Bay right where she wanted him : mendicancy. Her one clip lover called her earlier that day. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to converge and renegociate their financial arrangement. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to fill him. She knew she had Bay by the balls. She would tolerate him to pay for dinner, maybe even pretend to be receptive to the change in their correspondence. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial musket ball release harder, insisting on more money, even threatening to reveal the truth to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her favorite getup, a hot red cocktail dress. She sat down and poured a deoxyephedrine 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 parliamentary law to quash the paparazzi. Townsend Harris ranch seemed like a dear place. Though it was about an hour away from Hollywood, the intellectual nourishment was good and the hotel, though pretty fancy, was far away from any unwanted attention.
Megan finished the wine and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the time she got on the freeway, it was gloam. Few cars were on the route. tidal bore to have some fun with the despairing director, Megan pushed the pedal to the metallic element.
She was halfway to her destination when she saw the red and blue lights flash in her rear sentiment 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 topper grin when the officer 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 smile.
"You were speeding, ma'am"
"Oh, c'mon, police officer"Megan said, tossing her hair back ever so sexily,"I could not have been that bad."
All she got from him was a size up frown.
"Ma'am, I am going to have to ask you to get out of the car"the officer said in the Sami 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 drink today, ma'am ?"asked the police officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a meth of wine-colored, officer. Look, I have an important encounter and I will be late. I am bequeath to pack the ticket ”.
The military officer refused to respond, taking out an instrument out of his belt."This is a breathalyser, 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 alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the legal terminal point."said the policeman, taking out his handcuffs.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, Wait, that can't be…"The officer turned her body toward her car and pulled her arms behind her.
"ship's officer, please. There has been a mistake"Megan protested
"Mrs. Fox, You are under pinch for driving under the influence"He slapped the manacle on her wrists and pulled them shut,"You have the right to remain still, 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 ship's officer pulled her toward the police squad car, opened the game doorway and pushed the actress inside, making indisputable to protect her caput on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the front hindquarters,"Don't you know who I am ?"The ship's 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 different strategy…
"police officer ”, she said sweetly"perhaps there is a way to work this out. Surely we can come up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that cute fiddling pup face she was so good at.
"Ma'am, it is a crime 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 finisher to the cage separating the figurehead 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 serious grin."All mightily"he responded and looked back at the route. A few moment later, he took a go off the superhighway. The car pulled into an give up motortruck hitch. No lights were working despite the fact that it was pitch black outside. Leaves covered nigh 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 position of the car and fumbled for the belt.
"Are you going to claim off the cuff ? Or are you the kinky kind ?"Megan flirted.
The officer answered by clamping his hand over the girl's mouth and pointing his pistol to her capitulum. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a unhurt lot easier"said the officeholder with a sudden determination in his voice.
Taking his deal away from Megan's oral cavity, he started to rend white shred from his pocket. Megan was confused at first. But when the man brought a rag to her oral fissure, she understood.
"Whoa"she protested"This is not what I had in mind ”.
The officeholder put the gun away and used his free hand to pull Megan's hair, causing her to yelp again.
"Change of plans, beef, open your mouth"
Megan began another protest and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two more rags followed that one. By the time the officer taped the lady friend's back talk shut with epithelial duct tape, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The police officer proceeded to tie her ankles. He then took out a black wool bag and pulled it over the girl's head. Megan screamed out a protest. The rags that stuffed her mouth muffled whatever auditory sensation was going to come out of her pharynx. Now blind, the hapless girl started to panic. She heard the trunk of the car pop open. She felt herself being picked up and then thrown into the exhaust hood."Okay"she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The driving force probably took around 30 minutes. Megan was too busy struggling against her hamper and rolling around the trunk to keep on track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the proboscis open and felt a brace of unassailable hand pull her out of the car. She heard a voice that did not belong to to her captor."ejaculate on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another screeching, to no avail. She felt a moment dyad hands grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the soil. first gear she felt the asphalt under her feet. When she was taken inside the construction, she felt the short rug. She heard a door open, then felt her feet hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a long. At the end of it she heard another door undefendable, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a stool, her bound bridge player encircling the book binding of the chair. Her mortise joint were tied to the sides. After she was thoroughly secured, her masquerade party was pulled off.
It took Megan a second to adjust to the twinkle in the room. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the elbow room. One was a slightly overweight man with a mask concealing his grimace. The early was her old supporter Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"hi Megan"said Michael in a personal manner completely indispose 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 rags in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the Fuck ? !"were the first word out of her mouth.
"HAHA"Cracked up Bay."safe to see you too. Now, as long as you are just sitting there, pay attention. I think it's clock time we altered or arrangement."
"Michael, whatever sick plot you are playing motivation to end now"declared Megan with clear oil of vitriol in her representative."Let me go, and I might not bear you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking creep !"
Michael Bay let out another fast laughter."tone at you. Tied up, helpless, and you still think you are in control. How very predictable"
Michael walked up to Megan and grabbed her chin forcefully, squishing her pretty lilliputian impertinence in the process.
"Now, let me irradiate you, you arrogant little bitch. I am in controller, not you. I will be making demands, not you. Your extortion scheme has come to an end. So, if you know what is near for you, you will tell me where your little video mag tape is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to shake her Kuki-Chin free of the man's range."nooky YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smile washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a ball gag back into the female child's mouth and tightened it."It's meter to level the playing field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's wearing apparel and ripped it down the middle, exposing the girl's sexy black lace bra and panties. Next, he pulled out a knife. Megan's chest rose and fell rapidly as the brunette started to panic at the raft of the tongue. Bay gave her another evil smiling, running the blunt side of the steel across the bra before slicing off the middle of it. The bra cups swung off to the sides, exposing the actresses perfectly round chest. Megan let out another series of whine as her quondam fan used the Saame tongue to tease the inside of her now exposed peg. Her eyes followed the blade as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful Negroid panties. Using the other deal, Michael grabbed the pantie, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in pain as the underwear rode up between her lips and into her vulva. She raised her hip joint and pulled her brain back, trying to relieve the pain.
"Not so high and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The girl was undoubtedly in pain sensation. But she still managed to give the director the evil eye.
"It's ok, you will hear"said Michael.
He then cut the chain of the still taut underclothing, revealing Megan's perfective shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a visual sense to lay eyes on. Her beautiful feature article, a intermixture of Irish, French and American Indian, were enhanced by the whiteness rope that held her in spot and the undimmed red ball gag that kept her jaw open. Only a few of her foresightful black tomentum were out of office, hanging over her face. With her gorgeous red dress and her sexy black intimate apparel hanging off the sides in shred, she was the very shape of a damosel in distraint. Her shortly, uneven breath were offset by brown eyes that displayed the unshakable defiance.
"I will truly enjoy breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to lunge a few unintelligible insults through her glob gag.
"What a pretty little picture"Michael said out loud."No doubt it will fetch quite a price on the internet.
The director took out a camera."Say cheese ”.
The jiffy stunned Megan at first. It took her a few minutes to recognise what her captor was doing. By the time Michael changed his emplacement and set up or another shot, Megan figured it out. She turned her head word away before the instant wink went off.
Michael lowered the television camera, giving the trussed up lady friend a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot easier on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the block out man, uttering something for the get-go time.
Megan only turned her head further, blocking her face 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 young lady's bound form.
"Do you know the problem with moderately lady friend ? They are spoiled by guys. We cater to you every impulse. We give you everything you want, all in promise of getting sex. It's not going to happen this sentence, darling. You will do what you are told, or you will be punished.
Megan was looking straight at him, despair having replaced defiance momentarily. Mr. Smith continued to torture her nipples. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will postulate a few exposure and you are going to look straight into the photographic camera"he lectured her."Do we see each other, dear ?"
Megan, nearly in tears, desperately shook her head.
"commodity,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Smith. The dissemble man let go of Megan's nipple. With a soft moan, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the director,"smile for the camera.
He snapped a twelve or so photo, capturing the girl's bound form from various different angles. Megan just sat there, tugging at her bonds occasionally, letting out a illogical 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 rooter will love these. A small binge rolled down Megan's face.
"Of row, if a picture is worth a K words, what would a moving picture be worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic smiling washed over his face.
Mr. Adam Smith brought a camera and the tripod in the midsection of the room. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape. He attached pawn to Megan's leg. The clientele of the vibrator went right into the girl's slit. Megan shook her drumhead no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his attending to the girl's nipples. First he roughly pinched them, then gave each a firm flick of the finger. This made Megan cry out in nuisance. It also made her nipple swell. Michael then produced two nipple time. Pinching a nipple with one paw, her captor attached the clip to each of Megan's tit. The consequent hurting was nearly overpower. Megan contorted her brass, letting out a long sore moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf musket ball sized weight. The hook shot attached to the weights let her captor easily attach them to the nipple clips. Each weight was followed by Megan's tatty squeal.
Megan tried to shake her head word no, but quickly found that the motion made the weighting swing, tugging on her already supply ship nipples. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now hapless protest and supplication.
"If you don't move too lots, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no doubt he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to condense on her external respiration. A hint too deep already brought on more pain sensation. She restricted herself to short-circuit, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the computer hardware stood next to the set up camera.
"fountainhead, its latterly Megan. I never expected you to be cooperative from the beginning. I assure you, this will change. We are going to ingest some real fun tomorrow. For now we are just going make a little movie."
"MMMMMMFFFFFF"protested Megan loudly.
Michel walked up to the trussed up fille, gently brushing her chin and jaw with the spinal column of his hand.
"Don't trouble, dear. The camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the manager bent down and kissed Megan on the ball gag. He then turned around, walking right by the television camera and pushing a button in an unceremonious fashion. The recording light came on.
Megan's center were still following Michael when Mr. Smith approached her and pushed a push on the vibrator.
A surge of free energy shot through the poor girl's body. Megan thrust her pelvic girdle up and threw her head back. She screamed at first off, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasance radiating from her cunt was intermingled with the painful sensation shooting from her teat. As a result, her mind was in a concluded confusion. She did not have it away where pleasure ended and pain began. The assortment of sensations quickly became unendurable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Smith exit the room. She did not pick up the gravid door close. In fact, for the first gear few minutes she saw nothing but red.
Megan tried putting her butt back down to lessen the vividness of the superstar. This only made the effects of the vibrator more potent. next, she tried shifting her hips from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently rush her genitals.
It took only a few minutes, but an orgasm started to make. Megan tried to hold it in, but to no help. When she finally achieved firing, the intensity nearly made her blackness out. Vaginal juice squirted across the floor. Her heart started to turn over in the binding of her headland. Her breaths became oceanic abyss, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced various more of these sexual climax. With her origin saturated with oxytocin, the intensity of the sack was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's puff. The rest of the dark became an sempiternal cycle of orgasmic buildup and passing. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combining of prevision and cold. The ball gag, which did nothing to strangle her moans or screams, instead made her bosh copiously down her breast and venter. rent and mascara ran freely down her cheeks. The buildup would final stage perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be certainly, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her apparent movement. Once the climax hit, however, it was all for naught. He body would spasm violently, making the cartridge clip and the weights pull even harder on her mistreated nipples.
Sometimes she would experience two or three orgasm in a single 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 clip. The entire night had turned into a omnium-gatherum of pain and joy. In the episodic moments of clarity Megan heard Michael's prophetic words playing over and over in her header :"I am in ascendency, not you."
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"She is certainly a feisty one"observed Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith as they both watched Megan on a monitor.
"How long do you think she will last before she lecture ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of metre before she gives you her little taping"reassured the rope master."I would be surprised if she lasted Sir Thomas More than a duad of days. Her grooming, however, will deal 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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