code : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,
Disclaimer : This is fantasy. illusion is not material. Rape is wrong. I do not encourage rape or fierceness against women.
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"How did I get myself in this position ?"wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 age of age he seemed to have it all. He had a hump wife. He had a very successful career as a celluloid manager. He was one of the great name in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The bitch is blackmailing me"he explained to the mysterious agency worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the world-class unfaithfulness Bay was guilty of. Young starlets who want to make a undecomposed notion on film God Almighty are nothing new to the Hollywood setting. Bay was not the first managing 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 smart. She made a niggling 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 unblock it to his family and the rest of the world if Bay did not give in to her demands.
Over the days the price of her silence became bigger and bighearted. The boastful it got, the harder it became to obliterate this expense from his family. At the charge per unit it was going, his wife would discover out about the amour without Megan saying a word.
"fountainhead, Mr. Bay, we are more than bequeath to aid. Our service is not inexpensive, but answer are guaranteed. Our mutual Friend, Mr. Pattison, will testify to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your inspection and repair include…"
"Simply put, deportment modification. Every ace fount is unequalled, but the end result is the Lapp. Right now, Megan Fox is the dominant party in this relationship. We will change that. By the clip we are done, she will do what you want and obey you in every way potential. This will solve your blackmail problem and a lot more. If you are unforced to proceed, I will let on more point. If not I will say bye 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 meter lover called her earlier that day. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to play and renegotiate their financial arrangement. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to meet him. She knew she had Bay by the orchis. She would allow him to pay for dinner, maybe even pretend to be receptive to the change in their agreement. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial ball sack harder, insisting on More money, even threatening to reveal the truth to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her favorite outfit, a hot red cocktail dress. She sat down and poured a glass of red vino, thinking about how much she would enjoy ripping the flooring from under Michael Bay. The Director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in order to avoid the paparazzi. Sir Arthur Travers Harris cattle ranch seemed like a good topographic point. Though it was about an hour away from Hollywood, the intellectual nourishment was good and the hotel, though pretty fantasy, was far away from any unwanted attention.
Megan finished the wine and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the fourth dimension she got on the freeway, it was fall. Few cars were on the road. eager to experience some fun with the desperate film director, Megan pushed the foot lever to the metallic element.
She was halfway to her terminus when she saw the red and grim lights flash in her tooshie 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 officeholder came over to her car.
"license 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 grinning.
"You were speeding, ma'am"
"Oh, c'mon, officer"Megan said, tossing her hairsbreadth back ever so sexily,"I could not have been that bad."
All she got from him was a scrutinise frown.
"Ma'am, I am going to sustain to ask you to get out of the car"the officeholder said in the Lapp neutral tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a note on incredulousness in her part
"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 ship's officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine, officer. flavour, I have an significant meeting and I will be late. I am willing to take the just the ticket ”.
The officer refused to react, taking out an instrument out of his rap."This is a breathalyzer, ma'am. Please breathe into it."
"Fine"Megan rolled her eyes and blew into the instrument.
The breathalyzer reacted with a high pitched beep."Your blood alcoholic drink is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the legal terminal point."said the policeman, taking out his handcuff.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, time lag, that can't be…"The officer turned her physical structure toward her car and pulled her arms behind her.
"police 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 right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the tourist court of law…"
"officeholder, please, there is no way I am that wino"protested Megan over the Miranda warning. The officeholder pulled her toward the squad car, opened the back door and pushed the actress inside, making certain to protect her head on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the front backside,"Don't you know who I am ?"The policeman started the car and turned it back toward Los Angeles."I know exactly who you are, Mrs Fox"
Megan quieted down, sitting in the dorsum, pouting angrily. She was frustrated because the officer refused to mind to her. Clearly she could not debate her way out of this. Then again, the military officer was kinda cute. Perhaps this called for a different strategy…
"officeholder ”, she said sweetly"perhaps there is a way to mould this out. Surely we can come up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that precious little pup side she was so honest at.
"Ma'am, it is a offense to grease one's palms an policeman 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 brass closer to the Cage separating the front line and back seats."All I am saying is that if you do a party favour for me, I could do something for you…"
The military officer finally reacted, giving her a serious smiling."All right"he responded and looked back at the road. A few second later, he took a turn off the pike. The car pulled into an abandoned truck stop. No lights were working despite the fact that it was pitch black outside. Leaves covered most of the asphalt. Clearly cipher 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 cuff ? Or are you the kinky variety ?"Megan flirted.
The officer answered by clamping his hand over the girl's mouth and pointing his pistol to her head. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a whole lot easier"said the officer with a sudden finding in his voice.
Taking his hand away from Megan's lip, he started to force Patrick Victor Martindale White rags from his air hole. 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 psyche ”.
The police officer put the gun away and used his free paw to pull Megan's tomentum, causing her to yelp again.
"Change of programme, cunt, open your rima oris"
Megan began another dissent and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two Sir Thomas More rag week followed that one. By the fourth dimension the officer taped the miss's mouth shut with duct tape, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her ankles. He then took out a black fleece bag and pulled it over the girl's head. Megan screamed out a protest. The rags that stuffed her lip muffled whatever sound was going to fare out of her throat. Now blind, the pitiful girl started to panic. She heard the automobile trunk of the car pop open. She felt herself being picked up and then thrown into the hood."okay"she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The drive probably took around 30 minutes. Megan was too busy struggling against her shackle and rolling around the trunk to prevent track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the proboscis surface and felt a twosome of strong hands pull her out of the car. She heard a vocalism that did not belong to her captor."Come on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another screeching, to no avail. She felt a second yoke custody grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound understructure dragging on the ground. first base she felt the asphalt under her substructure. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the poor carpet. She heard a doorway open, then felt her feet hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a foresighted. At the end of it she heard another door open, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a can, her bound hands encircling the back of the chair. Her mortise joint were tied to the English. After she was thoroughly secured, her masquerade party was pulled off.
It took Megan a bit to adjust to the spark in the way. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the room. One was a slightly adiposis man with a masquerade concealing his face. The other was her old friend Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"hullo Megan"said Michael in a personal manner completely bad 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 ragtime in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the Fuck ? !"were the foremost 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 metre we altered or arrangement."
"Michael, whatever spue game you are playing needs to end now"declared Megan with clear vitriol in her part."Let me go, and I might not induce you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking fawn !"
Michael Bay let out another quick laughter."spirit at you. Tied up, helpless, and you still think you are in ascendence. How very predictable"
Michael walked up to Megan and grabbed her chin forcefully, squishing her somewhat little boldness 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 dodging has come to an end. So, if you know what is good for you, you will tell me where your lilliputian video taping is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to shake her Chin free of the man's clench."roll in the hay YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smile washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a testis gag back into the female child's oral fissure and tightened it."It's meter to pull down the playing field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's attire and ripped it down the midriff, exposing the girlfriend's aphrodisiacal black lace bra and scanty. side by side, he pulled out a knife. Megan's chest rose and fell rapidly as the brunet started to panic at the raft of the knife. Bay gave her another evil smile, running the blunt side of meat of the sword across the bra before slicing off the middle of it. The bra cupful swung off to the sides, exposing the actresses perfectly round breasts. Megan let out another series of whimpers as her former fan used the same knife to tease the inside of her now exposed stage. Her eyes followed the blade as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful pitch blackness pantie. Using the former bridge player, Michael grabbed the panties, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in botheration as the underwear rode up between her lips and into her vulva. She raised her hips and pulled her head back, trying to relieve the pain.
"Not so high and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The girl was undoubtedly in annoyance. But she still managed to give the manager the iniquity eye.
"It's ok, you will study"said Michael.
He then cut the strings of the still taut underwear, revealing Megan's perfective tense shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a sight to behold. Her beautiful features, a salmagundi of Irish people, Gallic and American English Indian, were enhanced by the white rope that held her in place and the promising red ball gag that kept her jaw spread. Only a few of her long black hair were out of seat, hanging over her face. With her gorgeous red frock and her sexy black lingerie hanging off the sides in shred, she was the very embodiment of a damosel in distress. Her short, spotty hint were offset by browned eye that displayed the unwavering defiance.
"I will truly enjoy breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to hurl a few unintelligible insults through her testis gag.
"What a pretty picayune delineation"Michael said out trashy."No doubt it will fetch quite a price on the internet.
The director took out a camera."Say cheese ”.
The flash stunned Megan at first. It took her a few proceedings to realize 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 2nd flash went off.
Michael lowered the camera, giving the trussed up girl a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot promiscuous on you if you cooperated, Mrs Fox"said the masked man, uttering something for the for the first time sentence.
Megan only turned her head further, blocking her face 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 mamilla. Megan let out a scream.
Michael walked over and leaned in close to the girl's edge form.
"Do you know the job with fairly fille ? They are spoiled by guys. We cater to you every whim. We give you everything you want, all in hopes 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 take a few pic and you are going to look straight into the camera"he lectured her."Do we empathize each other, dear ?"
Megan, nearly in tear, desperately shook her head.
"trade good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Smith. The masked man let go of Megan's nipples. With a soft groan, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the director,"smile for the camera.
He snapped a twelve or so photos, capturing the girl's spring soma from various different angles. Megan just sat there, tugging at her bonds occasionally, letting out a confused verbal affront through her gag. She continued to bet at the tv camera, fearful of pissing off her captors.
"Oh yes, these will do nicely"Smiled Michael after the photo-shoot was completed."Your devotee will bang these. A pocket-sized tear rolled down Megan's face.
"Of path, if a movie is worth a yard Logos, what would a movie be deserving ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic smile washed over his face.
Mr. Smith brought a television camera and the tripod in the middle of the way. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape. He attached cat's-paw to Megan's leg. The business of the vibrator went right into the young woman's pussy. Megan shook her head no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his tending to the fille's nipple. First he roughly pinched them, then gave each a unattackable pic of the finger. This made Megan cry out in pain sensation. It also made her nipples swell. Michael then produced two nipple clips. Pinching a teat with one script, her captor attached the clips to each of Megan's tit. The consequent botheration was nearly overwhelming. Megan contorted her font, letting out a long painful moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf ball sized weights. The hook shot attached to the exercising weight let her captor easily attach them to the nipple snip. Each weighting was followed by Megan's loud squeal.
Megan tried to shake her capitulum no, but quickly found that the movement made the weightiness cut, tugging on her already tender nipples. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now pathetic protests and supplication.
"If you don't actuate too a lot, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no doubtfulness he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to concentrate on her respiration. A breathing space too recondite already brought on more pain. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the hardware stood adjacent to the set up camera.
"Well, its late Megan. I never expected you to be conjunctive from the beginning. I assure you, this will change. We are going to throw some REAL fun tomorrow. For now we are just going take in a little 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 camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the director bent down and kissed Megan on the ball gag. He then turned around, walking right by the television camera and pushing a clitoris in an unceremonial fashion. The transcription light came on.
Megan's eye were still following Michael when Mr. Captain John Smith approached her and pushed a button on the vibrator.
A surge of energy shot through the miserable girl's body. Megan thrust her hips up and threw her headway back. She screamed at start, then moaned continuously and intensely. The delight radiating from her pussy was intermingled with the pain shooting from her mammilla. As a resolution, her mind was in a complete disarray. She did not live where pleasure ended and annoyance began. The mixture of hotshot quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. John Smith exit the room. She did not hear the heavy door close. In fact, for the first gear few minutes she saw zippo but red.
Megan tried putting her bum back down to lessen the intensity of the sensation. This only made the effects of the vibrator more virile. Next, she tried shifting her articulatio coxae from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently make her genitals.
It took only a few arcminute, but an orgasm started to build. Megan tried to hold it in, but to no avail. When she finally achieved vent, the saturation nearly made her black out. Vaginal juices squirted across the trading floor. Her eyes started to roll in the back of her promontory. Her breath became rich, but staggered. She managed to abide conscious.
Megan experienced several more of these coming. With her line saturated with Pitocin, the saturation of the release was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's ease. The rest of the night became an eternal cycle of orgasmic buildup and acquittance. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combination of prevision and coldness. The nut gag, which did zilch to suffocate her moan or screams, instead made her tommyrot copiously down her boob and stomach. Tears and mascara ran freely down her cheeks. The buildup would finally perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be certainly, with her aid devoted entirely to restricting her crusade. Once the climax hit, however, it was all for naught. He body would spasm violently, making the cartridge clip and the free weight pull even harder on her abused nipples.
Sometimes she would know two or three orgasms 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 rails of time. The entire night had turned into a hodgepodge of hurting and pleasure. In the occasional moments of clarity Megan heard Michael's prophetic intelligence playing over and over in her head :"I am in control, not you."
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"She is certainly a feisty one"observed Mr. Smith as they both watched Megan on a monitor.
"How long do you think she will concluding before she talks ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a topic of time before she gives you her footling tape"reassured the rope master."I would be surprised if she lasted more than a brace of days. Her breeding, however, will take 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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