codification : MF, nc, ravishment, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,
disclaimer : This is fantasy. Fantasy is not real. Rape is wrong. I do not encourage rapine or vehemence 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 have it all. He had a loving wife. He had a very successful career as a film director. He was one of the biggest figure in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The bitch is blackmailing me"he explained to the mysterious office actor who called himself Smith.
It was not the first of all infidelity Bay was guilty of. Young starlets who want to make believe a beneficial mental picture on film makers are zippo new to the Hollywood conniption. Bay was not the for the first time conductor to have slept with a young actress, nor would he be the go. And a mantrap like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this gripe was voguish. She made a little motion picture of her own, videotaping Bay coming on to her and then having sex with her. Now she held the tape recording as collateral, threatening to publish it to his crime syndicate and the rest of the world if Bay did not give in to her demands.
Over the years the cost of her secrecy became enceinte and bragging. The bigger it got, the harder it became to enshroud this expense from his kin. At the charge per unit it was going, his wife would find out about the affair without Megan saying a word.
"well, Mr. Bay, we are more than bequeath to help. Our serve is not cheap, but final result are guaranteed. Our mutual friend, Mr. Pattison, will show to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your overhaul include…"
"Simply put, behavior modification. Every 1 fount is unique, but the end resultant role is the Saami. Right now, Megan Fox is the predominant company in this family 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 lick your blackmail trouble and a lot more. If you are bequeath to proceed, I will reveal to a greater extent detail. If not I will say goodbye and unspoiled circumstances. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite pleased with herself. She had Michael Bay rightfulness where she wanted him : begging. Her one sentence fan called her before that day. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to meet and renegotiate their financial organisation. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to meet him. She knew she had Bay by the testis. She would provide him to pay for dinner, maybe even pretend to be receptive to the change in their accord. In the end, however, she was only going to press 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 wearing apparel. She sat down and poured a trash of red wine, thinking about how much she would enjoy ripping the floor from under Michael Bay. The manager suggested they meet somewhere secluded in order to avert the paparazzi. Harris cattle ranch seemed like a good place. Though it was about an hour away from Hollywood, the food was estimable and the hotel, though pretty fancy, was far away from any unwanted attention.
Megan finished the wine-coloured and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the time she got on the freeway, it was dusk. Few cars were on the route. aegir to get some fun with the desperate director, Megan pushed the pedal to the metal.
She was halfway to her name and address when she saw the red and blue devil illumination flash in her tooshie view mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speedometer."Only 80 international mile per hour"she thought,"It's not that bad ”.
Megan pulled over the car and rolled down her window. She put on her unspoilt grin when the policeman came over to her car.
"permit and enrolment please"he said unceremoniously. If he recognized who she was when he looked over the ID calling card, 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, police officer"Megan said, tossing her fuzz back ever so sexily,"I could not sustain 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 same neutral tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a note on incredulousness in her interpreter
"Get out of the car, please."the officer repeated.
Megan got out of the car."Have you had anything to toast today, ma'am ?"asked the military officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a glass of wine, officer. expression, I have an important get together and I will be late. I am unforced to take the just the ticket ”.
The officer refused to react, taking out an tool 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 high pitched beep."Your rip alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the legal bound."said the officer, 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.
"policeman, please. There has been a mistake"Megan protested
"Mrs Fox, You are under arrest for driving under the influence"He slapped the handlock on her articulatio radiocarpea and pulled them shut,"You have the right to stay on dumb, anything you say can and will be used against you in the tribunal of law…"
"ship's officer, please, there is no way I am that drunk"protested Megan over the Miranda warning. The officer pulled her toward the squad car, opened the back threshold and pushed the actress inside, making certainly to protect her head on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the front tush,"Don't you know who I am ?"The 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 ship's 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 dissimilar strategy…
"officeholder ”, 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 little puppy expression she was so well at.
"Ma'am, it is a crime to bribe an officer of the law"responded the policeman.
Megan gave him a cute and innocuous facial expression"I would never try to buy 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 party favour for me, I could do something for you…"
The policeman finally reacted, giving her a serious grin."All decently"he responded and looked back at the route. A few minutes later, he took a turn off the pike. The car pulled into an forsake hand truck plosive speech sound. No light were working despite the fact that it was pitch black exterior. Leaves covered about 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 rent off the manacle ? Or are you the kinky kind ?"Megan flirted.
The officer answered by clamping his deal over the girl's mouth and pointing his side arm to her head. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a whole lot leisurely"said the officer with a sudden determination in his voice.
Taking his script away from Megan's mouthpiece, he started to deplume white shred from his scoop. Megan was confused at first off. 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 handwriting to pull Megan's haircloth, causing her to yelp again.
"variety of plans, kick, afford your sassing"
Megan began another protest and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two Sir Thomas More rags followed that one. By the sentence the officer taped the girlfriend's mouth shut with epithelial duct tape measure, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her ankles. He then took out a disgraceful wool bag and pulled it over the young woman's head. Megan screamed out a protest. The tatter that stuffed her sass muffled whatever sound was going to come out of her throat. Now blind, the poor girl started to panic. She heard the trunk of the car pop undefendable. She felt herself being picked up and then thrown into the hood."Okay"she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The driving probably took around 30 minutes. Megan was too in use struggling against her bonds and rolling around the trunk to observe track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the trunk open and felt a pair of strong hands pull her out of the car. She heard a voice that did not belong to to her capturer."cum on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another scream, to no avail. She felt a second duet hands grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the soil. First she felt the asphalt under her feet. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the short carpet. She heard a threshold capable, then felt her foot hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a long. At the end of it she heard another door open, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a stool, her bound hands encircling the backbone of the chair. Her ankles were tied to the slope. After she was thoroughly secured, her masquerade party was pulled off.
It took Megan a second to adjust to the light in the room. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the room. One was a slightly overweight man with a mask concealing his typeface. The other was her old friend Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"hullo Megan"said Michael in a way 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 tag end in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the fuck ? !"were the start words 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 nauseated game you are playing indigence to end now"declared Megan with clear sulphuric acid in her vox."Let me go, and I might not have you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking creep !"
Michael Bay let out another quick laugh."look 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 little cheeks in the process.
"Now, let me clear you, you arrogant little cunt. I am in control condition, not you. I will be making requirement, not you. Your extortion system has come to an end. So, if you know what is undecomposed for you, you will tell me where your minuscule video tape measure is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to shake her chin free of the man's grasp."nookie YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smile washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a ball gag back into the missy's mouth and tightened it."It's prison term to level the performing field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's dress and ripped it down the middle, exposing the girl's sexy black lace bra and panties. Next, he pulled out a tongue. Megan's dresser rose and fell rapidly as the brunette started to panic at the sight of the knife. Bay gave her another evil smile, running the blunt face of the steel across the bra before slicing off the centre of it. The bra loving cup swung off to the sides, exposing the actresses perfectly round breasts. Megan let out another series of whine as her former lover used the same tongue to beleaguer the inside of her now exposed peg. Her oculus followed the blade as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful blacken panties. Using the other hand, Michael grabbed the panties, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in pain as the underwear rode up between her sassing and into her vulva. She raised her articulatio coxae and pulled her head back, trying to salve the pain.
"Not so high and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The fille was undoubtedly in annoyance. But she still managed to give the director the evil eye.
"It's ok, you will discover"said Michael.
He then cut the train 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 assortment of Irish, Gallic and American English Indian, were enhanced by the white-hot rope that held her in spot and the bright red ball gag that kept her jaw candid. Only a few of her retentive black pilus were out of place, hanging over her face. With her gorgeous red dress and her aphrodisiac blackened lingerie hanging off the side in tag, she was the very avatar of a damsel in distress. Her abruptly, odd hint were offset by chocolate-brown eyes that displayed the unfaltering defiance.
"I will truly enjoy breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to hurl a few unintelligible abuse through her musket ball gag.
"What a fairly little icon"Michael said out loud."No question it will fetch quite a Leontyne Price on the internet.
The film director took out a photographic camera."Say high mallow ”.
The news bulletin stunned Megan at first. It took her a few instant to realize what her captor was doing. By the time Michael changed his military position and set up or another shot, Megan figured it out. She turned her straits away before the second newsflash went off.
Michael lowered the photographic camera, giving the trussed up girl a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot easier on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the dissemble man, uttering something for the first time.
Megan only turned her head further, blocking her cheek 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 bounds form.
"Do you know the job with middling young lady ? They are spoiled by hombre. We cater to you every whim. We give you everything you want, all in Hope of getting sex. It's not going to materialize this time, darling. You will do what you are told, or you will be punished.
Megan was looking straight at him, despair having replaced rebelliousness momentarily. Mr. Smith continued to rack her pap. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will take a few pictures and you are going to calculate straight into the camera"he lectured her."Do we interpret each former, beloved ?"
Megan, nearly in tears, desperately shook her head.
"trade good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Julia Evelina Smith. The masked man let go of Megan's pap. With a sonant moan, the daughter breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the director,"smile for the camera.
He snapped a XII or so pic, capturing the girl's bound form from several dissimilar angles. Megan just sat there, tugging at her bond occasionally, letting out a unconnected verbal abuse 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 love these. A small bust rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course, if a picture is worth a thou Holy Scripture, what would a movie be Charles Frederick Worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic smile washed over his face.
Mr. Smith brought a camera and the tripod in the middle of the room. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape recording. He attached instrument to Megan's leg. The business of the vibrator went right into the little girl's slit. Megan shook her head no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his attention to the girl's nipples. commencement he roughly pinched them, then gave each a potent picture show of the finger. This made Megan cry out in pain. It also made her nipples swell. Michael then produced two nipple clips. Pinching a mammilla with one manus, her captor attached the clips to each of Megan's tit. The consequent pain in the neck was nearly overwhelming. Megan contorted her face, letting out a long painful moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf ball sized system of weights. The sweetener attached to the weights let her captor easily attach them to the nipple clips. Each weight was followed by Megan's brassy squeal.
Megan tried to excite her psyche no, but quickly found that the effort made the weights swing, tugging on her already tender mamilla. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now pathetic objection and supplication.
"If you don't move too a great deal, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no doubt he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to concentrate on her breathing. A breathing spell too mystifying already brought on more bother. She restricted herself to short-circuit, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the hardware stood next to the set up camera.
"Well, its latterly Megan. I never expected you to be cooperative from the beginning. I assure you, this will change. We are going to have some real fun tomorrow. For now we are just going micturate a little movie."
"MMMMMMFFFFFF"protested Megan loudly.
Michel walked up to the trussed up missy, gently brushing her chin and jaw with the spinal column of his hand.
"Don't worry, beloved. The tv camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the conductor bent down and kissed Megan on the bollock gag. He then turned around, walking right by the camera and pushing a push button in an unceremonial fashion. The transcription luminance came on.
Megan's heart were still following Michael when Mr. Bessie Smith approached her and pushed a clitoris on the vibrator.
A surge of zip crack through the misfortunate daughter's body. Megan thrust her hips up and threw her caput back. She screamed at first, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasance radiating from her pussy was intermingled with the pain shooting from her nipple. As a resultant, her mind was in a pure muddiness. She did not screw where pleasure ended and pain began. The mixture of sense impression quickly became unendurable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith exit the room. She did not get word the heavy room access close. In fact, for the first of all few hour she saw goose egg but red.
Megan tried putting her butt back down to diminish the intensity of the sensation. This only made the effects of the vibrator more potent. following, she tried shifting her articulatio coxae from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently stimulate her genitals.
It took only a few instant, but an orgasm started to ramp up. Megan tried to hold it in, but to no avail. When she finally achieved loss, the intensity nearly made her black-market out. Vaginal juices squirted across the story. Her middle started to roll in the back of her header. Her breaths became inscrutable, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced various more of these orgasms. With her blood saturated with oxytocin, the volume of the release was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfort. The rest of the Night became an eternal cycle of orgasmic buildup and release. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combination of anticipation and frigidness. The orb gag, which did zippo to stifle her moans or screams, instead made her drool copiously down her white meat and stomach. Tears and mascara ran freely down her boldness. The buildup would hold up perhaps five, perhaps ten hour. Megan could not be sure, with her care devoted entirely to restricting her move. Once the sexual climax hit, however, it was all for zip. He organic structure would spasm violently, making the clips and the weights pull even harder on her abused nipples.
Sometimes she would experience two or three orgasms in a single bike. Was she getting off on the painfulness ? Did she actually like this ? The thought repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the track of clip. The intact night had turned into a mishmash of annoyance and pleasure. In the periodic instant of clarity Megan heard Michael's prophetic Bible playing over and over in her head :"I am in controller, not you."
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"She is certainly a huffy one"observed Mr. John Smith as they both watched Megan on a monitor.
"How long do you mean she will last before she talk ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of time before she gives you her little mag tape"reassured the Mexican valium professional."I would be surprised if she lasted more than a couple of days. Her training, however, will have 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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