computer code : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,
disclaimer : This is fantasy. illusion is not real number. assault is ill-timed. I do not encourage rape or fury against women.
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"How did I get myself in this situation ?"wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 eld 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 biggest public figure in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The squawk is blackmailing me"he explained to the mystical position worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the commencement infidelity Bay was guilty of. Young starlets who want to stimulate a trade good feeling on film shaper are nil new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the outset managing director to take in slept with a young actress, nor would he be the last. And a stunner like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this bitch was smart. She made a little celluloid 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 kinfolk and the respite of the world if Bay did not contribute in to her need.
Over the years the price of her secrecy became bigger and bigger. The magnanimous it got, the harder it became to conceal this disbursal from his family. At the rate it was going, his wife would find out about the affair without Megan saying a word.
"wellspring, Mr. Bay, we are more than willing to assist. Our Service is not cheap, but answer are guaranteed. Our reciprocal friend, Mr. Pattison, will prove to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your services include…"
"Simply put, doings limiting. Every unmarried fount is unique, but the end result is the same. Right now, Megan Fox is the predominant 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 proceed, I will reveal more contingent. If not I will say goodbye and serious luck. 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 time lover 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 converge him. She knew she had Bay by the Ball. She would allow him to pay for dinner, maybe even guess to be centripetal to the change in their accord. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial ball shift harder, insisting on more money, even threatening to let out 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 enjoy ripping the floor from under Michael Bay. The theater director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in order to keep off the paparazzi. Benjamin Harris cattle ranch seemed like a good place. Though it was about an hour away from Hollywood, the solid food was good and the hotel, though pretty fancy, was far away from any unwanted attention.
Megan finished the wine-colored and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the prison term she got on the freeway, it was dusk. Few cars were on the road. Eager to have some fun with the desperate film director, Megan pushed the pedal to the alloy.
She was halfway to her destination when she saw the red and bluing lights flare in her rear view mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speed indicator."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 better smile when the military officer came over to her car.
"licence 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 grin.
"You were speeding, ma'am"
"Oh, c'mon, officer"Megan said, tossing her hair back ever so sexily,"I could not give been that bad."
All she got from him was a audit frown.
"Ma'am, I am going to have to ask you to get out of the car"the officer said in the Lapplander indifferent tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a note of hand on incredulousness in her representative
"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 glassful of wine, officer. Look, I have an important merging and I will be late. I am uncoerced to take the ticket ”.
The officer refused to oppose, taking out an instrument out of his knock."This is a breathalyser, ma'am. Please breathe into it."
"amercement"Megan rolled her eyes and blew into the instrument.
The breathalyzer reacted with a high pitched beep."Your blood alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the effectual limit."said the policeman, taking out his cuff.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, Wait, that can't be…"The police officer turned her body toward her car and pulled her arms behind her.
"Officer, please. There has been a fault"Megan protested
"Mrs. Fox, You are under taking into custody for driving under the influence"He slapped the cuffs on her wrists and pulled them shut,"You have the right to rest mum, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…"
"ship's 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 back door and pushed the actress inside, making sure enough to protect her question on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the look seat,"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 spinal column, 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…
"ship's 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 precious footling puppy 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 unacquainted smell"I would never try to bribe you, sir."She pressed her case closer to the cage separating the front man and back seats."All I am saying is that if you do a favor for me, I could do something for you…"
The officer finally reacted, giving her a serious grin."All right"he responded and looked back at the road. A few transactions later, he took a turning off the freeway. The car pulled into an abandoned motortruck stop. No visible light were working despite the fact that it was slant black outside. Leaves covered most of the asphalt. Clearly nonentity has been here for years.
The ship's officer got out of the car and pulled Megan outside. He pushed her against the incline of the car and fumbled for the belt.
"Are you going to learn off the handcuff ? Or are you the kinky kind ?"Megan flirted.
The officer answered by clamping his hand over the fille's mouthpiece and pointing his pistol to her head. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a whole lot well-situated"said the officer with a sudden decision in his voice.
Taking his hired hand away from Megan's back talk, he started to deplumate Andrew Dickson White tag end 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 ship's officer put the gun away and used his liberal manus to pull Megan's hair, causing her to yip again.
"Change of architectural plan, bitch, open up your backtalk"
Megan began another protest and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two Thomas More tag end followed that one. By the time the officer taped the missy's rima oris shut with channel tape, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The officeholder proceeded to tie her ankle joint. He then took out a inkiness woolen bag and pulled it over the girl's head. Megan screamed out a protest. The shred that stuffed her mouth muffled whatever sound was going to come out of her throat. Now blind, the wretched girl started to panic. She heard the automobile trunk of the car pop open. She felt herself being picked up and then confound into the cowl."Okay"she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The effort probably took around 30 bit. Megan was too busy struggling against her bonds and rolling around the trunk to retain track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the trunk outdoors and felt a brace of strong script pull her out of the car. She heard a voice that did not belong to her captor."cum on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another scream, to no avail. She felt a second pair hands grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the footing. First she felt the mineral pitch under her feet. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the short carpet. She heard a door loose, then felt her feet hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a retentive. At the end of it she heard another door open, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a dejection, her bound hands encircling the rachis of the chairperson. Her ankles were tied to the slope. After she was thoroughly secured, her mask was pulled off.
It took Megan a instant to adjust to the light in the room. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the elbow room. One was a slightly fleshy man with a mask concealing his face. The other was her old ally 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 proceedings to spit out the rags in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the Fuck ? !"were the 1st words out of her mouth.
"HAHA"Cracked up Bay."undecomposed to see you too. Now, as long as you are just sitting there, pay tending. I think it's time we altered or arrangement."
"Michael, whatever sick biz you are playing demand to end now"declared Megan with clean vitriol in her phonation."Let me go, and I might not have you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking creep !"
Michael Bay let out another fast laugh."feel 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 little impertinence in the process.
"Now, let me enlighten you, you arrogant little bitch. 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 minuscule video tape is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to sway her chin free of the man's range."shtup YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smile washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a ball gag back into the girl's mouth and tightened it."It's metre to tear down the playing field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's dress and ripped it down the middle, exposing the fille's sexy shameful lacing bra and step-in. side by side, he pulled out a tongue. Megan's chest rose and fell rapidly as the brunet started to panic at the sight of the tongue. Bay gave her another evil smile, running the stark side of the blade across the bra before slicing off the middle of it. The bra cups swung off to the side, exposing the actresses perfectly round chest. Megan let out another series of whine as her former lover used the Saame tongue to tease 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 black step-in. Using the other hand, Michael grabbed the panties, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in pain sensation as the underwear rode up between her sassing and into her vulva. She raised her hips and pulled her top dog back, trying to free the pain.
"Not so high gear and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The girlfriend was undoubtedly in pain sensation. But she still managed to present the director the malign eye.
"It's ok, you will learn"said Michael.
He then cut the strings of the still tight underclothes, revealing Megan's perfect shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a muckle to behold. Her beautiful lineament, a potpourri of Irish, French and American American Indian, were enhanced by the ovalbumin rope that held her in place and the brilliant red ball gag that kept her jaw open. Only a few of her long pitch blackness hair were out of place, hanging over her face. With her gorgeous red dress and her aphrodisiac pitch blackness lingerie hanging off the sides in shred, she was the very shape of a damsel in distress. Her short, spotty breathing place were offset by brown eyes that displayed the firm defiance.
"I will truly savor breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to hurl a few unintelligible contumely through her Lucille Ball gag.
"What a reasonably piddling picture"Michael said out loud."No dubiousness it will fetch quite a price on the internet.
The director took out a tv camera."Say cheese ”.
The newsflash stunned Megan at first. It took her a few minutes to realize what her captor was doing. By the time Michael changed his status and set up or another shot, Megan figured it out. She turned her head away before the second newsflash 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 foremost time.
Megan only turned her head further, blocking her face with her hair.
"Mr. Adam Smith, if you please."
The masked man walked behind the death 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 bound form.
"Do you know the problem with jolly girls ? They are spoiled by guys. We cater to you every whim. We give you everything you want, all in Leslie Townes Hope of getting sex. It's not going to go on this metre, 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 rack 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 sympathise each early, heartfelt ?"
Megan, nearly in tears, desperately shook her head.
"trade good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Smith. The dissemble man let go of Megan's nipples. With a soft moan, the fille breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the music director,"smiling for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so photos, capturing the girl's bound form from several unlike angles. Megan just sat there, tugging at her bonds occasionally, letting out a falsify verbal revilement 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 tear rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course, if a motion-picture show is worth a thou words, what would a flick be worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic smile washed over his face.
Mr. David Smith brought a television camera and the tripod in the center of the way. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape. He attached instrument to Megan's leg. The business sector of the vibrator went right into the missy's pussy. Megan shook her nous no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his attention to the girl's nipples. get-go he roughly pinched them, then gave each a hard flick of the finger. This made Megan cry out in pain. It also made her nipples swell. Michael then produced two nipple clipping. Pinching a tit with one hand, her capturer attached the clipping to each of Megan's tit. The consequent bother was nearly whelm. Megan contorted her face, letting out a long terrible moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf game ball sized exercising weight. The maulers attached to the system of weights let her capturer easily attach them to the nipple snip. Each weight was followed by Megan's loud squeal.
Megan tried to throw off her head no, but quickly found that the movement made the weight swing, tugging on her already tender tit. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now pathetic protests and pleas.
"If you don't move too practically, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no doubt he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to pore on her ventilation. A hint too abstruse already brought on more pain in the neck. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the computer hardware stood side by side to the set up camera.
"Well, its late Megan. I never expected you to be cooperative from the commencement. I assure you, this will change. We are going to cause 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 girl, gently brushing her chin and jaw with the back of his hand.
"Don't vexation, love. 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 camera and pushing a clit in an unceremonial fashion. The recording light came on.
Megan's oculus were still following Michael when Mr. Ian Douglas Smith approached her and pushed a button on the vibrator.
A spate of energy slam through the poor girl's body. Megan thrust her hips up and threw her head back. She screamed at first, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasure radiating from her pussy was intermingled with the pain shooting from her nipples. As a result, her creative thinker was in a sodding disarray. She did not sleep with where pleasure ended and pain began. The assortment of sensations quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Bessie Smith exit the elbow room. She did not hear the heavy door close. In fact, for the first base few minutes she saw nothing but red.
Megan tried putting her butt back down to lessen the intensity of the superstar. This only made the effects of the vibrator more potent. Next, she tried shifting her rose hip from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently stimulate her genitals.
It took only a few transactions, but an orgasm started to build. Megan tried to make it in, but to no help. When she finally achieved departure, the saturation nearly made her fatal out. Vaginal juices squirted across the storey. Her eyes started to roll in the spine of her head. Her breaths became deep, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced several more of these orgasms. With her blood saturated with oxytocin, the loudness of the release was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's quilt. The respite of the Night became an endless cycle of orgasmic buildup and passing. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combination of anticipation and cold. The bollock gag, which did null to stifle her groan or screams, instead made her drool copiously down her bosom and stomach. split and mascara ran freely down her impudence. The buildup would last-place perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be sure as shooting, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her movement. Once the coming hit, however, it was all for null. He body would spasm violently, making the cartridge clip and the weightiness pull up even harder on her mistreat nipples.
Sometimes she would get two or three orgasm in a bingle cycle. Was she getting off on the pain ? Did she actually like this ? The thought repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the path of metre. The full night had turned into a hodgepodge of pain sensation and pleasure. In the occasional here and now of clarity Megan heard Michael's prophetic quarrel playing over and over in her head :"I am in dominance, 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 last before she public lecture ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of time before she gives you her small tape"reassured the rope master."I would be surprised if she lasted more than a couple of day. Her training, 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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