Codes : MF, nc, violation, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bail,
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"How did I get myself in this situation ?"wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 long time of age he seemed to take in it all. He had a have a go at it wife. He had a very successful life history as a picture show director. He was one of the bragging names in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The bitch is blackmailing me"he explained to the mysterious bureau actor who called himself Smith.
It was not the first unfaithfulness Bay was guilty of. Young starlets who want to make a salutary impression on motion picture makers are nothing new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the first film director to birth slept with a young actress, nor would he be the net. And a knockout like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this cunt was smart. 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 as collateral, threatening to turn it to his family and the rest of the world if Bay did not afford in to her requirement.
Over the yr the toll of her silence became expectant and bigger. The openhanded it got, the harder it became to veil 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 bequeath to serve. Our serve is not loud, but results are guaranteed. Our mutual friend, Mr. Pattison, will testify to that.
Bay was hesitating"Your religious service include…"
"Simply put, behavior limiting. Every individual causa is unique, but the end result is the Same. Right now, Megan Fox is the dominant political 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 job and a lot more. If you are willing to proceed, I will bring out more detail. If not I will say cheerio and thoroughly luck. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite pleased with herself. She had Michael Bay right hand where she wanted him : beggary. Her one time devotee called her early that day. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to meet and renegotiate their financial arrangement. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to meet him. She knew she had Bay by the balls. She would allow him to pay for dinner, maybe even affect to be receptive to the alteration in their agreement. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial ball chemise harder, insisting on More money, even threatening to let out the truth to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her ducky outfit, a hot red cocktail dress. She sat down and poured a methamphetamine of red wine, thinking about how a great deal she would love ripping the floor from under Michael Bay. The Director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in guild to invalidate the paparazzi. Harris spread seemed like a salutary position. Though it was about an 60 minutes away from Hollywood, the food for thought was dependable and the hotel, though fairly illusion, 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 dusk. Few cars were on the route. tidal bore to deliver some fun with the desperate managing director, Megan pushed the pedal to the metal.
She was halfway to her finish when she saw the red and blue brightness level news bulletin in her rear view mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speed indicator."Only 80 miles per hr"she thought,"It's not that bad ”.
Megan pulled over the car and rolled down her window. She put on her topper smile when the military officer came over to her car.
"licence and adjustment delight"he said unceremoniously. If he recognized who she was when he looked over the ID add-in, 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's-breadth 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 officeholder said in the like indifferent tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a distinction 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 officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a ice of wine-colored, officer. flavour, I have an important get together and I will be late. I am volition to take the ticket ”.
The officer refused to respond, taking out an instrument out of his whang."This is a breathalyser, ma'am. please breathe into it."
"Fine"Megan rolled her optic and blew into the instrument.
The breathalyzer reacted with a senior high school pitched beep."Your rip inebriant is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the effectual limit."said the officeholder, taking out his handcuffs.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, Wait, that can't be…"The police officer turned her physical structure toward her car and pulled her arms behind her.
"military officer, please. There has been a misunderstanding"Megan protested
"Mrs. Fox, You are under arrest for driving under the influence"He slapped the cuffs on her carpus and pulled them shut,"You have the rightfulness to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the motor hotel of law…"
"officer, please, there is no way I am that drunkard"protested Megan over the Miranda warning. The officer pulled her toward the police squad car, opened the second door and pushed the actress inside, making for sure to protect her head teacher on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the front 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 back, pouting angrily. She was frustrated because the officer refused to take heed 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…
"policeman ”, she said sweetly"perhaps there is a way to work this out. Surely we can get up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that cunning little puppy face she was so thoroughly at.
"Ma'am, it is a crime to bribe an officer of the law"responded the policeman.
Megan gave him a cute and clean-handed look"I would never try to grease one's palms you, sir."She pressed her typeface closer to the John Milton Cage Jr. separating the front and back can."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 right"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 truck stop. No brightness were working despite the fact that it was pitch opprobrious outside. Leaves covered almost of the mineral pitch. Clearly nonentity has been here for years.
The officer got out of the car and pulled Megan outside. He pushed her against the face of the car and fumbled for the belt.
"Are you going to shoot off the manacle ? Or are you the kinky form ?"Megan flirted.
The policeman answered by clamping his script over the fille's mouth and pointing his side arm to her brain. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a whole lot loose"said the officer with a sudden determination in his voice.
Taking his hand away from Megan's mouth, he started to draw out white rags from his sac. Megan was confused at first off. But when the man brought a rag to her lip, she understood.
"Whoa"she protested"This is not what I had in nous ”.
The officer put the gun away and used his unblock hand to pull Megan's hair, causing her to yelp again.
"variety of plans, bitch, open your backtalk"
Megan began another dissent and got the rag shoved into her oral cavity. Two more rags followed that one. By the time the officer taped the girl's mouthpiece shut with duct magnetic tape, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The police officer proceeded to tie her mortise joint. He then took out a mordant wool bag and pulled it over the girl's pass. Megan screamed out a dissent. The rags that stuffed her back talk muffled whatever phone was going to come out of her throat. Now blind, the poor people girl started to panic. She heard the 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 officious struggling against her trammel and rolling around the trunk 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 capturer."ejaculate on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another scream, to no avail. She felt a second twain hands grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the ground. First she felt the asphalt under her feet. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the short carpet. She heard a doorway subject, then felt her feet hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a long. At the end of it she heard another threshold open, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a stool, her bound bridge player encircling the backrest of the chair. Her mortise joint were tied to the sides. After she was thoroughly secured, her mask was pulled off.
It took Megan a moment 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 masquerade concealing his face. The other was her old friend Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"Hello Megan"said Michael in a personal manner completely disqualify 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 second to pitter-patter out the ragtime in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the ass ? !"were the starting time row 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 grisly secret plan you are playing needs to end now"declared Megan with clean-cut sulphuric acid in her part."Let me go, and I might not possess you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking creep !"
Michael Bay let out another straightaway laugh."Look at you. Tied up, helpless, and you still think you are in command. How very predictable"
Michael walked up to Megan and grabbed her mentum forcefully, squishing her middling little cheeks in the process.
"Now, let me elucidate you, you arrogant short bitch. I am in mastery, not you. I will be making need, not you. Your extortion schema 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 Kuki free of the man's clutch."nooky YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smiling washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a testicle gag back into the girl's oral cavity and tightened it."It's time to level the acting field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's wearing apparel and ripped it down the centre, exposing the female child's sexy black lacing bra and panties. side by side, he pulled out a knife. Megan's chest rose and fell rapidly as the brunette started to panic at the sight of the tongue. Bay gave her another evil smile, running the blunt side of the blade across the bra before slicing off the middle of it. The bra loving cup swung off to the sides, exposing the actresses perfectly round knocker. Megan let out another serial of whine as her late devotee used the Saami knife 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 melanize pantie. Using the other deal, Michael grabbed the panties, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in pain as the underwear rode up between her sass and into her vulva. She raised her hips and pulled her caput back, trying to relieve the pain.
"Not so senior high and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The girl was undoubtedly in infliction. But she still managed to give the director the immorality eye.
"It's ok, you will con"said Michael.
He then cut the strings of the still taut underwear, revealing Megan's perfect shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a flock to behold. Her beautiful features, a mixture of Irish, French people and American Indian, were enhanced by the white rope that held her in place and the promising red glob gag that kept her jaw open. Only a few of her long black hairs were out of property, hanging over her expression. With her gorgeous red dress and her sexy total darkness lingerie hanging off the incline in shred, she was the very avatar of a demoiselle in distress. Her short, spotty breaths were offset by brown eyes that displayed the steady defiance.
"I will truly love breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to hurtle a few unintelligible insults through her chunk gag.
"What a pretty picayune characterization"Michael said out flashy."No question it will bring 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 minutes to understand what her captor was doing. By the time Michael changed his position and set up or another crack, Megan figured it out. She turned her headway away before the 2d flash went off.
Michael lowered the tv camera, giving the trussed up missy a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot wanton on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the cloaked man, uttering something for the first clock time.
Megan only turned her head further, blocking her face with her hair.
"Mr. David Roland 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 girl's limit form.
"Do you know the problem with pretty girls ? They are spoiled by cat. We cater to you every whim. 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. Smith continued to torture her nipple. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will take a few painting and you are going to look straight into the tv camera"he lectured her."Do we realise each other, dear ?"
Megan, nearly in tears, desperately shook her head.
"goodness,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. John Smith. The masked man let go of Megan's teat. With a soft moan, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the conductor,"smile for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so photos, capturing the girl's bounds kind from several different Angle. Megan just sat there, tugging at her alliance occasionally, letting out a unconnected verbal revilement through her gag. She continued to wait at the photographic 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 belittled tear rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course, if a ikon is worth a thousand words, what would a moving picture be worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic grinning 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. He attached pawn to Megan's leg. The line of the vibrator went right into the girl's pussy. Megan shook her straits no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his tending to the girl's nipples. First he roughly pinched them, then gave each a impregnable flick of the finger. This made Megan cry out in annoyance. It also made her nipples swell. Michael then produced two nipple snip. Pinching a tit with one hand, her captor attached the clip to each of Megan's tit. The consequent pain was nearly overpowering. Megan contorted her face, letting out a farseeing painful groan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf ball sized weightiness. The hooks attached to the weights let her capturer easily attach them to the nipple clips. Each weight was followed by Megan's cheap squeal.
Megan tried to agitate her head no, but quickly found that the movement made the weightiness swing, tugging on her already attender tit. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now pathetic protests and pleas.
"If you don't impress too much, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no doubtfulness he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to concentrate on her breathing. A breath too trench already brought on more bother. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the hardware stood following to the set up camera.
"Well, its late 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 make a little movie."
"MMMMMMFFFFFF"protested Megan loudly.
Michel walked up to the trussed up girl, gently brushing her chin and jaw with the book binding of his hand.
"Don't headache, honey. The photographic camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the conductor bent down and kissed Megan on the ball gag. He then turned around, walking right by the photographic camera and pushing a clit in an unceremonious fashion. The recording visible light came on.
Megan's heart were still following Michael when Mr. metalworker approached her and pushed a push button on the vibrator.
A surge of energy crack through the miserable girl's body. Megan thrust her articulatio coxae up and threw her head back. She screamed at for the first time, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasure radiating from her kitty-cat was intermingled with the botheration shooting from her nipples. As a result, her mind was in a arrant disarray. She did not know where pleasure ended and pain began. The admixture of sensations quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Smith exit the room. She did not hear the heavy door close. In fact, for the first few minutes she saw nothing but red.
Megan tried putting her butt back down to lessen the intensity level of the sensation. This only made the gist of the vibrator more potent. adjacent, she tried shifting her hip from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently stimulate her genitals.
It took only a few min, but an orgasm started to build up. Megan tried to hold it in, but to no avail. When she finally achieved release, the intensity level nearly made her grim out. Vaginal juice squirted across the floor. Her eyes started to swan in the cover of her head. Her breaths became bass, but staggered. She managed to detain conscious.
Megan experienced several more of these orgasm. With her blood saturated with oxytocin, the intensity of the loss was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfort. The rest of the night became an endless cycle of orgasmic buildup and release. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combination of expectation and low temperature. The globe gag, which did nothing to asphyxiate her moans or shriek, instead made her drool copiously down her breasts and tum. Tears and mascara ran freely down her cheek. The buildup would last perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be sure, with her tending devoted entirely to restricting her social movement. Once the orgasm hit, however, it was all for naught. He body would spasm violently, making the clips and the weights extract even harder on her abused nipples.
Sometimes she would experience two or three orgasms in a single oscillation. Was she getting off on the pain sensation ? Did she actually like this ? The thought repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the rails of meter. The entire dark had turned into a mishmash of pain sensation and pleasure. In the casual consequence of clarity 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 feisty one"observed Mr. Smith as they both watched Megan on a monitor.
"How long do you think she will last before she talks ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a thing of meter before she gives you her little taping"reassured the circle master."I would be surprised if she lasted more than a couple of days. Her grooming, however, will use up 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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