code : MF, nc, rapine, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,
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"How did I get myself in this site ?"wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 years of age he seemed to have it all. He had a loving married woman. He had a very successful life history as a film theatre director. He was one of the prominent epithet in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The bitch is blackmailing me"he explained to the cryptical berth doer who called himself Smith.
It was not the first infidelity Bay was shamed of. young starlets who want to make a good impression on flick manufacturer are aught new to the Hollywood shot. Bay was not the get-go director to receive slept with a young actress, nor would he be the final stage. And a beauty 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 tapeline as collateral, threatening to unblock it to his kinsperson and the rest of the world if Bay did not return in to her demand.
Over the eld the price of her quiet became boastful and bighearted. The bigger it got, the harder it became to obliterate this expense from his family. At the rate it was going, his married woman would come up out about the affair without Megan saying a word.
"Well, Mr. Bay, we are more than willing to help. Our inspection and repair is not cheap, but outcome are guaranteed. Our common friend, Mr. Pattison, will take the stand to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your services include…"
"Simply put, behavior alteration. Every individual case is alone, but the end result is the Sami. Right now, Megan Fox is the prevailing party in this relationship. We will shift that. By the clip 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 continue, I will reveal to a greater extent detail. If not I will say goodbye and good luck. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite please with herself. She had Michael Bay right field where she wanted him : beggary. Her one fourth dimension fan called her originally that day. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to conform to and renegociate their financial placement. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to meet him. She knew she had Bay by the egg. She would allow him to pay for dinner, maybe even pretend to be receptive to the change in their arrangement. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial ballock sack harder, insisting on more money, even threatening to reveal the truth to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her preferent outfit, a hot red cocktail dress. She sat down and poured a glass of red vino, thinking about how a good deal she would revel ripping the story 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 place. Though it was about an hour away from Hollywood, the food was dear and the hotel, though pretty fancy, was far away from any undesirable attention.
Megan finished the wine-coloured and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the time she got on the freeway, it was twilight. Few cars were on the road. tidal bore to have some fun with the heroic director, Megan pushed the pedal to the alloy.
She was halfway to her destination when she saw the red and blue light source newsbreak in her rear view mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speed indicator."Only 80 stat mi per hour"she thought,"It's not that bad ”.
Megan pulled over the car and rolled down her window. She put on her best smile when the officer came over to her car.
"license and readjustment delight"he said unceremoniously. If he recognized who she was when he looked over the ID carte, 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, officer"Megan said, tossing her tomentum 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 have to ask you to get out of the car"the officer said in the Saami indifferent tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a short letter on incredulousness in her vocalization
"Get out of the car, please."the officer repeated.
Megan got out of the car."Have you had anything to fuddle today, ma'am ?"asked the police officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a glass of wine, policeman. look, I have an authoritative meeting and I will be late. I am willing to charter the ticket ”.
The officer refused to oppose, taking out an instrumental role out of his belt."This is a breathalyzer, ma'am. please breathe into it."
"mulct"Megan rolled her eyes and blew into the instrument.
The breathalyser reacted with a high pitched beep."Your rake alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the legal limit."said the officeholder, taking out his handcuffs.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, hold, that can't be…"The officer turned her organic structure toward her car and pulled her branch behind her.
"ship's officer, please. There has been a fault"Megan protested
"Mrs. Fox, You are under arrest for driving under the influence"He slapped the cuffs on her radiocarpal joint and pulled them shut,"You have the rightfield to rest dumb, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…"
"policeman, please, there is no way I am that drunk"protested Megan over the Miranda monition. The officeholder pulled her toward the squad car, opened the vertebral column door and pushed the actress inside, making sure to protect her head on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the strawman seat,"Don't you know who I am ?"The military 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 military officer refused to 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 unlike strategy…
"policeman ”, 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 brass she was so effective at.
"Ma'am, it is a offense to buy 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 aspect closer to the cage separating the movement and back seats."All I am saying is that if you do a party favour for me, I could do something for you…"
The officeholder finally reacted, giving her a serious grin."All right"he responded and looked back at the road. A few minutes later, he took a turning off the freeway. The car pulled into an abandoned motortruck catch. No lighting were working despite the fact that it was pitch blacken outside. Leaves covered most of the mineral pitch. Clearly nobody has been here for years.
The policeman 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 take off the cuffs ? Or are you the kinky sort ?"Megan flirted.
The military officer answered by clamping his hired man over the young lady's mouthpiece and pointing his pistol to her head teacher. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a whole lot well-fixed"said the military officer with a sudden conclusion in his voice.
Taking his mitt away from Megan's mouth, he started to overstretch white sheet from his sac. 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 mind ”.
The officer put the gun away and used his free people hand to rive Megan's hair, causing her to yelp again.
"Change of plans, gripe, open your back talk"
Megan began another protest and got the rag shoved into her sass. Two more rags followed that one. By the meter the officer taped the missy's mouth shut with duct tape, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her ankle. He then took out a opprobrious wool bag and pulled it over the fille's head. Megan screamed out a protest. The tabloid that stuffed her back talk muffled whatever audio was going to do out of her throat. Now blind, the poor girl started to panic. She heard the trunk of the car pop candid. 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 force probably took around 30 hour. Megan was too busy struggling against her adhesiveness and rolling around the trunk to keep back track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the tree trunk open and felt a pair of solid workforce pull her out of the car. She heard a part that did not belong to her captor."Come on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another scream, to no service. She felt a arcsecond distich manpower grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound groundwork dragging on the ground. starting time she felt the asphalt under her feet. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the forgetful carpet. She heard a doorway undefended, then felt her pes hit what appeared to be stairs. The stairway was a long. At the end of it she heard another doorway undefendable, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a stool, her bound hands encircling the vertebral column of the chair. Her ankles were tied to the side. 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 elbow room. One was a slightly fleshy man with a masque concealing his human face. The former was her old friend Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"Hello Megan"said Michael in a 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 bit to skewer out the rags in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the Fuck ? !"were the first discussion out of her mouth.
"HAHA"Cracked up Bay."goodness 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 game you are playing need to end now"declared Megan with clear sulphuric acid in her voice."Let me go, and I might not birth you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking creep !"
Michael Bay let out another nimble 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 reasonably little impertinence in the process.
"Now, let me clear up you, you arrogant little kick. I am in restraint, not you. I will be making demands, not you. Your extortion scheme has come to an end. So, if you know what is skilful for you, you will tell me where your little video tape is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to shake her chin up free people of the man's grasp."FUCK YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic grinning washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a ball gag back into the lady friend's mouth and tightened it."It's time to level the playacting field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's attire and ripped it down the eye, exposing the missy's aphrodisiac black lace bra and pantie. Next, he pulled out a knife. 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 English of the sword across the bra before slicing off the middle of it. The bra loving cup swung off to the face, exposing the actresses perfectly round white meat. Megan let out another series of whimper as her former lover used the Lapplander knife to ride the inside of her now exposed wooden leg. Her eyes followed the leaf blade as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful black panties. Using the former deal, Michael grabbed the panty, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in annoyance as the underwear rode up between her back talk and into her vulva. She raised her hips and pulled her question back, trying to relieve the pain.
"Not so richly and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The miss was undoubtedly in pain. But she still managed to give the theatre director the vicious eye.
"It's ok, you will instruct"said Michael.
He then cut the string section of the still taut underwear, revealing Megan's perfect tense shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a quite a little to lay eyes on. Her beautiful features, a mixture of Irish people, French and American Indian, were enhanced by the white Mexican valium that held her in home and the burnished red orb gag that kept her jaw subject. Only a few of her long black whisker were out of place, hanging over her face. With her gorgeous red attire and her sexy disastrous lingerie hanging off the incline in tatters, she was the very avatar of a damsel in suffering. Her short, scratchy breaths were offset by brown eyes that displayed the unwavering defiance.
"I will truly enjoy breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to thrust a few unintelligible revilement through her orb gag.
"What a pretty short picture"Michael said out forte."No doubt it will get quite a price on the internet.
The music director took out a camera."Say Malva sylvestris ”.
The jiffy stunned Megan at first. It took her a few minutes to realize what her captor was doing. By the meter Michael changed his location and set up or another guessing, Megan figured it out. She turned her head away before the second flash 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 first time.
Megan only turned her head further, blocking her face with her hair.
"Mr. Joseph 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 bound form.
"Do you know the problem with pretty girls ? They are spoiled by guys. We cater to you every whimsy. We give you everything you want, all in hopes of getting sex. It's not going to bechance this time, 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 torture her nipples. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will take a few motion-picture show and you are going to look straight into the camera"he lectured her."Do we understand each other, dear ?"
Megan, nearly in tears, desperately shook her head.
"good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Smith. The dissemble man let go of Megan's mammilla. With a diffused moan, the young woman breathed a suspiration of relief.
"Now,"said the theater director,"grin for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so photo, capturing the girl's bound shape from several dissimilar slant. Megan just sat there, tugging at her adhesion occasionally, letting out a garbled 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 fans will love these. A small tear rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course, if a picture is worth a thousand news, what would a flick be Worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic smile washed over his face.
Mr. smith brought a television camera and the tripod in the middle of the room. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape measure. He attached legal document to Megan's leg. The line of the vibrator went right into the girl's pussy. Megan shook her head 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 strong pic of the finger. This made Megan cry out in bother. It also made her nipples swell. Michael then produced two nipple time. Pinching a nipple with one hand, her captor attached the magazine to each of Megan's tit. The consequent infliction was nearly overwhelming. Megan contorted her aspect, letting out a long awful moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf ball sized weighting. The sweetener attached to the system of weights let her captor easily attach them to the tit clips. Each exercising weight was followed by Megan's flashy squeal.
Megan tried to shake her oral sex no, but quickly found that the drive made the exercising weight swing, tugging on her already tender nipples. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now ridiculous protests and supplication.
"If you don't move too often, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no question he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to concentrate on her breathing. A breath too inscrutable already brought on more annoyance. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the computer hardware stood adjacent to the set up camera.
"Well, its late Megan. I never expected you to be co-op from the beginning. I assure you, this will change. We are going to have some real number fun tomorrow. For now we are just going make a little movie."
"MMMMMMFFFFFF"protested Megan loudly.
Michel walked up to the trussed up girlfriend, gently brushing her Chin and jaw with the back of his hand.
"Don't worry, dearest. The photographic 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 push button in an unceremonious fashion. The recording light came on.
Megan's eyes were still following Michael when Mr. Smith approached her and pushed a button on the vibrator.
A spate of vim snap through the poor missy's body. Megan thrust her hip up and threw her head back. She screamed at first, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasure radiating from her snatch was intermingled with the pain shooting from her nipples. As a result, her nous was in a complete confusedness. She did not know where pleasure ended and pain began. The admixture of sensations quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. metalworker exit the elbow room. She did not find out the heavy doorway close. In fact, for the 1st few minutes she saw nil but red.
Megan tried putting her butt back down to lessen the intensity of the sensation. This only made the core of the vibrator more powerful. adjacent, she tried shifting her hips from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently stimulate her genitals.
It took only a few minutes, but an orgasm started to build. Megan tried to reserve it in, but to no help. When she finally achieved release, the intensity nearly made her black out. Vaginal juices squirted across the floor. Her eyes started to cast in the back of her head. Her breaths became thick, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced several more of these climax. With her descent saturated with Pitocin, the volume of the button was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's puff. The balance of the nighttime became an endless cycle of orgasmic buildup and passing. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the compounding of prevision and frigidity. The ball gag, which did nothing to repress her moan or howler, instead made her drool copiously down her breasts and venter. tear and mascara ran freely down her impertinence. The buildup would last-place perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be sure, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her move. Once the orgasm hit, however, it was all for cipher. He eubstance would spasm violently, making the clips and the weights pull out even harder on her abused nipples.
Sometimes she would go through two or three orgasms in a single round. Was she getting off on the pain ? Did she actually like this ? The thought repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the caterpillar track of metre. The intact Nox had turned into a mishmash of painful sensation and pleasure. In the occasional moments of clarity Megan heard Michael's prophetical 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 dialogue ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of time before she gives you her little tape"reassured the rope passe-partout."I would be surprised if she lasted more than a match of days. 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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