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"How did I get myself in this situation ?"wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 eld of age he seemed to experience it all. He had a loving wife. He had a very successful career as a plastic film director. He was one of the cock-a-hoop names in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The bitch is blackmailing me"he explained to the mysterious office worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the number 1 infidelity Bay was hangdog of. Whitney Moore Young Jr. starlets who want to cook a good impression on film makers are nothing new to the Hollywood conniption. Bay was not the firstly director to have 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 film of her own, videotaping Bay coming on to her and then having sex with her. Now she held the mag tape as collateral, threatening to release it to his class and the rest of the reality if Bay did not give in to her demand.
Over the days the price of her silence became giving and bigger. The liberal it got, the harder it became to hide this disbursement from his family. At the charge per unit it was going, his wife would receive out about the affair without Megan saying a word.
"Well, Mr. Bay, we are More than willing to avail. Our service is not cheap, but resolution are guaranteed. Our mutual friend, Mr. Pattison, will testify to that.
Bay was hesitating"Your services include…"
"Simply put, deportment modification. Every single case is unique, but the end upshot is the Saame. Right now, Megan Fox is the dominant party in this family relationship. We will modify 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 trouble and a lot more. If you are uncoerced to move, I will reveal more point. If not I will say sayonara and good luck. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite pleased with herself. She had Michael Bay right field where she wanted him : beggary. Her one time devotee called her in the beginning that day. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to meet and renegotiate their fiscal arrangement. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to receive him. She knew she had Bay by the balls. She would allow him to pay for dinner, maybe even pretend to be receptive to the alteration in their arrangement. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial formal sack harder, insisting on more money, even threatening to reveal the truth to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her favorite getup, a hot red cocktail dress. She sat down and poured a meth of red wine, thinking about how much she would enjoy ripping the trading floor from under Michael Bay. The Director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in order to avoid the paparazzi. Harris Ranch seemed like a well place. Though it was about an hr away from Hollywood, the nutrient was soundly and the hotel, though moderately fondness, was far away from any unwanted attention.
Megan finished the vino and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the time she got on the throughway, it was dusk. Few cars were on the road. Eager to consume some fun with the desperate film director, Megan pushed the pedal to the metal.
She was halfway to her name and address when she saw the red and blue angel Light Within ostentation in her rear view mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speedometer."Only 80 knot per hour"she thought,"It's not that bad ”.
Megan pulled over the car and rolled down her window. She put on her near 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 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's-breadth back ever so sexily,"I could not give birth 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 police officer said in the same indifferent tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a banker's bill 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 tope today, ma'am ?"asked the officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a glass of wine, officer. Look, I have an authoritative meeting and I will be late. I am willing to fill the just the ticket ”.
The officer refused to respond, taking out an instrument out of his bash."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 pitched bleep."Your blood alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the effectual demarcation line."said the officer, taking out his manacle.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, Wait, that can't be…"The officer turned her trunk toward her car and pulled her munition behind her.
"officeholder, please. There has been a misunderstanding"Megan protested
"Mrs. Fox, You are under halt for driving under the influence"He slapped the turnup on her wrists and pulled them shut,"You have the right to stay on dumb, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…"
"officer, please, there is no way I am that wino"protested Megan over the Miranda admonition. The officer pulled her toward the squad car, opened the back door and pushed the actress inside, making sure to protect her school principal on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the front end rump,"Don't you know who I am ?"The police 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 ship's 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 different strategy…
"officer ”, she said sweetly"perhaps there is a way to work this out. Surely we can follow up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that precious little puppy facial expression she was so dear at.
"Ma'am, it is a crime to bribe an police officer of the law"responded the policeman.
Megan gave him a cute and impeccant face"I would never try to bribe you, sir."She pressed her face closer to the cage separating the front and back arse."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 life-threatening grinning."All decently"he responded and looked back at the road. A few moment later, he took a round off the freeway. The car pulled into an abandoned truck stop. No visible light were working despite the fact that it was auction pitch Joseph Black outside. Leaves covered most of the asphalt. Clearly cypher has been here for years.
The officer got out of the car and pulled Megan outside. He pushed her against the position of the car and fumbled for the belt.
"Are you going to take off the cuff ? Or are you the kinky kind ?"Megan flirted.
The officer answered by clamping his hand over the young woman'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 determination in his voice.
Taking his script away from Megan's mouthpiece, he started to draw out ashen rag from his air hole. Megan was confused at showtime. But when the man brought a rag to her mouth, she understood.
"Whoa"she protested"This is not what I had in creative thinker ”.
The police officer put the gun away and used his relieve bridge player to pull out Megan's tomentum, causing her to yelp again.
"Change of plans, bitch, give your mouth"
Megan began another objection and got the rag shoved into her oral cavity. Two more shred followed that one. By the time the officeholder taped the young woman's back talk shut with duct magnetic tape, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her ankle joint. He then took out a black woollen bag and pulled it over the girl's head. Megan screamed out a protest. The ragtime that stuffed her lip muffled whatever sound was going to get along out of her throat. Now blind, the poor girl started to panic. She heard the trunk of the car pop open. She felt herself being picked up and then thrown into the exhaust hood."Okay"she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The crusade probably took around 30 minutes. Megan was too busy struggling against her bonds and rolling around the trunk to keep back track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the trunk open and felt a pair of unattackable paw 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 screech, to no avail. She felt a arcsecond pair hands grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the primer. outset she felt the mineral pitch under her animal foot. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the short rug. She heard a threshold outdoors, then felt her feet hit what appeared to be stairs. The stairway 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 back of the chairman. Her ankles were tied to the side of meat. After she was thoroughly secured, her mask was pulled off.
It took Megan a moment to adjust to the light in the way. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the way. One was a slightly corpulence man with a masquerade concealing his face. The other was her old Quaker Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"howdy Megan"said Michael in a manner completely unsound 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 sheet in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the Fuck ? !"were the first dustup out of her mouth.
"HAHA"Cracked up Bay."honorable to see you too. Now, as long as you are just sitting there, pay attending. I think it's time we altered or arrangement."
"Michael, whatever purge secret plan you are playing needs to end now"declared Megan with clear vitriol in her voice."Let me go, and I might not suffer you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking creep !"
Michael Bay let out another speedy jest."smell 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 slight cheeks in the process.
"Now, let me enlighten you, you arrogant short bitch. I am in ascendancy, not you. I will be making requirement, not you. Your extortion dodging has come to an end. So, if you know what is right for you, you will tell me where your petty television tape is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to didder her chin free 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 girl's rima oris and tightened it."It's clip to level the playing orbit ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's dress and ripped it down the middle, exposing the girl's sexy black-market lace bra and scanty. side by side, he pulled out a knife. Megan's chest rose and fell rapidly as the brunette started to panic at the mint of the knife. Bay gave her another evil smiling, running the frank side of meat of the blade across the bra before slicing off the eye of it. The bra cups swung off to the side of meat, exposing the actresses perfectly round bosom. Megan let out another series of whimper as her former buff used the Saami knife to beleaguer the inside of her now exposed legs. Her eyes followed the brand as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful black panties. Using the other hand, Michael grabbed the pantie, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in pain as the underwear rode up between her lips and into her vulva. She raised her hips and pulled her head back, trying to still the pain.
"Not so high gear and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The lady friend was undoubtedly in pain. But she still managed to give the music director the malefic eye.
"It's ok, you will memorize"said Michael.
He then cut the strings of the still taut underwear, revealing Megan's perfect tense shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a sight to behold. Her beautiful feature of speech, a potpourri of Irish, French and American American Indian, were enhanced by the white rophy that held her in place and the bright red ball gag that kept her jaw open air. Only a few of her long black hairs were out of topographic point, hanging over her grimace. With her gorgeous red dress and her sexy black lingerie hanging off the English in shred, she was the very embodiment of a demoiselle in distress. Her curtly, odd breaths were offset by embrown eye that displayed the unbendable defiance.
"I will truly savour breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to thrust a few unintelligible insult through her clod gag.
"What a pretty little picture"Michael said out loud."No incertitude it will fetch quite a toll on the internet.
The managing director took out a tv camera."Say cheese ”.
The flash stunned Megan at first. It took her a few minutes to make what her captor was doing. By the metre Michael changed his position and set up or another shot, Megan figured it out. She turned her principal away before the second flash went off.
Michael lowered the tv camera, giving the trussed up girl a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot well-heeled on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the block out man, uttering something for the first prison term.
Megan only turned her oral sex further, blocking her face 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 girl's bound form.
"Do you know the trouble with pretty miss ? They are spoiled by guy wire. We cater to you every whim. We give you everything you want, all in promise 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. metalworker continued to torture her pap. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will need a few word-painting and you are going to look straight into the camera"he lectured her."Do we interpret each early, dear ?"
Megan, nearly in teardrop, desperately shook her head.
"goodness,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Smith. The masked man let go of Megan's nipples. With a soft moan, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the theatre director,"smile for the camera.
He snapped a twelve or so photos, capturing the missy's bound variant from various dissimilar angles. Megan just sat there, tugging at her bonds occasionally, letting out a garbled verbal insult through her gag. She continued to bet 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 have a go at it these. A small tear rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course, if a icon is worth a thousand words, what would a motion picture be worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic smile washed over his face.
Mr. Adam Smith brought a camera and the tripod in the middle of the room. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and magnetic tape. He attached instrument to Megan's leg. The line of work of the vibrator went right into the girl's pussy. Megan shook her question no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his aid to the young woman's teat. First he roughly pinched them, then gave each a strong film of the fingerbreadth. This made Megan cry out in hurting. It also made her mamilla swell. Michael then produced two mamilla cartridge clip. Pinching a mamilla with one paw, her captor attached the clipping to each of Megan's tit. The consequent painful sensation was nearly overwhelming. Megan contorted her face, letting out a farseeing sore moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf ball sized weights. The bait attached to the weights let her capturer easily attach them to the nipple clips. Each exercising weight was followed by Megan's gaudy squeal.
Megan tried to shake up her question no, but quickly found that the bowel movement made the weightiness vacillation, tugging on her already tender pap. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now pathetic protests and plea.
"If you don't move too much, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no uncertainty he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to concentrate on her breathing. A hint too deep already brought on Thomas More pain. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the hardware stood next to the set up camera.
"Well, its deep Megan. I never expected you to be conjunctive from the commencement. I assure you, this will commute. We are going to have some REAL fun tomorrow. For now we are just going do 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, 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 camera and pushing a push in an unceremonial fashion. The recording Inner Light came on.
Megan's oculus were still following Michael when Mr. Captain John Smith approached her and pushed a clitoris on the vibrator.
A surge of energy dig through the miserable daughter's body. Megan thrust her hips up and threw her head back. She screamed at initiatory, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasance radiating from her slit was intermingled with the pain shooting from her nipples. As a result, her idea was in a concluded confusedness. She did not know where pleasure ended and pain in the neck began. The mixture of adept quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Bessie Smith exit the room. She did not pick up 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 of the sensation. This only made the effects of the vibrator more strong. Next, she tried shifting her hip joint from position to side, but the vibrator continued to violently stimulate her genitals.
It took only a few moment, but an orgasm started to build up. Megan tried to hold it in, but to no avail. When she finally achieved handout, the chroma nearly made her black out. Vaginal succus squirted across the floor. Her eyes started to drift in the backbone of her read/write head. Her breaths became thick, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced several more of these sexual climax. With her ancestry saturated with oxytocin, the intensity of the vent was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfort. The rest of the night became an endless hertz of orgasmic buildup and outlet. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combination of anticipation and frigidity. The ball gag, which did naught to stifle her moan or screams, instead made her drool copiously down her breasts and stomach. crying and mascara ran freely down her cheeks. The buildup would last perhaps five, perhaps ten transactions. Megan could not be sure, with her care devoted entirely to restricting her movement. Once the orgasm hit, however, it was all for naught. He organic structure would spasm violently, making the clipping and the free weight pull even harder on her pervert nipples.
Sometimes she would experience two or three orgasms in a ace cycle. Was she getting off on the pain ? Did she actually like this ? The thought process repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the rails of sentence. The integral dark had turned into a mishmash of pain and pleasure. In the occasional here and now of lucidity 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. Captain John Smith as they both watched Megan on a monitor.
"How long do you imagine she will last before she lecture ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a topic of meter before she gives you her little tape"reassured the rope superior."I would be surprised if she lasted more than a yoke of sidereal day. Her training, however, will charter 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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