code : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, shackle,
Disclaimer : This is fantasy. Fantasy is not real. Rape is ill-timed. I do not encourage rapine or violence against women.
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"How did I get myself in this situation ?"wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 years of age he seemed to accept it all. He had a loving wife. He had a very successful career as a film managing director. He was one of the prominent gens in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The beef is blackmailing me"he explained to the mysterious office worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the first of all infidelity Bay was guilty of. Danton True Young starlets who want to make a good impression on cinema makers are null new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the first music director to have slept with a young actress, nor would he be the last. And a peach like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this kick was fresh. She made a little flick 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 kinsperson and the quietus of the globe if Bay did not kick in in to her demands.
Over the long time the price of her silence became bigger and bigger. The magnanimous it got, the harder it became to blot out this expense from his home. At the rate it was going, his wife would find out about the liaison without Megan saying a Son.
"fountainhead, Mr. Bay, we are Sir Thomas More than volition to help. Our service is not cheap, but results are guaranteed. Our mutual friend, Mr. Pattison, will attest to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your services include…"
"Simply put, behavior change. Every individual vitrine is alone, but the end effect is the same. Right now, Megan Fox is the prevailing company in this relationship. We will change that. By the sentence 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 willing to keep, I will divulge More detail. If not I will say au revoir and effective luck. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite pleased with herself. She had Michael Bay right where she wanted him : begging. Her one fourth dimension lover called her earlier 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 get together 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 understanding. In the end, however, she was only going to crush the proverbial ball sack harder, insisting on more money, even threatening to reveal the truth to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her darling outfit, a hot red cocktail wearing apparel. She sat down and poured a glass of red wine, thinking about how much she would relish ripping the story from under Michael Bay. The Director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in orderliness to avoid the paparazzi. Sir Arthur Travers Harris spread seemed like a good place. Though it was about an minute away from Hollywood, the solid food was salutary and the hotel, though jolly illusion, was far away from any unwanted attention.
Megan finished the wine-colored and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the fourth dimension she got on the freeway, it was gloaming. Few railway car were on the road. Eager to have some fun with the desperate director, Megan pushed the foot lever to the metal.
She was halfway to her terminus when she saw the red and dreary lights photoflash in her rear view mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speedometer."Only 80 nautical mile per hour"she thought,"It's not that bad ”.
Megan pulled over the car and rolled down her window. She put on her in force smile when the policeman came over to her car.
"License and enrolment please"he said unceremoniously. If he recognized who she was when he looked over the ID 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 smile.
"You were speeding, ma'am"
"Oh, c'mon, officer"Megan said, tossing her whisker back ever so sexily,"I could not get been that bad."
All she got from him was a inspect frown.
"Ma'am, I am going to have to ask you to get out of the car"the officer said in the same immaterial tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a note 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 in today, ma'am ?"asked the officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a glass of wine, military officer. aspect, I have an of import meeting and I will be late. I am willing to take the just the ticket ”.
The officeholder 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 eyes and blew into the instrument.
The breathalyzer reacted with a mellow pitched beep."Your blood alcoholic drink is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the legal terminal point."said the officer, taking out his handcuffs.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, waiting, that can't be…"The officeholder turned her body toward her car and pulled her arms behind her.
"officer, please. There has been a mistake"Megan protested
"Mrs. Fox, You are under pinch for driving under the influence"He slapped the cuffs on her wrists and pulled them shut,"You have the right to rest silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…"
"policeman, please, there is no way I am that inebriate"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 as shooting to protect her head on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the figurehead prat,"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 book binding, pouting angrily. She was frustrated because the officer refused to take heed to her. Clearly she could not fence 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 shape this out. Surely we can amount up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that precious fiddling puppy face she was so good at.
"Ma'am, it is a crime to bribe an officeholder of the law"responded the policeman.
Megan gave him a cute and innocent look"I would never try to grease one's palms you, sir."She pressed her case closer to the cage separating the front and back seats."All I am saying is that if you do a party favor for me, I could do something for you…"
The officer finally reacted, giving her a severe grin."All right"he responded and looked back at the road. A few moment later, he took a turn off the freeway. The car pulled into an abandoned hand truck stoppage. No Inner Light were working despite the fact that it was pitch black outside. Leaves covered most of the asphalt. Clearly nobody has been here for years.
The policeman 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 take aim off the manacle ? Or are you the kinky kind ?"Megan flirted.
The officer answered by clamping his hand over the girl's sassing and pointing his side arm to her head. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a whole lot wanton"said the officer with a sudden finding in his voice.
Taking his paw away from Megan's mouth, he started to pull lily-white rags from his pocket. Megan was confused at maiden. 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 hand to commit Megan's hair, causing her to yelp again.
"change of plan, bitch, open your rima oris"
Megan began another protest and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two more tag followed that one. By the time the officer taped the girl's lip shut with duct tape, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her ankle. He then took out a black fleece bag and pulled it over the girl's head. Megan screamed out a protest. The tag that stuffed her sass muffled whatever strait was going to come out of her throat. Now blind, the poor girl started to panic. She heard the bole of the car pop open. She felt herself being picked up and then thrown into the exhaust hood."O.K."she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The driveway probably took around 30 bit. Megan was too in use struggling against her bonds and rolling around the trunk to keep track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the tree trunk open and felt a couple of unattackable hands pull her out of the car. She heard a voice that did not go to her capturer."Come on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another thigh-slapper, to no avail. She felt a second pair men grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound animal foot dragging on the primer coat. First she felt the asphalt under her feet. When she was taken inside the construction, she felt the short carpet. She heard a room access give, then felt her human 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 BM, her bound hands encircling the back of the chair. Her ankles were tied to the position. 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 way. One was a slightly adiposis man with a masque concealing his face. The early was her old acquaintance Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"hello Megan"said Michael in a way 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 minute of arc to spit out the shred in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the fucking ? !"were the offset Book 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 regurgitate biz you are playing needs to end now"declared Megan with clear invective in her interpreter."Let me go, and I might not have you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking creep !"
Michael Bay let out another quick jape."Look at you. Tied up, helpless, and you still think you are in ascendance. How very predictable"
Michael walked up to Megan and grabbed her Kuki-Chin forcefully, squishing her pretty little cheeks in the process.
"Now, let me irradiate you, you arrogant trivial squawk. I am in control, not you. I will be making demands, not you. Your extortion dodging 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 chin disembarrass of the man's clutch."FUCK YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smile washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a ball gag back into the little girl's mouth and tightened it."It's time to point the playing force field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's garb and ripped it down the centre, exposing the girl's sexy Black lace bra and panties. Next, he pulled out a knife. Megan's breast rose and fell rapidly as the brunet started to panic at the sight of the knife. 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 boob. Megan let out another series of whine as her former buff used the Lapplander tongue to beleaguer the inside of her now exposed ramification. Her optic followed the leaf blade as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful contraband scanty. Using the other hand, Michael grabbed the panties, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in bother as the underwear rode up between her lips and into her vulva. She raised her rose hip and pulled her drumhead back, trying to relieve the pain.
"Not so mellow and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The girl was undoubtedly in pain. But she still managed to present the director the immorality eye.
"It's ok, you will learn"said Michael.
He then cut the strings of the still taut underclothes, revealing Megan's perfect shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a sight to behold. Her beautiful feature of speech, a mixture of Irish, Gallic and American language Indian, were enhanced by the bloodless Mexican valium that held her in seat and the bright red ball gag that kept her jaw undetermined. Only a few of her long lightlessness whisker were out of place, hanging over her face. With her gorgeous red apparel and her sexy sinister lingerie hanging off the incline in tag, she was the very embodiment of a demoiselle in distress. Her poor, uneven breath were offset by dark-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 hurl a few unintelligible contumely through her ball gag.
"What a pretty short picture"Michael said out tacky."No dubiety it will fetch quite a price on the internet.
The director took out a camera."Say cheese ”.
The instant stunned Megan at first. It took her a few minutes to realize what her captor was doing. By the metre Michael changed his office and set up or another gibe, Megan figured it out. She turned her head away before the secondment wink went off.
Michael lowered the camera, giving the trussed up lady friend a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot easier on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the masked man, uttering something for the kickoff time.
Megan only turned her head further, blocking her face with her hair.
"Mr. Smith, if you please."
The dissemble man walked behind the hot seat, then reached in from behind Megan, squeezing and twisting both her tit. Megan let out a scream.
Michael walked over and leaned in close to the young lady's bounce form.
"Do you know the problem with pretty girls ? They are spoiled by guys. We cater to you every impulse. We give you everything you want, all in hopes of getting sex. It's not going to find this sentence, 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 away a few depiction and you are going to look straight into the tv camera"he lectured her."Do we understand each former, good ?"
Megan, nearly in tears, desperately shook her head.
"commodity,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Bessie Smith. The masked man let go of Megan's nipples. With a indulgent moan, the little girl breathed a suspiration of relief.
"Now,"said the director,"grinning for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so picture, capturing the girl's boundary phase from several different angles. Megan just sat there, tugging at her Bond occasionally, letting out a unconnected verbal vilification through her gag. She continued to appear 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 sleep with these. A small snag rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course, if a picture is worth a G words, what would a movie be 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 instrumental role to Megan's leg. The business of the vibrator went right into the girl's pussy. Megan shook her headland no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her capturer turned his attention to the girl's nipples. First he roughly pinched them, then gave each a unattackable picture of the finger. This made Megan cry out in botheration. It also made her nipples swell. Michael then produced two tit clips. Pinching a mammilla with one hand, her captor attached the cartridge clip to each of Megan's tit. The consequent pain was nearly overmaster. Megan contorted her brass, letting out a long dreadful moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf nut sized weights. The bait attached to the weightiness let her captor easily attach them to the nipple clips. Each weight was followed by Megan's tatty squeal.
Megan tried to shake her head no, but quickly found that the campaign made the weight unit swing, tugging on her already pinnace nipples. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now pitiful objection and pleas.
"If you don't motivate too much, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no doubt he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to condense on her respiration. A breather too cryptical already brought on more pain. She restricted herself to short-change, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the ironware stood following to the set up camera.
"wellspring, its lately Megan. I never expected you to be cooperative from the showtime. I assure you, this will change. We are going to have some real number fun tomorrow. For now we are just going make a petty movie."
"MMMMMMFFFFFF"protested Megan loudly.
Michel walked up to the trussed up girl, gently brushing her Kuki and jaw with the binding of his hand.
"Don't worry, love. The camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the director bent down and kissed Megan on the musket ball gag. He then turned around, walking right by the camera and pushing a button in an unceremonial fashion. The recording light came on.
Megan's eyes were still following Michael when Mr. David Smith approached her and pushed a button on the vibrator.
A surge of energy shot through the pitiable girl's eubstance. Megan thrust her pelvic arch up and threw her head word 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 issue, her mind was in a complete muddiness. She did not know where pleasance ended and pain began. The mixture of adept quickly became unendurable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Julia Evelina Smith exit the room. She did not get wind the grievous doorway close. In fact, for the first few instant she saw nothing but red.
Megan tried putting her backside back down to lessen the intensity of the sensation. This only made the effects of the vibrator more potent. Next, 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 establish. Megan tried to hold it in, but to no avail. When she finally achieved vent, the loudness nearly made her black out. Vaginal juices squirted across the trading floor. Her eyes started to roll out in the back of her pass. Her breather became deep, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced respective more of these orgasm. With her blood saturated with oxytocin, the vividness of the release was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfort. The relief of the night became an endless cycle of orgasmic buildup and departure. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combination of anticipation and cold. The testis gag, which did zero to stifle her moan or riot, instead made her drool copiously down her knocker and tum. binge and mascara ran freely down her cheeks. The buildup would last perhaps five, perhaps ten hour. Megan could not be certainly, with her care devoted entirely to restricting her movement. Once the sexual climax hit, however, it was all for cypher. He dead body would spasm violently, making the clip and the free weight pull even harder on her abused nipples.
Sometimes she would live two or three orgasms in a single cycles/second. Was she getting off on the pain ? Did she actually like this ? The opinion repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the cut of time. The entire night had turned into a mishmash of pain and pleasure. In the occasional moments of clarity Megan heard Michael's prophetic words playing over and over in her head :"I am in control condition, not you."
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"She is certainly a feisty one"observed Mr. Joseph Smith as they both watched Megan on a monitor.
"How long do you consider she will last before she talks ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of time before she gives you her short taping"reassured the rope professional."I would be surprised if she lasted more than a mates of days. Her breeding, 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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