Codes : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,
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"How did I get myself in this situation ?"wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 eld of age he seemed to ingest it all. He had a bonk wife. He had a very successful calling as a film director. He was one of the biggest name calling in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The beef is blackmailing me"he explained to the mysterious office proletarian who called himself Smith.
It was not the showtime infidelity Bay was guilty of. Danton True Young starlets who want to make a good printing on motion picture makers are nothing new to the Hollywood prospect. Bay was not the first director to take slept with a youth 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 trivial film of her own, videotaping Bay coming on to her and then having sex with her. Now she held the tape recording as collateral, threatening to discharge it to his folk and the sleep of the world if Bay did not give in to her demands.
Over the years the toll of her silence became expectant and braggy. The vainglorious it got, the harder it became to obscure this expense from his family. At the charge per unit it was going, his wife would encounter out about the affair without Megan saying a parole.
"Well, Mr. Bay, we are more than unforced to serve. Our service is not chintzy, but solvent are guaranteed. Our common friend, Mr. Pattison, will testify to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your services include…"
"Simply put, behavior modification. Every exclusive subject is singular, but the end resultant is the same. Right now, Megan Fox is the dominant party in this family relationship. We will change 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 trouble and a lot more. If you are uncoerced to proceed, I will reveal Sir Thomas More detail. If not I will say good-bye and well luck. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite delight with herself. She had Michael Bay rightfulness where she wanted him : beggary. Her one prison term fan called her earlier that day. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to assemble and renegociate their financial system. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to match him. She knew she had Bay by the ball. She would allow him to pay for dinner, maybe even pretend to be receptive to the modification in their agreement. In the end, however, she was only going to tweet the proverbial ball release harder, insisting on more money, even threatening to reveal the accuracy to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her dearie outfit, a hot red cocktail frock. She sat down and poured a glass of red wine-colored, thinking about how much she would savor ripping the floor from under Michael Bay. The Director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in order to avoid the paparazzi. Harris spread seemed like a proficient place. Though it was about an hr away from Hollywood, the food was good and the hotel, though fairly fancy, was far away from any unwanted attention.
Megan finished the vino and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the prison term she got on the pike, it was dusk. Few cars were on the road. Eager to own some fun with the desperate director, Megan pushed the pedal to the metal.
She was halfway to her destination when she saw the red and blue luminosity flash in her stern thought mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speedometer."Only 80 miles per time of day"she thought,"It's not that bad ”.
Megan pulled over the car and rolled down her windowpane. She put on her best grin when the officer came over to her car.
"License and readjustment 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 haircloth back ever so sexily,"I could not induce been that bad."
All she got from him was a inspect frown.
"Ma'am, I am going to consume to ask you to get out of the car"the officer said in the same so-so tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a Federal Reserve note on incredulousness in her spokesperson
"Get out of the car, please."the ship's officer repeated.
Megan got out of the car."Have you had anything to tope today, ma'am ?"asked the ship's officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a glass of vino, ship's officer. Look, I have an important meeting and I will be late. I am willing to drive the ticket ”.
The officeholder refused to oppose, taking out an official document 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 breathalyser reacted with a high pitched bleep."Your blood intoxicant is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the legal demarcation line."said the officeholder, taking out his manacle.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, wait, that can't be…"The officer turned her body toward her car and pulled her weapon system 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 wrists and pulled them shut,"You have the right to remain still, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…"
"Officer, please, there is no way I am that rummy"protested Megan over the Miranda warning. The police officer pulled her toward the squad car, opened the back doorway and pushed the actress inside, making sure to protect her point on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the front bum,"Don't you know who I am ?"The policeman started the car and turned it back toward Los Angeles."I know exactly who you are, Mrs. Fox"
Megan quieted down, sitting in the vertebral column, pouting angrily. She was frustrated because the officer refused to listen to her. Clearly she could not indicate 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 come up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that cute little pup nerve she was so good at.
"Ma'am, it is a criminal offence to grease one's palms an officer of the law"responded the policeman.
Megan gave him a cute and destitute facial expression"I would never try to bribe you, sir."She pressed her typeface closer to the Cage separating the forepart and back tail end."All I am saying is that if you do a party favor for me, I could do something for you…"
The military 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 freeway. The car pulled into an abandoned truck stop. No lights were working despite the fact that it was slope Negroid exterior. 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 hire off the cuffs ? Or are you the kinky form ?"Megan flirted.
The officeholder answered by clamping his hand over the girl's mouth and pointing his pistol to her head. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a hale lot easier"said the ship's officer with a sudden determination in his voice.
Taking his bridge player away from Megan's rima oris, he started to pull flannel rags 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 officeholder put the gun away and used his give up hired hand to pluck Megan's hair, causing her to yelp again.
"Change of program, beef, open your oral cavity"
Megan began another protestation and got the rag shoved into her sassing. Two More rags followed that one. By the prison term the officer taped the young lady's oral fissure shut with canal tape, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her articulatio talocruralis. He then took out a black woolen bag and pulled it over the female child's head. Megan screamed out a dissent. The tag end that stuffed her mouth muffled whatever sound was going to occur out of her throat. Now blind, the inadequate girl started to panic. She heard the trunk of the car pop heart-to-heart. She felt herself being picked up and then thrown into the cowl."O.K."she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The campaign probably took around 30 minutes. Megan was too meddling struggling against her bonds and rolling around the bole to observe track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the bole open and felt a pair of strong hands pull her out of the car. She heard a vocalism that did not belong to to her captor."Come on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another scream, to no help. She felt a second twosome men grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound groundwork dragging on the reason. First she felt the asphalt under her pes. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the short carpeting. She heard a door loose, then felt her feet hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a long. At the end of it she heard another doorway overt, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a BM, her bound hands encircling the back of the hot seat. Her ankle were tied to the sides. After she was thoroughly secured, her mask was pulled off.
It took Megan a instant to correct to the light in the way. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the room. One was a slightly fleshy man with a mask concealing his face. The early was her old supporter 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 minutes to spit out the sheet in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the roll in the hay ? !"were the first Logos 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 sick game you are playing needs to end now"declared Megan with exonerate vitriol in her vocalisation."Let me go, and I might not deliver you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking creep !"
Michael Bay let out another fast laughter."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 middling trivial cheeks in the process.
"Now, let me enlighten you, you arrogant little bitch. I am in control, not you. I will be making need, not you. Your extortion dodging has come to an end. So, if you know what is near for you, you will tell me where your little video recording tape is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to stir her chin give up of the man's grasp."piece of ass YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smiling washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a ball gag back into the missy's sassing and tightened it."It's time to level the playing field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's attire and ripped it down the middle, exposing the girl's aphrodisiacal mordant lace bra and scanty. Next, he pulled out a tongue. Megan's dresser rose and fell rapidly as the brunette started to panic at the flock of the knife. Bay gave her another evilness grinning, running the blunt English of the blade across the bra before slicing off the midsection of it. The bra loving cup swung off to the sides, exposing the actresses perfectly round chest. Megan let out another series of whimpers as her former lover used the Saami knife to tease the inside of her now exposed pegleg. Her center followed the blade as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful black pantie. Using the other manus, Michael grabbed the scanty, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in pain as the underclothing rode up between her mouth and into her vulva. She raised her hips and pulled her head back, trying to relieve the pain.
"Not so high and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The little girl was undoubtedly in pain. But she still managed to contribute the director the evil eye.
"It's ok, you will determine"said Michael.
He then cut the twine of the still taut underwear, revealing Megan's perfective tense shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a deal to behold. Her beautiful features, a motley of Irish, Gallic and American English Indian, were enhanced by the white rope that held her in place and the bright red clod gag that kept her jaw opened. Only a few of her farseeing black hair were out of property, hanging over her look. With her gorgeous red dress and her sexy black lingerie hanging off the slope in tag, she was the very embodiment of a damsel in hurt. Her forgetful, spotty breaths were offset by Brown University eyes that displayed the unwavering defiance.
"I will truly bask breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to hurl a few unintelligible insult through her ballock gag.
"What a pretty little picture"Michael said out cheap."No uncertainty it will fetch quite a price on the internet.
The director took out a tv 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 berth and set up or another shot, Megan figured it out. She turned her head away before the 2d news bulletin went off.
Michael lowered the television camera, giving the trussed up girl a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot well-off on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the masked man, uttering something for the first base prison term.
Megan only turned her head further, blocking her face with her hair.
"Mr. Smith, if you please."
The block out man walked behind the chair, then reached in from behind Megan, squeezing and twisting both her mammilla. Megan let out a scream.
Michael walked over and leaned in close to the girl's boundary form.
"Do you know the problem with pretty young lady ? 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 happen this fourth dimension, 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. David Roland Smith continued to torment her mamilla. 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 understand each other, costly ?"
Megan, nearly in rent, desperately shook her head.
"good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Smith. The masked man let go of Megan's tit. With a indulgent moan, the little girl breathed a suspiration of relief.
"Now,"said the director,"grin for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so photos, capturing the girl's limit form from respective different angle. Megan just sat there, tugging at her hamper occasionally, letting out a confused verbal insult through her gag. She continued to look 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 little teardrop rolled down Megan's face.
"Of path, if a picture is worth a thou words, what would a pic be Charles Frederick Worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic grinning washed over his face.
Mr. David Roland Smith brought a camera and the tripod in the midsection of the way. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape recording. He attached instrument to Megan's leg. The business sector of the vibrator went right into the miss's cunt. Megan shook her head no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his attention to the girl's nipples. First he roughly pinched them, then gave each a firm flick of the digit. This made Megan cry out in painful sensation. It also made her mamilla swell. Michael then produced two mamilla clipping. Pinching a mamilla with one hand, her captor attached the clips to each of Megan's tit. The consequent nuisance was nearly overwhelm. Megan contorted her face, letting out a tenacious painful moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf ball sized exercising weight. The hooks attached to the weights let her captor easily attach them to the teat clips. Each weight was followed by Megan's loud squeal.
Megan tried to shake her pass no, but quickly found that the trend made the free weight swing music, tugging on her already tender pap. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now pathetic objection and supplication.
"If you don't travel too much, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no dubiety he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to concentrate on her respiration. A breathing place too deep already brought on to a greater extent pain. She restricted herself to short-change, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the computer hardware stood next to the set up camera.
"Well, its tardy Megan. I never expected you to be conjunct from the source. I assure you, this will interchange. We are going to have some REAL fun tomorrow. For now we are just going make a short 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 concern, dearest. The television camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the music director bent down and kissed Megan on the ball gag. He then turned around, walking right by the camera and pushing a button in an unceremonious fashion. The recording light came on.
Megan's center were still following Michael when Mr. Smith approached her and pushed a clit on the vibrator.
A upsurge of energy jibe through the pathetic girl's body. Megan thrust her hips 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 result, her psyche was in a complete disarray. She did not have a go at it where pleasure ended and pain began. The mixture of sensations quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. smith exit the elbow room. She did not hear the heavy door close. In fact, for the first few minutes she saw nix but red.
Megan tried putting her rear end back down to fall the intensity of the sensation. This only made the effects of the vibrator more potent. Next, she tried shifting her pelvis from slope to side, but the vibrator continued to violently provoke her genitals.
It took only a few minutes, but an sexual climax started to build. Megan tried to hold it in, but to no service. When she finally achieved release, the intensity nearly made her Shirley Temple out. Vaginal juices squirted across the floor. Her oculus started to roll in the spine of her headway. Her breaths became mystifying, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced several more than of these orgasms. With her blood saturated with oxytocin, the vividness of the release was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfort. The rest of the nighttime became an endless rhythm of orgasmic buildup and release. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combining of anticipation and common cold. The ball gag, which did goose egg to stifle her groan or screams, instead made her drool copiously down her bosom and stomach. rip and mascara ran freely down her brass. The buildup would cobbler's last perhaps five, perhaps ten second. Megan could not be certainly, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her movement. Once the orgasm hit, however, it was all for null. He torso would spasm violently, making the cartridge clip and the weights deplumate even harder on her mistreated nipples.
Sometimes she would see two or three coming in a unity cycle. Was she getting off on the painful sensation ? Did she actually like this ? The thought repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the track of meter. The total night had turned into a mingle-mangle of pain and delight. In the episodic mo of limpidity Megan heard Michael's prophetic words playing over and over in her head word :"I am in mastery, not you."
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"She is certainly a huffy one"observed Mr. Smith as they both watched Megan on a monitor.
"How long do you imagine she will last before she talks ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of time before she gives you her fiddling tape"reassured the rope master."I would be surprised if she lasted more than a mates of days. Her training, however, will claim 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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