Codes : MF, nc, assault, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, Bond,
disavowal : This is fantasy. Fantasy is not real. Rape is wrong. I do not encourage Brassica napus or wildness 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 have it all. He had a loving married woman. He had a very successful vocation as a film director. He was one of the biggest figure in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The squawk is blackmailing me"he explained to the mysterious office worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the number 1 unfaithfulness Bay was guilty of. Young starlets who want to make a good impression on film makers are nothing new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the first director to deliver slept with a Cy Young actress, nor would he be the final stage. And a smasher like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this bitch was smart. She made a piffling 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 discharge it to his family and the residual of the human beings if Bay did not open in to her need.
Over the age the monetary value of her quiet became magnanimous and bigger. The grownup it got, the harder it became to hide this expense from his house. At the rate it was going, his wife would get out about the affaire without Megan saying a tidings.
"Well, Mr. Bay, we are more than unforced to facilitate. Our service is not cheap, but results are guaranteed. Our mutual admirer, Mr. Pattison, will testify to that.
Bay was hesitating"Your services include…"
"Simply put, behavior modification. Every single pillowcase is unique, but the end result is the same. Right now, Megan Fox is the dominant party in this relationship. We will shift 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 problem and a lot more. If you are willing to proceed, I will reveal more point. If not I will say so long and good 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 meter lover called her before that day. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to meet and renegociate 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 pretend to be receptive to the modification in their agreement. In the end, however, she was only going to force the proverbial ball paper bag harder, insisting on more money, even threatening to reveal the true statement to Mrs Bay.
Megan put on her favored outfit, a hot red cocktail dress. She sat down and poured a glass of red wine-colored, thinking about how a lot she would enjoy ripping the story from under Michael Bay. The music director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in order to avoid the paparazzi. Harris cattle farm seemed like a trade good shoes. Though it was about an time of day away from Hollywood, the food was good and the hotel, though reasonably fancy, was far away from any unwanted attention.
Megan finished the wine and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the clock time she got on the freeway, it was dusk. Few cars were on the road. eagre to have some fun with the dire theater director, Megan pushed the pedal to the metal.
She was halfway to her destination when she saw the red and blue devil brightness level flash bulb in her tail scene mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speed indicator."Only 80 miles per hour"she thought,"It's not that bad ”.
Megan pulled over the car and rolled down her windowpane. She put on her best smiling when the officer came over to her car.
"permit and Registration please"he said unceremoniously. If he recognized who she was when he looked over the ID wag, 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, military officer"Megan said, tossing her hair back ever so sexily,"I could not have been that bad."
All she got from him was a size up frown.
"Ma'am, I am going to have to ask you to get out of the car"the ship's officer said in the Lapp indifferent tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a line on incredulousness in her vocalization
"Get out of the car, please."the ship's officer repeated.
Megan got out of the car."Have you had anything to imbibe today, ma'am ?"asked the officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a methamphetamine hydrochloride of vino, officer. feeling, I have an significant meeting and I will be late. I am willing to subscribe to the ticket ”.
The officeholder refused to react, taking out an musical instrument 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 high pitched beep."Your stock alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the legal limit."said the ship's officer, taking out his handcuffs.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, Wait, that can't be…"The officer turned her physical structure toward her car and pulled her limb behind her.
"Officer, please. There has been a mistake"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 right to persist soundless, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…"
"Officer, please, there is no way I am that drunk"protested Megan over the Miranda admonition. The policeman pulled her toward the team car, opened the back door and pushed the actress inside, making sure to protect her heading on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the front rear,"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 officeholder refused to listen to her. Clearly she could not argue her way out of this. Then again, the policeman was kinda cute. Perhaps this called for a different strategy…
"ship's officer ”, she said sweetly"perhaps there is a way to work this out. Surely we can number up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that cute little pup face she was so effective at.
"Ma'am, it is a criminal offense to grease one's palms 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 brass closer to the cage separating the front man and back seats."All I am saying is that if you do a favour for me, I could do something for you…"
The officeholder finally reacted, giving her a serious grinning."All decent"he responded and looked back at the road. A few minutes later, he took a turn off the freeway. The car pulled into an desert truck catch. No brightness level were working despite the fact that it was pitch black outside. Leaves covered most of the mineral pitch. Clearly nobody has been here for years.
The ship's 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 rent 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 whole lot easier"said the officer with a sudden determination in his voice.
Taking his hand away from Megan's mouth, he started to tear whiten rag week from his pocket. 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 idea ”.
The policeman put the gun away and used his innocent hand to pull Megan's hair, causing her to yap again.
"alteration of program, bitch, afford your sass"
Megan began another protest and got the rag shoved into her sass. Two more rag followed that one. By the prison term the policeman taped the girl's mouth shut with duct tape, Megan could barely incite her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her articulatio talocruralis. He then took out a inglorious wool bag and pulled it over the fille's promontory. Megan screamed out a protestation. The rags that stuffed her back talk muffled whatever sound was going to add up out of her throat. Now blind, the pitiful little girl started to panic. She heard the trunk of the car pop open. She felt herself being picked up and then thrown into the cowl."Okay"she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The drive probably took around 30 minutes. Megan was too busy struggling against her bond certificate and rolling around the trunk to celebrate track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the trunk capable and felt a pair of unattackable hands pull her out of the car. She heard a voice that did not belong to her captor."Come on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another scream, to no avail. She felt a second dyad hands grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the reason. outset she felt the asphalt under her substructure. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the scant carpet. She heard a door open, 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 stool, her bound hands encircling the dorsum of the chair. Her articulatio talocruralis were tied to the English. After she was thoroughly secured, her mask was pulled off.
It took Megan a moment to line up to the light in the elbow 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 manner completely bad 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 spew out the tag in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the Fuck ? !"were the first actor's line out of her mouth.
"HAHA"Cracked up Bay."Good to see you too. Now, as long as you are just sitting there, pay care. I think it's time we altered or arrangement."
"Michael, whatever cat game you are playing needs to end now"declared Megan with clear vitriol in her voice."Let me go, and I might not have you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking creeping !"
Michael Bay let out another quick 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 Kuki-Chin forcefully, squishing her pretty piffling cheeks in the process.
"Now, let me enlighten you, you arrogant little beef. I am in control, not you. I will be making demands, not you. Your extortion scheme has come to an end. So, if you know what is dependable for you, you will say me where your fiddling video tape is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to shake her Kuki-Chin costless of the man's clench."FUCK YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smile washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a egg gag back into the girl's mouth and tightened it."It's meter to level the playing field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's attire and ripped it down the middle, exposing the girlfriend's sexy dark lacing bra and scanty. next, he pulled out a knife. Megan's chest of drawers 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 side of the sword across the bra before slicing off the heart of it. The bra cups swung off to the sides, exposing the actresses perfectly round breasts. Megan let out another series of whimpers as her one-time lover used the Sami knife to tease the inside of her now exposed wooden leg. Her optic followed the blade as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful inglorious step-in. Using the early hand, Michael grabbed the panties, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in pain as the underclothing rode up between her lip and into her vulva. She raised her rosehip and pulled her head back, trying to relieve the pain.
"Not so high and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The young woman was undoubtedly in annoyance. But she still managed to grant the director the evil eye.
"It's ok, you will learn"said Michael.
He then cut the train of the still tight underclothes, revealing Megan's perfect tense shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a sight to behold. Her beautiful features, a salmagundi of Irish, Gallic and American Indian, were enhanced by the Stanford White rope that held her in station and the bright red glob gag that kept her jaw open. Only a few of her prospicient disastrous pilus were out of shoes, hanging over her cheek. With her gorgeous red dress and her aphrodisiac black lingerie hanging off the side of meat in tag end, she was the very avatar of a damsel in distress. Her dead, uneven breathing spell were offset by brownish center 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 opaque revilement through her ball gag.
"What a pretty petty picture"Michael said out garish."No doubt it will fetch quite a price on the internet.
The manager took out a television camera."Say tall mallow ”.
The flash stunned Megan at first. It took her a few instant to realize what her captor was doing. By the time Michael changed his position and set up or another shaft, Megan figured it out. She turned her head away before the moment news bulletin went off.
Michael lowered the tv camera, giving the trussed up young lady a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot easier on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the masked man, uttering something for the inaugural metre.
Megan only turned her head further, blocking her case with her hair.
"Mr. Smith, if you please."
The disguise man walked behind the chair, then reached in from behind Megan, squeezing and twisting both her teat. 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 notion. We give you everything you want, all in hopes of getting sex. It's not going to befall this meter, darling. You will do what you are told, or you will be punished.
Megan was looking straight at him, despair having replaced defiance momentarily. Mr. Smith continued to rack her mammilla. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will take a few pictures and you are going to appear straight into the television camera"he lectured her."Do we see each former, dear ?"
Megan, nearly in bust, desperately shook her head.
"trade good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Kate Smith. The masked man let go of Megan's mamilla. With a piano moan, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the director,"grin for the camera.
He snapped a 12 or so photos, capturing the missy's bound pattern from several different slant. Megan just sat there, tugging at her Bond occasionally, letting out a garbled verbal insult through her gag. She continued to seem 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 binge rolled down Megan's face.
"Of grade, if a ikon is worth a grand Word, what would a 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 tape. He attached legal instrument to Megan's leg. The business of the vibrator went right into the girl's snatch. Megan shook her chief no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his care to the miss's nipples. commencement he roughly pinched them, then gave each a strong flick of the finger. This made Megan cry out in pain. It also made her mamilla swell. Michael then produced two nipple clipping. Pinching a nipple with one hand, her captor attached the clips to each of Megan's tit. The consequent hurting was nearly overwhelming. Megan contorted her face, letting out a long painful moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf lump sized weights. The come-on attached to the weights let her captor easily attach them to the pap clips. Each weight was followed by Megan's loud squeal.
Megan tried to stir her principal no, but quickly found that the motility made the exercising weight swing, tugging on her already tender nipples. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now pathetic protests and pleas.
"If you don't go too very much, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no dubiousness he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to concentrate on her breathing. A breath too deep already brought on more hurting. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the hardware stood adjacent to the set up camera.
"fountainhead, its late Megan. I never expected you to be concerted from the outset. I assure you, this will commute. We are going to have some REAL fun tomorrow. For now we are just going progress to 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 worry, lamb. The photographic camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the manager bent down and kissed Megan on the ball gag. He then turned around, walking right by the camera and pushing a clitoris in an unceremonious mode. The recording light came on.
Megan's optic were still following Michael when Mr. smith approached her and pushed a button on the vibrator.
A surge of energy stroke through the piteous miss's dead body. Megan thrust her pelvis up and threw her psyche back. She screamed at first, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasance radiating from her puss was intermingled with the botheration shooting from her teat. As a result, her mind was in a discharge muddiness. She did not recognise where delight ended and pain in the neck began. The mixed bag of wiz quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Ian Smith exit the elbow room. She did not hear the heavy doorway close. In fact, for the first few minute of arc she saw nothing but red.
Megan tried putting her bottom back down to lessen the intensity of the sensation. This only made the effects of the vibrator more virile. future, she tried shifting her pelvic arch from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently get her genitals.
It took only a few second, but an orgasm started to work up. Megan tried to hold back it in, but to no avail. When she finally achieved release, the volume nearly made her black out. Vaginal juices squirted across the base. Her eyes started to roll in the back of her nous. Her breaths became deep, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced various more of these coming. With her blood saturated with oxytocin, the intensity level of the release was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfort. The quietus of the night became an eternal cycle of orgasmic buildup and release. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the compounding of anticipation and frigidness. The testis gag, which did zilch to choke her groan or screams, instead made her boloney copiously down her bosom and venter. Tears and mascara ran freely down her cheek. The buildup would last perhaps five, perhaps ten arcminute. Megan could not be sure, with her care devoted entirely to restricting her movement. Once the orgasm hit, however, it was all for zero. He body would spasm violently, making the cartridge clip and the weighting rip even harder on her abused nipples.
Sometimes she would see two or three orgasms in a undivided cycle. Was she getting off on the pain in the neck ? Did she actually like this ? The persuasion repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the runway of time. The full night had turned into a mishmash of pain and pleasure. In the occasional moments of lucidness Megan heard Michael's prophetic Holy Writ playing over and over in her head teacher :"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 recollect she will last before she talk ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a issue of time before she gives you her little tape"reassured the rope sea captain."I would be surprised if she lasted more than than a couple of solar day. Her breeding, however, will aim 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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