code : 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 long time of age he seemed to take in it all. He had a loving married woman. He had a very successful career as a film director. He was one of the biggest figure in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The bitch is blackmailing me"he explained to the cryptic spot worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the starting time infidelity Bay was hangdog of. Pres Young starlets who want to make a upright impression on film makers are zip new to the Hollywood setting. Bay was not the first director to have slept with a offspring actress, nor would he be the live. And a beauty like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this bitch was saucy. She made a piddling 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 release it to his family and the rest period of the world if Bay did not give in to her demands.
Over the eld the price of her silence became magnanimous and crowing. The bigger it got, the harder it became to hide this expense from his family. At the rate it was going, his wife would find out about the affair without Megan saying a Son.
"Well, Mr. Bay, we are more than willing to help. Our divine service is not cheap, but results are guaranteed. Our mutual friend, Mr. Pattison, will bear witness to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your service of process include…"
"Simply put, behavior alteration. Every undivided case is unique, but the end result is the like. Right now, Megan Fox is the rife party in this relationship. We will change that. By the time we are done, she will do what you want and obey you in every way possible. This will work out your blackmail job and a lot more. If you are volition to proceed, I will reveal more detail. If not I will say goodbye and good luck. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite proud of with herself. She had Michael Bay right where she wanted him : begging. Her one metre lover called her earlier that day. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to get together and renegotiate their financial system. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to meet him. She knew she had Bay by the ballock. She would allow him to pay for dinner, maybe even sham to be centripetal to the change in their arrangement. In the end, however, she was only going to gouge the proverbial ball firing harder, insisting on Sir Thomas More money, even threatening to reveal the truth to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her favorite outfit, a hot red cocktail dress. She sat down and poured a glass of red wine-coloured, thinking about how much she would enjoy ripping the floor from under Michael Bay. The managing director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in ordination to avoid the paparazzi. Sir Arthur Travers Harris spread seemed like a good place. Though it was about an time of day away from Hollywood, the food was good and the hotel, though fairly phantasy, 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 gloaming. Few cars were on the road. eagre to have some fun with the despairing director, Megan pushed the pedal to the metallic element.
She was halfway to her destination when she saw the red and low-spirited visible light flash in her rear view mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speedometer."Only 80 air mile 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 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 smile.
"You were speeding, ma'am"
"Oh, c'mon, officer"Megan said, tossing her hair back ever so sexily,"I could not feature 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 ship's officer said in the same indifferent tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a note on incredulousness in her vox
"Get out of the car, please."the officeholder repeated.
Megan got out of the car."Have you had anything to drink today, ma'am ?"asked the officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a glass of wine, officer. looking at, I have an important get together and I will be late. I am volition to take the ticket ”.
The officer refused to react, taking out an instrument out of his belt."This is a breathalyzer, ma'am. Please breathe into it."
"mulct"Megan rolled her heart and blew into the instrument.
The breathalyzer reacted with a high up pitched beep."Your blood inebriant is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the sound limit."said the officer, taking out his handcuffs.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, Wait, that can't be…"The officeholder turned her consistence toward her car and pulled her weapon system behind her.
"Officer, please. There has been a mistake"Megan protested
"Mrs. Fox, You are under stay for driving under the influence"He slapped the cuffs on her carpus and pulled them shut,"You have the right to continue tacit, anything you say can and will be used against you in the motor lodge of law…"
"Officer, please, there is no way I am that rummy"protested Megan over the Miranda warning. The military officer pulled her toward the squad car, opened the backward door and pushed the actress inside, making for certain to protect her head on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the nominal head tooshie,"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 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 officer was kinda cute. Perhaps this called for a dissimilar strategy…
"officer ”, she said sweetly"perhaps there is a way to work this out. Surely we can come in up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that cute slight pup facial expression she was so good at.
"Ma'am, it is a law-breaking to buy an officer of the law"responded the policeman.
Megan gave him a cute and ingenuous flavor"I would never try to buy you, sir."She pressed her aspect closer to the cage separating the front and back seats."All I am saying is that if you do a party favour for me, I could do something for you…"
The officer finally reacted, giving her a good grin."All right on"he responded and looked back at the route. A few instant later, he took a turn off the freeway. The car pulled into an derelict motortruck stop. No visible radiation were working despite the fact that it was cant black-market outside. Leaves covered about 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 side of the car and fumbled for the belt.
"Are you going to take off the cuffs ? Or are you the kinky kind ?"Megan flirted.
The ship's officer answered by clamping his hired man over the girl's rima oris and pointing his handgun to her head. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a all lot well-situated"said the policeman with a sudden determination in his voice.
Taking his hired hand away from Megan's oral fissure, he started to pluck whiteness rags from his pouch. 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 intellect ”.
The military officer put the gun away and used his innocent hand to pull Megan's hair's-breadth, causing her to yelp again.
"change of architectural plan, bitch, unfold your mouth"
Megan began another objection and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two more rags followed that one. By the time the officer taped the girl's mouth shut with duct taping, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The police officer proceeded to tie her ankle joint. He then took out a dark wool bag and pulled it over the girl's head. Megan screamed out a protest. The rags that stuffed her mouth muffled whatever sound was going to follow out of her throat. Now blind, the poor young woman started to panic. She heard the trunk of the car pop open. She felt herself being picked up and then make into the toughie."Okay"she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The drive probably took around 30 second. Megan was too meddling struggling against her James Bond and rolling around the body to restrain track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the trunk receptive and felt a pair of substantial manus pull her out of the car. She heard a part that did not belong to to her captor."ejaculate on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another screech, to no avail. She felt a second yoke hired man grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the ground. First she felt the asphalt under her metrical foot. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the short carpeting. She heard a door opened, then felt her feet hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a long. At the end of it she heard another door undecided, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a commode, her bound work force encircling the back of the chair. Her ankle were tied to the incline. 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 corpulence man with a mask concealing his typeface. The other was her old friend Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"hullo 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 sprinkle out the tatter in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the nooky ? !"were the low words 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 unhinged secret plan you are playing want to end now"declared Megan with pass 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 quick laugh."Look at you. Tied up, helpless, and you still think you are in dominance. How very predictable"
Michael walked up to Megan and grabbed her chin forcefully, squishing her jolly short boldness in the process.
"Now, let me enlighten you, you arrogant little bitch. I am in control, not you. I will be making requirement, not you. Your extortion scheme has come to an end. So, if you know what is trade good for you, you will differentiate me where your piffling video tape measure is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to shake 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 mouth and tightened it."It's fourth dimension to rase the playing theatre ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's dress and ripped it down the middle, exposing the little girl's sexy black lace bra and pantie. Next, he pulled out a tongue. Megan's thorax rose and fell rapidly as the brunette started to panic at the raft 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 cups swung off to the sides, exposing the actresses perfectly round breasts. Megan let out another series of whimpers as her quondam lover used the same knife to beleaguer the inside of her now exposed wooden leg. Her eyes followed the blade as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful black panties. Using the other hand, Michael grabbed the scanty, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in pain as the underclothing rode up between her lip and into her vulva. She raised her pelvic arch and pulled her caput back, trying to lighten the pain.
"Not so high and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The girl was undoubtedly in bother. But she still managed to give the theatre director the evil eye.
"It's ok, you will teach"said Michael.
He then cut the drawing string of the still taut underclothing, revealing Megan's perfective tense shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a mess to behold. Her beautiful features, a salmagundi of Irish, French and American language Indian, were enhanced by the white rope that held her in place and the bright red chunk gag that kept her jaw opened. Only a few of her farseeing shameful whisker were out of billet, hanging over her font. With her gorgeous red dress and her aphrodisiacal black lingerie hanging off the English in tatters, she was the very embodiment of a damsel in suffering. Her light, uneven breaths were offset by brown eyes that displayed the unwavering defiance.
"I will truly savor breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to hurl a few unintelligible insult through her lump gag.
"What a pretty slight picture"Michael said out brassy."No question it will fetch quite a terms on the internet.
The director took out a camera."Say cheeseflower ”.
The flash lamp 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 psyche away before the second ostentation went off.
Michael lowered the photographic camera, giving the trussed up little 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 get-go fourth dimension.
Megan only turned her forefront further, blocking her case with her hair.
"Mr. Smith, if you please."
The cloak man walked behind the chair, then reached in from behind Megan, squeezing and twisting both her pap. Megan let out a scream.
Michael walked over and leaned in close to the girl's spring form.
"Do you know the trouble with pretty female child ? They are spoiled by guy cable. We cater to you every caprice. We give you everything you want, all in Hope of getting sex. It's not going to occur this clock time, darling. You will do what you are told, or you will be punished.
Megan was looking straight at him, despair having replaced rebelliousness momentarily. Mr. Smith continued to torture her nipples. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will film a few pictures and you are going to wait straight into the camera"he lectured her."Do we sympathize each early, dear ?"
Megan, nearly in bust, desperately shook her head.
"goodness,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. David Roland Smith. The block out man let go of Megan's nipples. With a easygoing moan, the missy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the director,"smiling for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so photos, capturing the girl's boundary human body from several unlike angle. Megan just sat there, tugging at her alliance occasionally, letting out a garbled verbal vilification through her gag. She continued to calculate at the television camera, fearful of pissing off her captors.
"Oh yes, these will do nicely"Smiled Michael after the photo-shoot was completed."Your lover will love these. A diminished tear rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course, if a picture is worth a thousand word of honor, what would a picture be worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic smile washed over his face.
Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith brought a camera and the tripod in the center of the elbow room. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and taping. He attached tool to Megan's leg. The business of the vibrator went right into the female child's snatch. Megan shook her head no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his care to the girl's mammilla. starting time he roughly pinched them, then gave each a solid flick of the finger. This made Megan cry out in botheration. It also made her teat swell. Michael then produced two nipple snip. Pinching a nipple with one paw, her captor attached the clips to each of Megan's tit. The consequent painfulness was nearly overwhelming. Megan contorted her face, letting out a long painful moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf ball sized weights. The hooks attached to the weights let her captor easily attach them to the pap clip. Each weight was followed by Megan's tatty squeal.
Megan tried to sway her head no, but quickly found that the campaign made the weights jive, tugging on her already tender nipple. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now silly protest and pleas.
"If you don't act too much, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no uncertainty he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to digest on her breathing. A breathing spell too deep already brought on More pain. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the hardware stood next to the set up camera.
"well, its late Megan. I never expected you to be concerted from the origin. I assure you, this will modify. We are going to possess some REAL fun tomorrow. For now we are just going wee-wee a little movie."
"MMMMMMFFFFFF"protested Megan loudly.
Michel walked up to the trussed up girl, gently brushing her chin and jaw with the spine of his hand.
"Don't worry, dear. The camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the theatre director bent down and kissed Megan on the glob 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 oculus were still following Michael when Mr. Kate Smith approached her and pushed a push on the vibrator.
A upsurge of push shot through the poor lady friend's trunk. Megan thrust her pelvis up and threw her capitulum back. She screamed at initiative, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasure radiating from her pussy was intermingled with the bother shooting from her nipples. As a resolution, her mind was in a complete confusedness. She did not know where delight ended and painfulness began. The commixture of hotshot quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Joseph Smith exit the room. She did not hear the heavy threshold close. In fact, for the foremost few moment she saw naught but red.
Megan tried putting her butt back down to diminish the intensity of the sensation. This only made the essence of the vibrator more strong. following, she tried shifting her hips from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently provoke her genitals.
It took only a few minutes, but an climax started to build. Megan tried to keep it in, but to no avail. When she finally achieved sack, the intensity nearly made her dim out. Vaginal succus squirted across the floor. Her eyes started to cast in the spine of her head. Her breather became abstruse, but staggered. She managed to continue conscious.
Megan experienced various more of these orgasms. With her profligate saturated with oxytocin, the intensity of the release was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's ease. The balance of the night became an endless cycle of orgasmic buildup and button. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combination of prediction and common cold. The ball gag, which did nothing to strangle her groan or screaming, instead made her boloney copiously down her white meat and tum. Tears and mascara ran freely down her nerve. The buildup would survive perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be sure as shooting, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her motility. Once the coming hit, however, it was all for zero. He torso would spasm violently, making the time and the free weight commit even harder on her maltreat nipples.
Sometimes she would experience two or three orgasm in a single bicycle. Was she getting off on the pain in the ass ? Did she actually like this ? The intellection repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the caterpillar track of meter. The entire nighttime had turned into a mishmash of pain and delight. In the occasional moments of clarity Megan heard Michael's prophetic watchword playing over and over in her top dog :"I am in control, not you."
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"She is certainly a touchy one"observed Mr. Smith as they both watched Megan on a monitor.
"How long do you suppose she will go before she talks ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a affair of fourth dimension before she gives you her picayune mag tape"reassured the rope lord."I would be surprised if she lasted More than a couple of days. Her education, 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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