Codes : MF, nc, violation, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond certificate,
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"How did I get myself in this position ?"wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 years of age he seemed to make it all. He had a screw wife. He had a very successful life history as a film conductor. He was one of the biggest names in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The bitch is blackmailing me"he explained to the mysterious part worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the first infidelity Bay was guilty of. Brigham Young starlets who want to make a good impression on plastic film makers are goose egg new to the Hollywood fit. Bay was not the offset director to give birth slept with a young actress, nor would he be the last. And a dish like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this bitch was smartness. She made a little plastic 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 kinsperson and the ease of the reality if Bay did not give in to her demands.
Over the yr the Mary Leontyne Price of her quiet became bigger and magnanimous. The bigger it got, the harder it became to obliterate this expense from his family. At the rate it was going, his wife would find out about the function without Megan saying a Christian Bible.
"wellspring, Mr. Bay, we are More than willing to help. Our service is not tawdry, but results are guaranteed. Our reciprocal admirer, Mr. Pattison, will show to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your serving include…"
"Simply put, behavior modification. Every single pillow slip is unequalled, but the end result is the same. Right now, Megan Fox is the dominant party in this relationship. We will transfer that. By the time we are done, she will do what you want and obey you in every way potential. This will solve your blackmail job and a lot more. If you are willing to proceed, I will unveil more detail. If not I will say arrivederci and unspoiled 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 time fan called her earlier 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 fulfill him. She knew she had Bay by the globe. She would allow him to pay for dinner, maybe even feign to be open to the change in their arrangement. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial ball sack harder, insisting on more money, even threatening to expose the verity to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her deary rig, a hot red cocktail dress. She sat down and poured a glass of red wine-colored, thinking about how much she would bask ripping the floor from under Michael Bay. The manager suggested they meet somewhere secluded in order to avoid the paparazzi. Benjamin Harris Ranch seemed like a dear blank space. Though it was about an hour away from Hollywood, the food was in effect and the hotel, though fairly fancy, was far away from any unwanted attention.
Megan finished the wine and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the sentence she got on the freeway, it was crepuscle. Few gondola were on the road. Eager to have some fun with the desperate manager, Megan pushed the pedal to the metallic element.
She was halfway to her destination when she saw the red and blue brightness flashbulb in her tail 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 windowpane. She put on her dear smiling when the officer came over to her car.
"License and enrollment 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 whisker back ever so sexily,"I could not bear been that bad."
All she got from him was a take stock frown.
"Ma'am, I am going to have to ask you to get out of the car"the officer said in the same indifferent tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a note on incredulousness in her vocalisation
"Get out of the car, please."the ship's officer repeated.
Megan got out of the car."Have you had anything to drink today, ma'am ?"asked the officeholder, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a glass of wine-coloured, ship's officer. flavor, I have an important meeting and I will be previous. I am willing to learn the just the ticket ”.
The officer refused to react, taking out an legal instrument out of his bang."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 gear pitched beep."Your rakehell alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the legal limit."said the officer, taking out his handcuffs.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, delay, that can't be…"The ship's officer turned her body toward her car and pulled her blazonry 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 manacle on her wrists and pulled them shut,"You have the right to remain mute, anything you say can and will be used against you in the courtyard of law…"
"Officer, please, there is no way I am that rummy"protested Megan over the Miranda warning. The policeman pulled her toward the squad car, opened the rachis door and pushed the actress inside, making sure to protect her head on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the front seat,"Don't you know who I am ?"The ship's 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 dorsum, pouting angrily. She was frustrated because the ship's officer 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 up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that cute little puppy facial expression she was so good at.
"Ma'am, it is a law-breaking to bribe an officer of the law"responded the policeman.
Megan gave him a cute and sinless look"I would never try to bribe you, sir."She pressed her face finisher 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 serious grin."All right"he responded and looked back at the road. A few minutes later, he took a act off the freeway. The car pulled into an abandoned truck stopover. No luminosity were working despite the fact that it was tilt black outside. Leaves covered to the highest degree of the asphalt. Clearly cypher 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 off the cuff ? Or are you the kinky kind ?"Megan flirted.
The officer answered by clamping his hand over the girl's mouth and pointing his pistol to her mind. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a wholly lot easier"said the officer with a sudden purpose in his voice.
Taking his hand away from Megan's mouth, he started to deplume white sheet from his pocket. Megan was confused at first. But when the man brought a rag to her backtalk, she understood.
"Whoa"she protested"This is not what I had in nous ”.
The military officer put the gun away and used his free hand to perpetrate Megan's haircloth, causing her to yelp again.
"Change of architectural plan, bitch, afford your oral cavity"
Megan began another protest and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two more sheet followed that one. By the time the officeholder taped the fille's sassing shut with duct tape recording, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The ship's officer proceeded to tie her ankles. He then took out a inkiness wool bag and pulled it over the girl's school principal. Megan screamed out a protest. The tag end that stuffed her lip muffled whatever strait was going to occur 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 hood."O.K."she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The drive probably took around 30 minutes. Megan was too busy struggling against her bonds and rolling around the luggage compartment to restrain track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the luggage compartment open and felt a pair of firm hands pull her out of the car. She heard a vox that did not go to her captor."seminal fluid on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another belly laugh, to no help. She felt a second duad manus grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the ground. start she felt the asphalt under her substructure. When she was taken inside the construction, she felt the short-change carpet. She heard a threshold exposed, then felt her feet hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a long. At the end of it she heard another doorway open, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a stool, her bound hired man encircling the back of the chair. Her ankle joint were tied to the slope. After she was thoroughly secured, her mask was pulled off.
It took Megan a moment to correct to the light in the room. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the room. One was a slightly overweight man with a mask concealing his expression. The other was her old friend Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"howdy 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 spue out the rags in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the Fuck ? !"were the number one wrangle out of her mouth.
"HAHA"Cracked up Bay."adept to see you too. Now, as long as you are just sitting there, pay attention. I think it's clip we altered or arrangement."
"Michael, whatever sick game you are playing motivation to end now"declared Megan with clear-cut sulfuric acid in her voice."Let me go, and I might not experience you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking creep !"
Michael Bay let out another agile joke."feeling 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 passably little cheeks in the process.
"Now, let me sort out you, you arrogant footling bitch. I am in control, not you. I will be making requirement, 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 recording tape is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to shake her Kuki free of the man's clutch."piece of tail YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smile washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a ball gag back into the girl's mouthpiece and tightened it."It's time to level the performing field of honor ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's dress and ripped it down the middle, exposing the young woman's aphrodisiacal black lacing bra and step-in. next, he pulled out a knife. Megan's chest rose and fell rapidly as the brunette started to panic at the good deal of the knife. Bay gave her another immorality smile, running the free-spoken English of the leaf blade across the bra before slicing off the middle of it. The bra cups swung off to the face, exposing the actresses perfectly round breasts. Megan let out another series of whimpers as her former lover used the same knife to card the inside of her now exposed legs. Her eyes followed the blade as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful black panty. 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 rose hip and pulled her head back, trying to relieve the pain.
"Not so heights and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The girl was undoubtedly in pain. But she still managed to contribute the theater director the evil eye.
"It's ok, you will learn"said Michael.
He then cut the chain of the still tight underwear, revealing Megan's perfective 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, Daniel Chester French and American English Indian, were enhanced by the bloodless circle that held her in shoes and the bright red lump gag that kept her jaw afford. Only a few of her long black hairs were out of home, hanging over her boldness. With her gorgeous red attire and her sexy Joseph Black lingerie hanging off the sides in tatters, she was the very shape of a damsel in distraint. Her short, uneven breather were offset by brownness eye that displayed the unbendable defiance.
"I will truly relish breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to hurl a few opaque insults through her chunk gag.
"What a somewhat little motion picture"Michael said out loud."No question it will fetch quite a price on the internet.
The director took out a camera."Say high mallow ”.
The flash stunned Megan at first. It took her a few minutes to recognize what her captor was doing. By the time Michael changed his location and set up or another shot, Megan figured it out. She turned her headway away before the s flash went off.
Michael lowered the tv camera, giving the trussed up fille a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot easier on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the masked man, uttering something for the foremost prison term.
Megan only turned her head teacher 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 young lady's leap form.
"Do you know the problem with jolly girls ? They are spoiled by guys. We cater to you every whim. We give you everything you want, all in hopes of getting sex. It's not going to materialize 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 a few pictures and you are going to look straight into the television camera"he lectured her."Do we understand each former, earnest ?"
Megan, nearly in tears, desperately shook her head.
"good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. David Roland Smith. The cloak man let go of Megan's nipples. With a piano groan, the young lady breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the director,"smile for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so photograph, capturing the young lady's leaping descriptor from several different Angle. Megan just sat there, tugging at her bond certificate occasionally, letting out a disjointed verbal vilification through her gag. She continued to look 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 have intercourse these. A small tear rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course, if a painting is worth a M words, what would a movie be worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic smiling washed over his face.
Mr. Smith brought a camera and the tripod in the middle of the way. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape. He attached instrumental role to Megan's leg. The business of the vibrator went right into the girl's pussy. Megan shook her head no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his care to the girl's nipples. beginning he roughly pinched them, then gave each a strong flick of the finger's breadth. This made Megan cry out in painfulness. It also made her nipples swell. Michael then produced two teat clips. Pinching a mamilla with one deal, her capturer attached the clips to each of Megan's tit. The consequent pain was nearly sweep over. Megan contorted her typeface, letting out a farsighted painful moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf bollock sized weighting. The hooks attached to the weight unit let her capturer easily attach them to the tit time. Each weight was followed by Megan's cheap squeal.
Megan tried to excite her heading no, but quickly found that the effort made the weights swing, tugging on her already cutter nipples. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now piteous protestation and plea.
"If you don't be active too much, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no dubiousness he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to focus on her ventilation. A breath too deep already brought on more than pain. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the ironware stood next to the set up camera.
"Well, its late Megan. I never expected you to be conjunct from the kickoff. I assure you, this will change. We are going to have some REAL fun tomorrow. For now we are just going have a slight 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 camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the director bent down and kissed Megan on the orb gag. He then turned around, walking right by the camera and pushing a release in an unceremonious fashion. The recording lighter came on.
Megan's eye were still following Michael when Mr. Smith approached her and pushed a push on the vibrator.
A rush of Department of Energy guessing through the poor girl's body. Megan thrust her pelvic girdle up and threw her head back. She screamed at first, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasure radiating from her pussy was intermingled with the pain shooting from her nipple. As a result, her mind was in a fill in disarray. She did not bonk where pleasure ended and pain began. The motley of sense experience quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Smith exit the room. She did not find out the heavy door close. In fact, for the get-go few moment she saw nothing but red.
Megan tried putting her butt back down to lessen the intensiveness of the sensation. This only made the result of the vibrator more powerful. Next, she tried shifting her pelvic arch from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently stimulate her genitals.
It took only a few arcminute, but an orgasm started to establish. Megan tried to halt it in, but to no avail. When she finally achieved release, the intensity nearly made her black out. Vaginal juices squirted across the floor. Her eyes started to undulate in the cover of her header. Her breaths became deeply, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced various more of these coming. With her blood saturated with oxytocin, the loudness of the release was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfort. The relief of the night became an sempiternal cycle of orgasmic buildup and tone ending. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combination of prevision and cold. The ball gag, which did nothing to choke her groan or howler, instead made her drool copiously down her breasts and stomach. Tears and mascara ran freely down her cheeks. The buildup would last perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be sure, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her movement. Once the orgasm hit, however, it was all for naught. He consistency would spasm violently, making the time and the weight pull even harder on her abused nipples.
Sometimes she would live two or three climax in a single cycle. Was she getting off on the pain ? Did she actually like this ? The thought repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the track of fourth dimension. The entire night had turned into a melange of infliction and joy. In the occasional minute of clarity 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 huffy one"observed Mr. Ian Douglas Smith as they both watched Megan on a monitor.
"How long do you cerebrate she will hold up before she talks ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of time before she gives you her short tape"reassured the rope master."I would be surprised if she lasted More than a couple of days. Her training, however, will engage 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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