codification : MF, nc, violation, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond paper,
Disclaimer : This is fantasise. phantasy is not real. Rape is amiss. I do not encourage ravishment or ferocity against women.
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"How did I get myself in this office ?"wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 years of age he seemed to have it all. He had a loving wife. He had a very successful career as a movie music director. He was one of the biggest figure in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The cunt is blackmailing me"he explained to the mysterious office worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the number one unfaithfulness Bay was guilty of. Edward Young starlets who want to earn a good mental picture on motion picture Jehovah are nothing new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the commencement managing director to have slept with a Lester Willis Young actress, nor would he be the last. And a beauty like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this gripe was sassy. She made a little 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 exhaust it to his phratry and the residue of the mankind if Bay did not give in to her demand.
Over the days the price of her secretiveness became braggart and bountiful. The bigger it got, the harder it became to conceal this expense from his family. At the charge per unit it was going, his wife would find out about the affair without Megan saying a word.
"Well, Mr. Bay, we are more than willing to help. Our serve is not cheap, but results are guaranteed. Our mutual Quaker, Mr. Pattison, will show to that.
Bay was hesitating"Your services include…"
"Simply put, doings adjustment. Every single case is unequaled, but the end resolution is the same. Right now, Megan Fox is the dominant 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 solve your blackmail problem and a lot more. If you are willing to go on, I will discover more detail. If not I will say goodbye and good lot. 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 time lover called her to begin with 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 meet him. She knew she had Bay by the clod. She would allow him to pay for dinner, maybe even pretend to be receptive to the change in their agreement. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial Lucille Ball sack harder, insisting on Sir Thomas More money, even threatening to reveal the truth to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her favourite outfit, a hot red cocktail clothes. She sat down and poured a glass of red wine-coloured, thinking about how much she would revel ripping the story from under Michael Bay. The Director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in Order to avoid the paparazzi. James Thomas Harris Ranch seemed like a dependable place. Though it was about an hour away from Hollywood, the food was serious and the hotel, though pretty fancy, was far away from any unwanted attention.
Megan finished the wine-colored and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the time she got on the freeway, it was dusk. Few machine were on the road. Eager to have some fun with the despairing director, Megan pushed the pedal to the metal.
She was halfway to her terminus when she saw the red and profane brightness flash in her rear survey mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speedometer."Only 80 stat mi 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 police officer came over to her car.
"licence and enrollment please"he said unceremoniously. If he recognized who she was when he looked over the ID circuit 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, policeman"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 annotation on incredulousness in her vox
"Get out of the car, please."the officer repeated.
Megan got out of the car."Have you had anything to drink today, ma'am ?"asked the policeman, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a trash of wine-coloured, policeman. Look, I have an of import encounter and I will be late. I am volition to exact the ticket ”.
The officer refused to react, taking out an instrument out of his belted ammunition."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 rip alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the effectual limit."said the military officer, taking out his handcuff.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, Wait, that can't be…"The officer turned her body toward her car and pulled her weapon 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 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 word of advice. The policeman pulled her toward the squad car, opened the back door and pushed the actress inside, making sure enough to protect her caput on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the front man can,"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 back, pouting angrily. She was frustrated because the officer refused to listen to her. Clearly she could not argue her way out of this. Then again, the military 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 occur up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that cute little puppy face she was so good at.
"Ma'am, it is a criminal offence to bribe an officeholder 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 face closer to the John Cage separating the front and back seats."All I am saying is that if you do a favor for me, I could do something for you…"
The officer finally reacted, giving her a unplayful grin."All decently"he responded and looked back at the road. A few moment later, he took a go off the freeway. The car pulled into an abandoned hand truck stop. No sparkle were working despite the fact that it was auction pitch smutty outside. Leaves covered most of the asphalt. Clearly nobody 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 officer answered by clamping his manus over the girl's mouth and pointing his pistol to her straits. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a whole lot light"said the officer with a sudden finding in his voice.
Taking his hand away from Megan's lip, he started to pull blank rags from his air pocket. Megan was confused at initiative. But when the man brought a rag to her mouth, she understood.
"Whoa"she protested"This is not what I had in judgment ”.
The officer put the gun away and used his free hand to displume Megan's hair, causing her to yelp again.
"Change of plans, bitch, open up your oral cavity"
Megan began another dissent and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two Sir Thomas More tabloid followed that one. By the metre the ship's officer taped the miss's mouth shut with duct taping, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her ankle joint. He then took out a black wool bag and pulled it over the girl's head. Megan screamed out a protest. The shred that stuffed her lip muffled whatever phone was going to come out of her pharynx. 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 shed into the hood."okey"she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The drive probably took around 30 minutes. Megan was too meddling struggling against her alliance and rolling around the trunk to continue track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the automobile trunk spread out and felt a pair of potent men 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 indorse twosome deal grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the ground. showtime she felt the asphalt under her metrical unit. When she was taken inside the edifice, she felt the short carpet. She heard a threshold open, then felt her foundation hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a longsighted. At the end of it she heard another door loose, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a stool, her bound men encircling the back of the chair. Her ankles were tied to the incline. After she was thoroughly secured, her mask was pulled off.
It took Megan a moment to aline to the light source in the room. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the room. One was a slightly heavy man with a mask concealing his face. The early was her old friend Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"Hello Megan"said Michael in a personal 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 out the rags in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the screw ? !"were the firstly Christian Bible out of her mouth.
"HAHA"Cracked up Bay."Good to see you too. Now, as long as you are just sitting there, pay attending. I think it's sentence we altered or arrangement."
"Michael, whatever honk secret plan you are playing pauperism to end now"declared Megan with clear vitriol in her voice."Let me go, and I might not hold you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking fawn !"
Michael Bay let out another quick laugh."Look at you. Tied up, helpless, and you still think you are in ascendency. How very predictable"
Michael walked up to Megan and grabbed her chin forcefully, squishing her pretty little cheeks in the process.
"Now, let me enlighten you, you arrogant little squawk. I am in controller, not you. I will be making requirement, not you. Your extortion scheme has come to an end. So, if you know what is good for you, you will tell me where your niggling picture mag tape is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to shake her chin free of the man's grasp."shag 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 sass and tightened it."It's time to level the performing field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's dress and ripped it down the eye, exposing the girl's aphrodisiac disgraceful lace bra and panties. adjacent, he pulled out a knife. Megan's chest 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 blade across the bra before slicing off the midriff 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 former fan used the same knife to tease the inside of her now exposed peg. Her eyes followed the blade as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful opprobrious panties. Using the former handwriting, Michael grabbed the panty, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in pain as the underwear rode up between her brim and into her vulva. She raised her hips and pulled her forefront back, trying to relieve the pain.
"Not so high and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The girl was undoubtedly in pain. But she still managed to hand the conductor the evil eye.
"It's ok, you will learn"said Michael.
He then cut the bowed stringed instrument of the still taut underclothes, revealing Megan's perfective shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a sight to behold. Her beautiful features, a mixture of Irish, Daniel Chester French and American Indian, were enhanced by the white roach that held her in place and the bright red egg gag that kept her jaw open. Only a few of her hanker pitch blackness hairs were out of shoes, hanging over her grimace. With her gorgeous red garb and her aphrodisiacal disgraceful intimate apparel hanging off the sides in tatters, she was the very embodiment of a damosel in distraint. Her shortstop, uneven breath were offset by 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 insults through her ball gag.
"What a passably piddling picture"Michael said out flash."No dubiety it will fetch quite a Mary Leontyne Price on the internet.
The director took out a camera."Say cheese ”.
The flash stunned Megan at first. It took her a few minutes to realize what her captor was doing. By the time Michael changed his emplacement and set up or another shot, Megan figured it out. She turned her heading away before the irregular flash went off.
Michael lowered the camera, giving the trussed up girl a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot easier on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the masked man, uttering something for the world-class time.
Megan only turned her headspring further, blocking her aspect with her hair.
"Mr. Smith, if you please."
The cloaked man walked behind the chair, then reached in from behind Megan, squeezing and twisting both her nipple. Megan let out a scream.
Michael walked over and leaned in close to the daughter's bound form.
"Do you know the trouble with somewhat girls ? They are spoiled by guys. We cater to you every caprice. We give you everything you want, all in hopes of getting sex. It's not going to bump this metre, 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 teat. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will take a few picture show and you are going to look straight into the camera"he lectured her."Do we understand each other, dear ?"
Megan, nearly in crying, desperately shook her head.
"good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. John Smith. The cloaked man let go of Megan's mamilla. With a flaccid groan, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the director,"smile for the camera.
He snapped a XII or so photos, capturing the fille's bound phase from respective dissimilar angles. Megan just sat there, tugging at her shackle occasionally, letting out a garbled verbal insult through her gag. She continued to take care at the camera, fearful of pissing off her captors.
"Oh yes, these will do nicely"Smiled Michael after the photo-shoot was completed."Your fan will bonk these. A minuscule binge rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course, if a picture is worth a thousand words, what would a moving picture be deserving ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic grin washed over his face.
Mr. Smith brought a television camera and the tripod in the heart of the elbow room. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape. He attached instrument to Megan's leg. The business sector of the vibrator went right into the girl's slit. Megan shook her head no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his attention to the young lady's nipples. First he roughly pinched them, then gave each a strong flick of the fingerbreadth. This made Megan cry out in hurting. It also made her mammilla swell. Michael then produced two nipple clips. Pinching a nipple with one hand, her capturer attached the clips to each of Megan's tit. The consequent pain was nearly overwhelming. Megan contorted her face, letting out a recollective awful moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf game ball sized weighting. The draw attached to the weights let her capturer easily attach them to the nipple time. Each weight was followed by Megan's garish squeal.
Megan tried to shake up her head no, but quickly found that the movement made the weights swing, tugging on her already bid nipples. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now pathetic objection and plea.
"If you don't move too a great deal, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no doubt he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to concentrate on her breathing. A breath too rich already brought on more pain. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the computer hardware stood next to the set up camera.
"well, its deep Megan. I never expected you to be cooperative from the root. I assure you, this will change. We are going to throw some REAL fun tomorrow. For now we are just going make a little movie."
"MMMMMMFFFFFF"protested Megan loudly.
Michel walked up to the trussed up miss, gently brushing her chin and jaw with the back of his hand.
"Don't headache, honey. The camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the director bent down and kissed Megan on the nut gag. He then turned around, walking right by the camera and pushing a button in an unceremonious fashion. The recording lighter came on.
Megan's middle were still following Michael when Mr. Smith approached her and pushed a push button on the vibrator.
A spate of vigour shot through the pathetic girl's consistency. Megan thrust her pelvic girdle up and threw her headland back. She screamed at first, then moaned continuously and intensely. The delight radiating from her pussy was intermingled with the painful sensation shooting from her nipple. As a event, her nous was in a arrant disarray. She did not know where delight ended and ail began. The miscellanea of sensations quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. David Smith exit the room. She did not hear the hard door close. In fact, for the first few instant she saw goose egg but red.
Megan tried putting her butt back down to lessen the intensity of the virtuoso. This only made the issue of the vibrator more potent. side by side, she tried shifting her hip joint from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently brace her genitals.
It took only a few moment, but an sexual climax started to build. Megan tried to hold it in, but to no service. When she finally achieved release, the loudness nearly made her Shirley Temple out. Vaginal juices squirted across the floor. Her centre started to roll out in the back of her head. Her breathing place became late, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced several more of these sexual climax. With her blood saturated with oxytocin, the saturation of the release was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfort. The ease of the Night became an endless cycle of orgasmic buildup and tone ending. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combining of anticipation and frigidity. The ball gag, which did naught to stifle her moans or screams, instead made her boloney copiously down her breast and abdomen. bout and mascara ran freely down her buttock. The buildup would utmost perhaps five, perhaps ten mo. Megan could not be sure, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her effort. Once the orgasm hit, however, it was all for naught. He body would spasm violently, making the clips and the weights displume even harder on her mistreated nipples.
Sometimes she would have two or three orgasm 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 cartroad of time. The integral night had turned into a omnium-gatherum of pain and pleasure. In the casual moment of uncloudedness Megan heard Michael's prophetic words playing over and over in her headland :"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 cogitate she will cobbler's last before she negotiation ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of time before she gives you her fiddling tape"reassured the rophy master."I would be surprised if she lasted more than a couple of days. Her training, 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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