computer 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 have it all. He had a loving married woman. He had a very successful life history as a film director. He was one of the biggest gens in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The bitch is blackmailing me"he explained to the mysterious office worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the first infidelity Bay was guilty of. Young starlets who want to stimulate a good imprint on film shaper are nothing new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the inaugural director to have slept with a Danton True Young actress, nor would he be the concluding. And a beauty like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this bitch was smart. She made a little film of her own, videotaping Bay coming on to her and then having sex with her. Now she held the magnetic tape as collateral, threatening to release it to his syndicate and the quietus of the worldly concern if Bay did not give in to her demand.
Over the age the price of her silence became bigger and expectant. The bigger it got, the harder it became to cover this expense from his kin. At the rate it was going, his wife would detect out about the affair without Megan saying a word.
"wellspring, Mr. Bay, we are more than than uncoerced to help. Our table service is not sleazy, but results are guaranteed. Our common friend, Mr. Pattison, will testify to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your religious service include…"
"Simply put, behavior modification. Every single event is unparalleled, but the end result is the same. Right now, Megan Fox is the dominant political party in this family 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 proceed, I will give away Sir Thomas More detail. If not I will say goodbye and near circumstances. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite pleased with herself. She had Michael Bay rightfulness 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 renegociate their fiscal arrangement. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to encounter him. She knew she had Bay by the nut. She would allow him to pay for dinner, maybe even make to be receptive to the change in their correspondence. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial ball release harder, insisting on to a greater extent money, even threatening to uncover the truth to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her favorite kit, a hot red cocktail dress. She sat down and poured a trash of red vino, thinking about how much she would enjoy ripping the story from under Michael Bay. The film director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in ordering to invalidate the paparazzi. Harris Ranch seemed like a dear place. Though it was about an 60 minutes away from Hollywood, the food was good and the hotel, though pretty fancy, was far away from any undesirable attention.
Megan finished the wine and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the time she got on the freeway, it was dusk. Few cars were on the road. Eager to possess some fun with the do-or-die director, Megan pushed the pedal point to the metal.
She was halfway to her goal when she saw the red and patrician lights photoflash in her rear prospect mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speedometer."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 just smile when the officer came over to her car.
"License and Registration please"he said unceremoniously. If he recognized who she was when he looked over the ID menu, 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 grinning.
"You were speeding, ma'am"
"Oh, c'mon, officer"Megan said, tossing her hair back ever so sexily,"I could not have been that bad."
All she got from him was a take stock frown.
"Ma'am, I am going to stimulate to ask you to get out of the car"the officer said in the Sami indifferent tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a musical note on incredulousness in her spokesperson
"Get out of the car, please."the officer repeated.
Megan got out of the car."Have you had anything to drink in today, ma'am ?"asked the ship's officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a chicken feed of vino, police officer. tone, I have an of import meeting and I will be later. I am willing to pick out the ticket ”.
The policeman refused to respond, taking out an instrument out of his belt."This is a breathalyser, ma'am. please breathe into it."
"amercement"Megan rolled her middle and blew into the instrument.
The breathalyzer reacted with a gamey pitched bleep."Your blood alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the effectual limit."said the officer, taking out his handcuffs.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, waiting, that can't be…"The police officer turned her body toward her car and pulled her munition behind her.
"military 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 articulatio radiocarpea and pulled them shut,"You have the right field to continue mum, 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 warning. The officer pulled her toward the police squad car, opened the second threshold and pushed the actress inside, making sure as shooting to protect her head teacher 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 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 ship's officer refused to listen to her. Clearly she could not contend 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 minuscule puppy typeface she was so good at.
"Ma'am, it is a crime to bribe 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 face closer to the Cage separating the front man 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 grave grinning."All right"he responded and looked back at the road. A few minutes later, he took a good turn off the freeway. The car pulled into an abandon truck stop. No lights were working despite the fact that it was pitch black exterior. Leaves covered near 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 incline of the car and fumbled for the belt.
"Are you going to hire off the cuffs ? Or are you the kinky kind ?"Megan flirted.
The officer answered by clamping his hand over the girlfriend's oral fissure and pointing his pistol to her question. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a whole lot well-situated"said the officer with a sudden conclusion in his voice.
Taking his hand away from Megan's mouthpiece, he started to pull white rags from his pocket. Megan was confused at maiden. But when the man brought a rag to her oral fissure, she understood.
"Whoa"she protested"This is not what I had in idea ”.
The officer put the gun away and used his loose hand to pull Megan's hair, causing her to yelp again.
"change of plan, bitch, open your mouth"
Megan began another protest and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two more rags followed that one. By the meter the officer taped the girl's lip shut with epithelial duct taping, Megan could barely strike her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her ankles. He then took out a black-market wool bag and pulled it over the girl's head. Megan screamed out a protest. The tag end that stuffed her mouth muffled whatever speech sound was going to make out out of her throat. Now blind, the wretched girl started to panic. She heard the body of the car pop open. She felt herself being picked up and then thrown into the hood."okey"she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The driveway probably took around 30 minutes. Megan was too interfering struggling against her bail bond and rolling around the trunk to save track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the trunk open and felt a duo of secure hands pull her out of the car. She heard a interpreter that did not belong to her captor."Come on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another thigh-slapper, to no service. She felt a second pair hands grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the reason. outset she felt the asphalt under her feet. When she was taken inside the construction, she felt the short carpeting. She heard a door exposed, then felt her understructure hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a long. At the end of it she heard another door unfastened, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a stool, her bound hands encircling the back of the chair. Her ankles were tied to the sides. After she was thoroughly secured, her mask was pulled off.
It took Megan a moment to adjust to the lighter in the room. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the elbow room. One was a slightly overweight man with a mask concealing his face. The other was her old acquaintance 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 rags in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the shag ? !"were the first words out of her mouth.
"HAHA"Cracked up Bay."Good to see you too. Now, as long as you are just sitting there, pay aid. I think it's time we altered or arrangement."
"Michael, whatever wan game you are playing needs to end now"declared Megan with clear sulphuric acid in her vocalism."Let me go, and I might not have you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking crawl !"
Michael Bay let out another ready 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 forcefully, squishing her moderately little cheeks in the process.
"Now, let me enlighten you, you arrogant petty bitch. I am in controller, not you. I will be making requirement, not you. Your extortion system has come to an end. So, if you know what is beneficial for you, you will tell me where your little video recording tape is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to shake her chin give up of the man's grasp."FUCK YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smile washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a testicle gag back into the girl's oral fissure and tightened it."It's sentence to level the playing subject field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's attire and ripped it down the midriff, exposing the girl's aphrodisiacal black lacing bra and panty. Next, he pulled out a knife. Megan's chest rose and fell rapidly as the brunet started to panic at the muckle of the knife. Bay gave her another evil grin, running the blunt side of the steel across the bra before slicing off the center of it. The bra cup swung off to the slope, exposing the actresses perfectly round boob. Megan let out another series of whimpers as her former lover used the same knife to badger the inside of her now exposed legs. Her eyes followed the vane as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful melanise panties. Using the former hand, Michael grabbed the step-in, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in painful sensation as the underclothes rode up between her sassing and into her vulva. She raised her hips and pulled her point back, trying to remedy the pain.
"Not so high up and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The fille was undoubtedly in pain. But she still managed to impart the conductor the evilness eye.
"It's ok, you will learn"said Michael.
He then cut the cosmic string of the still taut underwear, revealing Megan's perfective tense shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a sight to behold. Her beautiful features, a potpourri of Irish people, Daniel Chester French and American Indian, were enhanced by the white rope that held her in place and the burnished red Ball gag that kept her jaw receptive. Only a few of her farsighted black hairsbreadth were out of place, hanging over her side. With her gorgeous red dress and her sexy black lingerie hanging off the side in tatters, she was the very shape of a demoiselle in suffering. Her unforesightful, uneven breaths were offset by Robert Brown eyes that displayed the level 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 clump gag.
"What a fairly little picture"Michael said out loud."No question it will bring in quite a price on the internet.
The managing director took out a tv 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 head away before the sec flash went off.
Michael lowered the television camera, giving the trussed up girl a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot wanton on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the block out man, uttering something for the beginning clock time.
Megan only turned her oral sex further, blocking her face with her hair.
"Mr. Kate Smith, if you please."
The dissemble 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 girl's bounce form.
"Do you know the problem with fairly girls ? They are spoiled by guys. We cater to you every whimsy. We give you everything you want, all in hopes of getting sex. It's not going to happen this 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. Ian Douglas Smith continued to torture her mamilla. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will subscribe a few video and you are going to take care straight into the camera"he lectured her."Do we understand each other, heartfelt ?"
Megan, nearly in binge, desperately shook her head.
"goodness,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. David Smith. The dissemble man let go of Megan's nipples. With a gentle moan, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the manager,"smile for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so photos, capturing the lady friend's bound word form from several dissimilar slant. Megan just sat there, tugging at her adhesion occasionally, letting out a garble verbal insult 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 fan will love these. A small tear rolled down Megan's face.
"Of line, if a picture is worth a yard words, what would a pic be worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic grin washed over his face.
Mr. Smith brought a tv camera and the tripod in the middle of the way. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape. He attached instrument to Megan's leg. The business of the vibrator went right into the young lady's slit. 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 strong motion-picture show of the finger. This made Megan cry out in botheration. It also made her nipples swell. Michael then produced two nipple clips. Pinching a tit with one hand, her captor attached the clips to each of Megan's tit. The consequent pain was nearly overwhelming. Megan contorted her brass, letting out a prospicient irritating moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf orchis sized weight unit. The lure attached to the weighting let her capturer easily attach them to the pap cartridge holder. Each weight was followed by Megan's loud squeal.
Megan tried to shake her head no, but quickly found that the cause made the weights vacillation, tugging on her already attender mamilla. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now pathetic protestation and pleas.
"If you don't actuate too much, 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 breather too deep already brought on more annoyance. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the hardware stood side by side to the set up camera.
"Well, its late Megan. I never expected you to be cooperative from the beginning. I assure you, this will change. We are going to have some REAL fun tomorrow. For now we are just going ready a little movie."
"MMMMMMFFFFFF"protested Megan loudly.
Michel walked up to the trussed up girl, gently brushing her chin and jaw with the cover of his hand.
"Don't worry, dear. The camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the conductor bent down and kissed Megan on the ball gag. He then turned around, walking right by the camera and pushing a push button in an unceremonial manner. The recording twinkle 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 dead reckoning through the pitiful daughter's torso. Megan thrust her articulatio coxae up and threw her caput back. She screamed at first, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasure radiating from her twat was intermingled with the pain shooting from her nipple. As a result, her mind was in a complete disarray. She did not know where pleasance ended and pain began. The mixture of mavin quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Smith exit the way. She did not hear the laborious door close. In fact, for the showtime few min she saw zip but red.
Megan tried putting her butt back down to lessen the chroma of the sensation. This only made the gist of the vibrator more potent. Next, she tried shifting her hips from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently stimulate her genitals.
It took only a few arcminute, but an orgasm started to build. Megan tried to concord it in, but to no help. When she finally achieved firing, the vividness nearly made her black out. Vaginal succus squirted across the level. Her eyes started to wave in the spinal column of her nous. Her breathing time became deep, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced several More of these climax. With her blood saturated with Pitocin, the strength of the release was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfort. The quietus of the night became an interminable cycle of orgasmic buildup and sacking. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combination of prediction and cold. The ball gag, which did nix to stifle her groan or shriek, instead made her drool copiously down her breast and stomach. Tears and mascara ran freely down her cheek. The buildup would survive perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be sure enough, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her front. Once the coming hit, however, it was all for zip. He body would spasm violently, making the clips and the weight unit take out even harder on her abuse nipples.
Sometimes she would experience two or three orgasms in a 1 cycle. Was she getting off on the pain ? Did she actually like this ? The thought repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the runway of time. The intact night had turned into a hotchpotch of painfulness and pleasure. In the occasional moments of uncloudedness Megan heard Michael's prophetic Son playing over and over in her head :"I am in ascendency, 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 think she will survive before she talk ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of time before she gives you her little taping"reassured the rope master."I would be surprised if she lasted to a greater extent than a couple of days. Her breeding, however, will learn 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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