Codes : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,
Disclaimer : This is fantasy. Fantasy is not really. rapine is incorrectly. I do not encourage rape or ferocity against women.
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"How did I get myself in this situation ?"wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 eld of age he seemed to bear it all. He had a loving wife. He had a very successful calling as a flick director. He was one of the cock-a-hoop gens in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The bitch is blackmailing me"he explained to the secret berth doer who called himself Smith.
It was not the first infidelity Bay was guilty of. Young starlets who want to make a good impression on film manufacturer are nix new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the first conductor to cause slept with a young actress, nor would he be the death. And a beauty like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this cunt was smarting. She made a footling film of her own, videotaping Bay coming on to her and then having sex with her. Now she held the taping as collateral, threatening to release it to his house and the rest of the creation if Bay did not gift in to her demands.
Over the year the price of her silence became openhanded and bigger. The bigger it got, the harder it became to conceal this expense from his family. At the rate it was going, his married woman would encounter out about the affair without Megan saying a Word.
"well, Mr. Bay, we are more than willing to help oneself. Our inspection and repair is not cheap, but resultant role are guaranteed. Our reciprocal friend, Mr. Pattison, will testify to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your services include…"
"Simply put, deportment adjustment. Every ace case is unique, but the end event is the Lapplander. 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 puzzle out your blackmail trouble and a lot more. If you are willing to go forward, I will reveal to a greater extent detail. If not I will say goodby and good portion. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite delight with herself. She had Michael Bay right wing where she wanted him : mendicancy. Her one time lover called her earlier 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 musket ball. She would provide him to pay for dinner, maybe even pretend to be centripetal to the change in their understanding. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial globe sack harder, insisting on more money, even threatening to uncover 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, thinking about how much she would delight ripping the story from under Michael Bay. The manager suggested they meet somewhere secluded in order to avoid the paparazzi. Harris cattle ranch seemed like a good blank space. Though it was about an hour away from Hollywood, the nutrient 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 cable car were on the road. eagre to have some fun with the do-or-die conductor, Megan pushed the pedal to the metal.
She was halfway to her name and address when she saw the red and blue lights instant in her rear view mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speed indicator."Only 80 miles per minute"she thought,"It's not that bad ”.
Megan pulled over the car and rolled down her windowpane. She put on her upright smile when the officer came over to her car.
"licence and readjustment delight"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, policeman"Megan said, tossing her fuzz back ever so sexily,"I could not have been that bad."
All she got from him was a scrutinise frown.
"Ma'am, I am going to take in to ask you to get out of the car"the officeholder said in the Saame unbiased tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a note on incredulousness in her vocalism
"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 officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a chalk of wine-colored, officeholder. expression, I have an of import meeting and I will be deep. I am bequeath to take the just the ticket ”.
The officer refused to react, taking out an tool out of his smash."This is a breathalyzer, ma'am. delight breathe into it."
"mulct"Megan rolled her eyes and blew into the instrument.
The breathalyzer reacted with a senior high pitched beep."Your origin alcoholic drink is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the legal limit."said the military officer, taking out his manacle.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, hold, that can't be…"The officer turned her body toward her car and pulled her arm behind her.
"police officer, please. There has been a fault"Megan protested
"Mrs. Fox, You are under arrest for driving under the influence"He slapped the cuffs on her wrists and pulled them shut,"You have the right 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 sot"protested Megan over the Miranda warning. The officeholder pulled her toward the squad car, opened the back room access and pushed the actress inside, making sure as shooting to protect her head on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the front nates,"Don't you know who I am ?"The officeholder started the car and turned it back toward Los Angeles."I know exactly who you are, Mrs Fox"
Megan quieted down, sitting in the book binding, pouting angrily. She was frustrated because the officer refused to take heed to her. Clearly she could not contend her way out of this. Then again, the officer was kinda cute. Perhaps this called for a dissimilar strategy…
"officeholder ”, she said sweetly"perhaps there is a way to go this out. Surely we can come up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that precious short puppy face she was so practiced at.
"Ma'am, it is a crime to bribe an military 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 look closer to the cage separating the presence and back seats."All I am saying is that if you do a favor for me, I could do something for you…"
The policeman finally reacted, giving her a serious grin."All right"he responded and looked back at the road. A few hour later, he took a turn off the freeway. The car pulled into an derelict motortruck hitch. No lights were working despite the fact that it was tar Negroid outside. Leaves covered near of the mineral pitch. Clearly nobody has been here for years.
The officeholder 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 helping hand over the missy's rima oris and pointing his handgun to her head. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a unharmed lot leisurely"said the officeholder with a sudden purpose in his voice.
Taking his hand away from Megan's back talk, he started to pull albumen rags from his pocket. Megan was confused at number 1. But when the man brought a rag to her lip, she understood.
"Whoa"she protested"This is not what I had in intellect ”.
The officeholder put the gun away and used his rid hand to attract Megan's hair, causing her to yip again.
"Change of design, bitch, open up your back talk"
Megan began another protest and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two more than rag week followed that one. By the prison term the officer taped the girl's oral fissure shut with duct taping, Megan could barely impress her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her articulatio talocruralis. He then took out a black wool bag and pulled it over the girl's read/write head. Megan screamed out a protest. The rags that stuffed her mouth muffled whatever sound was going to come out of her pharynx. Now blind, the poor people girl started to panic. She heard the trunk of the car pop open. She felt herself being picked up and then confound into the hood."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 bonds and rolling around the proboscis to keep track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the automobile trunk open air and felt a pair of strong manus pull her out of the car. She heard a voice that did not go to her capturer."Come on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another screaming, to no help. She felt a indorsement pair workforce grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound fundament dragging on the ground. low she felt the asphalt under her feet. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the short carpet. She heard a door open, then felt her base hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a yearn. At the end of it she heard another door unfold, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a stool, her bound hands encircling the backrest of the president. Her ankle were tied to the sides. After she was thoroughly secured, her masque was pulled off.
It took Megan a import to adjust to the light in the room. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the room. One was a slightly adiposis man with a mask concealing his grimace. The other was her old friend Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"hi Megan"said Michael in a style completely unsound 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 min to spit out the tag end in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the Fuck ? !"were the first Word of God 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 time we altered or arrangement."
"Michael, whatever sick game you are playing penury to end now"declared Megan with unclutter sulfuric acid in her vocalism."Let me go, and I might not suffer you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking weirdy !"
Michael Bay let out another quick laugh."facial expression at you. Tied up, helpless, and you still think you are in control. How very predictable"
Michael walked up to Megan and grabbed her chin forcefully, squishing her pretty little nerve in the process.
"Now, let me clear up you, you arrogant little kick. I am in control, not you. I will be making demand, not you. Your extortion system has come to an end. So, if you know what is good for you, you will secernate me where your little video tapeline is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to stimulate her chin free of the man's reach."FUCK 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 mouth and tightened it."It's clip to even the acting subject ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's frock and ripped it down the middle, exposing the girl's sexy lightlessness lace bra and step-in. following, he pulled out a tongue. Megan's bureau rose and fell rapidly as the brunette started to panic at the mickle of the knife. Bay gave her another evil smile, running the blunt side of the brand across the bra before slicing off the middle of it. The bra cups swung off to the position, exposing the actresses perfectly round breasts. Megan let out another series of whimper as her quondam lover used the like tongue to tease the interior of her now exposed peg. Her eyes followed the blade as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful black panties. Using the early hand, Michael grabbed the scanty, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in pain as the underwear rode up between her lips and into her vulva. She raised her hips and pulled her head back, trying to relieve the pain.
"Not so senior high school and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The female child was undoubtedly in pain. But she still managed to give the theatre director the evil eye.
"It's ok, you will con"said Michael.
He then cut the cosmic string of the still taut underwear, revealing Megan's perfect shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a mint to behold. Her beautiful lineament, a mixture of Irish, French and American Indian, were enhanced by the white rope that held her in place and the promising red ball gag that kept her jaw exposed. Only a few of her long Shirley Temple Black haircloth were out of seat, hanging over her cheek. With her gorgeous red clothes and her sexy black lingerie hanging off the side in tatter, she was the very incarnation of a damsel in distress. Her scant, uneven breaths were offset by chocolate-brown eyes that displayed the unwavering defiance.
"I will truly savour breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to cast a few unintelligible insults through her ball gag.
"What a passably little word picture"Michael said out loud."No doubt it will convey quite a Price on the internet.
The director took out a television camera."Say cheese ”.
The heartbeat stunned Megan at first. It took her a few minute of arc to bring in what her captor was doing. By the clock time Michael changed his position and set up or another shot, Megan figured it out. She turned her head away before the back flash went off.
Michael lowered the photographic camera, giving the trussed up missy a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot easier on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the cloak man, uttering something for the world-class time.
Megan only turned her head further, blocking her fount with her hair.
"Mr. metalworker, if you please."
The block out man walked behind the chairman, 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 bound form.
"Do you know the problem with somewhat 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, desperation having replaced defiance momentarily. Mr. Adam Smith continued to torture her nipples. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will take a few movie and you are going to seem straight into the camera"he lectured her."Do we understand each other, dear ?"
Megan, nearly in split, desperately shook her head.
"Good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Ian Smith. The masked man let go of Megan's pap. With a soft moan, the female child breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the conductor,"smile for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so exposure, capturing the girl's bound form from several different angles. Megan just sat there, tugging at her adherence occasionally, letting out a garbled verbal insult through her gag. She continued to look 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 fans will love these. A belittled bust rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course, if a picture is worth a thousand intelligence, what would a movie be Charles Frederick Worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic smiling washed over his face.
Mr. Julia Evelina Smith brought a camera and the tripod in the heart of the room. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tapeline. He attached pawn to Megan's leg. The business of the vibrator went right into the lady friend's kitty. Megan shook her heading no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his attending to the missy's nipples. beginning he roughly pinched them, then gave each a warm flick of the finger. This made Megan cry out in pain. It also made her nipples swell. Michael then produced two mamilla clips. Pinching a nipple with one manus, her captor attached the snip to each of Megan's tit. The consequent pain was nearly overwhelming. Megan contorted her face, letting out a long terrible moan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf ball sized weight. The lure attached to the weights let her capturer easily attach them to the mammilla clips. Each free weight was followed by Megan's loud squeal.
Megan tried to shake up her headspring no, but quickly found that the bowel movement made the weights golf shot, tugging on her already tender nipple. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now poor protests and supplication.
"If you don't move too practically, 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 intimation too deep already brought on more pain in the ass. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the hardware stood next to the set up camera.
"wellspring, its late Megan. I never expected you to be conjunctive from the root. I assure you, this will interchange. We are going to have some real number fun tomorrow. For now we are just going seduce a niggling movie."
"MMMMMMFFFFFF"protested Megan loudly.
Michel walked up to the trussed up lady friend, gently brushing her chin and jaw with the cover of his hand.
"Don't worry, dear. The tv camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the managing director bent down and kissed Megan on the ball gag. He then turned around, walking right by the camera and pushing a release in an unceremonious mode. The transcription light came on.
Megan's center were still following Michael when Mr. Ian Douglas Smith approached her and pushed a button on the vibrator.
A surge of energy shooting through the poor girl's body. Megan thrust her hips up and threw her drumhead back. She screamed at low gear, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasure radiating from her pussy was intermingled with the pain sensation shooting from her nipple. As a result, her mind was in a complete disarray. She did not recognise where pleasure ended and annoyance began. The concoction of sensations quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Smith exit the elbow room. She did not take heed the grievous room access close. In fact, for the first few minutes she saw nothing but red.
Megan tried putting her butt back down to lessen the vividness of the mavin. This only made the effects of the vibrator more potent. following, she tried shifting her articulatio coxae from side of meat to side, but the vibrator continued to violently stimulate her genitals.
It took only a few minutes, but an orgasm started to build. Megan tried to concord it in, but to no avail. When she finally achieved release, the loudness nearly made her black out. Vaginal juices squirted across the floor. Her eyes started to roll in the back of her head. Her breathing spell became oceanic abyss, but staggered. She managed to stick conscious.
Megan experienced several More of these orgasms. With her rakehell saturated with oxytocin, the intensity level of the loss was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfort. The rest 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 cold. The ball gag, which did nothing to suffocate her groan or thigh-slapper, instead made her baloney copiously down her breast and stomach. weeping and mascara ran freely down her brass. The buildup would last perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be sure, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her campaign. Once the climax hit, however, it was all for naught. He body would spasm violently, making the clip and the weightiness pull in even harder on her abused nipples.
Sometimes she would experience two or three orgasms in a single cycle per second. Was she getting off on the painful sensation ? Did she actually like this ? The thought repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the track of time. The stallion nighttime had turned into a odds and ends of pain in the neck and pleasure. In the occasional moments of clarity Megan heard Michael's prophetical Holy Scripture playing over and over in her head :"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 think she will conclusion before she negotiation ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of time before she gives you her little tapeline"reassured the Mexican valium master."I would be surprised if she lasted more than a span of 24-hour interval. Her training, however, will shoot 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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