codification : MF, nc, violation, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, alliance,
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"How did I get myself in this situation ?"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 film director. He was one of the biggest names in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The gripe is blackmailing me"he explained to the occult situation worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the first unfaithfulness Bay was guilty of. Thomas Young starlets who want to earn a good impression on cinema Divine are nothing new to the Hollywood setting. Bay was not the number one film director to get slept with a young actress, nor would he be the last. And a beauty like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this bitch was voguish. 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 let go it to his family and the rest of the world if Bay did not gift in to her demands.
Over the years the price of her silence became bigger and enceinte. The giving it got, the harder it became to hide this expense from his kinsfolk. At the pace it was going, his wife would find out about the function without Megan saying a countersign.
"fountainhead, Mr. Bay, we are more than willing to avail. Our help is not cheap, but effect are guaranteed. Our mutual Quaker, Mr. Pattison, will testify to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your services include…"
"Simply put, deportment change. Every single caseful is unique, but the end event is the same. Right now, Megan Fox is the prevalent party in this family relationship. We will commute 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 keep, I will let out Sir Thomas More detail. If not I will say au revoir and honorable luck. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite pleased with herself. She had Michael Bay right where she wanted him : mendicancy. Her one clock time fan called her earlier that day. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to cope with and renegotiate their fiscal system. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to match him. She knew she had Bay by the Lucille Ball. She would reserve him to pay for dinner, maybe even pretend to be open to the modification in their agreement. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial ball sac harder, insisting on More money, even threatening to reveal the truth to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her best-loved outfit, a hot red cocktail clothes. She sat down and poured a chalk of red wine, thinking about how much she would revel ripping the floor from under Michael Bay. The Director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in order to avoid the paparazzi. Harris Ranch seemed like a good shoes. Though it was about an minute away from Hollywood, the food was good and the hotel, though pretty fantasy, 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 twilight. Few gondola were on the road. Eager to have some fun with the dire director, Megan pushed the pedal to the metal.
She was halfway to her finish when she saw the red and blue lights newsflash in her tush view mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speed indicator."Only 80 Roman mile per 60 minutes"she thought,"It's not that bad ”.
Megan pulled over the car and rolled down her window. She put on her upright smiling when the policeman came over to her car.
"permit and Registration 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, military officer"Megan said, tossing her hair back ever so sexily,"I could not have been that bad."
All she got from him was a scrutinizing frown.
"Ma'am, I am going to have to ask you to get out of the car"the ship's officer said in the Saami indifferent tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a distinction on incredulousness in her voice
"Get out of the car, please."the officer repeated.
Megan got out of the car."Have you had anything to pledge today, ma'am ?"asked the officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a glass of wine, officer. face, I have an important meeting and I will be late. I am willing to take the ticket ”.
The policeman 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 eyes and blew into the instrument.
The breathalyzer reacted with a richly pitched beep."Your line of descent alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the legal limit."said the military officer, taking out his handcuffs.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, Wait, that can't be…"The officer turned her dead body toward her car and pulled her arms behind her.
"police officer, please. There has been a mistake"Megan protested
"Mrs. Fox, You are under stay for driving under the influence"He slapped the cuff on her radiocarpal joint and pulled them shut,"You have the right to stay on silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…"
"military 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 bet on door and pushed the actress inside, making indisputable 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 end 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 officer refused to hear to her. Clearly she could not argue her way out of this. Then again, the officer was kinda cute. Perhaps this called for a different strategy…
"ship's officer ”, she said sweetly"perhaps there is a way to play this out. Surely we can add up up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that cunning little pup face she was so commodity at.
"Ma'am, it is a offence to corrupt an ship's officer of the law"responded the policeman.
Megan gave him a cute and innocent feeling"I would never try to bribe you, sir."She pressed her face closer to the coop separating the front end and back seats."All I am saying is that if you do a favor for me, I could do something for you…"
The officeholder finally reacted, giving her a serious grin."All correct"he responded and looked back at the road. A few minute later, he took a good turn off the freeway. The car pulled into an abandoned truck stop. No lights were working despite the fact that it was peddle blackness outside. Leaves covered almost of the mineral pitch. Clearly nonentity 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 manacle ? Or are you the kinky kind ?"Megan flirted.
The police officer answered by clamping his hand over the girl's mouth and pointing his pistol to her head. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a altogether lot well-fixed"said the officer with a sudden determination in his voice.
Taking his helping hand away from Megan's mouth, he started to draw white rags from his pocket. Megan was confused at low gear. But when the man brought a rag to her mouth, she understood.
"Whoa"she protested"This is not what I had in nous ”.
The officeholder put the gun away and used his liberate mitt to draw out Megan's hair, causing her to yelp again.
"change of plans, bitch, open your rima oris"
Megan began another protest and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two Thomas More sheet followed that one. By the time the officer taped the girl's mouth shut with epithelial duct taping, Megan could barely propel her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her ankles. He then took out a black wool bag and pulled it over the girl's headway. Megan screamed out a protest. The sheet that stuffed her backtalk muffled whatever phone was going to derive out of her throat. Now blind, the poor girl started to panic. She heard the automobile 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 meddling struggling against her bail and rolling around the automobile trunk to keep on track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the bole open and felt a twosome of warm hands pull her out of the car. She heard a voice that did not belong to to her captor."ejaculate on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another screaming, to no avail. She felt a second twosome hands grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the ground. First she felt the mineral pitch under her human foot. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the light carpet. She heard a door open, then felt her understructure hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a long. At the end of it she heard another door open, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a stool, her bound hands encircling the cover of the chair. Her articulatio talocruralis were tied to the English. After she was thoroughly secured, her masquerade party was pulled off.
It took Megan a consequence to adjust 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 masquerade concealing his case. The other was her old friend Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"Hello Megan"said Michael in a manner completely indispose 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 Fuck ? !"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 prison term we altered or arrangement."
"Michael, whatever sick game you are playing need to end now"declared Megan with all the way sulphuric acid in her vocalisation."Let me go, and I might not feature you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking creep !"
Michael Bay let out another quick joke."Look at you. Tied up, helpless, and you still think you are in control condition. How very predictable"
Michael walked up to Megan and grabbed her chin forcefully, squishing her jolly petty face in the process.
"Now, let me edify you, you arrogant trivial bitch. I am in ascendence, not you. I will be making demands, 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 piffling video tape is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to throw off her chin exempt of the man's clutch."shtup YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smile washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a Lucille Ball gag back into the girl's rima oris and tightened it."It's time to level the acting field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's dress and ripped it down the midsection, exposing the girl's aphrodisiacal black lace bra and panty. next, he pulled out a knife. Megan's chest of drawers rose and fell rapidly as the brunet started to panic at the lot of the knife. Bay gave her another immorality grinning, running the blunt incline of the steel across the bra before slicing off the center of it. The bra cup swung off to the sides, exposing the actresses perfectly round breasts. Megan let out another series of whimpers as her former devotee used the Saame tongue to ride 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 contraband panty. Using the other hand, Michael grabbed the panties, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in pain as the underclothes rode up between her sassing and into her vulva. She raised her coxa and pulled her headspring back, trying to relieve the pain.
"Not so gamy and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The lady friend was undoubtedly in pain in the ass. But she still managed to give the director the malign eye.
"It's ok, you will check"said Michael.
He then cut the string of the still taut underclothing, revealing Megan's perfect tense shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a heap to lay eyes on. Her beautiful features, a salmagundi of Irish, Gallic and American Indian, were enhanced by the white rope that held her in place and the brilliantly red lump gag that kept her jaw open. Only a few of her long smuggled whisker were out of home, hanging over her font. With her gorgeous red wearing apparel and her sexy sinister lingerie hanging off the sides in tatters, she was the very embodiment of a damsel in distress. Her short, uneven breathing spell were offset by brown eyes that displayed the steadfast defiance.
"I will truly relish 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 pretty little picture"Michael said out loud."No uncertainty it will fetch quite a price on the internet.
The director took out a camera."Say cheese ”.
The flash stunned Megan at first. It took her a few minute of arc to realize what her capturer was doing. By the time Michael changed his stead and set up or another shot, Megan figured it out. She turned her head away before the second flash went off.
Michael lowered the television camera, giving the trussed up little girl a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot well-to-do on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the cloaked man, uttering something for the low gear clip.
Megan only turned her head further, blocking her cheek 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 mamilla. Megan let out a scream.
Michael walked over and leaned in close to the young woman's leap form.
"Do you know the problem with passably girls ? They are spoiled by guy cable. We cater to you every whim. We give you everything you want, all in Hope of getting sex. It's not going to bechance this time, darling. You will do what you are told, or you will be punished.
Megan was looking straight at him, despair having replaced defiance momentarily. Mr. Smith continued to torture her tit. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will train a few pictures and you are going to front straight into the camera"he lectured her."Do we understand each early, lamb ?"
Megan, nearly in tear, desperately shook her head.
"Good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Smith. The block out man let go of Megan's pap. With a sonant moan, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the director,"smile for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so picture, capturing the girl's bound form from several unlike angles. Megan just sat there, tugging at her chemical bond occasionally, letting out a garbled verbal insult through her gag. She continued to depend 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 know these. A small tear rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course, if a characterisation is worth a thousand word of honor, what would a flick be worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic smile washed over his face.
Mr. Smith brought a camera and the tripod in the middle of the elbow room. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape recording. He attached instrument to Megan's leg. The business of the vibrator went right into the young woman's pussy. Megan shook her head no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her capturer turned his attention to the girl's nipples. First he roughly pinched them, then gave each a impregnable flick of the fingerbreadth. This made Megan cry out in annoyance. It also made her nipples swell. Michael then produced two nipple clips. Pinching a nipple with one script, her captor attached the clips to each of Megan's tit. The consequent painful sensation was nearly sweep over. Megan contorted her grimace, letting out a long painful groan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf Lucille Ball sized system of weights. The hooks attached to the system of weights let her captor easily attach them to the teat clip. Each weightiness was followed by Megan's loud squeal.
Megan tried to escape from her head no, but quickly found that the campaign made the weightiness swing, tugging on her already supply ship nipple. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now poor dissent and pleas.
"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 concentrate on her breathing. A breath too cryptic 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 deep Megan. I never expected you to be cooperative from the start. I assure you, this will commute. We are going to birth 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 girl, gently brushing her mentum and jaw with the rachis of his hand.
"Don't worry, beloved. The camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the theatre director bent down and kissed Megan on the ball gag. He then turned around, walking right by the camera and pushing a button in an unceremonious fashion. The recording illumination came on.
Megan's eyes were still following Michael when Mr. Bessie Smith approached her and pushed a button on the vibrator.
A surge of energy shot through the short girlfriend's soundbox. Megan thrust her hips up and threw her principal back. She screamed at get-go, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasure radiating from her pussy was intermingled with the pain shooting from her teat. As a result, her judgement was in a complete disarray. She did not know where pleasure ended and pain began. The motley of sensory faculty quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Smith exit the room. She did not get wind the threatening door close. In fact, for the first few min she saw null but red.
Megan tried putting her butt back down to fall the intensity of the ace. This only made the burden of the vibrator more stiff. Next, she tried shifting her hip joint from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently shake her genitals.
It took only a few minutes, but an orgasm started to build. Megan tried to give it in, but to no avail. When she finally achieved release, the intensity nearly made her pitch-black out. Vaginal succus squirted across the floor. Her centre started to twine in the back of her head. Her breathing place became deep, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced various More of these climax. With her blood saturated with oxytocin, the saturation of the dismission was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfortableness. The residuum of the night became an interminable cycle of orgasmic buildup and freeing. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combination of expectancy and cold. The ball gag, which did nothing to stifle her groan or belly laugh, instead made her drool copiously down her breasts and belly. crying and mascara ran freely down her boldness. The buildup would cobbler's last perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be certain, with her tending devoted entirely to restricting her social movement. Once the sexual climax hit, however, it was all for naught. He body would spasm violently, making the cartridge holder and the weights pull even harder on her maltreat nipples.
Sometimes she would see two or three sexual climax in a single cycle. Was she getting off on the painfulness ? Did she actually like this ? The persuasion repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the track of sentence. The entire night had turned into a mishmash of pain and pleasure. In the episodic moments of clearness Megan heard Michael's prophetic words playing over and over in her point :"I am in ascendence, not you."
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"She is certainly a touchy one"observed Mr. David Roland Smith as they both watched Megan on a monitor.
"How long do you suppose she will last before she talk ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of meter before she gives you her little tape"reassured the forget me drug master."I would be surprised if she lasted Sir Thomas More than a couple of daytime. 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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