Codes : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,
disavowal : This is fantasy. Fantasy is not really. rape is wrong. I do not encourage colza or violence against women.
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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 life history as a film director. He was one of the self-aggrandizing names in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
"The bitch is blackmailing me"he explained to the inscrutable office worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the number 1 unfaithfulness Bay was hangdog of. Young starlets who want to make a proficient imprint on film makers are nix new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the first manager to hold slept with a unseasoned actress, nor would he be the last. 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 taping as collateral, threatening to exhaust it to his home and the rest of the globe if Bay did not give in to her need.
Over the years the price of her muteness became bigger and bigger. The bigger it got, the harder it became to blot out this disbursal from his kin. At the rate it was going, his married woman would find out about the affair without Megan saying a word.
"Well, Mr. Bay, we are to a greater extent than willing to help. Our service is not cheap, but result are guaranteed. Our mutual friend, Mr. Pattison, will take the stand to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your service of process include…"
"Simply put, conduct change. Every individual case is unique, but the end result is the Saami. Right now, Megan Fox is the rife party in this family relationship. We will switch that. By the meter we are done, she will do what you want and obey you in every way potential. This will solve your blackmail problem and a lot more. If you are willing to go, I will let out more contingent. If not I will say bye and expert chance. 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 metre lover called her earlier that day. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to receive and renegotiate their financial arrangement. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to meet him. She knew she had Bay by the bollock. She would allow him to pay for dinner party, maybe even make believe to be sensory to the alteration in their arrangement. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial bollock liberation harder, insisting on More money, even threatening to reveal the the true to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her favourite turnout, a hot red cocktail frock. She sat down and poured a glass of red vino, thinking about how much she would savor ripping the base from under Michael Bay. The film director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in club to avoid the paparazzi. Sir Arthur Travers Harris spread seemed like a good seat. Though it was about an time of day away from Hollywood, the food was good and the hotel, though pretty fondness, was far away from any undesirable attention.
Megan finished the vino and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the sentence she got on the freeway, it was dusk. Few elevator car were on the road. tidal bore to have some fun with the despairing director, Megan pushed the foot lever to the alloy.
She was halfway to her destination when she saw the red and racy Light Within flash in her lift scene mirror. Megan cursed and looked down at the speedometer."Only 80 mi per time of day"she thought,"It's not that bad ”.
Megan pulled over the car and rolled down her windowpane. She put on her intimately smiling when the ship's officer came over to her car.
"License and adjustment 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 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 officer said in the same indifferent tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a line on incredulousness in her interpreter
"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 officer, fumbling for his belt.
"Just a drinking glass of wine-colored, police officer. facial expression, I have an of import confluence and I will be late. I am willing to take the just the ticket ”.
The military officer refused to oppose, taking out an musical instrument out of his smash."This is a breathalyser, ma'am. please breathe into it."
"mulct"Megan rolled her eyes and blew into the instrument.
The breathalyzer reacted with a high pitched beep."Your blood alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the legal limit."said the police officer, taking out his handcuffs.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, time lag, that can't be…"The officer turned her body toward her car and pulled her subdivision behind her.
"Officer, please. There has been a mistake"Megan protested
"Mrs. Fox, You are under catch for driving under the influence"He slapped the cuffs on her articulatio radiocarpea 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…"
"police officer, please, there is no way I am that drunk"protested Megan over the Miranda admonition. The officeholder pulled her toward the team car, opened the rearwards room access and pushed the actress inside, making sure to protect her mind on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the look seat,"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 vertebral column, pouting angrily. She was frustrated because the officeholder 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…
"officer ”, she said sweetly"perhaps there is a way to make this out. Surely we can come up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that cute little puppy typeface 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 destitute look"I would never try to bribe you, sir."She pressed her face closer to the 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 policeman finally reacted, giving her a serious grin."All right"he responded and looked back at the road. A few transactions later, he took a turn off the freeway. The car pulled into an abandoned truck stop. No luminance were working despite the fact that it was slant black outside. Leaves covered most 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 handlock ? Or are you the kinky kind ?"Megan flirted.
The officer answered by clamping his hand over the female child's oral fissure and pointing his pistol to her drumhead. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a whole lot soft"said the officer with a sudden determination in his voice.
Taking his handwriting away from Megan's rima oris, he started to pull in white rag from his pocket. Megan was confused at first. But when the man brought a rag to her sassing, she understood.
"Whoa"she protested"This is not what I had in mind ”.
The officer put the gun away and used his liberal script to pull Megan's haircloth, causing her to yelp again.
"variety of plans, kick, open up your mouth"
Megan began another protest and got the rag shoved into her mouth. Two Sir Thomas More rags followed that one. By the time the officeholder taped the fille's lip shut with duct tape recording, Megan could barely strike her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her ankle. He then took out a mordant woollen bag and pulled it over the young woman's foreland. Megan screamed out a protest. The rag that stuffed her back talk muffled whatever speech sound was going to come out of her throat. Now blind, the poor female child started to panic. She heard the trunk of the car pop open. She felt herself being picked up and then thrown into the cowling."Okay"she thought,"NOW you can panic ”.
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The drive probably took around 30 second. Megan was too busy struggling against her bonds and rolling around the body to keep track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the automobile trunk surface and felt a couplet of strong script pull her out of the car. She heard a voice that did not belong to her capturer."Come on, get her inside."
Megan tried to let out another screaming, to no service. She felt a 2d pair hired hand grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the solid ground. First she felt the mineral pitch under her human foot. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the short carpeting. She heard a threshold open, 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 manus encircling the binding of the chair. Her mortise joint were tied to the sides. After she was thoroughly secured, her masquerade party was pulled off.
It took Megan a here and now to adjust to the visible radiation in the room. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the room. One was a slightly heavy man with a masquerade concealing his face. The other was her old friend Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"hullo 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 ragtime 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 attention. I think it's time we altered or arrangement."
"Michael, whatever sick game you are playing needs to end now"declared Megan with solve invective in her voice."Let me go, and I might not have got you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking creep !"
Michael Bay let out another quick laugh."aspect at you. Tied up, helpless, and you still think you are in ascendancy. How very predictable"
Michael walked up to Megan and grabbed her chin forcefully, squishing her pretty piffling cheek in the process.
"Now, let me enlighten you, you arrogant lilliputian bitch. I am in control, not you. I will be making demands, not you. Your extortion strategy has come to an end. So, if you know what is good for you, you will tell me where your little telecasting tape recording is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to shake her Chin free of the man's compass."roll in the hay YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smile washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a ball gag back into the girlfriend's mouth and tightened it."It's meter to level the playing field of force ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's wearing apparel and ripped it down the middle, exposing the miss's sexy black lace bra and panty. following, he pulled out a knife. Megan's chest rose and fell rapidly as the brunet started to panic at the sight of the tongue. Bay gave her another evil smile, running the candid side of the sword across the bra before slicing off the middle of it. The bra cupful swung off to the side, exposing the actresses perfectly round breasts. Megan let out another series of whine as her erstwhile lover used the same knife to tease the inside of her now exposed stage. Her eye followed the brand as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful blackness step-in. Using the other hand, Michael grabbed the panties, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in pain as the underwear rode up between her mouth and into her vulva. She raised her coxa and pulled her read/write head back, trying to assuage the pain.
"Not so high and mighty, are you ?"Bay smirked.
The girl was undoubtedly in annoyance. But she still managed to pass the director the evil eye.
"It's ok, you will con"said Michael.
He then cut the strings of the still taut underwear, revealing Megan's perfective tense shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a lot to lay eyes on. Her beautiful characteristic, a mixing of Irish whiskey, French and American English Indian, were enhanced by the white rope that held her in seat and the shiny red ball gag that kept her jaw open. Only a few of her retentive black-market tomentum were out of place, hanging over her nerve. With her gorgeous red dress and her aphrodisiac shameful lingerie hanging off the English in tag, she was the very embodiment of a damsel in distress. Her curt, uneven breaths were offset by dark-brown eyes that displayed the unfaltering 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 short impression"Michael said out loud."No doubt it will bring in quite a price on the internet.
The conductor took out a camera."Say cheese ”.
The fanfare stunned Megan at first. It took her a few second to realize what her capturer was doing. By the prison term Michael changed his stance and set up or another shot, Megan figured it out. She turned her psyche away before the second trice went off.
Michael lowered the tv camera, giving the trussed up girl a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot wanton on you if you cooperated, Mrs. Fox"said the masked man, uttering something for the first clip.
Megan only turned her straits further, blocking her boldness with her hair.
"Mr. Smith, if you please."
The cloak man walked behind the death 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 miss's spring form.
"Do you know the problem with passably girls ? They are spoiled by guys. We cater to you every notion. We give you everything you want, all in hopes of getting sex. It's not going to materialize this meter, darling. You will do what you are told, or you will be punished.
Megan was looking straight at him, desperation having replaced rebelliousness 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 empathise each former, near ?"
Megan, nearly in tears, desperately shook her head.
"Good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. Smith. The dissemble man let go of Megan's nipple. With a flaccid moan, the fille breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now,"said the conductor,"grin for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so pic, capturing the girl's bound form from several different Angle. Megan just sat there, tugging at her bonds occasionally, letting out a garbled verbal revilement 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 fan will have it away these. A belittled split rolled down Megan's face.
"Of path, if a picture is worth a thousand words, what would a movie be worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic smile washed over his face.
Mr. metalworker brought a camera and the tripod in the centre of the room. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape. He attached instrument to Megan's leg. The clientele of the vibrator went right into the girl's pussy. Megan shook her head no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his aid to the little girl's tit. number one he roughly pinched them, then gave each a strong flick of the finger. This made Megan cry out in pain. It also made her nipples swell. Michael then produced two mamilla snip. Pinching a nipple with one hand, her captor attached the time to each of Megan's tit. The consequent pain was nearly consuming. Megan contorted her face, letting out a longsighted dreadful groan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf game ball sized weights. The hooking attached to the system of weights let her captor easily attach them to the nipple clips. Each weight was followed by Megan's loud squeal.
Megan tried to shake her head no, but quickly found that the movement made the system of weights golf shot, tugging on her already cutter teat. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now misfortunate protest and pleas.
"If you don't locomote too much, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no question he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to concentrate on her breathing. A breathing space too deep already brought on More painful sensation. She restricted herself to short-change, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the hardware stood next to the set up camera.
"Well, its late Megan. I never expected you to be concerted from the beginning. I assure you, this will deepen. We are going to have some real number fun tomorrow. For now we are just going take a shit a piddling 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, dearest. The camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the director bent down and kissed Megan on the testicle gag. He then turned around, walking right by the camera and pushing a button in an unceremonial fashion. The recording light came on.
Megan's optic were still following Michael when Mr. Smith approached her and pushed a push on the vibrator.
A surge of energy shot through the short female child's dead body. Megan thrust her hips up and threw her chief back. She screamed at firstly, then moaned continuously and intensely. The pleasure radiating from her snatch was intermingled with the bother shooting from her nipples. As a issue, her intellect was in a fill out disarray. She did not know where pleasure ended and pain in the neck began. The mixture of esthesis quickly became unbearable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Smith exit the elbow room. She did not pick up the with child doorway close. In fact, for the number one few minutes she saw nothing but red.
Megan tried putting her butt back down to fall the intensiveness of the mavin. This only made the event of the vibrator more potent. side by side, she tried shifting her hips from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently stimulate her genitals.
It took only a few minutes, but an sexual climax started to build. Megan tried to moderate it in, but to no avail. When she finally achieved button, the intensity nearly made her shameful out. Vaginal juice squirted across the floor. Her eyes started to undulate in the back of her head. Her breathing place became deep, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced various Sir Thomas More of these coming. With her blood saturated with oxytocin, the intensity of the release was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfort. The remainder of the night became an endless cycle of orgasmic buildup and release. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the compounding of prediction and low temperature. The glob gag, which did nil to dampen her moan or screams, instead made her tarradiddle copiously down her breasts and abdomen. rip and mascara ran freely down her cheeks. The buildup would close perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be indisputable, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her movement. Once the orgasm hit, however, it was all for naught. He body would spasm violently, making the magazine and the weights pull even harder on her misuse nipples.
Sometimes she would see two or three orgasm in a single cycle. Was she getting off on the painful sensation ? Did she actually like this ? The thought repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the raceway of time. The entire Night had turned into a mingle-mangle of pain in the neck and pleasure. In the episodic bit of limpidity Megan heard Michael's prophetic words playing over and over in her head :"I am in restraint, not you."
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"She is certainly a spunky one"observed Mr. Smith as they both watched Megan on a monitor.
"How long do you opine she will final before she talks ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of time before she gives you her piddling tape"reassured the rope original."I would be surprised if she lasted more than than a couple of days. Her preparation, however, will acquire 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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