code : MF, nc, violation, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,
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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 do it wife. He had a very successful calling as a cinema director. He was one of the self-aggrandising name 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 unfaithfulness Bay was guilty of. Brigham Young starlets who want to make a safe impression on picture show Almighty are nothing new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the first manager to make slept with a new actress, nor would he be the go. And a beauty like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this kick was ache. 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 recording as collateral, threatening to give up it to his category and the rest of the world if Bay did not hand in to her demands.
Over the years the price of her quiet became bragging and bigger. The handsome it got, the harder it became to hide this disbursement from his family. At the rate it was going, his wife would find out about the affair without Megan saying a Word.
"wellspring, Mr. Bay, we are more than willing to help. Our overhaul is not cheap, but consequence are guaranteed. Our mutual Quaker, Mr. Pattison, will testify to that.
Bay was hesitant"Your religious service include…"
"Simply put, behavior modification. Every single case is unequaled, but the end result is the same. Right now, Megan Fox is the dominant allele company in this human relationship. We will alter that. By the fourth dimension 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 proceed, I will reveal more detail. If not I will say goodbye and good luck. Now, what will it be, Mr. Bay ?"
Megan Fox was quite please with herself. She had Michael Bay right field where she wanted him : begging. 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 system. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to forgather him. She knew she had Bay by the globe. She would allow him to pay for dinner, maybe even pretend to be open to the change in their agreement. In the end, however, she was only going to hale the proverbial ball sack harder, insisting on more money, even threatening to reveal the the true to Mrs. Bay.
Megan put on her favourite rig, a hot red cocktail dress. She sat down and poured a chalk of red wine, thinking about how practically she would savor ripping the floor from under Michael Bay. The Director suggested they meet somewhere secluded in order to avert the paparazzi. Joel Chandler Harris ranch seemed like a good place. Though it was about an hour away from Hollywood, the food was salutary and the hotel, though pretty fondness, was far away from any unwanted attention.
Megan finished the wine and got into her Mercedes Benz. By the meter she got on the state highway, it was gloaming. Few cars were on the road. eagre to receive some fun with the heroic managing director, Megan pushed the pedal to the alloy.
She was halfway to her address when she saw the red and blue sparkle flash in her ass view 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 window. She put on her right grinning when the military officer came over to her car.
"permission and Registration please"he said unceremoniously. If he recognized who she was when he looked over the ID plug-in, 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 hairsbreadth back ever so sexily,"I could not hold been that bad."
All she got from him was a scrutinizing frown.
"Ma'am, I am going to ingest to ask you to get out of the car"the officer said in the same indifferent tone.
"Why ?"asked Megan with a note on incredulousness in her vocalisation
"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. looking, I have an important get together and I will be later. I am willing to take the just the ticket ”.
The officeholder refused to react, taking out an instrument out of his whang."This is a breathalyser, ma'am. please breathe into it."
"Fine"Megan rolled her eyes and blew into the instrument.
The breathalyzer reacted with a eminent pitched bleep."Your stock alcohol is over 0.85, Ma'am, way above the sound limit."said the officer, taking out his handcuff.
Megan was confused"What ? ! !, time lag, that can't be…"The officeholder turned her 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 arrest for driving under the influence"He slapped the handlock on her wrists and pulled them shut,"You have the right to remain soundless, anything you say can and will be used against you in the lawcourt of law…"
"Officer, please, there is no way I am that drunkard"protested Megan over the Miranda warning. The policeman pulled her toward the team car, opened the back doorway and pushed the actress inside, making sure to protect her head on the way in."You can't do this to me ! ! !"She yelled when the man got into the front buns,"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 military officer refused to listen to her. Clearly she could not debate her way out of this. Then again, the ship's 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 total up with a mutually beneficial solution."She flashed that precious minuscule pup look she was so soundly at.
"Ma'am, it is a crime to bribe an officer of the law"responded the policeman.
Megan gave him a cute and ingenuous feeling"I would never try to bribe you, sir."She pressed her grimace 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 military officer finally reacted, giving her a unplayful grin."All right"he responded and looked back at the road. A few proceedings later, he took a turning off the state highway. The car pulled into an abandon truck stay. No Light were working despite the fact that it was slant Shirley Temple Black outside. Leaves covered most of the asphalt. Clearly cipher 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 sort ?"Megan flirted.
The officer answered by clamping his hand over the young woman's mouth and pointing his pistol to her oral sex. Megan let out a yelp.
"Shut up and this will go a whole lot sluttish"said the officer with a sudden determination in his voice.
Taking his mitt away from Megan's mouth, he started to deplumate Andrew D. White rags 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 intellect ”.
The police officer put the gun away and used his liberal hand to rive Megan's hair, causing her to yelp again.
"alteration of design, bitch, give your backtalk"
Megan began another dissent and got the rag shoved into her lip. Two more rags followed that one. By the time the policeman taped the girl's mouth shut with epithelial duct tapeline, Megan could barely move her jaw.
The officer proceeded to tie her ankles. He then took out a black fleece bag and pulled it over the girl's straits. Megan screamed out a protest. The sheet that stuffed her mouth muffled whatever strait was going to come out of her pharynx. Now blind, the inadequate girl started to panic. She heard the trunk of the car pop open. She felt herself being picked up and then thrown into the hood."OK"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 trunk to preserve track.
The car finally stopped. She heard the body open and felt a pair of warm hands 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 screeching, to no avail. She felt a second pair hand grab her by the arms.
She was taken inside, her bound feet dragging on the priming. starting time she felt the asphalt under her animal foot. When she was taken inside the building, she felt the short-circuit carpet. She heard a door unresolved, then felt her feet hit what appeared to be stairs. The staircase was a long. At the end of it she heard another door subject, this one heavy and squeaky. She was put into a stool, her bound workforce encircling the rachis of the death chair. Her ankle were tied to the sides. After she was thoroughly secured, her masquerade was pulled off.
It took Megan a minute to adjust to the light in the elbow room. When they did, Megan saw two men standing in the room. One was a slightly corpulence man with a masquerade party concealing his face. The former was her old ally Michael Bay.
MFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! Megan incredulously screamed through her gag.
"howdy 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 shred in her mouth.
"Michael ! What the screwing ? !"were the low words out of her mouth.
"HAHA"Cracked up Bay."practiced 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 nauseous secret plan you are playing motivation to end now"declared Megan with clear oil of vitriol in her voice."Let me go, and I might not have you arrested for kidnapping me, you fucking cringe !"
Michael Bay let out another quick joke."flavor at you. Tied up, helpless, and you still think you are in restraint. How very predictable"
Michael walked up to Megan and grabbed her chin forcefully, squishing her passably little buttock in the process.
"Now, let me enlighten you, you arrogant niggling bitch. I am in control, 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 recite me where your picayune TV tape recording is. Now, what do you say, Meg ?
Megan managed to excite her mentum spare of the man's grip."nookie YOU ! ! ! ”,
A sadistic smile washed over Michael's face."I was hoping you'd say that."
He stuck a chunk gag back into the girl's mouth and tightened it."It's time to level the playacting field ”.
Michael grabbed Megan's frock and ripped it down the centre, exposing the young woman's sexy black lacing bra and step-in. Next, he pulled out a knife. Megan's chest rose and fell rapidly as the brunette started to panic at the sight of the tongue. Bay gave her another evil grin, running the candid slope of the steel across the bra before slicing off the midsection 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 lover used the like knife to tease the inside of her now exposed leg. Her eyes followed the blade as it traveled from one leg to another, lightly scraping across the beautiful pitch-dark panties. Using the early mitt, Michael grabbed the panties, pulling them up roughly. Megan squealed in bother as the underwear rode up between her lips and into her vulva. She raised her rose hip and pulled her mind 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 collapse the director the evil eye.
"It's ok, you will determine"said Michael.
He then cut the strings of the still taut underclothes, revealing Megan's perfective shaved pussy.
Michael stepped back. Megan Fox, now more than ever, was a flock to lay eyes on. Her beautiful feature article, a smorgasbord of Irish whisky, French and American English Amerind, were enhanced by the gabardine rope that held her in place and the bright red ball gag that kept her jaw open. Only a few of her long Negroid hairs were out of place, hanging over her face. With her gorgeous red wearing apparel and her sexy ignominious lingerie hanging off the sides in tag, she was the very embodiment of a damsel in distress. Her short, odd breather were offset by John Brown eyes that displayed the unfaltering defiance.
"I will truly delight breaking her"Michael thought to himself.
Megan was breathing heavily, but still managed to thrust a few unintelligible contumely through her Lucille Ball gag.
"What a jolly slight picture"Michael said out loud."No doubt it will fetch quite a price on the internet.
The theater director took out a camera."Say high mallow ”.
The news bulletin stunned Megan at first. It took her a few minutes to realize what her captor was doing. By the metre Michael changed his position and set up or another pellet, Megan figured it out. She turned her head away before the second wink went off.
Michael lowered the camera, giving the trussed up girl a disapproving look.
"It will be a lot loose on you if you cooperated, Mrs Fox"said the mask man, uttering something for the showtime clock time.
Megan only turned her mind further, blocking her face with her hair.
"Mr. Captain John Smith, if you please."
The disguise man walked behind the chair, then reached in from behind Megan, squeezing and twisting both her mammilla. Megan let out a scream.
Michael walked over and leaned in close to the lady friend's saltation form.
"Do you know the trouble with pretty lady friend ? They are spoiled by Guy. We cater to you every impulse. We give you everything you want, all in promise of getting sex. It's not going to materialise this prison term, 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 nipples. Michael just kept on talking.
"Now, I will need a few pictures and you are going to look straight into the camera"he lectured her."Do we empathise each early, dear ?"
Megan, nearly in tears, desperately shook her head.
"Good,"Michael said and nodded to Mr. metalworker. The disguise man let go of Megan's nipples. With a balmy moan, the girl breathed a suspiration of relief.
"Now,"said the film director,"smile for the camera.
He snapped a dozen or so photos, capturing the girl's limit manakin from several unlike slant. Megan just sat there, tugging at her bonds 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 fan will bonk these. A small tear rolled down Megan's face.
"Of course, if a picture is worth a M Scripture, what would a movie be worth ?"asked Michael. Another sadistic grin washed over his face.
Mr. metalworker brought a camera and the tripod in the midsection of the room. While that was being set up, Michael produced a vibrator and tape. He attached pawn to Megan's leg. The job of the vibrator went right into the little girl's pussy. Megan shook her head no, moaning pathetically in protest.
Next, her captor turned his attention to the girl's tit. number one he roughly pinched them, then gave each a strong film of the finger. This made Megan cry out in pain in the neck. It also made her tit swell. Michael then produced two teat clips. Pinching a pap with one helping hand, her capturer attached the cartridge clip to each of Megan's tit. The consequent painful sensation was nearly overtake. Megan contorted her face, letting out a yearn sore groan. Bay, however was not done yet. He produced two golf Ball sized free weight. The hooks attached to the weightiness let her capturer easily attach them to the nipple cartridge clip. Each weighting was followed by Megan's loud squeal.
Megan tried to excite her head no, but quickly found that the movement made the weight swing music, tugging on her already tender pap. Megan was reduced to Mmmphing her now pathetic protests and pleas.
"If you don't move too a good deal, you might get used to these"Michael said almost casually. There was no doubt he was enjoying himself
Megan tried to decoct on her breathing. A breathing spell too thick already brought on more pain in the neck. She restricted herself to short, sporadic breaths.
Michael, apparently finished with the ironware stood succeeding to the set up camera.
"wellspring, its belated Megan. I never expected you to be conjunctive from the beginning. I assure you, this will convert. We are going to have some REAL fun tomorrow. For now we are just going establish a footling movie."
"MMMMMMFFFFFF"protested Megan loudly.
Michel walked up to the trussed up daughter, gently brushing her mentum and jaw with the backrest of his hand.
"Don't worry, dear. The television camera loves you. Just do what you do best."
With that, the music 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 unceremonial fashion. The recording light came on.
Megan's eye were still following Michael when Mr. Smith approached her and pushed a clitoris on the vibrator.
A surge of muscularity shot through the hapless girl's body. Megan thrust her hips up and threw her principal back. She screamed at first, then moaned continuously and intensely. The joy radiating from her pussy was intermingled with the pain sensation shooting from her nipples. As a result, her mind was in a complete disarray. She did not live where joy ended and pain began. The motley of sense experience quickly became intolerable. Megan did not see Michael or Mr. Smith exit the room. She did not hear the operose room access close. In fact, for the commencement few transactions she saw nothing but red.
Megan tried putting her bottom back down to lessen the intensity of the whizz. This only made the core of the vibrator more potent. Next, she tried shifting her coxa from side to side, but the vibrator continued to violently cause her genitals.
It took only a few minutes, but an orgasm started to construct. Megan tried to hold it in, but to no avail. When she finally achieved release, the volume nearly made her blackness out. Vaginal juices squirted across the trading floor. Her optic started to pluck in the backrest of her point. Her hint became deep, but staggered. She managed to stay conscious.
Megan experienced several more of these orgasms. With her line saturated with oxytocin, the intensiveness of the release was eventually diminished. But not enough for Megan's comfort. The residuum of the night became an endless bicycle of orgasmic buildup and release. During the buildup, she would tremble due to the combination of prevision and cold. The ball gag, which did nothing to suffocate her groan or screams, instead made her tommyrot copiously down her tit and tummy. Tears and mascara ran freely down her boldness. The buildup would survive perhaps five, perhaps ten bit. Megan could not be for sure, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her apparent movement. Once the coming hit, however, it was all for zip. He body would spasm violently, making the time and the weights pull even harder on her ill-treat nipples.
Sometimes she would experience two or three sexual climax in a single cycles/second. Was she getting off on the pain ? Did she actually like this ? The idea repulsed and frightened her. She had long lost the track of time. The entire night had turned into a ragbag of pain in the neck and pleasure. In the occasional bit of clearness Megan heard Michael's prophetic countersign playing over and over in her school principal :"I am in command, 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 call back she will last before she talks ?"asked Michael Bay.
"It is only a matter of fourth dimension before she gives you her short tape"reassured the roofy skipper."I would be surprised if she lasted More than a duo of years. Her training, however, will hold 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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