renown flight simulator : Kristen Stewart
Codes : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond paper,

Disclaimer : This is fable, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. This story does not advocate violence against fair sex. If you have any suggestions for this or any other future story, please email me. Don't forget to spay and neuter your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
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Henry Martyn Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's affair caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of grief and ire. And despite his best efforts to resign, the feelings were not going away.
When a friend of a friend suggested a certain place that"fixes these relationship problems ”, Robert was doubting. The business card said"capital of Sweden Industries"and listed a number. The friend did not give much Sir Thomas More point or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an assignment on the headphone. The unharmed thing was very secretive."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The office on the commercial enterprise card was located on the far outskirts of East Los Angeles. No sign was posted above or in front of the door, just an office bit. The inside the office Robert found 4 clean white walls, simple desk and chairs. There was another door on the opposite side of meat of the federal agency. The occupant of the desk was a knit looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading glasses and expanding waist gave an mental picture of a career function worker.
"Mr. Pattison, do in please ”.
Pattison took a behind.
"You may call me Mr. Smith. low gear things first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger procedure, the divine service that we offer are very scoop. You need not only money, but the rightfulness connections, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a reason. The legality of our services is questionable. But we are very thoroughly at what we do, and cypher ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Henry M. Robert replied"I still don't understand how you can help me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. Smith leaned forward"You are a public human body, Mr. Pattison. Your recent separation with Ms. Kristen Jimmy Stewart is public knowledge. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to prompt on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is demeanour modification. If you choose to hire our religious service, I can guarantee that not only will infidelity no longer be a care in your relationship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more agreeable and pleasing to you. There will be no more fights or disagreements. Ms. Dugald Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will appease reliable to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a compounding of techniques, including bondage, S & M and psychological breeding. What I can secure is 100 % success rate and that nobody is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the distributor point of no return. If you agree to use our service, I will apply you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our help, this conversation is over. You will never pick up from us again. If you contact the constabulary or the media, they will find zippo but a legitimize policy office. We are honest at what we do and we have never had problems. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your answer"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"differentiate me Sir Thomas More ”.
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The news frenzy that came after her intimacy was revealed make Kristen Dugald Stewart to strike down several metier appearances. She did not feel like answering any questions about the affair or the separation. In fact she did not sense like doing anything for the rest of the week. She made the calls to scratch her appointments and dismissed the staff of her mansion. The only thing she would be doing for the next 7 days is fucking Prince Rupert Sanders, her new best-loved boy toy. Henry M. Robert was fun for a spell, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Robert needed to man up and move on.
After putting on her front-runner top, near blue jean and brushing her yearn reddish brown hair, Kristen made her way toward her bedroom door. A tall stranger waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom wall. A knife was pressed to her slender cervix."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot smoother"said the disguise trespasser. Kristen was frozen in fear. The stranger put away the knife and quickly reel Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her wrists behind her"Go ahead and shrieking, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her hands tightly secured, Kristen was shoved case up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more forget me drug and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! Take my wallet ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankle joint secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into tear"please don't Brassica napus me !"
Still wearing a smile on his masked boldness, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nose and mouth, all while pinning her slender boundary kind to the bed.
The futile but aphrodisiac struggles continued for just a few minute. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her lid closed and her body went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun contribution"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the little terror's cell phone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her world was black and cold. The bag was still over her head. She was laying aspect down on the base, her bare nipples pressed against the frigidness concrete. Her legs were barren, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her capitulum and roll on her back, bother shot through her thorn and arms. She tried to wiggle her finger's breadth and realized they were touching gamy up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and suspire faster. She then realized something big and rhythm was stuck in her oral fissure.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to discover interpreter in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will miss her for solar day"said the other, unfamiliar vocalisation
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A couplet of strong hands grabbed her by the sleeve and set her upright, sitting on her knees. The bag was pulled off her read/write head and Kristen was blinded by the brightly lights.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of questions, but given your predicament, you are not in the side to ask. If we feel generous, we will answer those query in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a ball gag in her mouth.
"First things first"Said the alien"You are tied up in a setback prayer position. It is designed to not only be awful but to also limit your bm considerably. So try not to struggle if you want to avert unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a orb gag. It is not designed to keep you quiet, but rather to stimulate you drool, mostly for chagrin role. Feel costless to scream all you like. Nobody outside these paries can pick up you."
By now Kristen's eye had adjusted to the light. In front of her stood a man in a ski mask and a myopic party whip in his hired man. The Stranger's interpreter belonged to him. The sight of him, his clothes and the whip sent tingle down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and leaping. circle were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the other man. He was slowly circling around the elbow room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"Henry M. Robert ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her mind. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a guest,"continued the cloak stranger,"there are rules you have to stick to, break them and risk punishment. Rule 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the speaker. She was looking instead at Robert. Her head was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of ire and confusion. Robert's expression didn't change. The audio of the party whip slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in front of her."Do you infer the house rules"
A look of helpless confusedness was all Kristen could care
The cloaked man grabbed the bounds girl by the chin and loosened the strap on the chunk gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few seconds to sprinkle the gag out.
"Do you infer the linguistic rule ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? ROBERT WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The mask man shoved the clod gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more time, do you understand the pattern ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU illegitimate child ! ! ! You better let me go. People will be looking for me. Prince Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the ball gag back into the girls sass, this time tightening the shoulder strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's clear some things up. cipher is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a hebdomad. You were kind enough to cancel all of your appointments for the future 7 daytime, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. drum sander, he received a text shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his number. You even issued a statement on your twitter Thomas Nelson Page announcing the final result of your human relationship and a very devout apology to his household and your devotee. In short circuit, cipher will be looking for you for a while. At this time you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the house rules, it is sack up you did not get a line them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. First ruler is that you will address me as sir and Mr. Pattison as sea captain. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turn and used foul terminology ”. The disguised man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you count, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should dispense with the punishment ”, said the disguise man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a chance to object, her heading was forced down on the ground. She was still on her knees. With her hands tied and her butt straight up in the air, the lady friend was the very definition of vulnerability. The offset thrash came without warning. The bother across her tush cheek was sudden and crisp. Kristen let out an agonize and prolonged scream.
The shock was quickly followed by awe and an impendent impression of doom.
The second rap of the whip was as shocking as the first. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the sum of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The third ten-strike of the party whip sent an replication across the pocket-sized room. The pain similarly echoed from her stern, through her rachis and throughout the rest of her contorted body. Kristen could not think or empathize what was happening to her. Her pharynx became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer helplessness she was experiencing, or the panic that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the pain. Whatever the intellect, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th clock time. time seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the base with no specialty or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whiplash for the 5th clock time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quiet response from behind her. This was the showtime time that Henry Martyn Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in front of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting berth
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my cartel ! You have caused me incredible pain ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Robert. This was the firstly time she has seen such rage.
The room was once again silent. Only two sounds filled the storage room were the small whimpers and breathlessness that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's fuzz and walked behind her. Kristen heard his bloomers being unzipped. This was her solely monition before she felt Robert penis driving force inside her. Kristen let out a short yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a sporting lady"Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's hair again. Kristen's back was arched in a painful style. The web of ropes that surrounded her torso and kept her handwriting in a reverse prayer position only made it worse. Robert gave his hips one powerful thrust. Pain shot through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her blazon. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know zilch of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's sentences was punctuated by a strong pelvic thrust. Each thrust brought on more screams. The scream seemed to feed Robert's luxuria. The thrusts became more regular and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in hurting. The agonized scream were replaced by desperate, painful sensation filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to trouble alone. She was helpless. The smell of desperation filled her with panic. She was once again bawling. Her ball gag prevented her from swallowing. As a resultant she was drooling uncontrollably. In short-change, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; foreplay. As Robert continued to fuck her, she felt her loins swell."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in agony. Not only was she bound, helpless and abused, but now her own dead body started to betray her.
Each thrust sent a waving through Kristen's consistence. Whether it was one of painful sensation or pleasure, the poor girl could no longer tell. The warmly sensation spread from her loins to the rest period of her body. Her judgment was racing, her sight became cloudy. She was doing everything to forbid the seemingly inevitable climax. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Robert tensed up, gave one final exam jab, grunted and released his load inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily slump over on top of her leaping form. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her physical structure was still in agony. The pain was slowly fading and so was the spirit of rousing. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Henry Martyn Robert pulled on his pants and started to take the air out of the way.
"Make for certain she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The masked man took out more rope. One end of the rope was passed through the loop on the ceiling and attached to a pulley on the incline of the wall. The masked man used the early end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's bound form. Kristen heard the pulley-block clicking away and found herself being lifted from the flooring. As the R-2 pulled her higher, she once again felt the pain in her lower back and shoulder. Kristen struggled to her foundation, but her captor continued to overstretch up on the rophy. Soon Kristen was forced to resist on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the rope, Kristen could barely rival the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her trunk. The botheration in her spine, coat of arms and berm was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Stewart"said the masked man,"apparent movement will only make the nuisance worsened"
The man walked out of the room. The lights went off. The grave metal door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the shadow with nada but her bother to proceed her company. The whine and breathlessness filled the empty infinite.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her respiration was panicked. Her body contorted. Her eyes portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the showtime time I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the business concern of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. Jimmy Stewart will still be able to function in her pattern surround. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red rug. She will do all the things she has done before. The only thing that will change will be her psychology ”.
Henry M. Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the process and I need you to do exactly as I say. Stockholm syndrome is quite wanton to bring on if you know the right wing push button to push. Ms. Jimmy Stewart has to become slavish to you. She has to be qualified on you. You need to form this relationship strictly about wages and punishments. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terms. This is simple mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to learn to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. contribute her food in about an time of day. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her mind was completely concentrated on the hurting. She was fighting to keep her awareness. The pain was overwhelming. She was beginning to lose her battle.
The sleeping accommodation door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Henry Martyn Robert. The rage in his eyes was gone.
He put the two photographic plate he brought with him on the floor and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted eubstance was lowered to the ground. Her legs could not hold her weight and collapsed under her. Robert untied the knot creditworthy for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food for thought"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please stay silent."
The orchis was removed. Her jaw ached, her rima oris was parched. Robert offered her a field glass of water and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be athirst"said Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Truth was, she was very hungry. Her breakfast was low and she had zip to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just speech, Kristen. activeness address louder. Show me just how grateful you are"replied Henry Martyn Robert.
Kristen looked at him flurry. Henry M. Robert unzipped his drawers and let his binge penis fall out."No tooth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's middle bulged at the sight of his appendage. She has never performed a blowjob. The very thought of it disgusted her. Kristen started to falter and shake her head
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the cheek startled and shook Kristen. The miss's boldness was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful bitch !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the orchis gag back into her lip and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more volition to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the bedroom and closed the door. Kristen once again found herself in the shadow. She was no longer suspended above the floor. As long as she did not struggle against her bond certificate, she did not finger the pain. But without the pain, her other smoke were once again working. Within 10 moment the whizz of hungriness was intolerable. She could fawn right side by side to the food bowl, but het gag did not let her chew or take back. The sense of smell filled her nostrils and made the sensation even more acuate. This was a different kind of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an infinity. The door opened once again. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you ready to state your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her caput desperately and moaned through the gag. Henry M. Robert took his clock time undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another slap across the face shut Kristen up.
"You will call me master, and you will beg me to give up you to float me !"Yelled Henry Martyn Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will flow you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"trade good, now be a good whore and beg"
A mi started to form in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suckle your cock ?"
Robert unzipped his pants and let his tool hang out. The matter was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her human knee toward the waiting Henry Martyn Robert. She kept her center on the now bulging member, hesitant to get close to it. The mentation of putting that matter in her sass was almost puking inducement.
"Perhaps you would wish wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her caput toward the penis, hesitating just a piddling before taking it in her back talk. She encircled the calamus with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her oral sex up and down.
Robert rolled his eyes."Don't waste my time, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a niggling more press with her backtalk and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her tongue. She wanted nix to do with it and she was determined not to let it meet the inside of her mouth.
Robert lost patience and grabbed the book binding of Kristen's scalp, shoving her header forward and forcing his dick mystifying inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a frightened yelp, then started to struggle against Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will whip you raw ! You got that ?"shout Robert.
Kristen understood and took attention to keep her jaw opened. But she could not help but struggle against Robert's suitcase. His dick was moving in and out of her throat, making it hard to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His push increased in mental quickness.
All Kristen could do was concentrate on her ventilation, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his orgasm. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Robert's hot come. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could calculate into her eyes. The sperm was starting to drip out of her mouth.
"Swallow it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to confuse up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare spit it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the itch to switch up. It took several to a greater extent deglutition. While she managed to keep it down, she could not misrepresent the expression of disgust that washed over her human face. That expression seemed to consecrate Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the ash gray arena of food in front of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you please untie my arm"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the bitch that you are. Do you see that ?"
Kristen knew better than to argue with him.
The Heavy door closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the darkness. She was tied up and hunched over on her human knee. Eating out of a doggie stadium was yet another humiliation, but one that she was willing to live with. She shoved her mouth cryptic in to the bowl. By the fourth dimension she was done, the bowl was licked sporty. So was the story where the stray moment of food for thought fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her slope. The concrete base was hard and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get well-heeled. She has given up struggling and screaming for helper. Even tears were no prospicient an alternative. She curled herself in the fetal lieu. Her teeth chattered and her eubstance shook from the cold. Eventually enfeeblement won over and she passed out.
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When the strait of the room access possibility and the bright lights woke her, she did not know where she was. She was hoping that the horrors of the dark before were just a bad ambition. When she managed to open her eyes, she fell into despair once again.
Her body ached all over. Her butt brass still stung rom the whipping. Her pussycat felt sore from the rape. She could barely palpate her hands.
Robert and the masked man entered the room.
"Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith is going to unbrace you, but only if you promise to behave yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to speak, but found her pharynx to be completely dry. She nodded her hear instead. Mr. Kate Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Henry M. Robert approached the girlfriend with a bottleful of pee and some wet wipes.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Robert started cleaning her fount with the wipes. Kristen was a pile. Her tomentum was disheveled, desiccated rip, saliva and bits of food covered her face.
Robert was very placate with her. This was not the same man that raped her the Nox before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your Goth look, you know"he said casually, brushing her farsighted, reddish brown hair,"You are a raw beauty. You should not hide out your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other shoe to drop curtain. She tried to calculate becalm, but her creative thinker was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her bonds. Kristen was able to locomote her hands for the first time in many hours. She gasped as pain shot through her implements of war. It would take a piece to regain their full mobility.
Mr. Smith turned away from her, putting the ropes away in his bag. Soon after, Robert turned away as well, walking over to the garbage and checking his earpiece.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely exempt. Moreover, the heavy door was open and unobstructed. The totally process took only a few seconds, but Kristen decided to make a run for it.
Her legs were sore and atrocious. Her mother wit of balance was off and she was still exhausted from last night's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the door. She stumbled several times before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the stairs. Her mind was racing. She was afraid to search back. She just kept on going. After climbing the steps for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a door. She pulled on the hold, but the door would not give. She pounded on the doorway, she screamed for aid, but nothing helped. Whatever strength carried her up the stairs was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the door and started crying. She hugged her knees and rocked back and Forth River, not knowing what to do next.
A few minutes later she heard the footstep coming from below. The stride were deliberate, lack importunity or panic. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, loudness hidden in that calm voice.
"Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you love lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you importune on betraying me at every play ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a fistful of Kristen's hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to behave and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to hope you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stairs by her scalp. Kristen continued to pass on her own sobs, grabbing at the walls to keep her balance.
"You are a faithless, backstabbing cocotte. I extended you a little kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to rely you ever again ?"
When they reached the chamber, Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncorrectable sob
"Book, Kristen, just words ! Your actions speak otherwise !"spat out Robert.
He then addressed to the masked man ;"Mr. Smith, the whore has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. David Roland Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her carpus, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrist joint together then did the like to her elbows. He then tied a tenacious piece of rope to Kristen's wrists and hooked the former end on the ceiling pulley. He pulled the rope tight enough to conjure up the miss's articulatio radiocarpea as high as her shoulders, but allowed Kristen to continue to stand up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 groundwork long alloy pole with straps attached to each end. The pole was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's legs spread. The ring gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Henry M. Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the Kuki-Chin."You have nobody to charge but yourself ”. Whip in hand, he took a vacillation at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonized belly laugh. A big red welt started to appear across her abdomen. Another swinging of the whip, another loud scream, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 party whip across the abdomen, Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her vertebral column. Sir Thomas More screams followed.
"The number one 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front end of Kristen once more. His adjacent baseball swing was aimed squarely at her titty. The pain was so acute, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The next 10 are for trying to escape ”. The whip continued to ravage Kristen's tit, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipples. By the time the 20th black eye landed, Kristen was in utter hysterics.
"Now, for the fun role"said Robert
With that he took out two clamps. He attached weights to them. Each weight was the size of a golf musket ball and weighed thrice as a great deal. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to stimulate them. Kristen let out a loud squeals. When the nipple clinch were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moans grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"actions have aftermath ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girl. A quick unzipping sound and she was skewered by Robert's penis.
His knife thrust were little and speedy. The wafture of pleasure pulsed from her pussy to the sleep of her body. Meanwhile the sharp pain from the nipple clamps radiated through her chest. The mixture of pain and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her body reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not realize how she was getting off from Brassica napus, but it was the realness. The wretched girl tried to subdue the orgasm but zero worked. Her intimation became frequent and shoal. Her physical structure started to go into paroxysm. exertion rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing release and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her head. Nothing worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic scream. Soon after she heard Henry M. Robert's pleasurable screeching. For a while the room was filled with sounds of heavy external respiration. Then Robert stood in front line of Kristen, his phallus still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juice and sperm.
"Time to cleanse it off"he said before sticking his cock in her mouth. The ring gag made it impossible to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"punch it off, bitch"Henry Martyn Robert said as he inserted his penis deeper into her mouthpiece. Kristen did her sound to lick it, but the ooze just stayed in her backtalk.
It took half an hr to lick it off completely. Henry M. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whiplash. He brushed it up against Kristen's grimace. A sadistic smell washed over his aspect.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did have one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to have one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her body starting to tremble.
"You do not spend a penny, you do not denounce, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Henry M. Robert walked around Kristen's bound frame. Whipped her 5 times, cilium coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breathing place and tried not to scream.
"Now, you will stick out there for a while and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to pass out or fall asleep. You will dislocate your shoulders if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the room. The lowering door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the wickedness. She hated the night. There was nothing but pain in the dark. The mammilla clamp still tugged at her sore nipples. The ring gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the discernment of her own vaginal juices in her lip. She did not want to be this way anymore. She did not require to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Robert again.


She had no mind how long it took for Robert to hail back. When he did, he brought nutrient and water supply with him.
"have you learned your object lesson, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her head affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her head no.
"That's my girl"said Robert, petting her on the back of her fountainhead and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the ring gag. Kristen managed to thrash her dry lips. He untied her wrists from the cap roofy and undid the straps separating her ankle. Kristen collapsed on the storey. She licked dry lips.
She did not need any admonisher to know what to do next.
"Thank you… passe-partout. May I …please suck your cock"
Robert smiled and took off his gasp. Kristen knew what to do. She took his wind sleeve in her mouth like an ice cream strobile. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her sassing. She swallowed it as far as her throat would admit.
When she felt the shaft kickoff to pulsate, she redoubled her efforts. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juice, licking Robert's peter clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a blanket.
"This is for being a respectable girl. Now, Eat. We have a farseeing day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that home base clean. She then laid down on the mantle. Her wrists and shoulder were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would have been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to resist. She has given up trying to contend. well-nigh of all, she was earnestly afraid of let down Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering spark woke Kristen up. Her organic structure ached all over. Her labia, her cigaret impudence and her breasts all stung from the day before. Still, her substance fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the room. She was determined to obey him this clip. Whether it was out of veneration or genuine warmness, she did not do it. a good deal like her reaction to pleasure and anguish in the shoemaker's last 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Henry Martyn Robert started to clean her font and brush her hairsbreadth while Mr. Julia Evelina Smith untied her wrist and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's reply was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Henry Martyn Robert. His tone was calm and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she intend it ? Kristen was not sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to prove it, wouldn't you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
"Yes, skipper"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them painful. I want you to recognize that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to smart you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes Master"She did not eff what to conceive anymore.
Robert took out a couplet of handcuffs and secured Kristen's helping hand behind her back."Good, now, take in my cock."
Kristen did not demand to be told twice. She lunged at the elongated and took it in her mouth. She bobbed her back and Forth, up and down and side to side. Her tongue licked and caressed every column inch of that penis. She sucked up the pre ejaculate juice. When the Henry M. Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her mouth.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you require me to do ?"
Robert did not skip a rhythm."suction my lump, slave"
Kristen complied without doubtfulness. Taking the sackful in her mouth, she proceeded to massage it with her lingua and back talk. She sucked the balls clean, filling her mouth with their salty gustatory modality. This was just to avoid punishment, she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she began to like these cruddy secret plan.
"trade good girl."Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her feet. It was then that the girl noticed a long rope running across the room. Knots were tied all along the length of the rope. Rope was set about waist highschool.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her head. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith took out a ball gag, nipple clamps and 2 sets of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's nipples. He then directed Kristen toward the rophy. He helped her swing one of her pegleg over the rope. He then made for sure that Kristen's pussy lip were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the other side of the rope.
"This is a trust exercising, Kristen. You will take the air toward me, when you reach me, I'll pack off a small-arm of paraphernalia. Start when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the infliction as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to observe the rope from digging in too deep, but that did not help much. The circle was still rubbing up against her pussy.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to cauterize yourself"warned Robert.
sledding fast was the live thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the first gnarl. Kristen could not help but let out an agonized scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the circle was digging in to her twat. She had to force her pussy over the burl, clenching her jaw in the process. 10 column inch further down the roach she had to conquer another knot. By the time she reached Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her nut gag."Very good. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll start to lease off the weights on the teat clams ”.
Kristen was gear up to open up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Henry Martyn Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine loyalty to her capturer ? She did not know.
Kristen struggled over every knot, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her consciousness from the pain on a few occasions. But she completed the cycle per second not once, but four more times. When Robert finally took her off the circle, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, master"she said as Robert
"On your knees"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the visual modality of the instrument but said nothing.
"Do you require it, slave ? Do you desire me to get you off ?
Word came out o her mouth before Kristen could even imagine them"Yes master"
"Then you have to realize it. get your mitt useful"
Kristen's hands were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Henry Martyn Robert twisted one of her mamilla with his impregnable digit."Stupid girl, you should know what I want !"
Using the other script he directed Kristen's leaping hands toward his bulging penis. His pants were still on.
"stroking it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his englut fellow member underneath his pants
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reward. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussy, shoved it in and turned it on.
moving ridge of delight started to ripple from her crotch to the rest of her body. Kristen let out lowly moans of pleasure.
"You like that, you little skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss lord"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to grate against the vibrator. Her hands were still fussy rubbing his dick.
"Is it as thoroughly as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off sentry duty, Kristen stiffened. The detrition stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight squeeze and clout on her mamilla elicited and loud gasp.
"Well, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The manus that molested the pap let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hair, pulling her head back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Henry M. Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you enjoy this as much when Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely confused about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's kitty-cat
Kristen, still on guard, let out a small moan. She continued to rub Henry Martyn Robert's penis with her hands
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you rip off on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know overlord"
A terrible pinch of her nipple made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little working girl"Robert whispered in the young woman's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a person new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"Good, Kristen, trade good. You are finally being honest with me."
Robert continued to stimulate Kristen's sex. She was getting Thomas More and more aroused. Her breathing started to get heavier. She started to sweat. The most surprising thing for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new fuck toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes master ”. Her mettle rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to disperse through her body. Her external respiration was becoming more and more intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more fervour. The same fervor drove Kristen to rub Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you know what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, superior"
Robert Twisted her pap. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A slicker, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her pap one more time. Kristen threw her psyche back, repressing a riot. It was still painful. But was she starting to like it ?
"A WHORE, master key !"Kristen was moaning. Her low-pitched jaw became blind drunk. Rubbing herself ever harder against Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, skipper ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Robert's hand that was rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breasts were rising up and down dramatically. A look of surprise, frustration and letdown washed over her face."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you free"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, master"Kristen looked down, averting Henry M. Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating whore like you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
Another knot started creeping into Kristen's pharynx. Words came out like a flood."Punish me, master copy. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, skipper ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve punishment !"
Henry Martyn Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair, pulled her to her pes and shoved her against the rampart.
"point of view STILL !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fright. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the wall. Robert swung the whip and landed a venomous blow against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her backtalk to scream, but stifled it in the last moment. She bent her stifle from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Henry Martyn Robert was readying another hard nose candy. Kristen looked away and shut her centre, holding her breathing space and anticipating another blow. The blow came, even more awful than the first. Her frame bent, and an agonize screaming escaped her mouth. Red welts started to appear on her breasts. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more blows came. Kristen suppressed her itch to scream, only occasionally letting out a whine. Despite the painfulness, her nipples were raise and her pussy was wet.
Robert threw down the whiplash and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling sort. Kristen looked away, not wanting to meet Robert's regard. Robert grabbed a handful of her right boob and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Kenneth Roberts's finger's breadth slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the uncover mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her breasts were sore from the whipping. Her tegument seemed like it was on fire.
"Would you like me to lay off ?"Henry Martyn Robert asked gently
"No, master"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the early breast, squeezing it in a interchangeable manner. This time he bent down, took the pap in the sassing and started licking the sore nipple. Another groan escaped Kristen's back talk. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not have the will to fight it. Robert bit down on the tit. Kristen screamed. Her breathing space was ragged.
"Do you require me to hold on ?"
"No, master"
Henry M. Robert eventually lost involvement in her bosom. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's snatch.
"Spread your wooden leg"
Kristen complied without question. She realized just how exposed she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Robert extended his halfway fingerbreadth and poking it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Robert continued to squeeze, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not bring long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long titillating moans. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, ready to miss control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Henry M. Robert quickly took his finger out of her pussy. Breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a facial expression of enceinte frustration, but thought better about saying anything. Robert only showed her his middle fingerbreadth, one used to add her so agonizingly fill up to an orgasm.
"punch it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger, as if she would a penis. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Henry M. Robert took off his pants. He grabbed Kristen's pharynx and squeezed. Kristen could not breathe. Pinning her to the wall, he thrust his dick deep in her vagina. Kristen would have screamed, had she been able to breathe. Robert lifted Kristen off the undercoat with the powerful push of his hips. One, two, three strong, deliberated thrust was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, shock and pleasure shooting through their torso. Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The rush of blood back into her brain only doubled the orgasmic sense. Kristen took a deep breath and let out a respective long, titillating moans. Her eubstance went limp from the pleasurable charge. Kristen's juice rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 seconds to part breathing normally. She was exhausted. Henry M. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the hapless missy over to her mantle and laying her down feather on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an episodic moan escaping her throat. She was laying limp on the floor, strand of hair obscuring her boldness. Her modest, round breasts were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up pieces of gear on the way out.
"schoolmaster, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hours. Get some rest"
"passkey, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to rationalise !"
Henry Martyn Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprisal in his voice.
"I am no-count I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so honorable to me. You were the perfect boyfriend. I just knew that you were going to propose to me…"
Henry Martyn Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more than and more aroused. Every judgment of conviction was filled with Thomas More and more hysterics. She was getting to the verge of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my heart. But I was scared that my spirit was ending. I wanted to be state of nature and costless. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
crying started to appear in her middle.
"I just wanted to be bad and spicy. Oh, GOD, Henry M. Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to hurt you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced words. Henry Martyn Robert took her in her arms.
"I am sorry ... I am sorry…"Kristen kept repeating between sobs.
"I know"Robert answered.
He let go of Kristen and started to get up
"Please, master key, don't go. Please don't leave me alone here. I'll do anything you want. Anything.
"Robert took her head in his arms and kissed her on the os frontale"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer Word of God than these."Yes captain, with all my heart ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you understand ?"
Kristen nodded, tears running down her face."Yes, master ”.
As the laboured door closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the nighttime. She hated the darkness. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nothing more than to be with her original. She fell asleep, crying. Her son of a bitch eventually melted away into deep sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar speech sound of the opening doorway. Robert entered the room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Robert went through his convention routine without saying a oeuvre. He brushed her hair's-breadth and wiped her naked body down with wet cloths. Kristen was trying to face into his eyes, to get a hint to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even more perplexed when, upon finishing the hygiene bit, Robert produced a lowly key and unlocked her handcuffs. Kristen rubbed her sore wrists, not knowing what to wee of it all. He tossed some apparel in front of her."Put these on and match me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the skinny jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her home. I seemed like an timeless existence ago. In another life, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt alien to her. So was the impression of ambulating under her own power. She went through the heavy door way and up the step. She reached the second threshold, one that kept her from escaping. This time the door was open wide. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Henry Martyn Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with trash."Is that the rope master ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now retrieve, the process is not complete"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to have progressed very well. postdate my instructions to the letter and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a rundown street through a tinted windowpane. She has not seen the outside humans for days. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Henry Martyn Robert shook the man's hand and turned his regard to Kristen.
"cum, slave. We have a lot to tattle about"
"Yes, master ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one death favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the Lapp roach as one Michael Bay. If you could give him my card and enjoin him that I could clear his Megan Fox problem, I would be much obliged."
A hebdomad later the Hollywood media broke the floor :"Kristen Stewart and Henry Martyn Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an audience.
Mr. John Smith saw a familiar cheek on TV and turned up the volume"I was stupid person and selfish. I made a vast misapprehension. Robert was kind sufficiency to have me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The mass medium hailed it as a history of redemption, of lovemaking surviving the ultimate psychometric test. Only a train eye could see the true story : Ms. Stewart's posture when she sat next to Mr. Pattison, the subservient manner in which she addressed him on tv camera, the speedy looks she gave Robert while silently seeking permission to speak to the interviewer. Kristen Jimmy Stewart, the Hollywood bad daughter, was completely dominated, subservient to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The sound rang ;"Stockholm Industries, Smith speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's expert to talk to you. certain, get together on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until side by side time… .