celebrity trainer : Kristen Jimmy Stewart
computer code : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bail bond,

disavowal : This is fabrication, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is effectual. This report does not recommend violence against women. If you have any suggestions for this or any former hereafter story, please email me. Don't forget to spay and neuter your dearie. Hope you enjoy the story.
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Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's social occasion caught him by surprise. What resulted was a variety of grief and angriness. And despite his practiced efforts to resign, the feelings were not going away.
When a friend of a booster suggested a certain place that"locating these relationship trouble ”, Henry Martyn Robert was sceptical. The business bill said"Stockholm Industries"and listed a number. The friend did not give much more detail or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an designation on the phone. The whole thing was very secretive."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a tone ”.
The office on the business lineup was located on the far outskirts of E Los Angeles. No sign was posted above or in front end of the door, just an spot numeral. The inside the office Robert found 4 white White River bulwark, mere desk and hot seat. There was another door on the opposite English of the office. The occupant of the desk was a champaign looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading drinking glass and expanding waist gave an notion of a vocation office worker.
"Mr. Pattison, get along in please ”.
Pattison took a buns.
"You may call me Mr. Smith. low gear matter first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger subroutine, the table service that we offer are very single. You need not only money, but the right joining, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a reason. The legality of our services is questionable. But we are very sound at what we do, and nonentity ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"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. Ian Smith leaned forward"You are a world human body, Mr. Pattison. Your recent breakup with Ms. Kristen Stewart is public knowledge. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to move on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behavior modification. If you choose to engage our Service, I can guarantee that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your relationship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more accordant and pleasing to you. There will be no more fighting or disagreements. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way potential, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will delay lawful to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combination of proficiency, including thraldom, S & M and psychological breeding. What I can vouch is 100 % success pace and that nonentity is going to get suffering. However, we have reached the power point of no return. If you agree to use our services, I will chip in you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our Service, this conversation is over. You will never pick up from us again. If you contact the police or the sensitive, they will line up nothing but a legitimate insurance agency. We are good at what we do and we have never had problem. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your solution"?
Pattison hesitated for only a present moment :"tell apart me more than ”.
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The intelligence frenzy that came after her affair was revealed caused Kristen Stewart to delete several metier appearance. She did not feel like answering any inquiry about the intimacy or the breakup. In fact she did not find like doing anything for the relief of the week. She made the call option to offset her appointee and dismissed the stave of her mansion. The only thing she would be doing for the next 7 daylight is fucking Rupert Sanders, her new favorite boy toy. Robert was fun for a piece, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Robert needed to man up and move on.
After putting on her dearie top, tight-fitting denim and brushing her long reddish brown pilus, Kristen made her way toward her bedroom threshold. A tall stranger waited for her in the door. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom rampart. A tongue was pressed to her slender neck."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot sander"said the dissemble trespasser. Kristen was frozen in fear. The stranger put away the knife and quickly birl Kristen around, pinning her grimace first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her carpus behind her"Go ahead and shrieking, princess, there is cypher here but us ”.
With her hired hand tightly secured, Kristen was shoved nerve up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more rope and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! read my wallet ”. Kristen started pleading
With her mortise joint secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into bout"please don't ravishment me !"
Still wearing a grinning on his dissemble face, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nose and lip, all while pinning her slender boundary form to the bed.
The futile but aphrodisiac struggles continued for just a few minutes. Her eyes rolled to the back of her headland. Her chapeau closed and her body went limp.
"well, there goes the fun part"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the brat's cell headphone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her human race was non-white and cold. The bag was still over her head. She was laying face down on the story, her bare mammilla pressed against the cold concrete. Her wooden leg were free, but her manpower were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her head and roll on her back, painful sensation injection through her spine and arms. She tried to joggle her fingers and realized they were touching high up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and breathe faster. She then realized something big and round was stuck in her sassing.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to try voices in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will miss her for days"said the former, unfamiliar vocalism
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of warm manus grabbed her by the arms and set her erect, sitting on her knees. The bag was pulled off her head and Kristen was blinded by the bright lights.
"Good good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of questions, but given your predicament, you are not in the post to ask. If we feel generous, we will answer those interrogative in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a testis gag in her mouth.
"First things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a reversion entreaty position. It is designed to not only be awful but to also bound your apparent movement considerably. So try not to sputter if you want to avoid unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may own also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to keep you quiet, but rather to name you drool, mostly for chagrin purposes. smell free to scream all you like. nobody outside these walls can listen you."
By now Kristen's eye had adjusted to the visible light. In front of her stood a man in a ski masque and a short whip in his hand. The stranger's spokesperson belonged to him. The great deal of him, his clothes and the whip sent frisson down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and bound. forget me drug were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the other man. He was slowly circling around the room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"ROBERT ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her mind. Her MMFFing through the gag was LE articulate.
"Since you are a client,"continued the masked stranger,"there are ruler you have to succeed, break them and risk punishment. ruler 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the utterer. She was looking instead at Robert. Her question was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Henry M. Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of ire and confusion. Robert's look didn't change. The sound of the whip slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in front of her."Do you understand the star sign pattern"
A look of helpless confusion was all Kristen could superintend
The dissemble man grabbed the leaping little girl by the chin and loosened the strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few indorsement to spit out the gag out.
"Do you understand the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? ROBERT WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The disguise man shoved the ball gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one More time, do you understand the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You better let me go. People will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the testicle gag back into the girls lip, this clock time tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. Dugald Stewart. Let's authorize some thing up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a hebdomad. You were variety enough to scratch all of your naming for the next 7 twenty-four hour period, 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 figure. You even issued a instruction on your chirrup page announcing the termination of your family relationship and a very heartfelt apology to his family and your fans. In short, nonentity will be looking for you for a while. At this time you are completely at our mercifulness ”.
"As for the house rules, it is clear you did not hear them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. First rule is that you will address me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turn and used loathly linguistic process ”. The masked 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 lot with the penalty ”, said the masked man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a chance to object, her head was forced down on the primer. She was still on her knees. With her hands tied and her tooshie straight up in the air, the girl was the very definition of vulnerability. The first thrash came without warning. The painfulness across her butt cheek was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonized and prolonged scream.
The cushion was quickly followed by fear and an impending feeling of doom.
The endorsement strike of the whip was as shocking as the start. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of money of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The third strike of the party whip sent an echo across the small room. The painful sensation similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her spine and throughout the relief of her contorted consistence. Kristen could not think or understand what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer impuissance she was experiencing, or the scare that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the pain. Whatever the reason, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th metre. Time seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the floor with no persuasiveness or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the party whip for the 5th time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a restrained response from behind her. This was the first time that Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Henry Martyn Robert sat in movement of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting position
"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 corporate trust ! You have caused me incredible pain ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Robert. This was the for the first time time she has seen such rage.
The room was once again silent. Only two sounds filled the storage room were the small whimpers and sobs that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Henry Martyn Robert let go of Kristen's hair and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pant being unzipped. This was her only warning before she felt Roberts penis thrust inside her. Kristen let out a abruptly yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a woman of the street"Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's tomentum again. Kristen's back was arched in a painful style. The web of forget me drug that surrounded her trunk and kept her hands in a verso prayer billet only made it worse. Robert gave his articulatio coxae one potent stab. Pain guess through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her weaponry. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's sentences was punctuated by a strong pelvic thrust. Each jabbing brought on more sidesplitter. The screams seemed to course Henry M. Robert's lecherousness. The thrusts became more even and shop at. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in painfulness. The agonized screams were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her torment was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The feeling of despair filled her with scare. She was once again bawling. Her testis gag prevented her from swallowing. As a result she was drooling uncontrollably. In short-circuit, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new aesthesis soon washed over her ; arousal. As Robert continued to screw her, she felt her loins dude."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in agony. Not only was she bound, helpless and abused, but now her own body started to betray her.
Each thrust sent a wave through Kristen's consistency. Whether it was one of pain or pleasance, the poor little girl could no longer distinguish. The strong ace bed covering from her loin to the rest of her eubstance. Her head was racing, her sight became cloudy. She was doing everything to keep the seemingly inevitable flood tide. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Henry M. Robert tensed up, gave one final thrust, grunted and released his load inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily slump over on top of her bound form. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her body was still in suffering. The pain was slowly fading and so was the feeling of foreplay. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Henry M. Robert pulled on his pants and started to walk out of the room.
"brand sure 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-the-loop on the ceiling and attached to a block on the side of the rampart. The masked man used the other end to tie yet another naut mi behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's leap class. Kristen heard the pulley-block clicking away and found herself being lifted from the level. As the ropes pulled her high, she once again felt the annoyance in her abject backbone and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her understructure, but her captor continued to pull up on the rope. Soon Kristen was forced to bear on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her capturer finally stopped pulling up the rope, Kristen could barely touch the soil with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her back, arms and shoulder was excruciating.
"Try not to prompt, Ms. Dugald Stewart"said the masked man,"movement will only make the pain worse"
The man walked out of the room. The light source went off. The heavy metal door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the nighttime with nothing but her pain to keep her company. The whimper and sobs filled the empty space.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the admonisher. The screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her external respiration was panicked. Her body contorted. Her center portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the offset prison term I have done this"rebuked Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"I am not in the patronage of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. Stewart will still be able to serve in her normal environment. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red carpet. She will do all the things she has done before. The only thing that will change will be her psychology ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the mental process and I need you to do exactly as I say. Stockholm syndrome is quite easy to get on if you know the right clitoris to advertize. Ms. Jimmy Stewart has to become submissive to you. She has to be qualified on you. You need to make this relationship strictly about reward and punishment. 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 larn to calculate on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. fetch her nutrient in about an hour. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her creative thinker was completely concentrated on the pain. She was fighting to retain her consciousness. The pain was overwhelming. She was beginning to lose her fight.
The sleeping accommodation door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Henry M. Robert. The rage in his eye was gone.
He put the two plates he brought with him on the floor and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted body was lowered to the background. Her legs could not hold her weight and crock up under her. Robert untied the Calidris canutus responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please stay silent."
The chunk was removed. Her jaw ached, her sassing was parched. Robert offered her a shabu of water and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be hungry"said Robert in an almost pleasant pure tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Truth was, she was very thirsty. Her breakfast was modest and she had aught to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just intelligence, Kristen. Actions speak louder. usher me just how thankful you are"replied Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Robert unzipped his drawers and let his engorged penis fall out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's eye bulged at the sight of his member. She has never performed a blowjob. The very sentiment of it disgusted her. Kristen started to bumble and shake her brain
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the impertinence startled and shook Kristen. The lady friend's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful bitch !"Yelled Henry Martyn Robert. He shoved the ball gag back into her lip and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more volition to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the chamber and closed the door. Kristen once again found herself in the dark. She was no longer suspended above the floor. As long as she did not contend against her bonds, she did not feel the pain. But without the pain, her early senses were once again working. Within 10 minutes the sensation of hunger was unbearable. She could grovel right-hand next to the food bowl, but het gag did not let her manducate or swallow. The smell filled her nostrils and made the ace even more acute. This was a different sort of torture.
The hr seemed almost like an eternity. The door opened once again. Henry Martyn Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you ready to express your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her headland desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his metre 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 prognosticate me master, and you will beg me to allow you to flub me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"commodity, now be a good whore and beg"
A greyback started to spring in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your cock ?"
Henry M. Robert unzipped his pants and let his dick hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her stifle toward the waiting Robert. She kept her center on the now bulging extremity, hesitant to get close to it. The thought of putting that thing in her sassing was almost vomit inducing.
"Perhaps you would like wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head toward the penis, hesitating just a piddling before taking it in her oral fissure. She encircled the shaft with her back talk ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Henry Martyn Robert rolled his middle."Don't waste my metre, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a fiddling more pressure with her lips and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her lingua. She wanted cipher to do with it and she was determined not to let it affect the inside of her mouth.
Henry Martyn Robert lost longanimity and grabbed the backbone of Kristen's scalp, shoving her principal forward and forcing his cock deep inside Kristen's pharynx. Kristen gave a frightened yelp, then started to skin against Robert's clutch.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will slash you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took tending to keep her jaw opened. But she could not serve but clamber against Henry Martyn Robert's bobby pin. His dick was moving in and out of her throat, making it hard to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to release Robert on even more. His poking increased in deftness.
All Kristen could do was centralize on her breathing, which became harder and harder.
Henry M. Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his sexual climax. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Robert's hot seminal fluid. Henry M. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could look into her centre. The sperm was starting to drop out of her mouth.
"Swallow it"he demanded,"you will take the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to throw 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 urge to throw up. It took various more drink. While she managed to celebrate it down, she could not fake the expression of disgust that washed over her face. That grammatical construction seemed to pass on Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair's-breadth."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the silver gray bowl of food in social movement of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you delight untie my arms"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the bitch that you are. Do you understand that ?"
Kristen knew break than to contend with him.
The Heavy doorway closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the dark. She was tied up and hunched over on her genu. Eating out of a doggy pipe bowl was yet another humiliation, but one that she was will to hold out with. She shoved her sassing oceanic abyss in to the bowl. By the time she was done, the bowl was licked pick. So was the floor where the stray bite of food fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete floor was tough and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even tears were no recollective an pick. She curled herself in the fetal position. Her dentition chattered and her soundbox shook from the cold. Eventually debilitation won over and she passed out.
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When the sound of the door curtain raising and the brilliant lights woke her, she did not know where she was. She was hoping that the horrors of the night before were just a bad dream. When she managed to open her eyes, she fell into desperation once again.
Her body ached all over. Her butt cheek still stung rom the whipping. Her pussy felt sore from the ravishment. She could barely feel her hands.
Robert and the mask man entered the room.
"Mr. Julia Evelina Smith is going to untie you, but only if you promise to deport yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to speak, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her hear instead. Mr. Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the slub. Henry Martyn Robert approached the girl with a nursing bottle of water and some wet wipes.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her body of water, Henry M. Robert started cleaning her face with the wipe. Kristen was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, dried tears, spit and morsel of nutrient covered her face.
Robert was very aristocratic with her. This was not the same man that raped her the night before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your tike looking, you know"he said casually, brushing her long, reddish brown hair,"You are a natural mantrap. You should not hide your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other shoe to dip. She tried to look tranquilize, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her Bond. Kristen was able to move her hands for the first time in many hours. She gasped as painful sensation snapshot through her arms. It would take a while to regain their full-of-the-moon mobility.
Mr. Captain John Smith turned away from her, putting the R-2 away in his bag. Soon after, Henry M. Robert turned away as well, walking over to the garbage and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free. Moreover, the impenetrable door was open and unobstructed. The whole appendage took only a few seconds, but Kristen decided to make a run for it.
Her legs were sore and afflictive. Her sensation of residuum 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 steps. Her mind was racing. She was afraid to count back. She just kept on going. After climbing the stair 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 door, she screamed for help, but null helped. Whatever effectiveness carried her up the stairs was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the room access and started crying. She hugged her genu and rocked back and Forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few moment later she heard the stride coming from below. The footsteps were calculated, lacking urgency or panic. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, saturation hidden in that composure voice.
"Henry M. Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you enjoy lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you assert on betraying me at every turn ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a handful of Kristen's haircloth and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to conduct and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to confide you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stairs by her scalp. Kristen continued to choke on her own sobs, grabbing at the bulwark to proceed her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing whore. I extended you a niggling kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to bank you ever again ?"
When they reached the bedchamber, Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the irrepressible sobs
"word of honor, Kristen, just word of honor ! Your action at law speak otherwise !"tiff out Henry M. Robert.
He then addressed to the mask man ;"Mr. David Smith, the whore has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrists, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrist together then did the Saami to her elbows. He then tied a longsighted musical composition of R-2 to Kristen's carpus and hooked the other end on the cap pulley. He pulled the rope tight enough to raise the girl's wrists as richly as her shoulders, but allowed Kristen to preserve to remain firm up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 foot longsighted metal Pole with strap attached to each end. The perch was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's legs bed covering. The gang gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the mentum."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. whiplash in hand, he took a lilt at Kristen's body. Kristen let out an agonize thigh-slapper. A big red welt started to come along across her abdomen. Another swing of the whip, another loud belly laugh, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to bust. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 party whip across the venter, Henry M. Robert walked behind the little girl and started whipping her back. More screams followed.
"The low gear 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front man of Kristen once more. His future vacillation was aimed squarely at her breasts. The pain was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The succeeding 10 are for trying to escape ”. The party whip continued to ravage Kristen's breasts, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipple. By the time the 20th puff landed, Kristen was in utter hysterics.
"Now, for the fun part"said Henry M. Robert
With that he took out two clamp. He attached weight to them. Each weight unit was the size of a golf ball and weighed thrice as a lot. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to stimulate them. Kristen let out a cheap squeals. When the nipple clamp were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's groan grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"actions have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up fille. A quick unzipping auditory sensation and she was skewered by Robert's penis.
His thrusts were myopic and quick. The wave of pleasure pulsed from her snatch to the respite of her physical structure. Meanwhile the penetrative pain from the nipple clinch radiated through her chest. The intermixture of pain and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her eubstance reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not sympathize how she was getting off from violation, but it was the reality. The poor girl tried to oppress the coming but nothing worked. Her intimation became shop and shoal. Her eubstance started to go into convulsions. Sweat rolled down her limit limbs.
She was nearing expiration and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her promontory. goose egg worked. As she climaxed, she led out an titillating scream. Soon after she heard Henry Martyn Robert's pleasurable thigh-slapper. For a while the room was filled with auditory sensation of toilsome ventilation. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his phallus still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juices and sperm.
"clip to scavenge it off"he said before sticking his dick in her mouth. The gang gag made it impossible to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"salt lick it off, Bitch"Henry M. Robert said as he inserted his member deeper into her oral cavity. Kristen did her best to thrash it, but the gunk just stayed in her mouth.
It took half an hour to lick it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's fount. A sadistic look washed over his face.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did have got one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her capitulum.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to own one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her drumhead, her physical structure starting to tremble.
"You do not pee-pee, you do not shit, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Henry M. Robert walked around Kristen's spring frame. Whipped her 5 times, lashes coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to scream.
"Now, you will stand there for a while and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to pass out or descend asleep. You will dislocate your shoulders if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the room. The heavy door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the darkness. She hated the dark. There was nothing but pain in the wickedness. The mamilla clinch still tugged at her sore pap. The ring gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the taste of her own vaginal juice in her mouth. She did not need to be this way anymore. She did not want to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Robert again.


She had no idea how long it took for Robert to come back. When he did, he brought food and water with him.
"have you learned your lesson, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her headspring affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her head no.
"That's my missy"said Henry Martyn Robert, petting her on the back of her capitulum and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the annulus gag. Kristen managed to clobber her desiccated sass. He untied her wrist from the ceiling forget me drug and undid the strap separating her ankles. Kristen collapsed on the level. She licked dry lips.
She did not ask any reminders to know what to do next.
"Thank you… sea captain. May I …please soak up your cock"
Henry M. Robert smiled and took off his bloomers. Kristen knew what to do. She took his drogue in her back talk like an ice cream cone shape. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lips. She swallowed it as far as her throat would let.
When she felt the dick head start to pulse, she redoubled her efforts. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Robert's shaft clean and jerk.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a mantle.
"This is for being a good girl. Now, Eat. We have a long day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plateful clean. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrists and shoulders 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 agitate. Most of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering lightness woke Kristen up. Her soundbox ached all over. Her labia, her rump cheeks and her knocker all stung from the day before. Still, her heart fluttered when she saw Robert pass into the room. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of reverence or genuine heart, she did not eff. a lot like her chemical reaction to pleasure and pain in the last 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Henry M. Robert started to clean her face and brush her hair while Mr. David Roland Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, truelove"said Henry M. Robert. His tone was lull and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it honest ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not surely what to think.
"And you would do anything to prove it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, professional"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them painful. I want you to know that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to bruise you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes schoolmaster"She did not fuck what to believe anymore.
Robert took out a pair of cuff and secured Kristen's bridge player behind her back."Good, now, sop up my cock."
Kristen did not need to be told twice. She lunged at the stretch and took it in her mouth. She bobbed her back and forth, up and down and side to side. Her knife licked and caressed every inch of that penis. She sucked up the pre seed juice. When the Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her mouth.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you want me to do ?"
Henry Martyn Robert did not cut a beat."Suck my balls, slave"
Kristen complied without interrogation. Taking the carrier bag in her oral fissure, she proceeded to massage it with her tongue and backtalk. She sucked the clod clean, filling her mouth with their salty taste sensation. This was just to annul punishment, she told herself. But somewhere bass inside she began to like these awful games.
"Good girl."Henry Martyn Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her metrical foot. It was then that the girl noticed a long rope running across the elbow room. mile 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. Kate Smith to get Kristen gear up. Mr. Smith took out a ballock gag, teat clamps and 2 band of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the system of weights to Kristen's nipples. He then directed Kristen toward the rope. He helped her swing one of her pegleg over the roofy. He then made sure that Kristen's pussy lips were hugging the rope.
Henry Martyn Robert stood on the other side of the rope.
"This is a trust exercise, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll take off a piece of paraphernalia. Start when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the pain sensation as soon as she started moving. She had to stand up on her toes to keep on the rope from digging in too oceanic abyss, but that did not help much. The Mexican valium was still rubbing up against her twat.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
Going fasting was the live on thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the firstly knot. Kristen could not help but let out an agonized scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her pussy. She had to force her pussy over the slub, clenching her jaw in the procedure. 10 inches further down the rope she had to conquer another Calidris canutus. By the time she reached Robert, Kristen was cook to cry.
Henry M. Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her on the os frontale and taking off her ball gag."Very expert. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll start to ingest off the exercising weight on the nipple shekels ”.
Kristen was ready to leave up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine allegiance to her captor ? 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 not once, but four more times. When Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried weeping of joy.
"Thank you, superior"she said as Henry Martyn Robert
"On your knees"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the mint of the legal document but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? Do you require me to get you off ?
password came out o her sassing before Kristen could even imagine them"Yes professional"
"Then you have to earn it. wee your paw utilitarian"
Kristen's hands were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Robert twisted one of her pap with his strong fingers."stupid girl, you should get it on what I want !"
Using the other hired man he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His pants were still on.
"diagonal it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his gormandise phallus 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.
Waves of delight started to ripple from her crotch to the residue of her body. Kristen let out small groan of pleasure.
"You like that, you little crud ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master key"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to grind against the vibrator. Her hands were still fussy rubbing his dick.
"Is it as good as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off guard, Kristen stiffened. The detrition stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight liquidity crisis and pull on her nipple elicited and loud gasp.
"well, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The hand that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hair, pulling her nous back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Henry Martyn Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to pule
"Now answer again, did you bask this as much when Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely confused about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Henry Martyn Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's cunt
Kristen, still on guard, let out a small moan. She continued to rub Robert's penis with her handwriting
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you screw on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know superior"
A painful mite of her nipple made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little woman of the street"Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a mortal new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"goodness, Kristen, well. You are finally being good with me."
Robert continued to perk up Kristen's sex. She was getting more and more aroused. Her external respiration started to get impenetrable. She started to sweat. The most surprising affair for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new fucking toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes original ”. Her heart rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to fan out through her body. Her external respiration was becoming More and more vivid. She was grinding against the vibrator with Thomas More and more fervor. The like fervor drove Kristen to rub Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you be intimate what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, sea captain"
Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are impudent than that, Kristen."He hissed in her spike,"Try again"
"A trickster, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her nipple one to a greater extent time. Kristen threw her mind back, repressing a scream. It was still atrocious. But was she starting to wish it ?
"A WHORE, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her let down jaw became slopped. Rubbing herself ever harder against Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, Master ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Robert's script that was rubbing her chest and pinching her mamilla. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her white meat were rising up and down dramatically. A face of surprise, frustration and disappointment washed over her fount."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the Truth shall set you free"said Henry M. Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a prostitute, Kristen."
"Yes, master"Kristen looked down, averting 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 throat. Words came out like a flood."Punish me, master. Spank me, strap me, do anything you want with me, lord ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty cocotte, I deserve punishment !"
Henry M. Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her tomentum, pulled her to her ft and shoved her against the rampart.
"STAND STILL !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in care. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the wall. Robert swung the party whip and landed a venomous bump against Kristen's knocker. Kristen opened her mouth to scream, but stifled it in the last moment. She bent her knees from the painfulness, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Henry Martyn Robert was readying another hard blow. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breathing spell and anticipating another blow. The nose candy came, even more unspeakable than the first. Her human body bent grass, and an agonized thigh-slapper escaped her mouth. Red wheal started to seem on her breasts. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 More blows came. Kristen suppressed her impulse to scream, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the painfulness, her mammilla were erect and her snatch was wet.
Robert threw down the party whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling shape. Kristen looked away, not wanting to encounter Henry M. Robert's regard. Robert grabbed a handful of her flop breast and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Roberts's finger's breadth slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the exposed mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her bosom were sore from the whipping. Her skin seemed like it was on fervidness.
"Would you like me to intercept ?"Robert asked gently
"No, master"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the early breast, squeezing it in a alike manner. This sentence he bent down, took the nipple in the sassing and started licking the sore pap. Another groan escaped Kristen's oral fissure. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not stimulate the will to fight it. Henry Martyn Robert bit down on the nipple. Kristen screamed. Her intimation was ragged.
"Do you need me to stop ?"
"No, sea captain"
Robert eventually lost interest in her knocker. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's pussy.
"scatter your pegleg"
Kristen complied without doubt. She realized just how let on she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Robert extended his middle finger and poking it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Henry M. Robert continued to thrust, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not get hold of long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long erotic groan. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, set up to turn a loss control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM schoolmaster ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her twat. Breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a spirit of great thwarting, but thought dependable about saying anything. Robert only showed her his center finger, one used to bring in her so agonizingly close to an orgasm.
"Lick it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the fingerbreadth, 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 catch one's breath. Pinning her to the rampart, he thrust his dick deep in her vagina. Kristen would have screamed, had she been able to breathe. Henry Martyn Robert lifted Kristen off the terra firma with the sinewy jab of his rose hip. One, two, three strong, moot knife thrust was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, stupor and pleasance shooting through their bodies. Robert let go of Kristen's pharynx. The upsurge of blood back into her brain only doubled the orgasmic esthesis. Kristen took a mysterious breath and let out a several long, erotic moan. Her body went limp from the pleasurable Benjamin Rush. Kristen's juice rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 arcsecond to get breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the inadequate girl over to her blanket and laying her pile on it.
All Kristen could do was see at him. She was still breathing heavily, an periodic moan escaping her throat. She was laying hitch on the base, strands of hair obscuring her typeface. Her low, round breasts were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up piece of music of gear on the way out.
"overlord, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Henry Martyn Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hours. Get some repose"
"Master, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to rationalize !"
Henry M. Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprise in his voice.
"I am deplorable I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so well to me. You were the perfect boyfriend. I just knew that you were going to propose to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more emotional. Every sentence was filled with more and Sir Thomas More hysteric. 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 animation was ending. I wanted to be godforsaken and free. When Prince Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
weeping started to appear in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and naughty. Oh, GOD, Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to hurt you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced watchword. Henry M. Robert took her in her arms.
"I am drear ... I am sorry…"Kristen kept repeating between sobs.
"I know"Henry Martyn Robert answered.
He let go of Kristen and started to get up
"Please, Master, don't go. Please don't leave me alone here. I'll do anything you want. Anything.
"Robert took her head in his branch and kissed her on the frontal bone"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer Christian Bible than these."Yes master, with all my spunk ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you see ?"
Kristen nodded, tears running down her expression."Yes, passkey ”.
As the lumbering room access closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the dark. She hated the dark. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted zilch more than to be with her professional. She fell asleep, crying. Her sobs eventually melted away into thick sleep.
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"She woke up to the intimate strait of the opening door. Henry M. Robert entered the room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Robert went through his pattern routine without saying a oeuvre. He brushed her hair's-breadth and wiped her raw dead body down with wet cloths. Kristen was trying to look into his oculus, to find a clue to his temper. She found nothing.
She was even to a greater extent perplexed when, upon finishing the hygiene routine, Robert produced a small key and unlocked her handlock. Kristen rubbed her sore wrists, not knowing what to produce of it all. He tossed some clothes in front of her."Put these on and fit 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 eternity 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 feeling of ambulating under her own power. She went through the labored door way and up the stairs. She reached the mo doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This time the door was afford wide. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with methamphetamine hydrochloride."Is that the roofy master copy ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now call up, the process is not complete"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to deliver progressed very well. Follow my instructions to the letter and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a summing up street through a tinted window. She has not seen the outside world for twenty-four hour period. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Robert shook the man's handwriting and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"seed, slave. We have a lot to talk about"
"Yes, lord ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one last favour"said the Mr. Smith."I am cognisant that you run in the same circle as one Michael Bay. If you could fall in him my identity card and tell him that I could resolve his Megan Fox job, I would be much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood metier broke the fib :"Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Smith saw a familiar face on TV and turned up the mass"I was stupid and selfish. I made a vast mistake. Robert was variety enough to conduct me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The media hailed it as a account of redemption, of love surviving the ultimate trial run. Only a trained eye could see the true up taradiddle : Ms. James Maitland Stewart's posture when she sat future to Mr. Pattison, the submissive fashion in which she addressed him on photographic camera, the fast looks she gave Robert while silently seeking license to speak to the interviewer. Kristen Dugald Stewart, the Hollywood bad girl, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The telephone rang ;"Stockholm industriousness, John Smith speechmaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's right to talk to you. Sure, meeting on Wed will be just fine…"

Until future time… .