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

disavowal : This is fable, it did NOT take place. Fantasy is legal. This fib does not advocate violence against charwoman. If you have any suggestions for this or any early futurity chronicle, delight email me. Don't forget to spay and neuter your deary. Hope you enjoy the story.
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Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's affair caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of grief and anger. And despite his salutary cause to harmonise, the intuitive feeling were not going away.
When a friend of a supporter suggested a sealed topographic point that"fixes these family relationship trouble ”, Henry M. Robert was disbelieving. The business calling card said"Stockholm Industries"and listed a number. The friend did not give much Sir Thomas More detail or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the phone. The whole matter was very closemouthed."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The role on the business lineup was located on the far fringe of East Los Angeles. No sign was posted above or in front of the door, just an authority number. The inside the office Robert found 4 blank Andrew Dickson White wall, simple desk and chairman. There was another threshold on the diametrical incline of the office. The occupant of the desk was a plain looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading shabu and expanding waist gave an effect of a calling spot worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a seat.
"You may prognosticate me Mr. Smith. number one things first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger routine, the services that we offer are very exclusive. You need not only money, but the right connection, which you obviously do. We are closemouthed for a reason. The legality of our divine service is questionable. But we are very good at what we do, and nobody ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Henry Martyn Robert replied"I still don't read how you can serve 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 figure, Mr. Pattison. Your recent breakup with Ms. Kristen Dugald Stewart is public knowledge. Ms. Dugald Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to move on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behaviour modification. If you choose to employ our services, I can guarantee that not only will infidelity no longer be a business organization in your relationship, but Ms. Dugald Stewart well be a lot more consonant and pleasing to you. There will be no more fights or variance. Ms. Dugald Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will put in to your every desire and will stay true to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combination of technique, including bondage, S & M and psychological training. What I can ensure is 100 % achiever rate and that nobody is going to get trauma. However, we have reached the point of no return. If you agree to use our servicing, I will give you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our armed service, this conversation is over. You will never hear from us again. If you contact the police force or the media, they will notice nothing but a legitimate insurance agency. We are dependable at what we do and we have never had problems. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your answer"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"tell me more ”.
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The news frenzy that came after her occasion was revealed do Kristen Stewart to cancel several media appearing. She did not feel like answering any questions about the occasion or the breakup. In fact she did not feel like doing anything for the rest of the week. She made the call option to scrub her designation and dismissed the faculty of her mansion. The sole affair she would be doing for the next 7 days is fucking Rupert drum sander, her new favored boy toy. 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, skinny dungaree and brushing her long reddish brown hair, Kristen made her way toward her bedroom door. A grandiloquent stranger waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom wall. A tongue was pressed to her slender neck opening."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot electric sander"said the block out intruder. Kristen was frozen in awe. The unknown put away the tongue and quickly birl Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The interloper chuckled while tying her wrists behind her"Go ahead and scream, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her deal tightly secured, Kristen was shoved grimace up on top of her bed. The trespasser took out more rope and started tying her ankles.
"What do you require 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 tears"please don't ravishment me !"
Still wearing a smiling on his disguised boldness, the trespasser took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's wind and backtalk, all while pinning her slender bound anatomy to the bed.
The futile but aphrodisiac struggles continued for just a few moment. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her lids closed and her body went limp.
"fountainhead, there goes the fun region"sighed the interloper,"now, where is the brat's mobile phone headphone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her world was dark and cold. The bag was still over her nous. She was laying face down on the floor, her bare nipples pressed against the dusty concrete. Her legs were free, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her head and roll on her back, painfulness shot through her thorn and arms. She tried to joggle her fingerbreadth and realized they were touching high-pitched up spikelet than they were supposed to. She started to panic and breathe faster. She then realized something big and beat was stuck in her mouth.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to hear representative in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will miss her for days"said the other, unfamiliar representative
"sound, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of strong hands grabbed her by the implements of war and set her upright, sitting on her knees. The bag was pulled off her head and Kristen was blinded by the shiny lights.
"trade good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of interrogative, but given your predicament, you are not in the position to ask. If we feel generous, we will answer those questions in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a testis gag in her mouth.
"First affair first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a black eye petition situation. It is designed to not only be painful but to also restrict your cause considerably. So try not to struggle if you want to avoid unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may experience also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to keep you quiet down, but rather to make you drool, mostly for humiliation purposes. feel devoid to cry all you like. Nobody outside these walls can hear you."
By now Kristen's eyes had adjusted to the light. In figurehead of her stood a man in a ski mask and a short party whip in his hand. The Stranger's phonation belonged to him. The sight of him, his clothes and the whip sent shivers down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and bound. Mexican valium were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the former man. He was slowly circling around the 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 dissemble stranger,"there are rules you have to stick with, break them and chance penalisation. Rule 1…
Kristen's judgement 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 ira and confusion. Henry Martyn Robert's expression didn't change. The audio of the whip slicing through the air got her care. The verbalizer was standing right in front of her."Do you empathize the house rules"
A smell of incapacitated mental confusion was all Kristen could supervise
The masked man grabbed the leap girl by the Kuki and loosened the shoulder strap on the formal gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few indorsement to spit the gag out.
"Do you realise the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? ROBERT WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The masked man shoved the clump gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more than prison term, do you understand the convention ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You ameliorate let me go. People will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The dissemble man shoved the ballock gag back into the girls back talk, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's sack some matter up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a week. You were kind enough to invalidate all of your appointment for the succeeding 7 days, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. electric sander, he received a text shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his telephone number. You even issued a statement on your chirrup page announcing the terminus of your relationship and a very devout apology to his family and your fans. In abruptly, cypher will be looking for you for a patch. At this time you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the house prescript, it is elucidate you did not listen them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. First rule is that you will plow me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of bout and used foul oral communication ”. The disguised man looked up at Henry Martyn Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you numeration, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should dispense with the punishment ”, said the disguised man as he handed Henry M. Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a fortune to object, her head was forced down on the ground. She was still on her genu. With her hands tied and her butt straight up in the air, the young lady was the very definition of vulnerability. The first thrash came without warning. The pain across her butt cheek was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonized and prolonged scream.
The shock was quickly followed by fear and an impending feeling of doom.
The second bang of the lash was as shocking as the first. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The 3rd strike of the whip sent an Echo across the pocket-size room. The infliction similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her acantha and throughout the rest of her writhen body. Kristen could not think or understand what was happening to her. Her throat 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 in the neck. Whatever the intellect, Kristen was in bust and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the whip struck her defenceless ass for the 4th time. Time seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the floor with no military capability or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whip for the 5th time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could harbinger through her ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quiet response from behind her. This was the outset time that 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 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 trust ! You have caused me incredible pain ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared astray eyed at Robert. This was the first sentence she has seen such rage.
The way was once again mute. Only two speech sound filled the storage room were the small whimper and SOB that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's hair and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her only warning before she felt Kenneth Roberts penis thrust inside her. Kristen let out a forgetful yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a whore"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 terrible manner. The web of Mexican valium that surrounded her body and kept her hands in a reverse prayer placement only made it forged. Henry M. Robert gave his hips one powerful thrust. pain in the neck shot through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her arm. Kristen's let out a pharyngeal consonant scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know cipher of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Henry M. Robert's sentences was punctuated by a strong pelvic drive. Each jabbing brought on more screams. The howler seemed to bung Robert's lust. The thrusting became more even and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in botheration. The agonized screams were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The intuitive feeling of desperation filled her with panic. She was once again bawling. Her lump gag prevented her from swallowing. As a result she was drooling uncontrollably. In short-circuit, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; stimulation. As Robert continued to make out 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 soundbox started to stag her.
Each thrust sent a wave through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of pain or pleasure, the poor fille could no longer evidence. The tender sensation spread from her loins to the rest of her soundbox. Her judgement was racing, her slew became cloudy. She was doing everything to preclude the seemingly inevitable climax. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, 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 signifier. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her body was still in excruciation. The pain was slowly pass off and so was the flavor of arousal. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Robert pulled on his pants and started to take the air out of the room.
"shuffle surely she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The masked man took out more forget me drug. One end of the rophy was passed through the loop on the ceiling and attached to a pulley block on the side of the wall. The mask man used the other end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's limit conformation. Kristen heard the pulley-block clicking away and found herself being lifted from the base. As the ropes pulled her high-pitched, she once again felt the hurting in her small back and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her groundwork, but her captor continued to commit up on the rope. Soon Kristen was forced to stand on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the rope, Kristen could barely touch the footing with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her trunk. The pain sensation in her dorsum, branch and shoulders was excruciating.
"Try not to run, Ms. Stewart"said the masked man,"movement will only make the pain worse"
The man walked out of the room. The illumination went off. The heavy metal doorway clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with nothing but her painfulness to keep her company. The whimpers and sobs filled the empty infinite.
"I don't want her detriment permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the Monitor. The screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her body wring. Her eyes portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the first sentence I have done this"rebuked Mr. David Roland Smith"I am not in the job of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. Stewart will still be able to operate in her normal surround. 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 matter 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 tardily to bring on if you know the in good order buttons to push. Ms. Stewart has to become submissive to you. She has to be pendant on you. You need to make this relationship strictly about rewards and punishment. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terms. This is dim-witted mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to determine to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. Bring her intellectual nourishment in about an hr. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her nous was completely concentrated on the pain. She was fighting to maintain her cognizance. The pain in the neck was overwhelming. She was beginning to lose her battle.
The chamber doorway opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the visible radiation. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The rage in his eyes 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 soil. Her wooden leg could not reserve her weight and collapsed under her. Robert untied the knot responsible for for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please appease silent."
The ball was removed. Her jaw ached, her mouth was parched. Robert offered her a glass of urine and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be hungry"said Robert in an almost pleasant note.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. verity was, she was very athirst. Her breakfast was belittled and she had nothing to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just Book, Kristen. legal action speak louder. read me just how thankful you are"replied Robert.
Kristen looked at him discombobulate. Robert unzipped his pants and let his stuff penis fall out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's heart bulged at the plenty of his fellow member. She has never performed a blowjob. The very thought process of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stutter and didder her head
"N…N…No…Robert, delight d…don't…"
A slap across the brass startled and shook Kristen. The girl's impertinence was stinging from the impact.
"You thankless bitch !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the testis gag back into her mouth and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more willing 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 struggle against her bail, she did not sense the botheration. But without the pain, her early senses were once again working. Within 10 minutes the sensation of hunger was unbearable. She could crawl proper next to the solid food trough, but het gag did not let her chew or take back. The smell filled her nostrils and made the sensation even more acute accent. This was a different kind of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an timelessness. The door opened once again. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you ready to express your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her brain desperately and moaned through the gag. Henry M. Robert took his prison term undoing the egg gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the clod gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smacking across the face shut Kristen up.
"You will call me superior, and you will beg me to give up you to bollix up me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"trade good, now be a undecomposed whore and beg"
A mi started to take form in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your cock ?"
Henry Martyn Robert unzipped his gasp and let his peter hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her genu toward the waiting Robert. She kept her middle on the now bulging member, hesitant to get close to it. The thought process of putting that thing in her mouth was almost vomit inducing.
"Perhaps you would like wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her fountainhead toward the penis, hesitating just a slight before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the shaft with her mouth ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Robert rolled his eyes."Don't barren my prison term, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a trivial More pressure level with her brim and licked the stern of the penis with the tip of her tongue. She wanted nothing to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the inside of her mouth.
Robert lost patience and grabbed the back of Kristen's scalp, shoving her brain forward and forcing his cock mystifying inside Kristen's pharynx. Kristen gave a frightened yelp, then started to struggle against Robert's suitcase.
"If I feel just one tooth, fancy woman, I will whip you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to sustain her jaw opened. But she could not help but struggle against Henry Martyn Robert's grip. His peter was moving in and out of her throat, making it toilsome to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to turn Henry M. Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was contract on her breathing, which became harder and harder.
Henry Martyn Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his orgasm. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Henry Martyn Robert's hot semen. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's promontory so he could await into her eyes. The sperm was starting to dribble out of her mouth.
"swallow it"he demanded,"you will call for the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to cast off up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare patter it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the urge to throw up. It took several more swallows. While she managed to sustain it down, she could not manipulate the expression of disgust that washed over her face. That manifestation seemed to collapse Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hairsbreadth."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the silver bowl of food in front of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you please untie my arms"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the squawk that you are. Do you interpret that ?"
Kristen knew better than to indicate with him.
The Heavy threshold closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the iniquity. She was tied up and hunched over on her knees. Eating out of a doggie stadium was yet another mortification, but one that she was willing to be with. She shoved her mouth mysterious in to the bowl. By the time she was done, the bowl was licked clean. So was the floor where the range bits of food for thought fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side of meat. The concrete trading floor was heavy and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even rip were no longer an option. She curled herself in the fetal perspective. Her tooth chattered and her dead body shook from the cold. Eventually enfeeblement won over and she passed out.
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When the phone of the room access opening and the bright brightness level 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 despair once again.
Her dead body ached all over. Her butt cheek still stung rom the whipping. Her pussy felt sore from the rape. She could barely feel her work force.
Henry Martyn Robert and the masked man entered the elbow room.
"Mr. Smith is going to untie you, but only if you promise to bear 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. Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Henry M. Robert approached the female child with a bottle of water and some wet rub.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her urine, Henry Martyn Robert started cleaning her face with the wipes. Kristen was a spate. Her haircloth was disheveled, dried rent, saliva and bits of food covered her face.
Robert was very gruntle with her. This was not the Lapp man that raped her the dark before.
"I never really cared for your physical composition or your Goth look, you know"he said casually, brushing her longsighted, reddish brown hair's-breadth,"You are a natural ravisher. You should not hide your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She tried to look calm down, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. David Smith undid her bonds. Kristen was able to move her hands for the maiden metre in many hours. She gasped as pain shot through her blazonry. It would hold a while to regain their full moon mobility.
Mr. Smith turned away from her, putting the circle away in his bag. Soon after, Henry Martyn Robert turned away as well, walking over to the drivel and checking his speech sound.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free. Moreover, the heavy room access was loose and unobstructed. The whole unconscious process took only a few seconds, but Kristen decided to take a run for it.
Her legs were sore and painful. Her sense of correspondence 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 intellect was racing. She was afraid to see back. She just kept on going. After climbing the stair for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a door. She pulled on the handle, but the door would not pass. She pounded on the door, she screamed for aid, but zip helped. Whatever strength carried her up the step was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the threshold 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 footsteps coming from below. The step were moot, lacking urgency or affright. Eventually she saw Henry Martyn Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, saturation hidden in that settle down voice.
"Henry Martyn Robert, please. Let's talking about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you savor lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you assert on betraying me at every play ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her bout flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a handful of Kristen's pilus and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to behave and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to intrust you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stair by her scalp. Kristen continued to choke on her own sobs, grabbing at the walls to keep her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing tart. I extended you a picayune kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to bank you ever again ?"
When they reached the chamber, Robert threw Kristen on the trading floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable sob
"Words, Kristen, just words ! Your actions speak otherwise !"squabble out Robert.
He then addressed to the masked man ;"Mr. Smith, the prostitute 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 articulatio radiocarpea together then did the same to her elbows. He then tied a foresightful composition of rope to Kristen's carpus and hooked the other end on the cap pulley block. He pulled the rope tight enough to kick upstairs the girl's radiocarpal joint as in high spirits as her shoulder joint, but allowed Kristen to continue to resist up straight.
Mr. metalworker then brought out a 3 foot longsighted metallic element Pole with straps attached to each end. The pole was attached to the ankle joint, leaving Kristen's ramification bed covering. The ringing gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again incapacitated and exposed.
Henry Martyn Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the Kuki."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. whip in hand, he took a swing at Kristen's trunk. Kristen let out an agonized belly laugh. A big red welt started to appear across her abdomen. Another swing music of the whip, another gaudy shriek, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whips across the venter, Henry M. Robert walked behind the young woman and started whipping her backbone. More belly laugh followed.
"The first 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front man of Kristen once more. His next swing was aimed squarely at her breasts. The pain in the neck was so vivid, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The next 10 are for trying to hightail it ”. The whip continued to waste Kristen's breasts, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipples. By the clip the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in complete hysteric.
"Now, for the fun part"said Robert
With that he took out two clamps. He attached weights to them. Each weight was the size of it of a golf ball and matter thrice as a great deal. He pulled and flicked Kristen's tit to get them. Kristen let out a trashy squeals. When the nipple clamps were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moans grew louder."Remember,"said Henry M. Robert,"action have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up female child. A quick unzipping sound and she was skewered by Robert's member.
His thrusts were short and quick. The undulation of pleasance pulsed from her cunt to the rest of her soundbox. Meanwhile the needlelike pain from the nipple clinch radiated through her dresser. The miscellanea of painful sensation and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her soundbox reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not understand how she was getting off from rape, but it was the reality. The poor female child tried to suppress the sexual climax but nothing worked. Her breaths became haunt and shallow. Her body started to go into convulsions. Sweat rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing tone ending 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 Robert's enjoyable shrieking. For a while the way was filled with sounds of heavy breathing. Then Robert stood in figurehead of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal succus and spermatozoan.
"clock time to pick it off"he said before sticking his dick in her mouth. The mob gag made it impossible to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"Lick it off, Bitch"Robert said as he inserted his fellow member deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her unspoiled to lick it, but the gook just stayed in her mouth.
It took half an hour to cream it off completely. Henry Martyn Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a lash. He brushed it up against Kristen's face. A sadistic flavour washed over his grimace.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did have one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her brain.
"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 piss, you do not take a crap, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Robert walked around Kristen's bound frame. Whipped her 5 multiplication, lashes coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her hint and tried not to scream.
"Now, you will digest 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 shoulder if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the way. The laborious door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the dark. She hated the shadow. There was nothing but pain sensation in the dark. The nipple clamps 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 sassing. She did not desire to be this way anymore. She did not want to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Henry Martyn Robert again.


She had no idea how long it took for Robert to come back. When he did, he brought food for thought and water with him.
"rich person you learned your deterrent example, 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 girlfriend"said Henry M. Robert, petting her on the binding of her head word and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the ring gag. Kristen managed to lick her dry backtalk. He untied her articulatio radiocarpea from the ceiling rope and undid the straps separating her ankles. Kristen collapsed on the story. She licked dry backtalk.
She did not need any reminders to know what to do next.
"Thank you… passe-partout. May I …please suck your cock"
Robert smiled and took off his pants. Kristen knew what to do. She took his sock in her mouth like an ice cream cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her sassing. She swallowed it as far as her throat would allow.
When she felt the prick beginning to throb, she redoubled her try. And when the hot cum exploded in her back talk, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juice, licking Henry M. Robert's slam clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was yarn-dye.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a blanket.
"This is for being a in effect girl. Now, Eat. We have a long day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plate clean. She then laid down on the mantle. Her wrists and shoulders were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would experience been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to refuse. She has given up trying to struggle. nigh of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering lights woke Kristen up. Her trunk ached all over. Her labia, her butt buttock and her breasts all stung from the day before. Still, her heart fluttered when she saw Henry Martyn Robert walk into the elbow room. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of veneration or genuine affection, she did not know. often like her reactions to pleasure and pain in the last 2 twenty-four hour period, this one was not easily explainable.
Henry Martyn Robert started to clean her font and brush her tomentum while Mr. Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May delight I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Robert. His flavour was calm and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she have in mind it ? Kristen was not sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to test it, wouldn't you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
"Yes, master key"
"I will do matter to you today, Some of them atrocious. I want you to live that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to hurt you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes Master"She did not recognize what to think anymore.
Robert took out a span of handcuff and secured Kristen's bridge player behind her back."Good, now, suck my cock."
Kristen did not need to be told twice. She lunged at the lengthened and took it in her mouth. She bobbed her back and Forth River, up and down and side to side. Her tongue licked and caressed every column inch of that penis. She sucked up the pre semen succus. When the Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her lips.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you want me to do ?"
Robert did not skip a pulse."suction my balls, slave"
Kristen complied without question. Taking the pouch in her mouth, she proceeded to rub down it with her tongue and lip. She sucked the balls unclouded, filling her mouth with their salty taste. This was just to avoid penalty, she told herself. But somewhere oceanic abyss inside she began to like these smutty secret plan.
"Good girl."Henry Martyn Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her feet. It was then that the girl noticed a farsighted R-2 running across the room. Knots were tied all along the length of the rope. Rope was set about waist heights.
"Now, dearest, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her head. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Julia Evelina Smith to get Kristen set. Mr. 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 R-2. He helped her swing one of her legs over the roofy. He then made sure that Kristen's pussy mouth were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the other side of the rope.
"This is a cartel exercise, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll take aim off a while of paraphernalia. come out when you are set up ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to retain the rope from digging in too deep, but that did not avail much. The rophy was still rubbing up against her cunt.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
Going fast was the last thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the first grayback. Kristen could not help but let out an agonized scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the roofy was digging in to her pussy. She had to force her pussy over the gnarl, clenching her jaw in the physical process. 10 inches further down the roach she had to seize another knot. By the time she reached Henry M. Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Henry M. Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her ball gag."Very good. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll startle to subscribe to off the weights on the nipple clams ”.
Kristen was ready to give up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Henry M. Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine loyalty to her capturer ? She did not have it off.
Kristen struggled over every gnarl, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her cognisance from the nuisance on a few occasions. But she completed the cycle not once, but four more than fourth dimension. When Robert finally took her off the rophy, she cried snag of joy.
"Thank you, passkey"she said as Robert
"On your human knee"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the mint of the tool but said nothing.
"Do you want it, knuckle down ? Do you want me to get you off ?
Word came out o her mouthpiece before Kristen could even think them"Yes master key"
"Then you have to earn it. stool your paw useful"
Kristen's hand were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Henry M. Robert twisted one of her tits with his inviolable fingers."Stupid miss, you should know what I want !"
Using the other hand he directed Kristen's bounds hands toward his bulging member. His pants were still on.
"Stroke it, you little harlot ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his engorged member underneath his bloomers
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reward. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's twat, shoved it in and turned it on.
Waves of pleasure started to bubble from her private parts to the balance of her trunk. Kristen let out lowly groan of pleasure.
"You like that, you picayune skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss captain"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to comminute against the vibrator. Her bridge player were still busy rubbing his dick.
"Is it as dear as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off guard, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another mingy squeezing and puff on her nipple elicited and trashy gasp.
"well, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The handwriting that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hair, pulling her head back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you enjoy this as much when Rupert did this ?"Henry Martyn Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely fuddle 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 Henry M. Robert's penis with her hands
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cheat on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know overlord"
A atrocious pinch of her pap made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little whore"Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a individual new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"Good, Kristen, good. You are finally being honest with me."
Henry M. Robert continued to stimulate Kristen's sex. She was getting more and more aroused. Her breathing started to get wakeless. 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 heart charge per unit was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to spread through her torso. Her breathing was becoming more and more than intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more excitation. The Saame excitation drove Kristen to rub Henry Martyn Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you jazz what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, master"
Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A cheater, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her mamilla one more time. Kristen threw her head back, repressing a scream. It was still painful. But was she starting to care it ?
"A WHORE, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her lower jaw became stiff. Rubbing herself ever harder against Henry Martyn 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 hand that was rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Henry M. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breasts were rising up and down dramatically. A look of surprise, foiling and disappointment washed over her face."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you unloosen"said Henry Martyn Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, professional"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 international nautical mile started creeping into Kristen's throat. Bible came out like a flood."Punish me, passe-partout. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, captain ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve punishment !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair's-breadth, pulled her to her foundation and shoved her against the wall.
"sales booth hush !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fear. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the paries. Robert swung the whip and landed a vicious blow against Kristen's titty. Kristen opened her mouth to scream, but stifled it in the final stage mo. She bent her knees from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Henry Martyn Robert was readying another hard bump. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breath and anticipating another blow. The blow came, even more atrocious than the first. Her frame bent, and an agonized riot escaped her mouth. Red wale started to look on her breasts. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more blows came. Kristen suppressed her impulse to scream, only occasionally letting out a whine. Despite the pain in the neck, her nipples were erect and her pussycat was wet.
Henry Martyn Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her vibration strain. Kristen looked away, not wanting to meet Henry Martyn Robert's gaze. Henry M. Robert grabbed a handful of her right white meat and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Roberts's fingers slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the disclose mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her breast were sore from the whipping. Her hide seemed like it was on flame.
"Would you like me to stop ?"Henry M. Robert asked gently
"No, master"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the former white meat, squeezing it in a similar manner. This time he bent down, took the mamilla in the lip and started licking the sore mamilla. Another moan escaped Kristen's back talk. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not possess the will to fight it. Henry M. Robert bit down on the nipple. Kristen screamed. Her breath was ragged.
"Do you want me to end ?"
"No, schoolmaster"
Robert eventually lost interest in her breasts. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's twat.
"gap your legs"
Kristen complied without motion. 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 middle finger and thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Henry Martyn Robert continued to stuff, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not get long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out foresighted titillating moan. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, fix to lose control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her twat. Breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a expression of great foiling, but thought meliorate about saying anything. Henry Martyn Robert only showed her his middle finger, one used to add her so agonizingly faithful to an orgasm.
"Lick it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger, as if she would a phallus. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
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 take a breather. Robert lifted Kristen off the primer coat with the muscular thrusts of his hips. One, two, three warm, deliberated poke was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, jolt and pleasure shooting through their soundbox. Robert let go of Kristen's pharynx. The rush of lineage back into her brain only doubled the orgasmic sensation. Kristen took a mystifying breath and let out a several long, erotic groan. Her body went limp from the pleasurable rush. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and second joint. It took her almost 30 seconds to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Henry M. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the poor girl over to her blanket and laying her John L. H. Down on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional moan escaping her pharynx. She was laying limp on the floor, string of hair obscuring her face. Her small, polish tit were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up pieces of paraphernalia on the way out.
"Master, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hours. Get some rest"
"captain, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to excuse !"
Henry Martyn 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 good to me. You were the perfect young man. I just knew that you were going to purport to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming Thomas More and more emotional. Every sentence was filled with 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 life was ending. I wanted to be savage and exempt. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
snag started to come along in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and blue. Oh, GOD, Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to offend you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced words. Henry M. Robert took her in her arms.
"I am no-count ... 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 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 frontal bone"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer dustup than these."Yes master, with all my nitty-gritty ”.
"Then you will look for me here. Do you realise ?"
Kristen nodded, rip running down her grimace."Yes, superior ”.
As the heavy doorway closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the dark. She hated the dark. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nothing more than to be with her passe-partout. She fell asleep, crying. Her sobbing eventually melted away into deep sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar audio of the gap door. Robert entered the room. Her see fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Henry Martyn Robert went through his normal modus operandi without saying a oeuvre. He brushed her whisker and wiped her naked body down with wet material. Kristen was trying to look into his eyes, to incur a clue to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even more perplexed when, upon finishing the hygiene subroutine, Robert produced a little key and unlocked her handcuffs. Kristen rubbed her sore radiocarpal joint, not knowing what to take a leak of it all. He tossed some clothes in front of her."Put these on and encounter me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the skinny blue jean. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her place. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another life, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The dress felt alien to her. So was the feeling of ambulating under her own power. She went through the heavy door way and up the stairs. She reached the second room access, one that kept her from escaping. This metre the door was open encompassing. She climbed some more step and reached the top. She saw Henry M. Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with glasses."Is that the roach sea captain ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Henry M. 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 got progressed very well. travel along my statement 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 window. She has not seen the alfresco human race for solar day. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Henry M. Robert shook the man's hand and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"come, 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 last favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the Same roofy as one Michael Bay. If you could make him my notice and tell him that I could work his Megan Fox problem, I would be much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood culture medium broke the story :"Kristen Stewart and Henry Martyn Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Captain John Smith saw a companion face on TV and turned up the volume"I was stupe and selfish. I made a immense fault. Henry Martyn Robert was variety enough to take me back. I will forever be grateful to him…"
The media hailed it as a chronicle of redemption, of love surviving the ultimate test. Only a trained eye could see the true history : Ms. Stewart's bearing when she sat following to Mr. Pattison, the submissive style in which she addressed him on photographic camera, the ready looks she gave Robert while silently seeking permit to verbalise to the interviewer. Kristen Jimmy Stewart, the Hollywood bad girlfriend, was completely dominated, subservient to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm Industries, Smith speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's unspoiled to talk to you. for certain, meeting on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until following time… .