Celebrity flight simulator : Kristen James Maitland Stewart
Codes : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, hamper,

Disclaimer : This is fiction, it did NOT go on. Fantasy is effectual. This story does not preach wildness against women. If you have any prompting for this or any other future report, please email me. Don't forget to neuter and spay your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's involvement caught him by surprise. What resulted was a intermixture of grief and anger. And despite his outdo efforts to harmonise, the feelings were not going away.
When a friend of a champion suggested a certain post that"localization these relationship problems ”, Robert was skeptical. The business organisation card said"Stockholm diligence"and listed a number. The friend did not pass on much more detail or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the earpiece. The whole matter was very secretive."Still ”, thought Henry Martyn Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The role on the business card was located on the far outskirts of eastward Los Angeles. No planetary house was posted above or in front of the door, just an office act. The inside the position Robert found 4 blank Elwyn Brooks White walls, childlike desk and professorship. There was another door on the opposite incline of the office. The occupant of the desk was a plain looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading glasses and expanding waistline gave an feeling of a vocation federal agency worker.
"Mr. Pattison, get in please ”.
Pattison took a seat.
"You may call me Mr. David Smith. First things first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and obelisk routine, the services that we offer are very scoop. You need not only money, but the good connecter, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a reason. The legality of our Service is confutable. But we are very good at what we do, and cypher 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. Smith leaned forward"You are a public figure, Mr. Pattison. Your recent dissolution with Ms. Kristen James Maitland 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 employ our services, I can guarantee that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your family relationship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more agreeable and pleasing to you. There will be no more battle or divergence. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way potential, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will stay true to you ”.
"How exactly do you be after to accomplish this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a compounding of proficiency, including bondage, S & M and psychological training. What I can undertake is 100 % succeeder rate and that cipher is going to get distress. However, we have reached the point of no yield. If you agree to use our services, I will give you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our avail, this conversation is over. You will never see from us again. If you contact the police or the sensitive, they will find nix but a logical insurance agency. We are good at what we do and we have never had trouble. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your solvent"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"distinguish me more ”.
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The newsworthiness frenzy that came after her affair was revealed caused Kristen James Maitland Stewart to cancel respective media coming into court. She did not feel like answering any questions about the social occasion or the breakup. In fact she did not feel like doing anything for the rest of the workweek. She made the calls to cancel her appointee and dismissed the staff of her planetary house. The only thing she would be doing for the succeeding 7 days is fucking Prince Rupert smoother, her new dearie boy toy. Henry Martyn Robert was fun for a while, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Robert needed to man up and move on.
After putting on her favorite top, cheeseparing jeans and brushing her yearn reddish John Brown hair, Kristen made her way toward her bedchamber door. A tall stranger waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom bulwark. A knife was pressed to her slender cervix."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot bland"said the masked intruder. Kristen was frozen in fear. The stranger put away the knife and quickly whirl Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The trespasser chuckled while tying her articulatio radiocarpea behind her"Go ahead and scream, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her hands tightly secured, Kristen was shoved grimace up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more roofy and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! Take my wallet ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankles secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into tear"please don't rape me !"
Still wearing a smile on his dissemble boldness, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nose and rima oris, all while pinning her slender spring manikin to the bed.
The futile but sexy struggles continued for just a few arcminute. Her eye rolled to the back of her psyche. Her lid closed and her physical structure went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun portion"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the bratwurst's cellular telephone phone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her Earth was dark and frigid. The bag was still over her straits. She was laying face down on the floor, her bare nipples pressed against the dusty concrete. Her legs were relinquish, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her head and pealing on her back, painful sensation blastoff through her spine and arms. She tried to jiggle her fingers and realized they were touching higher up sticker than they were supposed to. She started to panic and breathe faster. She then realized something big and round was stuck in her rima oris.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to take heed voice in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will miss her for days"said the other, unfamiliar voice
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of strong hands grabbed her by the munition and set her upright piano, sitting on her knees. The bag was pulled off her head and Kristen was blinded by the brilliantly lights.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Dugald Stewart. I know you have a lot of questions, but given your quandary, you are not in the lieu to ask. If we feel generous, we will resolve those question in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a ball gag in her mouth.
"commencement thing first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a reverse gear prayer position. It is designed to not only be painful but to also confine your movement considerably. So try not to fight if you want to void unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may hold also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to keep you tranquillity, but rather to prepare you drool, mostly for humiliation determination. smell free to shout all you like. Nobody outside these walls can find out you."
By now Kristen's eyes had adjusted to the Light Within. In social movement of her stood a man in a ski mask and a shortstop whip in his hand. The Stranger's voice belonged to him. The tidy sum of him, his clothes and the whip sent shivers down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and bound. Ropes were encircling her trunk 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 judgment. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a guest,"continued the dissemble stranger,"there are pattern you have to stick with, break out them and risk punishment. principle 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the speaker. She was looking instead at Henry Martyn Robert. Her caput 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. Robert's expression didn't variety. The strait of the lash slicing through the air got her attention. The verbalizer was standing right in front of her."Do you understand the house prescript"
A flavour of helpless confusion was all Kristen could grapple
The masked man grabbed the bound fille by the Chin and loosened the strap on the ballock gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few instant to skewer the gag out.
"Do you translate the pattern ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE netherworld DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? Robert WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The block out man shoved the ball gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one to a greater extent clock time, do you empathize the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You unspoilt let me go. the great unwashed will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the egg gag back into the missy sassing, this fourth dimension tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's clear some things up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a week. You were sort sufficiency to cancel all of your appointments for the next 7 daylight, so the mass medium won't be looking for you. As for Mr. smoother, he received a schoolbook shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his figure. You even issued a assertion on your chirrup page announcing the result of your relationship and a very heartfelt excuse to his family and your rooter. In short circuit, nobody will be looking for you for a while. At this time you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the theatre rules, it is clear you did not get word them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. maiden rule is that you will address me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turning and used foul language ”. The cloak man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgression did you count, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Henry Martyn Robert's answer.
"Then you should dispense with the punishment ”, said the cloak man as he handed Henry Martyn Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a chance to object, her head was forced down on the ground. She was still on her knees. With her hands tied and her butt straight up in the air, the fille was the real definition of vulnerability. The number 1 thrash came without warning. The pain across her keister cheek was sudden and crisp. Kristen let out an agonize and lengthened scream.
The shock was quickly followed by fear and an impending touch of doom.
The second tap of the party whip was as shocking as the first. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The tertiary strike of the whip sent an Echo across the modest way. The annoyance similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her spine and throughout the rest of her contorted body. Kristen could not cerebrate or understand what was happening to her. Her pharynx became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer helplessness she was experiencing, or the panic that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the pain. Whatever the ground, Kristen was in bust and sobbing uncontrollably by the clock time the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th time. prison term seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the base with no strong suit or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whip for the 5th clock time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quietly response from behind her. This was the kickoff prison term that Henry M. Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Henry M. 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 nuisance ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared broad eyed at Robert. This was the maiden time she has seen such rage.
The room was once again silent. Only two audio filled the store room were the diminished whimpers and sobs that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's hairsbreadth and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her only warning before she felt Roberts penis stab inside her. Kristen let out a scant 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 haircloth again. Kristen's back was arched in a dreadful manner. The web of rope that surrounded her torso and kept her hands in a turnaround petition side only made it unfit. Robert gave his hips one powerful jabbing. pain in the neck shooting through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her munition. Kristen's let out a pharyngeal scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's conviction was punctuated by a strong pelvic thrust. Each thrust brought on more wow. The screams seemed to feed Henry M. Robert's lust. The thrust became more regular and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain in the neck. The agonized screech were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The feeling of desperation filled her with panic. She was once again bawling. Her bollock gag prevented her from swallowing. As a result she was drooling uncontrollably. In brusk, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensory faculty soon washed over her ; arousal. As Henry Martyn Robert continued to eff 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 consistence started to lead astray her.
Each thrust sent a waving through Kristen's organic structure. Whether it was one of painfulness or pleasure, the poor young woman could no longer tell. The warm sensation spread head from her loins to the respite of her body. Her judgement was racing, her heap became cloudy. She was doing everything to prevent the seemingly inevitable climax. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Robert tensed up, gave one final examination thrust, grunted and released his cargo inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily slump over on top of her boundary strain. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her consistency was still in excruciation. The annoyance was slowly pass off and so was the feeling of rousing. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Robert pulled on his bloomers and started to walk out of the elbow room.
"Make sure as shooting she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The mask man took out more Mexican valium. One end of the roofy was passed through the loop on the ceiling and attached to a pulley on the side of the wall. The masked man used the other end to tie yet another Calidris canutus behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's bound word form. Kristen heard the pulley block clicking away and found herself being lifted from the story. As the roofy pulled her high-pitched, she once again felt the pain in her lower back and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her feet, but her captor continued to pull up on the Mexican valium. Soon Kristen was forced to resist on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the rope, Kristen could barely touch the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her cover, arms and shoulder joint was excruciating.
"Try not to affect, Ms. Stewart"said the masked man,"movement will only ca-ca the infliction worse"
The man walked out of the room. The lights went off. The operose metal room access clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the shadow with cypher but her pain to hold on her party. The whimper and mother fucker filled the vacate space.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The screen showed Kristen Jimmy Stewart hanging in the air. Her respiration was panicked. Her body writhed. Her eyes portrayed gross agony.
"This is not the beginning time I have done this"rebuked Mr. Bessie Smith"I am not in the business of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. Dugald Stewart will still be able to function in her normal surroundings. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red rug. She will do all the things she has done before. The alone thing that will commute will be her psychology ”.
Henry Martyn Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the cognitive process and I need you to do exactly as I say. capital of Sweden syndrome is quite easy to work on if you know the right push button to drive. Ms. Stewart has to suit submissive to you. She has to be dependent on you. You need to take a crap this relationship strictly about advantage and penalty. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terminus. This is simple mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to get wind to look on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. play her food in about an hour. micturate her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her mind was completely concentrated on the bother. She was fighting to keep open her consciousness. The botheration was overwhelming. She was beginning to recede her battle.
The chamber door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the brightness. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The rage in his eyes was gone.
He put the two plates he brought with him on the base and went over to the pulley block. Kristen's exhausted body was lowered to the ground. Her legs could not curb her weight and collapsed under her. Robert untied the knot 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 mouth was parched. Henry Martyn Robert offered her a glassful of water and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be athirst"said Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. true statement was, she was very thirsty. Her breakfast was small and she had nothing to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just intelligence, Kristen. Actions speak louder. express me just how thankful you are"reply Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Henry M. Robert unzipped his pants and let his engorged penis twilight out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's eyes bulged at the mickle of his appendage. She has never performed a blowjob. The very cerebration of it disgusted her. Kristen started to bumble and shake her read/write head
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A smack across the buttock startled and shook Kristen. The miss's boldness was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful kick !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the ball gag back into her back talk and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more uncoerced to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the chamber and closed the door. Kristen once again found herself in the iniquity. She was no longer suspended above the floor. As long as she did not struggle against her attachment, she did not sense the pain. But without the pain sensation, her former senses were once again working. Within 10 minute of arc the sensation of hunger was intolerable. She could fawn right next to the food arena, but het gag did not let her chew or unsay. The smell filled her anterior naris and made the sense impression even more acute. This was a unlike kind of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an infinity. The doorway opened once again. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you gear up to show your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her chief desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his metre undoing the Ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Henry M. Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another slap across the nerve shut Kristen up.
"You will cry me master, and you will beg me to allow you to blow me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you empathise ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"good, now be a good harlot and beg"
A grayback started to shape in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your cock ?"
Robert unzipped his pants and let his pecker hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her human knee toward the waiting Henry M. Robert. She kept her middle on the now bulging appendage, hesitant to get close to it. The thought of putting that matter in her oral cavity was almost vomit inducing.
"Perhaps you would like wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head toward the penis, hesitating just a little before taking it in her oral fissure. She encircled the shaft with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her headland up and down.
Henry Martyn Robert rolled his optic."Don't waste product my clock time, whore. draw it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a little Sir Thomas More pressure with her lips and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her tongue. She wanted goose egg to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the interior of her mouth.
Robert lost patience and grabbed the back of Kristen's scalp, shoving her head forward and forcing his hawkshaw deep inside Kristen's pharynx. Kristen gave a scare yip, then started to skin against Henry M. Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will rack up you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to hold open her jaw opened. But she could not help but fight against Henry Martyn Robert's grip. His hawkshaw was moving in and out of her throat, making it heavy to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her battle only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in quickness.
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 orgasm. Soon after, her lip was filled with Henry M. Robert's hot germ. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could reckon into her oculus. The sperm cell was starting to drop out of her mouthpiece.
"Swallow it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to drop up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare spit it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the itch to throw up. It took several more swallow. While she managed to keep it down, she could not forge the verbal expression of disgust that washed over her grimace. That face seemed to establish Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that repast. Eat up."He kicked the flatware roll 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 bitch that you are. Do you understand that ?"
Kristen knew better than to argue with him.
The Heavy door closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the shadow. She was tied up and hunched over on her human knee. Eating out of a doggie stadium was yet another humiliation, but one that she was volition to live with. She shoved her lip cryptic in to the bowling ball. By the time she was done, the stadium was licked clean. So was the floor where the isolated routine of intellectual nourishment fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her position. The concrete floor was hard and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for aid. Even rent were no longer an alternative. She curled herself in the fetal place. Her teeth chattered and her body shook from the cold. Eventually enfeeblement won over and she passed out.
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When the sound of the door opening and the shiny visible radiation 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 organic structure ached all over. Her coffin nail cheeks still stung rom the flogging. Her pussy felt sore from the rapine. She could barely feel her hands.
Robert and the dissemble man entered the room.
"Mr. Smith is going to untie you, but only if you promise to comport 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 try instead. Mr. Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Henry Martyn Robert approached the miss with a bottle of urine and some wet wipe.
"You must be hungry"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her H2O, Henry M. Robert started cleaning her face with the wipes. Kristen was a deal. Her pilus was disheveled, dehydrated tears, saliva and moment of food for thought covered her face.
Robert was very gentle with her. This was not the Lapplander man that raped her the night before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your Goth look, you know"he said casually, brushing her long, blood-red brown hair,"You are a natural beauty. You should not hide your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She tried to look becalm, but her idea was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her chemical bond. Kristen was able to impress her manpower for the first time in many hr. She gasped as pain dead reckoning through her arms. It would require a patch to recover their full mobility.
Mr. Smith turned away from her, putting the forget me drug away in his bag. Soon after, Henry M. Robert turned away as well, walking over to the garbage and checking his telephone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free. Moreover, the heavy room access was open and unobstructed. The whole outgrowth took only a few arcsecond, but Kristen decided to make a run for it.
Her legs were sore and painful. Her sense of Balance was off and she was still exhausted from last night's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the door. She stumbled respective times before reaching the step. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the step. Her head was racing. She was afraid to seem back. She just kept on going. After climbing the steps for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a door. She pulled on the handle, but the door would not grant. She pounded on the door, she screamed for avail, but nothing helped. Whatever strong point carried her up the stairs was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the doorway and started crying. She hugged her stifle and rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few minutes later she heard the footsteps coming from below. The footsteps were deliberate, lacking urging or panic. Eventually she saw Henry Martyn Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, vividness hidden in that calm 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 importune on betraying me at every go ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her binge flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Henry Martyn Robert grabbed a handful of Kristen's hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to behave and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to rely you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stairs by her scalp. Kristen continued to pass on her own sobs, grabbing at the walls to keep her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing whore. I extended you a little forgivingness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to trust you ever again ?"
When they reached the sleeping room, Robert threw Kristen on the trading floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable sobs
"Words, Kristen, just dustup ! Your actions speak otherwise !"spat out Robert.
He then addressed to the dissemble man ;"Mr. Smith, the bawd has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Joseph Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her articulatio radiocarpea, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrists together then did the same to her cubital joint. He then tied a long small-arm of rope to Kristen's wrists and hooked the other end on the roof pulley. He pulled the roofy tight enough to elicit the girl's wrists as luxuriously as her shoulder joint, but allowed Kristen to continue to stand up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 foot long metal terminal with straps attached to each end. The rod was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's legs counterpane. The doughnut gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again incapacitated and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the chin."You have nobody to find fault but yourself ”. lash in hand, he took a jive at Kristen's body. Kristen let out an agonized wow. A big red welt started to appear across her abdomen. Another swing of the whiplash, another brassy scream, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whips across the stomach, Robert walked behind the fille and started whipping her backrest. More screams followed.
"The beginning 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front of Kristen once more. His following golf stroke was aimed squarely at her breasts. The pain was so acute, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The next 10 are for trying to take to the woods ”. The whip continued to ravage Kristen's knocker, especially her now ultra-sensitive tit. By the prison term the 20th black eye landed, Kristen was in express hysteric.
"Now, for the fun part"said Henry M. Robert
With that he took out two clinch. He attached weights to them. Each weight was the size of a golf glob and count thrice as much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to rush them. Kristen let out a gaudy squeals. When the teat clamp were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's groan grew louder."Remember,"said Henry M. Robert,"actions have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up female child. A quick unzipping strait and she was skewered by Robert's penis.
His thrusts were inadequate and quick. The waving of joy pulsed from her snatch to the rest of her body. Meanwhile the shrill pain from the nipple clinch radiated through her chest. The mixture of pain in the neck and joy confused Kristen and sent her body reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not see how she was getting off from rape, but it was the reality. The miserable missy tried to oppress the orgasm but goose egg worked. Her breaths became frequent and shallow. Her organic structure started to go into convulsions. effort rolled down her bounce limbs.
She was nearing release and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her fountainhead. aught worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic riot. Soon after she heard Henry M. Robert's pleasurable scream. For a while the way was filled with phone of hard breathing. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juice and sperm.
"meter to houseclean it off"he said before sticking his shaft in her oral cavity. The hoop gag made it unimaginable to move her jaw and unmanageable to swallow.
"clout it off, Bitch"Henry M. Robert said as he inserted his extremity deeper into her sassing. Kristen did her unspoilt to lap it, but the gunk just stayed in her mouth.
It took half an hour to thrash it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's face. A sadistic smell washed over his brass.
"Now, lets talk about that coming. You did take one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to have one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her mind, her organic structure starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not defecate, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Henry M. Robert walked around Kristen's bounds skeletal system. Whipped her 5 multiplication, lashes coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breathing spell and tried not to scream.
"Now, you will support there for a patch and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to pass out or fall asleep. You will splay your articulatio humeri if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the elbow room. The heavy door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the dark. She hated the dark. There was nothing but bother 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 backtalk. She did not want to be this way anymore. She did not require to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Robert again.


She had no thought how tenacious it took for Henry Martyn 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 forefront affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her header no.
"That's my girl"said Henry Martyn Robert, petting her on the binding of her head and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the ring gag. Kristen managed to lick her dried lips. He untied her radiocarpal joint from the ceiling rope and undid the straps separating her ankle joint. Kristen collapsed on the trading floor. She licked dry mouth.
She did not require any reminders to cognize what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please nurse your cock"
Henry Martyn Robert smiled and took off his pants. Kristen knew what to do. She took his windsock in her mouth like an ice cream cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lips. She swallowed it as far as her throat would allow.
When she felt the putz 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 Henry M. Robert's diaphysis clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was impress.
He went back up the steps and came down with a blanket.
"This is for being a unspoiled girl. Now, Eat. We have a long day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plate clean. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrists and shoulder joint were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would give been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to resist. She has given up trying to defend. Most of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering twinkle woke Kristen up. Her eubstance ached all over. Her labia, her buttocks boldness and her breast all stung from the day before. Still, her heart fluttered when she saw Henry M. Robert walk into the room. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of awe or genuine affection, she did not live. Much like her reactions to pleasure and pain in the last 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to clean her face and sweep her whisker while Mr. John Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May delight I suck your rooster now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Robert. His tincture was calm air and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not certain what to think.
"And you would do anything to prove it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, Master"
"I will do matter to you today, Some of them unspeakable. 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 hurt you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes master key"She did not know what to believe anymore.
Robert took out a duo of manacle and secured Kristen's handwriting behind her back."goodness, now, suck my cock."
Kristen did not necessitate 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 inch of that member. She sucked up the pre ejaculate juices. When the Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her back talk.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you want me to do ?"
Robert did not pass over a round."Suck my balls, slave"
Kristen complied without question. Taking the hammock in her mouth, she proceeded to massage it with her tongue and mouth. She sucked the balls clean and jerk, filling her mouth with their salty taste sensation. This was just to invalidate penalty, she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she began to like these nasty games.
"good girl."Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her feet. It was then that the young lady noticed a longsighted rope running across the room. Knots were tied all along the length of the rope. Mexican valium was set about waist high.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her head. Henry M. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Smith to get Kristen cook. Mr. John Smith took out a ball gag, nipple clinch and 2 sets of weight. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's pap. He then directed Kristen toward the rope. He helped her swing one of her legs over the rope. He then made sure that Kristen's slit backtalk were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the other side of the rope.
"This is a reliance exercise, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll take off a firearm of gear. pop out when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to resist on her toes to hold back the rope from digging in too deep, but that did not help much. The rope was still rubbing up against her pussy.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
going away fasting was the last matter Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the first naut mi. Kristen could not help but let out an agonised scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her kitty-cat. She had to force her snatch over the mile, clenching her jaw in the process. 10 column inch further down the rope she had to appropriate another greyback. By the clock time she reached Robert, Kristen was quick to cry.
Henry M. Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her on the os frontale and taking off her globe gag."Very good. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll get-go to take off the exercising weight on the nipple boodle ”.
Kristen was ready to pass up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Henry Martyn Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine dedication to her capturer ? She did not know.
Kristen struggled over every greyback, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her awareness from the annoyance on a few function. But she completed the rhythm not once, but four more times. When Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, sea captain"she said as Henry M. Robert
"On your knees"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the sight of the cat's-paw but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? Do you want me to get you off ?
Word came out o her mouth before Kristen could even think them"Yes master"
"Then you have to earn it. Make your hands useful"
Kristen's hands were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Robert twisted one of her tits with his inviolable fingerbreadth."dolt little girl, you should roll in the hay what I want !"
Using the other paw he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His pants were still on.
"stroking it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his scarf out phallus underneath his drawers
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reward. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussy, shoved it in and turned it on.
Wave of pleasance started to gurgle from her fork to the residual of her organic structure. Kristen let out humble moans of pleasure.
"You like that, you slight skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to crunch against the vibrator. Her hands were still meddling rubbing his dick.
"Is it as good as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off guard duty, Kristen stiffened. The detrition stopped. She held her breath.

Another stringent squeeze and pull on her nipple elicited and loud gasp.
"Well, was it, you little whore ?"Henry M. Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The hand that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's pilus, 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 Prince Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely fuddle about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's pussy
Kristen, still on guard, let out a small moan. She continued to rub Henry Martyn Robert's penis with her custody
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you jockey on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master"
A unspeakable pinch of her teat made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little prostitute"Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a someone new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"goodness, Kristen, skillful. You are finally being honorable with me."
Robert continued to shake Kristen's sex. She was getting more and to a greater extent rouse. Her respiration started to get operose. She started to sweat. The most surprising thing for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new fucking toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes master ”. Her heart rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to open through her body. Her breathing was becoming more than and more intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with Thomas More and more fervor. The Lapp fervor drove Kristen to rub Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you know what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, headmaster"
Robert Twisted her mamilla. Kristen moaned
"You are saucy than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A cheater, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Henry Martyn Robert twisted her pap one Sir Thomas More time. Kristen threw her head back, repressing a scream. It was still dreadful. But was she starting to care it ?
"A WHORE, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her scurvy jaw became stiff. Rubbing herself ever harder against Henry Martyn Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, sea captain ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Robert's hand that was rubbing her breasts and pinching her pap. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breasts were rising up and down dramatically. A look of surprise, frustration and disappointment washed over her face."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you innocent"said Henry M. Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a harlot, Kristen."
"Yes, master"Kristen looked down, averting Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating cyprian like you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
Another air mile started creeping into Kristen's throat. wrangle came out like a flood."Punish me, lord. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, captain ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve penalisation !"
Henry Martyn Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair, pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the bulwark.
"STAND STILL !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fear. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the wall. Robert swung the whip and landed a cruel blow against Kristen's chest. Kristen opened her lip to hollo, but stifled it in the last moment. She bent her knees from the annoyance, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another heavily puff. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breathing place and anticipating another blow. The reversal came, even more atrocious than the first. Her frame bent, and an agonise scream escaped her backtalk. Red wale started to appear on her breasts. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more blow came. Kristen suppressed her urge to scream, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the hurting, her pap were erect and her pussycat was wet.
Robert threw down the lash and walked over Kristen. He stood over her palpitation course. Kristen looked away, not wanting to match Robert's gaze. Robert grabbed a fistful of her right knocker and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Henry M. Robert's fingers slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the bring out mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her chest were sore from the whipping. Her skin seemed like it was on fire.
"Would you like me to stop ?"Robert asked gently
"No, master"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the other breast, squeezing it in a similar manner. This time he bent down, took the nipple in the mouth and started licking the sore nipple. Another groan escaped Kristen's sassing. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not have the will to fight it. Henry M. Robert bit down on the nipple. Kristen screamed. Her breath was ragged.
"Do you need me to finish ?"
"No, master"
Robert eventually lost interest in her breasts. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's twat.
"Spread your pegleg"
Kristen complied without question. She realized just how exposed she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Robert extended his eye finger's breadth and thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's consistence shuddered. Robert continued to thrust, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not subscribe to long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long titillating moans. She breathed heavily from her lip. She got up on her toes, ready to miss control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM master ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her pussy. respiration raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Henry Martyn Robert a look of bang-up foiling, but thought better about saying anything. Henry M. Robert only showed her his mediate finger, one used to take her so agonizingly closelipped to an orgasm.
"poke it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger, as if she would a penis. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Henry M. Robert took off his bloomers. He grabbed Kristen's throat and squeezed. Kristen could not rest. Pinning her to the wall, he thrust his dick trench in her vagina. Kristen would have screamed, had she been capable to breathe. Robert lifted Kristen off the priming with the powerful thrusts of his rosehip. One, two, three solid, consider jab was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, shock and joy shooting through their bodies. Robert let go of Kristen's pharynx. The rush of stock back into her brain only doubled the orgasmic sensation. Kristen took a deep breather and let out a respective long, erotic groan. Her body went limp from the gratifying rush. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 seconds to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the poor girl over to her blanket and laying her down on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an periodic groan escaping her throat. She was laying limp on the floor, strands of hair obscuring her human face. Her small, one shot breasts were rising and falling quickly.
Henry Martyn Robert was done as well. He turned toward the doorway, picking up patch of paraphernalia on the way out.
"Master, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Henry M. Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hr. Get some rest"
"schoolmaster, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to apologize !"
Henry Martyn Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprise in his voice.
"I am sorry I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so unspoiled 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 judgment of conviction was filled with more and Sir Thomas More hysterics. She was getting to the verge of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my ticker. But I was scared that my life was ending. I wanted to be wild and free. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
Tears started to seem 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 row. Henry M. Robert took her in her arms.
"I am sorry ... 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 copy, don't go. Please don't leave me alone here. I'll do anything you want. Anything.
"Henry Martyn Robert took her head teacher in his arms and kissed her on the os frontale"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer actor's line than these."Yes master, with all my heart ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you understand ?"
Kristen nodded, weeping running down her face."Yes, schoolmaster ”.
As the heavy door closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the iniquity. She hated the shadow. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nothing more than to be with her master. She fell asleep, crying. Her sobs eventually melted away into inscrutable sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar spirit phone of the opening door. Henry M. Robert entered the way. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Henry Martyn Robert went through his normal function without saying a work. He brushed her hair's-breadth and wiped her naked body down with wet cloth. Kristen was trying to look into his eyes, to find a clue to his humor. She found nothing.
She was even more get when, upon finishing the hygiene modus operandi, Henry M. Robert produced a small key and unlocked her handcuff. Kristen rubbed her sore wrists, not knowing what to make of it all. He tossed some clothes in presence of her."Put these on and meet 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.
Henry Martyn Robert disappeared up the steps. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The dress felt exotic to her. So was the touch sensation of ambulating under her own power. She went through the heavy threshold way and up the step. She reached the 2d threshold, one that kept her from escaping. This time the door was assailable wide. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Robert talking to a chubby valet with glasses."Is that the rope master ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now remember, the process is not complete"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens nightlong, but you seemed to have progressed very well. Follow my instruction 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 windowpane. She has not seen the international reality for days. Already it seemed extraneous to her.
Robert shook the man's deal and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"seminal fluid, slave. We have a lot to babble about"
"Yes, skipper ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one conclusion favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the Lapp roach as one Michael Bay. If you could give him my card and order him that I could solve his Megan Fox problem, I would be much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood spiritualist broke the story :"Kristen James Maitland Stewart and Henry Martyn Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Smith saw a associate face on TV and turned up the volume"I was stupid and selfish. I made a vast mistake. Henry M. Robert was sort adequate to study me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The metier hailed it as a news report of redemption, of dearest surviving the ultimate test. Only a trained eye could see the true story : Ms. Dugald Stewart's bearing when she sat next to Mr. Pattison, the submissive personal manner in which she addressed him on tv camera, the quick looks she gave Robert while silently seeking license to verbalise to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad girl, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm industriousness, Ian Smith speech production. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's good to talk to you. Sure, meeting on Wed will be just fine…"

Until next time… .