fame trainer : Kristen James Maitland Stewart
computer code : MF, nc, colza, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, adhesiveness,

disclaimer : This is fiction, it did NOT materialize. fancy is sound. This level does not advocate violence against char. If you have any trace for this or any early future tarradiddle, delight email me. Don't forget to neuter and spay your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
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Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's function caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of grief and choler. And despite his best endeavour to patch up, the feelings were not going away.
When a Quaker of a Quaker suggested a certain place that"localisation these relationship job ”, Robert was skeptical. The business card said"capital of Sweden industriousness"and listed a number. The friend did not pay much more detail or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an designation on the sound. The all thing was very close."Still ”, thought Henry Martyn Robert,"it's worth a looking ”.
The office on the business card was located on the far fringe of E Los Angeles. No sign was posted above or in front end of the threshold, just an office number. The inside the office Robert found 4 dummy white-hot wall, simple desk and chairs. There was another door on the opposite English of the office. The occupier of the desk was a knit looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading glasses and expanding waistline gave an impression of a career office worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a bum.
"You may call me Mr. John Smith. First affair 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 good connectedness, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a reason. The legality of our services is questionable. But we are very good at what we do, and nobody ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Robert replied"I still don't realise 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 image, Mr. Pattison. Your recent separation with Ms. Kristen Stewart is public knowledge. Ms. James Maitland Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to strike on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behavior limiting. If you choose to apply our services, I can insure that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your relationship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more accordant and pleasing to you. There will be no more combat or divergence. Ms. Dugald Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will defer to your every desire and will stay truthful to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combination of techniques, including thraldom, S & M and psychological education. What I can guarantee is 100 % success pace and that nonentity is going to get distress. However, we have reached the stop of no return. If you agree to use our military service, I will pay you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our services, this conversation is over. You will never find out from us again. If you contact the police or the media, they will find zilch but a legitimate insurance federal agency. We are trade good at what we do and we have never had trouble. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your solution"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"Tell me Thomas More ”.
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The news frenzy that came after her affair was revealed caused Kristen Stewart to cancel several media visual aspect. She did not palpate like answering any doubt about the affair or the breakup. In fact she did not palpate like doing anything for the rest of the week. She made the calls to cancel her appointments and dismissed the staff of her sign. The solitary thing she would be doing for the next 7 solar day is fucking Prince Rupert Sanders, her new favorite boy toy. Henry M. Robert was fun for a while, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Robert needed to man up and act on.
After putting on her pet top, skinny jeans and brushing her long red brown whisker, Kristen made her way toward her sleeping room threshold. A grandiloquent stranger waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom wall. A knife was pressed to her slender neck."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot smoother"said the disguised intruder. Kristen was frozen in fear. The stranger put away the tongue and quickly spun Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her wrists behind her"Go ahead and scream, princess, there is nonentity here but us ”.
With her hands tightly secured, Kristen was shoved facial expression up on top of her bed. The interloper took out more rope and started tying her ankles.
"What do you require from me ? ? ? I have money ! train my notecase ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankle secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into crying"please don't colza me !"
Still wearing a smile on his block out face, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's scent and lip, all while pinning her slender boundary form to the bed.
The futile but sexy conflict continued for just a few minutes. Her eyes rolled to the back of her promontory. Her chapeau closed and her body went limp.
"fountainhead, there goes the fun part"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the brat's cell earpiece ?"


When Kristen woke up, her world was dark and frigidity. The bag was still over her header. She was laying human face down on the floor, her bare mamilla pressed against the coldness concrete. Her legs were disengage, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to actuate her point and whorl on her back, pain blastoff through her rachis and arms. She tried to joggle her fingerbreadth and realized they were touching higher up spinal column than they were supposed to. She started to panic and breathe faster. She then realized something big and round was stuck in her mouth.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to hear articulation in the way. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will miss her for days"said the other, unfamiliar interpreter
"expert, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of strong manpower grabbed her by the arms and set her upright, sitting on her knee. The bag was pulled off her head and Kristen was blinded by the promising lights.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of questions, but given your quandary, you are not in the situation to ask. If we feel generous, we will answer those questions in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a ball gag in her mouth.
"First things first"Said the alien"You are tied up in a reverse prayer side. It is designed to not only be atrocious but to also throttle your movement considerably. So try not to shinny if you want to avoid unneeded pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to keep you quiet, but rather to make you drool, mostly for humiliation determination. tone innocent to scream all you like. Nobody outside these walls can hear you."
By now Kristen's eyes had adjusted to the light. In front of her stood a man in a ski mask and a curtly whip in his hand. The alien's voice belonged to him. The sight of him, his clothes and the whip sent shivers down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and bound. Ropes were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the other man. He was slowly circling around the elbow room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"ROBERT ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her intellect. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a Edgar Albert Guest,"continued the masked unknown,"there are rules you have to follow, split them and risk penalisation. Rule 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the speaker. She was looking instead at Robert. Her heading 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 anger and muddiness. Robert's formula didn't variety. The auditory sensation of the party whip slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in front of her."Do you understand the household linguistic rule"
A spirit of helpless confusion was all Kristen could manage
The dissemble man grabbed the bounds girl by the chin and loosened the strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few seconds to spit the gag out.
"Do you understand the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? Henry Martyn Robert WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The disguise man shoved the ball gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more time, do you realize the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU shit ! ! ! You better let me go. People will be looking for me. Prince Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the orchis gag back into the girls mouth, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. James Maitland Stewart. Let's exculpated some thing up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a hebdomad. You were kind enough to cancel all of your appointments for the following 7 days, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. smoother, he received a text shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his number. You even issued a argument on your twitter page announcing the expiration of your relationship and a very heartfelt apology to his house and your fan. In short, nobody will be looking for you for a while. At this time you are completely at our clemency ”.
"As for the house rules, it is net you did not hear them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. First prescript is that you will address me as sir and Mr. Pattison as original. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turn and used pollute words ”. The masked man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you count, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should mete out with the penalization ”, said the masked man as he handed Henry M. Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a chance to object, her headway was forced down on the flat coat. She was still on her knees. With her mitt tied and her butt straight up in the air, the young woman was the very definition of vulnerability. The number 1 thrash came without warning. The painfulness across her butt joint cheek was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonized and prolonged scream.
The shock was quickly followed by veneration and an impending feeling of doom.
The second strike of the whiplash was as shocking as the first. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the measure of nuisance she was in was overwhelming.
The third strike of the whip sent an echo across the small room. The nuisance similarly echoed from her tail, through her pricker and throughout the residual of her contorted trunk. Kristen could not think or empathise 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 infliction. Whatever the reason, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th time. Time seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the floor with no potency 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 chunk gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a subdued reaction from behind her. This was the foremost time that Henry Martyn Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in front of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting office
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my corporate trust ! You have caused me incredible pain sensation ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Robert. This was the 1st time she has seen such rage.
The room was once again understood. Only two sound filled the storage way were the small whimpers and motherfucker that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's hair's-breadth and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her just warning before she felt Richard J. Roberts penis poking inside her. Kristen let out a short 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 painful manner. The web of ropes that surrounded her body and kept her hands in a verso prayer status only made it tough. Robert gave his hip joint one hefty poke. infliction guesswork through Kristen's scalp, down her back and through her blazonry. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's sentences was punctuated by a hard pelvic thrust. Each thrust brought on more screams. The screams seemed to feed Robert's lust. The thrusts became more habitue and shop. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain. The agonized howler were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The tactile sensation of desperation filled her with panic. She was once again bawling. Her formal gag prevented her from swallowing. As a result she was drooling uncontrollably. In brusk, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; arousal. As Henry M. Robert continued to fuck her, she felt her loins fashion plate."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in suffering. Not only was she bound, helpless and abused, but now her own eubstance started to lead astray her.
Each thrust sent a moving ridge through Kristen's organic structure. Whether it was one of pain in the neck or pleasure, the pitiful young lady could no longer tell. The warm sensation bed covering from her loins to the rest of her dead body. Her intellect was racing, her sight 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 driving force, grunted and released his consignment inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily slump over on top of her bounds frame. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her body was still in excruciation. The botheration was slowly attenuation and so was the feeling of arousal. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Robert pulled on his trouser and started to walk out of the way.
"brand trusted she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The masked man took out more R-2. One end of the rope was passed through the loop on the roof and attached to a pulley block on the side of the wall. The masked man used the early end to tie yet another grayback behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's bound form. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the floor. As the ropes pulled her higher, she once again felt the bother in her lower back and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her feet, but her captor continued to get out up on the rophy. Soon Kristen was forced to endure on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her capturer finally stopped pulling up the rope, Kristen could barely relate the primer with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her trunk. The pain in her back, arms and shoulders was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Stewart"said the dissemble man,"trend will only hit the pain bad"
The man walked out of the way. The lights went off. The enceinte metallic element room access clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the night with nothing but her painfulness to keep her society. The whimpers and son of a bitch filled the void space.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Henry Martyn Robert Pattison. He was watching the proctor. The projection screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her consistence wring. Her optic portrayed emit agony.
"This is not the first time I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the business enterprise of maiming mass. When this is done, Ms. Stewart will still be able to officiate in her normal environment. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red carpet. She will do all the things she has done before. The only affair that will change will be her psychology ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the cognitive process and I need you to do exactly as I say. Stockholm syndrome is quite easy to convey on if you know the right buttons to push. Ms. Dugald Stewart has to become submissive to you. She has to be qualified on you. You need to make this relationship strictly about wages and punishments. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own footing. This is simple-minded mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to learn to look on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. lend her food in about an hour. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her psyche was completely concentrated on the pain sensation. She was fighting to keep her cognisance. The pain sensation was overwhelming. She was beginning to lose her struggle.
The bedchamber door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The passion in his eyes was gone.
He put the two plates he brought with him on the flooring and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted body was lowered to the ground. Her branch could not restrain her weight and collapsed under her. Robert untied the knot creditworthy for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some solid food"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please stay silent."
The ball was removed. Her jaw ached, her oral fissure was parched. Robert offered her a glass of water system and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be thirsty"said Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. trueness was, she was very thirsty. Her breakfast was low and she had goose egg to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just words, Kristen. Actions speak louder. Show me just how thankful you are"replied Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Robert unzipped his drawers and let his engorged penis free fall out."No dentition now ”, he warned.
Kristen's oculus bulged at the passel of his member. She has never performed a cock sucking. The very thought of it disgusted her. Kristen started to bumble and shake her head
"N…N…No…Robert, delight d…don't…"
A slap across the brass startled and shook Kristen. The girl's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful bitch !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the ball gag back into her sassing and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more willing to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the chamber and closed the threshold. 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 adherence, she did not experience the pain sensation. But without the pain in the neck, her former senses were once again working. Within 10 minutes the sense of hunger was unbearable. She could crawl right future to the food bowl, but het gag did not let her chew or eat up. The smell filled her nostrils and made the sense datum even more acute. This was a different kind of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an infinity. The door opened once again. Henry M. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you ready to express your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her head desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his time undoing the orb gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the clump gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smack across the aspect shut Kristen up.
"You will call me master, and you will beg me to allow you to blow me !"Yelled Henry M. Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feast you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"goodness, now be a good cocotte and beg"
A knot started to take shape in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your rooster ?"
Robert unzipped his pants and let his dick hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her knees toward the waiting Robert. She kept her eye on the now bulging member, hesitant to get close to it. The opinion of putting that thing in her mouth was almost vomit inducing.
"Perhaps you would wish hold another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head word toward the penis, hesitating just a piffling before taking it in her sass. She encircled the shaft with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her question up and down.
Henry M. Robert rolled his eyes."Don't permissive waste my time, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a piffling Sir Thomas More pressure with her rim and licked the bottom of the member with the tip of her lingua. She wanted nada to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the interior of her mouth.
Henry Martyn Robert lost forbearance and grabbed the rear of Kristen's scalp, shoving her caput forward and forcing his dick inscrutable inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a frightened yip, then started to struggle against Robert's clasp.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will whip you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took caution to keep her jaw opened. But she could not help oneself but fight against Robert's handle. His putz was moving in and out of her throat, making it surd to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in facility.
All Kristen could do was concentrate 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 M. Robert's hot seed. Henry M. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could look into her oculus. The sperm was starting to drip out of her mouth.
"sup it"he demanded,"you will involve the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to throw up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare skewer it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the urge to discombobulate up. It took several more drink. While she managed to celebrate it down, she could not talk through one's hat the reflection of disgust that washed over her face. That expression seemed to give Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the atomic number 47 bowl of food for thought in front of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you please unlace my weaponry"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Henry M. Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that solid food like the gripe that you are. Do you understand that ?"
Kristen knew substantially 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 barker bowl was yet another humiliation, but one that she was willing to dwell with. She shoved her mouth deep in to the bowl. By the time she was done, the bowl was licked clean. So was the flooring where the isolated scrap of food fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete flooring was hard and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even tear were no longer an option. She curled herself in the fetal position. Her teeth chattered and her dead body shook from the cold. Eventually exhaustion won over and she passed out.
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When the sound of the threshold orifice and the bright lights woke her, she did not know where she was. She was hoping that the horrors of the night before were just a bad dream. When she managed to open her eyes, she fell into despair once again.
Her consistence ached all over. Her butt cheeks still stung rom the lashing. Her slit felt sore from the rape. She could barely feel her hands.
Henry Martyn Robert and the masked man entered the elbow room.
"Mr. Smith is going to untie you, but only if you promise to behave yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to speak, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her listen instead. Mr. Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Henry M. Robert approached the girl with a bottle of pee and some wet wipes.
"You must be athirst"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Henry Martyn Robert started cleaning her face with the wipes. Kristen was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, dehydrated bust, saliva and act of nutrient covered her face.
Henry M. Robert was very lenify with her. This was not the same man that raped her the Night before.
"I never really cared for your composition or your barbarian smell, you know"he said casually, brushing her prospicient, red brown hair,"You are a natural beauty. You should not obscure your feature ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other shoe to pearl. She tried to await calm, but her judgement was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her bond certificate. Kristen was capable to run her hands for the world-class time in many 60 minutes. She gasped as pain scene through her limb. It would take a while to regain their full mobility.
Mr. Smith turned away from her, putting the ropes away in his bag. Soon after, Robert turned away as well, walking over to the garbage and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free people. Moreover, the profound door was afford and unobstructed. The totally physical process took only a few seconds, but Kristen decided to cause a run for it.
Her legs were sore and unspeakable. 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 several times before reaching the step. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the stairs. Her mind was racing. She was afraid to attend back. She just kept on going. After climbing the steps for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a doorway. She pulled on the hold, but the door would not give. She pounded on the door, she screamed for supporter, but nothing helped. Whatever military posture carried her up the step was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the room access and started crying. She hugged her knees and rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few minutes later she heard the footsteps coming from below. The stride were debate, lacking importunity or affright. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, intensity hidden in that serene voice.
"Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you savour lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you insist on betraying me at every turn ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her teardrop flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a fistful of Kristen's tomentum and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to act 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 asphyxiate on her own sobs, grabbing at the paries to observe her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing fancy woman. I extended you a little kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to trust you ever again ?"
When they reached the chamber, Henry Martyn Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable asshole
"words, Kristen, just words ! Your actions speak otherwise !"bickering out Henry M. Robert.
He then addressed to the disguise man ;"Mr. Smith, the whore has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrists, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrists together then did the same to her elbows. He then tied a long piece of rope to Kristen's radiocarpal joint and hooked the former end on the ceiling pulley. He pulled the rophy tight enough to evoke the young lady's articulatio radiocarpea as high as her shoulders, but allowed Kristen to stay on to stand up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 invertebrate foot foresightful metal rod with straps attached to each end. The pole was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's legs spread. The ring gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again 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 swing at Kristen's trunk. Kristen let out an agonized scream. A big red welt started to appear across her abdomen. Another swinging of the whip, another loud screech, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whiplash across the belly, Robert walked behind the lady friend and started whipping her back. to a greater extent thigh-slapper followed.
"The get-go 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in straw man of Kristen once more. His next vacillation was aimed squarely at her breasts. The pain was so acute, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The next 10 are for trying to elude ”. The party whip continued to waste Kristen's breasts, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipples. By the clock time the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in arrant hysterics.
"Now, for the fun component"said Henry M. Robert
With that he took out two clamps. He attached weightiness to them. Each weight was the sizing of a golf ball and weighed thrice as much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's mamilla to arouse them. Kristen let out a loud squeals. When the nipple clinch were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's groan grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"actions have issue ”.
He waked behind the trussed up female child. A quick unzipping sound and she was skewered by Robert's penis.
His thrusts were myopic and flying. The waves of pleasure pulsed from her pussy to the rest of her body. Meanwhile the sharp pain from the nipple clamp radiated through her chest. The potpourri of pain and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her trunk reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not infer how she was getting off from colza, but it was the reality. The poor girl tried to oppress the orgasm but nix worked. Her breaths became frequent and shallow. Her consistency started to go into fit. lather rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing firing 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 pleasurable screech. For a while the room was filled with strait of profound external respiration. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juices and sperm cell.
"Time to clean it off"he said before sticking his cock in her mouth. The ring gag made it out of the question to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"Lick it off, Bitch"Robert said as he inserted his member deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her best to lap it, but the gunk just stayed in her mouthpiece.
It took half an hour to lick it off completely. Henry M. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whiplash. He brushed it up against Kristen's face. A sadistic flavour washed over his face.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did feature one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to have got one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her body starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not shit, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Henry M. Robert walked around Kristen's bound underframe. Whipped her 5 fourth dimension, lashes coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to scream.
"Now, you will stomach there for a while and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to pass out or decrease asleep. You will splay your shoulders if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the way. The backbreaking door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the dark. She hated the dark. There was aught but pain in the darkness. The nipple clamps still tugged at her sore nipples. The anchor ring gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the taste of her own vaginal juices in her backtalk. She did not want to be this way anymore. She did not want to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Robert again.


She had no idea how tenacious it took for Robert to come back. When he did, he brought food and water with him.
"Have you learned your lesson, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her head affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her head no.
"That's my young woman"said Robert, petting her on the backrest 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 roach and undid the shoulder strap separating her ankle joint. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry sassing.
She did not require any reminder to recognise what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please draw your hammer"
Robert smiled and took off his pants. Kristen knew what to do. She took his sock in her mouth like an ice cream cone shape. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lips. She swallowed it as far as her throat would allow.
When she felt the dick get-go to pulse, she redoubled her efforts. And when the hot cum exploded in her sass, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Robert's barb clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a mantle.
"This is for being a upright girl. Now, Eat. We have a long day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plate clean. She then laid down on the cover. Her articulatio radiocarpea and shoulders were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would have been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to reject. She has given up trying to fight. Most of all, she was earnestly afraid of dissatisfactory Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering light woke Kristen up. Her physical structure ached all over. Her labia, her fag cheeks and her tit 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 clock time. Whether it was out of fear or true philia, she did not get it on. Much like her reactions to pleasure and anguish in the final stage 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Henry Martyn Robert started to clean house her font and brush her hair while Mr. Smith untied her carpus and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, truelove"said Henry M. Robert. His feel was calm and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, lord"Kristen responded. Was it rightful ? Did she have in mind it ? Kristen was not certain what to think.
"And you would do anything to turn out it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, Master"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them painful. I want you to experience that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to bruise you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes Master"She did not know what to believe anymore.
Robert took out a pair of handcuffs and secured Kristen's helping hand behind her back."Good, now, give suck my cock."
Kristen did not demand to be told twice. She lunged at the elongated and took it in her mouth. She bobbed her back and forth, up and down and side to side. Her knife licked and caressed every inch of that penis. She sucked up the pre seminal fluid 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 skim a beat."Suck my orb, slave"
Kristen complied without enquiry. Taking the chemise in her mouthpiece, she proceeded to massage it with her lingua and sassing. She sucked the balls clean, filling her back talk with their salty gustatory perception. This was just to avert penalisation, she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she began to like these awful biz.
"goodness girl."Robert decided this was plenty pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her feet. It was then that the girl noticed a long roach running across the room. nautical mile were tied all along the length of the rope. rophy was set about waist mellow.
"Now, beloved, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her head. Henry Martyn Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith to get Kristen quick. Mr. Kate Smith took out a ball gag, mamilla clinch and 2 sets of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's nipples. He then directed Kristen toward the roach. He helped her swing one of her peg over the rope. He then made indisputable that Kristen's twat lip 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 necessitate off a piece of music of paraphernalia. set forth when you are set up ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to keep the R-2 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.
exit fast was the stopping point thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the first international nautical mile. Kristen could not aid but let out an agonized howler. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her pussycat. She had to wedge her pussy over the slub, clenching her jaw in the process. 10 in further down the R-2 she had to capture another knot. By the prison term she reached Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Henry M. Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulder joint, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her testicle gag."Very commodity. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll scratch line to guide off the system of weights on the pap clams ”.
Kristen was set to hold up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine loyalty to her captor ? She did not know.
Kristen struggled over every mile, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her consciousness from the nuisance on a few occasions. But she completed the cycle not once, but four Sir Thomas More times. When Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, superior"she said as Henry M. Robert
"On your stifle"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the sight of the instrument 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 headmaster"
"Then you have to earn it. Make your hands useful"
Kristen's paw were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Henry M. Robert twisted one of her tits with his strong fingers."stupe girl, you should know what I want !"
Using the early deal he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging member. His knickers were still on.
"Stroke it, you little working girl ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his engorged member underneath his pants
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reward. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's kitty, shoved it in and turned it on.
Waves of joy started to ripple from her crotch to the rest of her organic structure. Kristen let out small-scale moans of pleasure.
"You like that, you little crud ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to grind against the vibrator. Her hired hand were still busy rubbing his dick.
"Is it as good as when Prince Rupert did it to you ?"asked Henry M. Robert. Caught off guard, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight clinch and puff on her tit elicited and loud gasp.
"wellspring, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The hand that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's tomentum, 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 very much when Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely confused about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Henry Martyn Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's pussy
Kristen, still on guard, let out a small groan. She continued to rub 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 master"
A unspeakable pinch of her mammilla made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little bawd"Robert whispered in the girlfriend's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a somebody 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 heavier. She started to sweat. The most surprising thing for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new fuck toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes superior ”. Her pump rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to unfold through her body. Her breathing was becoming more than and more than vivid. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more than excitement. The same fervor drove Kristen to rub Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you know what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, passkey"
Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her auricle,"Try again"
"A cheater, superior !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her nipple one Sir Thomas More time. Kristen threw her head back, repressing a belly laugh. It was still painful. But was she starting to care it ?
"A working girl, headmaster !"Kristen was moaning. Her low-spirited jaw became stiff. Rubbing herself ever harder against Henry M. Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, passkey ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Henry M. Robert's hand that was rubbing her titty and pinching her nipple. Robert stood in straw man of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breasts were rising up and down dramatically. A feeling of surprise, foiling and disappointment washed over her face."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the the true shall set you free"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, original"Kristen looked down, averting Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating whore like you ?"Robert continued
Another knot started creeping into Kristen's pharynx. Words came out like a flood."Punish me, master. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, schoolmaster ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty harlot, I deserve penalisation !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair, pulled her to her pes and shoved her against the wall.
"STAND hush !"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 vicious blow against Kristen's bosom. Kristen opened her oral fissure to cry, but stifled it in the finale moment. She bent her articulatio genus from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another hard reverse. Kristen looked away and shut her oculus, holding her breath and anticipating another blow. The blow came, even more unspeakable than the showtime. Her frame bent, and an agonized thigh-slapper escaped her mouth. Red wheal started to appear on her titty. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more shock came. Kristen suppressed her urge to call, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the bother, her nipple were set up and her cunt was wet.
Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling form. Kristen looked away, not wanting to satisfy Robert's gaze. Robert grabbed a handful of her right breast and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Roberts's fingers slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the let on mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her breasts were sore from the whipping. Her skin seemed like it was on ardor.
"Would you like me to stop ?"Robert asked gently
"No, maestro"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the other breast, squeezing it in a interchangeable manner. This sentence he bent down, took the nipple in the mouth and started licking the sore nipple. Another moan escaped Kristen's mouth. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not have the will to fight it. Robert bit down on the mammilla. Kristen screamed. Her breathing space was ragged.
"Do you want me to stop ?"
"No, headmaster"
Robert eventually lost interest in her white meat. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's cunt.
"Spread your legs"
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 middle finger and jabbing it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Henry M. Robert continued to pierce, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not take long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out longsighted erotic moans. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, quick to suffer control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her pussycat. Breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a spirit of keen frustration, but thought just about saying anything. Robert only showed her his centre fingerbreadth, one used to bring her so agonizingly close to an orgasm.
"lap it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger, as if she would a penis. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Henry Martyn Robert took off his pants. He grabbed Kristen's throat and squeezed. Kristen could not breathe. Pinning her to the wall, he thrust his dick oceanic abyss in her vagina. Kristen would accept screamed, had she been capable to breathe. Robert lifted Kristen off the land with the powerful stab of his hip joint. One, two, three strong, deliberate jab was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, shock and pleasure shooting through their consistence. Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The rush of blood back into her brain only doubled the orgasmic sentiency. Kristen took a mysterious breathing space and let out a several long, erotic moans. Her body went limp from the pleasurable charge. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 secondment to get down breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the wretched miss over to her blanket and laying her down on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional groan escaping her pharynx. She was laying hobble on the story, strands of hair obscuring her look. Her belittled, round titty were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up pieces of appurtenance on the way out.
"sea captain, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hours. Get some rest"
"Master, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to apologise !"
Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprisal in his voice.
"I am good-for-naught I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so unspoilt to me. You were the gross fellow. I just knew that you were going to propose to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more emotional. Every sentence was filled with more and 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 lifetime was ending. I wanted to be wild and free. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
weeping started to appear in her centre.
"I just wanted to be bad and gamey. Oh, GOD, Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to hurt you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced tidings. Henry M. Robert took her in her arms.
"I am blue ... I am sorry…"Kristen kept repeating between sobs.
"I know"Henry M. Robert answered.
He let go of Kristen and started to get up
"Please, passe-partout, 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 forehead"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer row than these."Yes master, with all my centre ”.
"Then you will look for me here. Do you empathise ?"
Kristen nodded, snag running down her cheek."Yes, control ”.
As the heavy door closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the darkness. She hated the nighttime. 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 deep sleep.
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"She woke up to the associate auditory sensation of the opening door. Robert entered the room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a grinning.
Henry Martyn Robert went through his normal turn without saying a work. He brushed her hair and wiped her nude body down with wet fabric. Kristen was trying to calculate into his eyes, to find a cue to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even Thomas More perplexed when, upon finishing the hygiene number, Robert produced a small key and unlocked her cuff. Kristen rubbed her sore wrist joint, not knowing what to pull in of it all. He tossed some clothes in front of her."Put these on and come across me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the skinny jean. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her nursing home. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another life sentence, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt alien to her. So was the feeling of ambulating under her own business leader. She went through the heavy door way and up the steps. She reached the moment room access, one that kept her from escaping. This prison term the door was open full. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with eyeglasses."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 receive progressed very well. accompany my teaching to the letter and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a summation street through a tinted windowpane. She has not seen the external man for years. Already it seemed alien to her.
Robert shook the man's hand and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"cum, slave. We have a lot to spill about"
"Yes, passe-partout ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one final favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the same dress circle as one Michael Bay. If you could sacrifice him my card and severalize him that I could puzzle out his Megan Fox trouble, I would be a lot obliged."
A week later the Hollywood mass medium broke the narrative :"Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Joseph Smith saw a companion face on TV and turned up the volume"I was stupid and selfish. I made a huge mistake. Robert was variety enough to adopt me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The media hailed it as a story of repurchase, of honey surviving the ultimate test. Only a trail eye could see the on-key story : Ms. Stewart's carriage when she sat next to Mr. Pattison, the submissive manner in which she addressed him on camera, the promptly looks she gave Robert while silently seeking permission to address to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad young woman, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm manufacture, Ian Smith public speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's skilful to lecture to you. sure enough, get together on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until next time… .