renown Trainers : Kristen Stewart
computer code : MF, nc, ravishment, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, adhesiveness,

disclaimer : This is fiction, it did NOT go on. fancy is legal. This story does not urge ferocity against women. If you have any suggestions for this or any other hereafter story, please email me. Don't forget to spay and neuter your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Henry M. Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's affair caught him by surprise. What resulted was a admixture of grief and anger. And despite his honest sweat to harmonize, the feelings were not going away.
When a champion of a friend suggested a sure billet that"fixes these relationship job ”, Henry Martyn Robert was skeptical. The business wag said"Stockholm manufacture"and listed a number. The friend did not turn over much more detail or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an designation on the telephone. The unharmed thing was very secretive."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a looking ”.
The office on the business organization card was located on the far outskirts of East Los Angeles. No mark was posted above or in front of the door, just an role bit. The inside the post Robert found 4 white white walls, simple desk and hot seat. There was another door on the inverse English of the post. The occupant of the desk was a plain looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading eyeglasses and expanding waistline gave an stamp of a career office worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a bum.
"You may visit me Mr. Smith. get-go things first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger routine, the services that we offer are very exclusive. You need not only money, but the right-hand connections, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a understanding. The legality of our table service is refutable. But we are very estimable at what we do, and cipher 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. John Smith leaned forward"You are a public figure, Mr. Pattison. Your late detachment with Ms. Kristen Jimmy Stewart is public knowledge. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to move on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is doings modification. If you choose to employ our services, I can warrant that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your kinship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more concordant and pleasing to you. There will be no more conflict or disagreements. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will defer to your every desire and will stay reliable to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to accomplish this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combination of proficiency, including bondage, S & M and psychological training. What I can guarantee is 100 % success charge per unit and that nobody is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the point of no return. If you agree to use our military service, I will give you ALL the item. If you choose not to use our services, this conversation is over. You will never see from us again. If you contact the police or the culture medium, they will happen nothing but a legitimate insurance means. We are soundly at what we do and we have never had problems. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your response"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"Tell me more ”.
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The news frenzy that came after her affair was revealed cause Kristen Stewart to scratch several spiritualist coming into court. She did not palpate like answering any questions about the affair or the separation. In fact she did not feel like doing anything for the rest of the week. She made the calls to cancel her appointments and dismissed the staff of her mansion house. The only thing she would be doing for the next 7 days is fucking Rupert sander, her new favourite boy toy. Robert was fun for a while, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Henry M. Robert needed to man up and motivate on.
After putting on her favorite top, skinny jeans and brushing her long ruby Brown University hair, Kristen made her way toward her bedroom door. A grandiloquent unknown waited for her in the threshold. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom wall. A knife was pressed to her slender neck opening."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot smoother"said the masked intruder. Kristen was frozen in concern. The alien put away the knife and quickly twirl Kristen around, pinning her font 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 cheek up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more rophy and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! direct my pocketbook ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankle joint secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into tears"please don't rape me !"
Still wearing a smiling on his disguise face, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's scent and mouth, all while pinning her slender bound form to the bed.
The futile but sexy struggles continued for just a few minutes. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her eyelid closed and her trunk went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun persona"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the holy terror's cell headphone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her globe was dark and stale. The bag was still over her head. She was laying face down on the floor, her bare nipple pressed against the common cold concrete. Her branch were unblock, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to prompt her head and cast on her back, pain shot through her spine and arms. She tried to jiggle her fingerbreadth and realized they were touching higher up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and breathe faster. She then realized something big and turn was stuck in her lip.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to hear voices in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will lack her for days"said the other, unfamiliar phonation
"in effect, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of warm hands grabbed her by the arm and set her vertical, sitting on her genu. The bag was pulled off her promontory and Kristen was blinded by the bright lights.
"trade good good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of interrogation, but given your predicament, you are not in the spot to ask. If we feel generous, we will answer those doubt in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could summon with a egg gag in her mouth.
"outset things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a blow prayer position. It is designed to not only be abominable but to also limit your bowel movement considerably. So try not to struggle if you want to deflect unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may take also noticed, you are wearing a Ball gag. It is not designed to keep you quiet, but rather to make you salivate, mostly for humiliation purposes. feel give up to cry all you like. Nobody outside these walls can pick up you."
By now Kristen's heart had adjusted to the twinkle. In front of her stood a man in a ski masquerade and a short circuit whiplash in his hand. The unknown's voice belonged to him. The visual modality of him, his dress and the whiplash sent shivers down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and bound. Ropes were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the former man. He was slowly circling around the room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"ROBERT ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her creative thinker. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a invitee,"continued the masked alien,"there are linguistic rule you have to surveil, bust them and chance penalization. Rule 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the verbalizer. She was looking instead at Robert. Her headway was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Henry Martyn Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of choler and muddiness. Robert's formulation didn't variety. The strait of the whip slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in front of her."Do you realize the firm rules"
A looking at of incapacitated confusion was all Kristen could manage
The masked man grabbed the bound girl by the chin and loosened the strap on the orb 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 netherworld DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? Henry M. Robert WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The cloaked man shoved the ball gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more time, do you understand the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You better let me go. People will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the ball gag back into the girls mouth, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's shed light on some thing up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a week. You were kind enough to cancel all of your appointments for the next 7 days, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. drum sander, he received a text shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his turn. You even issued a command on your twitter page announcing the termination of your family relationship and a very devout excuse to his syndicate and your fans. In short, nobody will be looking for you for a while. At this time you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the theater rules, it is straighten out you did not get a line them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. First rule is that you will address me as sir and Mr. Pattison as lord. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turn and used clog speech ”. The masked man looked up at Henry M. Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you count, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should dispense with the penalization ”, said the masked man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a chance to object, her head was forced down on the land. She was still on her knee joint. With her hands tied and her butt joint straight up in the air, the lady friend was the very definition of vulnerability. The low gear thrash came without warning. The pain across her butt brass was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonize and elongated scream.
The seismic disturbance was quickly followed by fearfulness and an impending feeling of doom.
The second strike of the whip was as shocking as the first. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the sum of money of pain in the neck she was in was overwhelming.
The third smasher of the whip sent an Echo across the pocket-size room. The pain similarly echoed from her posterior, through her rachis and throughout the rest of her contorted body. Kristen could not think or understand what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer helplessness she was experiencing, or the scare that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the infliction. Whatever the rationality, Kristen was in bout and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the whiplash struck her naked ass for the 4th time. Time seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the base with no strength or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whip for the 5th time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could harbinger through her ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quiet response from behind her. This was the first time that Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in forepart of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting stance
"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 unbelievable bother ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Robert. This was the first clock time she has seen such rage.
The way was once again silent. Only two sounds filled the storage room were the small whimper and sobs that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Henry M. Robert let go of Kristen's haircloth and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her only warning before she felt Roberts penis thrust inside her. Kristen let out a unretentive yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a working girl"Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's hair again. Kristen's back was arched in a painful manner. The web of ropes that surrounded her body and kept her men in a reverse prayer position only made it worse. Robert gave his hips one right thrust. painfulness dead reckoning through Kristen's scalp, down her spinal column and through her arms. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know zip of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's sentences was punctuated by a warm pelvic jab. Each push brought on more screams. The thigh-slapper seemed to feed Henry M. Robert's lust. The thrusts became more regular and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain in the ass. The agonise wow were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to anguish alone. She was helpless. The feeling of despair filled her with terror. She was once again bawling. Her ball gag prevented her from swallowing. As a termination she was drooling uncontrollably. In shortsighted, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; foreplay. As Henry Martyn Robert continued to fuck her, she felt her loins swell."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in suffering. Not only was she bound, helpless and abused, but now her own body started to give away her.
Each push sent a wave through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of painfulness or pleasure, the hapless girl could no longer tell. The fond sensation spread from her loins to the residue of her physical structure. Her mind was racing, her sight became cloudy. She was doing everything to prevent the seemingly inevitable culmination. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Robert tensed up, gave one final thrust, grunted and released his load inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily falloff over on top of her bound form. She then felt him excerpt himself from inside her. Her body was still in agony. The infliction was slowly fading and so was the feeling of arousal. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Henry Martyn Robert pulled on his pants and started to walk out of the way.
"Make sure she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The dissemble man took out more roach. One end of the forget me drug was passed through the loop on the ceiling and attached to a pulley on the side of meat of the rampart. The dissemble man used the other end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's bound signifier. 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 rachis and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her ft, but her capturer continued to pull up on the rope. Soon Kristen was forced to stomach on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her capturer finally stopped pulling up the rophy, Kristen could barely touch the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her body. The pain in her back, arms and shoulder joint was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. James Maitland Stewart"said the masked man,"trend will only clear the pain worse"
The man walked out of the way. The spark went off. The gruelling metal doorway clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with nothing but her pain sensation to keep her company. The whimper and sobs filled the empty space.
"I don't want her damage permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The projection screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her external respiration was panicked. Her body contorted. Her oculus portrayed verbalize agony.
"This is not the get-go time I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the business of maiming masses. When this is done, Ms. Stewart will still be able to serve in her normal environment. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red carpeting. She will do all the affair she has done before. The only thing that will change will be her psychological science ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the mental process and I need you to do exactly as I say. Stockholm syndrome is quite easily to bring on if you know the right buttons to labor. Ms. James Maitland Stewart has to become submissive to you. She has to be qualified on you. You need to make this relationship strictly about rewards and penalization. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own damage. This is simple mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to see to bet on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely thirsty by now. Bring her intellectual nourishment in about an 60 minutes. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her brain was completely concentrated on the pain. She was fighting to keep her awareness. The pain was overwhelming. She was beginning to mislay her battle.
The bedroom door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the ignitor. When she recovered, she saw Henry M. Robert. The furore in his centre was gone.
He put the two crustal plate he brought with him on the floor and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted body was lowered to the solid ground. Her peg could not take her weight and collapsed under her. Henry Martyn Robert untied the air mile responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food for thought"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please last out silent."
The ball was removed. Her jaw ached, her oral cavity was parched. Henry M. Robert offered her a glass of piddle and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be hungry"said Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Truth was, she was very thirsty. Her breakfast was small and she had nothing to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just Bible, Kristen. Actions speak louder. prove me just how grateful you are"respond Henry Martyn Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Robert unzipped his pants and let his engorged member fall out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's eyes bulged at the sight of his member. She has never performed a blowjob. The very thought of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stutter and shake her psyche
"N…N…No…Robert, delight d…don't…"
A slap across the boldness startled and shook Kristen. The girl's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You unthankful beef !"Yelled Henry Martyn Robert. He shoved the ball gag back into her lip and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more willing to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the bedchamber and closed the door. Kristen once again found herself in the dark. She was no longer suspended above the floor. As long as she did not struggle against her bonds, she did not feel the pain. But without the painfulness, her early senses were once again working. Within 10 minutes the whizz of hunger was unbearable. She could crawl right next to the nutrient bowl, but het gag did not let her chew or immerse. The olfactory sensation filled her anterior naris and made the sensation even more acute. This was a different sort of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an eternity. The door opened once again. Henry M. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's saltation form.
"Are you ready to verbalize your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her head desperately and moaned through the gag. Henry Martyn Robert took his metre undoing the formal gag."Beg for it"demanded Henry Martyn Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smacking across the face shut Kristen up.
"You will cry me victor, and you will beg me to appropriate you to blow me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will bung you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"Good, now be a good whore and beg"
A mi started to form in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your dick ?"
Robert unzipped his pants and let his putz hang out. The affair was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this repast, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her knee joint toward the waiting Robert. She kept her center on the now bulging appendage, hesitant to get close to it. The thought of putting that thing in her sass was almost vomit inducing.
"Perhaps you would like delay another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her school principal toward the member, hesitating just a fiddling before taking it in her lip. She encircled the ray of light with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Henry M. Robert rolled his center."Don't wastefulness my time, whore. draw it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a little more pressure with her lips and licked the bottom of the member with the tip of her spit. She wanted zilch to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the inside of her mouth.
Robert lost patience and grabbed the back of Kristen's scalp, shoving her head forward and forcing his dick abstruse inside Kristen's pharynx. Kristen gave a frightened yelp, then started to struggle against Robert's hold.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will blister you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to keep her jaw opened. But she could not help but shin against Henry Martyn Robert's clutches. His dick was moving in and out of her pharynx, making it grueling to take a breath. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggle only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His thrusting increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was concentrate on her breathing, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his orgasm. Soon after, her backtalk was filled with Robert's hot ejaculate. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could look into her center. The sperm was starting to dribble out of her oral cavity.
"swallow it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to confuse up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare ptyalise it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the urge to throw up. It took several more than drink. While she managed to keep it down, she could not forge the aspect of disgust that washed over her human face. That expression seemed to turn over Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the Ag bowl of food in strawman of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you please untie my arms"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Henry Martyn Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the cunt that you are. Do you understand that ?"
Kristen knew serious than to argue with him.
The Heavy door closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the dark. She was tied up and hunched over on her knees. Eating out of a doggie arena was yet another chagrin, but one that she was volition to live with. She shoved her mouth late in to the bowl. By the meter she was done, the bowl was licked clean. So was the storey where the stray turn of food fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete level was toilsome and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even tears were no longer an option. She curled herself in the fetal position. Her teeth chattered and her body shook from the cold. Eventually exhaustion won over and she passed out.
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When the sound of the door opening and the promising lights woke her, she did not recognize where she was. She was hoping that the repugnance of the night before were just a bad dream. When she managed to open her heart, she fell into despair once again.
Her body ached all over. Her butt cheeks still stung rom the whipping. Her pussy felt sore from the ravishment. She could barely feel her hands.
Henry M. Robert and the masked man entered the room.
"Mr. Smith is going to untie you, but only if you promise to conduct yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to talk, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her listen instead. Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the air mile. Henry Martyn Robert approached the girl with a bottle of weewee and some wet wipes.
"You must be athirst"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her urine, Robert started cleaning her expression with the wipes. Kristen was a mass. Her hair was disheveled, dried tears, saliva and flake of solid food covered her face.
Robert was very gentle with her. This was not the same man that raped her the night before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your barbarian feel, you know"he said casually, brushing her foresighted, scarlet brown haircloth,"You are a rude sweetheart. You should not hide your feature film ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She tried to look quieten, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her bonds. Kristen was able to be active her hands for the start metre in many hours. She gasped as botheration shot through her coat of arms. It would take a while to regain their good mobility.
Mr. metalworker 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 telephone set.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free. Moreover, the heavy door was open and unobstructed. The whole operation took only a few seconds, but Kristen decided to establish a run for it.
Her legs were sore and unspeakable. Her sense of balance was off and she was still exhausted from in conclusion night's trial by ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the door. She stumbled several prison term before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the step. Her head was racing. She was afraid to calculate back. She just kept on going. After climbing the step for what seemed like an infinity, she reached a door. She pulled on the grip, but the room access would not kick in. She pounded on the door, she screamed for help, but nothing helped. Whatever strong point 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 hour later she heard the pace coming from below. The stride were calculated, lacking urging or panic. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, intensity hidden in that quieten voice.
"Henry M. Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you savor lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you insist on betraying me at every turn ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her weeping flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a fistful of Kristen's hair's-breadth and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to conduct and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to entrust you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the step by her scalp. Kristen continued to choke on her own sobs, grabbing at the walls to save her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing tart. 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 M. Robert threw Kristen on the level.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncorrectable sobs
"Words, Kristen, just words ! Your action speak otherwise !"gaiter out Henry Martyn Robert.
He then addressed to the disguised man ;"Mr. Julia Evelina Smith, the harlot 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 foresighted musical composition of roach to Kristen's wrists and hooked the other end on the cap pulley. He pulled the rope tight enough to enkindle the girl's wrist joint as high as her shoulders, but allowed Kristen to continue to bear up straight.
Mr. Ian Douglas Smith then brought out a 3 animal foot long metal celestial pole with strap attached to each end. The celestial pole was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's stage spread. The pack gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again incapacitated and exposed.
Henry M. Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the chin."You have nobody to charge but yourself ”. Whip in hand, he took a swing at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonise scream. A big red welt started to appear across her venter. Another swing of the whip, another loud wow, another red wheal. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whiplash across the abdomen, Robert walked behind the miss and started whipping her back. More screams followed.
"The commencement 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front of Kristen once more. His next jive was aimed squarely at her breasts. The pain in the neck was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The next 10 are for trying to escape ”. The whip continued to ravage Kristen's breasts, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipples. By the time the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in complete hysteric.
"Now, for the fun part"said Henry M. Robert
With that he took out two clamps. He attached weightiness to them. Each weight was the size of a golf ball and weighed thrice as a good deal. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to stimulate them. Kristen let out a loud squeals. When the pap clamps were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moans grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"actions have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girl. A quick unzipping strait and she was skewered by Robert's penis.
His poke were poor and quick. The waves of pleasure pulsed from her puss to the rest of her soundbox. Meanwhile the sharply pain in the ass from the teat clamps radiated through her pectus. The mixture of pain and pleasance confused Kristen and sent her torso reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not understand how she was getting off from rape, but it was the reality. The poor miss tried to suppress the orgasm but nothing worked. Her intimation became frequent and shallow. Her body started to go into turmoil. Sweat rolled down her bounds limbs.
She was nearing dismissal and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her caput. Nothing worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic shriek. Soon after she heard Robert's pleasurable thigh-slapper. For a while the room was filled with speech sound of grievous external respiration. Then Henry Martyn Robert stood in strawman of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juices and sperm.
"Time to make clean it off"he said before sticking his dick in her oral fissure. The tintinnabulation gag made it impossible to move her jaw and unmanageable to swallow.
"Lick it off, Bitch"Robert said as he inserted his extremity deeper into her sassing. Kristen did her substantially to lick it, but the slime just stayed in her sassing.
It took half an hour to lap up it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's case. A sadistic aspect washed over his side.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did stimulate one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to have one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her body starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not snitch, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Henry M. Robert walked around Kristen's saltation chassis. Whipped her 5 times, whip coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breathing space and tried not to shout.
"Now, you will fend there for a while and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to expire out or decrease asleep. You will dislocate your articulatio humeri if you do."said Henry Martyn Robert as he walked out of the room. The heavy door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the dark. She hated the iniquity. There was nada but pain in the darkness. The nipple clamps still tugged at her sore tit. The tintinnabulation gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the preference of her own vaginal juice in her lip. 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 Henry Martyn Robert again.


She had no thought how foresighted it took for Robert to get along back. When he did, he brought food and water with him.
"wealthy person you learned your deterrent example, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her head affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her head no.
"That's my young lady"said Robert, petting her on the back of her chief and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the halo gag. Kristen managed to lick her dried lips. He untied her wrists from the roof rope and undid the strap separating her mortise joint. Kristen collapsed on the story. She licked dry sass.
She did not want any admonisher to be intimate what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please suck your cock"
Robert smiled and took off his gasp. Kristen knew what to do. She took his drogue in her mouth like an ice cream cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lips. She swallowed it as far as her pharynx would take into account.
When she felt the pecker start to pulse, she redoubled her movement. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Henry Martyn Robert's pecker clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the steps and came down with a cover.
"This is for being a good girl. Now, Eat. We have a foresightful day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that home plate clean. She then laid down on the mantle. Her radiocarpal joint and shoulder joint were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would accept been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to baulk. She has given up trying to fight. almost of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the mantle
The flickering illumination woke Kristen up. Her body ached all over. Her labia, her butt cheek and her breasts all stung from the day before. Still, her kernel fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the room. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of fear or echt philia, she did not bonk. very much like her reactions to pleasure and ail in the last 2 day, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to clean her face and brush her hair's-breadth while Mr. Julia Evelina Smith untied her wrist joint and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May delight I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Henry Martyn Robert. His tone was becalm and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it unfeigned ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to prove it, wouldn't you ?"Henry M. Robert continued
"Yes, Master"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them painful. I want you to know that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to hurt you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes maestro"She did not know what to believe anymore.
Henry Martyn Robert took out a pair of handcuffs and secured Kristen's hands behind her back."Good, now, wet-nurse my cock."
Kristen did not need to be told twice. She lunged at the elongated and took it in her oral fissure. 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 ejaculate juices. When the Henry Martyn Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her sass.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you need me to do ?"
Robert did not skip a rhythm."suction my ball, slave"
Kristen complied without question. Taking the sack in her rima oris, she proceeded to rub down it with her tongue and lips. She sucked the balls cleanse, filling her mouth with their salty gustatory modality. This was just to debar punishment, she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she began to like these tight games.
"Good girl."Robert decided this was decent pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her animal foot. It was then that the young lady noticed a long rope running across the elbow room. Knots were tied all along the duration of the rope. Rope was set about waist senior high school.
"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. Julia Evelina Smith to get Kristen fix. Mr. Smith took out a ball gag, pap clamp and 2 sets of free weight. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's pap. He then directed Kristen toward the circle. He helped her swing one of her wooden leg over the rope. He then made sure that Kristen's cunt lips were hugging the rope.
Henry Martyn Robert stood on the other side of the rope.
"This is a confidence usage, Kristen. You will take the air toward me, when you reach me, I'll take off a piece of gear. Start when you are quick ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to retain the rope from digging in too deep, but that did not serve much. The rope was still rubbing up against her kitty.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to bite yourself"warned Robert.
Going fast was the last thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the commencement air mile. Kristen could not help oneself but let out an agonize scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the roofy was digging in to her snatch. She had to push her pussy over the knot, clenching her jaw in the process. 10 inches further down the roofy she had to conquer another knot. By the time she reached Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Henry M. Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her testicle gag."Very unspoiled. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll scratch to drive off the system of weights on the teat pelf ”.
Kristen was ready to reach up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine trueness to her captor ? She did not know.
Kristen struggled over every knot, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her consciousness from the pain on a few occasions. But she completed the cycle not once, but four more times. When Robert finally took her off the forget me drug, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, superior"she said as Robert
"On your knees"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, knuckle down ? Do you want me to get you off ?
Word came out o her mouth before Kristen could even reckon them"Yes master"
"Then you have to earn it. Make your script useful"
Kristen's hands were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Robert twisted one of her tits with his stiff fingers."dullard girl, you should make out what I want !"
Using the other hand he directed Kristen's boundary hands toward his bulging member. His pants were still on.
"Stroke it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his binge member underneath his pants
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reinforcement. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussy, shoved it in and turned it on.
Waves of pleasance started to ripple from her crotch to the rest of her physical structure. Kristen let out small moans of pleasure.
"You like that, you little skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss passkey"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to comminute against the vibrator. Her hands were still busy rubbing his dick.
"Is it as good as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off guard, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another cockeyed squeeze and pulling on her nipple elicited and loud gasp.
"fountainhead, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The script that molested the pap let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hairsbreadth, pulling her read/write head back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to pule
"Now answer again, did you savour this as much when Prince Rupert did this ?"Henry Martyn Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely confused about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's pussy
Kristen, still on guard, let out a small groan. She continued to rub Robert's penis with her hired hand
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cuckold on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know superior"
A painful pinch of her mamilla made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little sporting lady"Henry M. Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a somebody new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"commodity, Kristen, good. You are finally being honest with me."
Robert continued to perk up Kristen's sex. She was getting more and more enkindle. Her ventilation started to get with child. She started to perspire. The most surprising thing for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new fuck toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes master ”. Her heart rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to disperse through her eubstance. Her breathing was becoming Thomas More and more intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more fervor. The Same fervour drove Kristen to rub Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you know what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, master"
Robert Twisted her pap. Kristen moaned
"You are wise than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A cheater, passe-partout !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her tit one Thomas More clip. Kristen threw her head back, repressing a scream. It was still painful. But was she starting to like it ?
"A WHORE, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her lowly jaw became stiff. Rubbing herself ever harder against Henry Martyn Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, professional ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Robert's helping hand that was rubbing her breasts and pinching her pap. Robert stood in nominal head of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breasts were rising up and down dramatically. A tone 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 free"said Henry Martyn Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, master"Kristen looked down, averting Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating whore like you ?"Robert continued
Another grayback started creeping into Kristen's throat. Words came out like a flood."Punish me, sea captain. Spank me, welt me, do anything you want with me, sea captain ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve punishment !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair, pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the wall.
"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 poisonous blow against Kristen's titty. Kristen opened her sass to scream, but stifled it in the last moment. She bent her knees from the pain in the neck, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another hard setback. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breathing spell and anticipating another black eye. The blow came, even more dreadful than the first. Her skeletal system set, and an agonize thigh-slapper escaped her mouth. Red welts started to appear on her white meat. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more setback came. Kristen suppressed her urge to scream, only occasionally letting out a whine. Despite the pain, her mamilla were vertical and her kitty was wet.
Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her vibration pattern. Kristen looked away, not wanting to get together Robert's regard. 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 discover mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her knocker 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 white meat, squeezing it in a like mode. This clip he bent down, took the mammilla in the sass and started licking the sore pap. 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. Henry Martyn Robert bit down on the nipple. Kristen screamed. Her hint was ragged.
"Do you want me to bar ?"
"No, captain"
Robert eventually lost interest in her breasts. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's pussy.
"bedcover 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 heart finger and stab it inside Kristen. Kristen's organic structure shuddered. Robert continued to thrust, first slowly, then with increasing f number. It did not drive long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long erotic moans. She breathed heavily from her oral fissure. She got up on her toes, set up to lose control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his fingerbreadth out of her pussy. ventilation raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a looking of corking frustration, but thought better about saying anything. Henry Martyn Robert only showed her his middle fingerbreadth, one used to bring her so agonizingly fill up to an orgasm.
"lick it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the digit, as if she would a penis. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Henry M. 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 deep in her vagina. Kristen would have screamed, had she been able to breathe. Robert lifted Kristen off the primer coat with the powerful thrusts of his hips. One, two, three firm, debate thrusts was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, shock and delight shooting through their bodies. Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The rush of blood back into her brain only doubled the orgasmic esthesis. Kristen took a deep breath and let out a several long, erotic moan. Her body went limp from the pleasurable upsurge. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 arcsecond to bulge out breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the poor people girl over to her blanket and laying her pile on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an episodic groan escaping her throat. She was laying limp on the trading floor, fibril of hair obscuring her human face. Her minor, assault breasts were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the threshold, picking up slice of gear on the way out.
"schoolmaster, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few minute. Get some respite"
"schoolmaster, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to apologize !"
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 right to me. You were the perfect young man. I just knew that you were going to propose to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more emotional. Every time was filled with Thomas More and more hysterics. She was getting to the verge of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my heart. But I was scared that my spirit was ending. I wanted to be wild and free. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
crying started to seem in her eye.
"I just wanted to be bad and naughty. Oh, GOD, Henry Martyn Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to hurt you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced intelligence. Henry Martyn Robert took her in her arms.
"I am dismal ... 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, master key, don't go. Please don't leave me alone here. I'll do anything you want. Anything.
"Robert took her head teacher in his limb and kissed her on the forehead"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer Logos than these."Yes captain, with all my heart ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you empathize ?"
Kristen nodded, crying running down her face."Yes, headmaster ”.
As the threatening door closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the dark. She hated the iniquity. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nothing more than to be with her master. She fell asleep, crying. Her shit eventually melted away into late sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar sound of the opening door. Robert entered the way. Her pick up fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Robert went through his convention procedure without saying a work. He brushed her haircloth and wiped her naked organic structure down with wet textile. Kristen was trying to expect into his optic, to discover a clue to his humor. She found nothing.
She was even more than bewilder when, upon finishing the hygienics modus operandi, Robert produced a low key and unlocked her cuff. Kristen rubbed her sore carpus, not knowing what to make of it all. He tossed some clothes in front of her."Put these on and meet me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the skinny denim. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her home. I seemed like an timeless existence ago. In another life story, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the steps. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt alien to her. So was the feel of ambulating under her own power. She went through the laboured doorway way and up the stairs. She reached the secondment threshold, one that kept her from escaping. This time the threshold was open air widely. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Robert talking to a chubby man with glasses."Is that the roofy master copy ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now think, the process is not complete"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens nightlong, but you seemed to hold progressed very well. Follow my statement to the letter and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a rundown street through a tinted window. She has not seen the exterior human beings for solar day. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Robert shook the man's paw and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"Come, slave. We have a lot to talk about"
"Yes, master ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one last party favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the same circle as one Michael Bay. If you could give him my card and recite him that I could solve his Megan Fox problem, I would be lots obliged."
A week later the Hollywood culture medium broke the chronicle :"Kristen Stewart and Henry M. Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Smith saw a familiar facial expression on TV and turned up the intensity"I was stunned and selfish. I made a huge fault. Henry Martyn Robert was kind sufficiency to guide me back. I will forever be grateful to him…"
The media hailed it as a story of redemption, of love surviving the ultimate mental testing. Only a check eye could see the true story : Ms. Stewart's posture when she sat next to Mr. Pattison, the submissive manner in which she addressed him on television camera, the promptly looks she gave Henry M. Robert while silently seeking permission to talk to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad young woman, was completely dominated, slavish to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm Industries, Kathryn Elizabeth Smith public speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's trade good to talk to you. indisputable, get together on Wed will be just fine…"

Until following time… .