celebrity flight simulator : Kristen Stewart
Codes : MF, nc, assault, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bail,

disavowal : This is fable, it did NOT happen. illusion is legal. This floor does not advocate violence against adult female. If you have any mesmerism for this or any other future tense report, please email me. Don't forget to neuter and castrate your darling. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the detachment. Kristen's affair caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of grief and anger. And despite his best attempt to reconcile, the feelings were not going away.
When a friend of a Friend suggested a certain shoes that"fixes these relationship job ”, Henry Martyn Robert was skeptical. The business card said"capital of Sweden diligence"and listed a numeral. The friend did not gift much more detail or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the headphone. The whole matter was very secretive."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The part on the business bill of fare was located on the far outskirts of eastern United States Los Angeles. No sign was posted above or in forepart of the room access, just an office numeral. The inside the office Henry M. Robert found 4 blank lily-white walls, simpleton desk and chairs. There was another threshold on the diametric English of the place. The occupant of the desk was a field looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading chalk and expanding waistline gave an impression of a vocation office worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a place.
"You may foretell me Mr. Smith. First affair first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and sticker subprogram, the table service that we offer are very single. You need not only money, but the properly connections, 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 understand how you can aid me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. Smith leaned forward"You are a public figure, Mr. Pattison. Your Holocene breakup with Ms. Kristen James Maitland Stewart is public noesis. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to incite on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behavior modification. If you choose to employ our services, I can guarantee that not only will infidelity no longer be a fear in your relationship, but Ms. Jimmy Stewart well be a lot more concordant and pleasing to you. There will be no more competitiveness or dissonance. Ms. Jimmy Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will abide straight to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a compounding of technique, including bondage, S & M and psychological training. What I can guarantee is 100 % success pace and that nobody is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the point of no coming back. If you agree to use our serving, I will present you ALL the inside information. If you choose not to use our services, this conversation is over. You will never hear from us again. If you contact the police or the media, they will find zero but a lawful insurance agency. We are good at what we do and we have never had job. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your answer"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"secernate me more ”.
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The intelligence craze that came after her social occasion was revealed cause Kristen Stewart to cancel several media appearance. She did not feel like answering any doubt about the affair or the separation. In fact she did not feel like doing anything for the residual of the week. She made the calls to delete her assignment and dismissed the staff of her mansion. The only thing she would be doing for the next 7 days is fucking Prince Rupert Sanders, her new favorite boy toy. Robert was fun for a spell, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Robert needed to man up and run on.
After putting on her front-runner top, skinny jean and brushing her hanker reddish Brown haircloth, Kristen made her way toward her bedroom door. A magniloquent alien waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the sleeping room bulwark. A tongue was pressed to her slender cervix."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot smoother"said the cloaked intruder. Kristen was frozen in fear. The stranger put away the knife and quickly reel Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The interloper chuckled while tying her wrists behind her"Go ahead and thigh-slapper, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her manus tightly secured, Kristen was shoved look up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more rope and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! pack my wallet ”. Kristen started pleading
With her mortise joint secured, the alien 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 smile on his cloak face, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's scent and sassing, all while pinning her slender leap form to the bed.
The futile but sexy conflict continued for just a few minutes. Her middle rolled to the book binding of her head. Her palpebra closed and her body went limp.
"wellspring, there goes the fun part"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the bratwurst's cell phone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her public was dark and frigidness. The bag was still over her head. She was laying face down on the floor, her bare nipples pressed against the cold concrete. Her stage were free, but her handwriting were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to proceed her question and roll on her back, pain shot through her spine and weapon system. She tried to joggle her finger's breadth and realized they were touching higher up spur 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 voices in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will miss her for days"said the early, unfamiliar voice
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of strong bridge player grabbed her by the arm and set her unsloped, sitting on her stifle. The bag was pulled off her caput and Kristen was blinded by the bright lights.
"Good good afternoon, Ms. Dugald Stewart. I know you have a lot of interrogative, but given your predicament, you are not in the position to ask. If we feel generous, we will resolve those doubt in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a ball gag in her mouth.
"beginning things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a reversion petition post. It is designed to not only be irritating but to also restrain your effort considerably. So try not to struggle if you want to avert unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a Lucille Ball gag. It is not designed to sustain you quiet, but rather to arrive at you salivate, mostly for humiliation purposes. tactile property free to shout all you like. cipher outside these paries can hear you."
By now Kristen's centre had adjusted to the visible light. In front of her stood a man in a ski masque and a shortstop whip in his hand. The alien's voice belonged to him. The view of him, his dress and the party whip sent thrill down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and spring. R-2 were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the early man. He was slowly circling around the room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"ROBERT ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her nous. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a Edgar Albert Guest,"continued the masked alien,"there are rules you have to follow, develop them and take a chance penalty. principle 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the speaker. She was looking instead at Henry M. Robert. Her capitulum was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Henry M. Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of anger and confusion. Henry M. Robert's grammatical construction didn't change. The phone of the whip slicing through the air got her attending. The speaker was standing right in front of her."Do you read the house pattern"
A expression of helpless disarray was all Kristen could manage
The masked man grabbed the boundary young woman by the chin and loosened the strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few endorsement to spit the gag out.
"Do you empathize the principle ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? Robert WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The masked man shoved the nut gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more time, do you understand the pattern ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You easily let me go. people will be looking for me. Prince Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The disguise man shoved the ball gag back into the little girl rima oris, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's decipherable some things up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a week. You were kind enough to offset all of your fitting for the following 7 days, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. Sanders, he received a textbook shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his number. You even issued a statement on your twitter page announcing the termination of your relationship and a very heartfelt excuse to his family and your lover. In short, nobody will be looking for you for a while. At this time you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the firm formula, it is clear 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 master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turn and used foul oral communication ”. The masked man looked up at Henry Martyn Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you count, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Henry Martyn Robert's answer.
"Then you should dispense with the punishment ”, said the masked man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a probability to object, her head was forced down on the ground. She was still on her human knee. With her deal tied and her butt straight up in the air, the miss was the identical definition of exposure. The first thrash came without warning. The pain across her butt end impertinence was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonise and drawn-out scream.
The shock was quickly followed by fear and an close at hand opinion of doom.
The mo strike of the whip was as shocking as the first. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The third strike of the party whip sent an echo across the small way. The pain similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her spine and throughout the respite of her contorted trunk. Kristen could not think or realize what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer helplessness she was experiencing, or the panic that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the pain. Whatever the intellect, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the clip the whip struck her naked ass for the 4th time. Time seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the floor with no forte or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whip for the 5th clip.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quietly response from behind her. This was the first clip that Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in front of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting post
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my trust ! You have caused me incredible pain ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Robert. This was the kickoff metre she has seen such rage.
The way was once again silent. Only two sounds filled the computer storage room were the diminished whimpers and sobs that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's hair and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pant being unzipped. This was her only warning before she felt Henry Martyn Robert penis push inside her. Kristen let out a little yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a whore"Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's hair again. Kristen's back was arched in a terrible way. The web of ropes that surrounded her torso and kept her hands in a blow prayer status only made it worse. Henry M. Robert gave his hips one powerful thrust. Pain shot through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her blazon. 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 judgment of conviction was punctuated by a firm pelvic thrust. Each thrust brought on more screams. The scream seemed to feast Robert's luxuria. The poking became more regular and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain. The agonised screams were replaced by desperate, annoyance filled moaning.
Her suffering was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The feeling of desperation filled her with panic. She was once again bawling. Her Ball gag prevented her from swallowing. As a resolution she was drooling uncontrollably. In short, 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 swell."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in excruciation. Not only was she bound, helpless and abused, but now her own body started to lead astray her.
Each jab sent a wave through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of pain or pleasure, the poor people girl could no longer tell. The warm sensation paste from her pubes to the relaxation of her trunk. Her mind was racing, her sight became cloudy. She was doing everything to prevent the seemingly inevitable coming. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Henry M. Robert tensed up, gave one final thrust, grunted and released his payload inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily depression over on top of her spring form. She then felt him pull himself from inside her. Her body was still in agony. The pain in the ass was slowly pass off and so was the feeling of rousing. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Robert pulled on his drawers and started to walk out of the room.
"shuffling certain she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the doorway. The cloaked man took out more rope. One end of the rope was passed through the loop on the ceiling and attached to a pulley on the side of the rampart. The masked man used the other end to tie yet another mile behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's leap form. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the floor. As the ropes pulled her gamy, she once again felt the pain in her lower back and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her feet, but her captor continued to displume up on the roofy. Soon Kristen was forced to stand on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the rope, Kristen could barely reach the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her body. The pain in her backbone, blazon and shoulders was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Dugald Stewart"said the disguise man,"movement will only make the botheration high-risk"
The man walked out of the room. The lighter went off. The with child alloy door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the darkness with naught but her pain to save her ship's company. The whimper and breathlessness filled the empty infinite.
"I don't want her scathe permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the proctor. The screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her body contorted. Her center portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the first clock time I have done this"rebuked Mr. metalworker"I am not in the concern of maiming hoi polloi. When this is done, Ms. Stewart will still be able to officiate in her formula surroundings. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red carpet. She will do all the thing she has done before. The exclusively affair that will change will be her psychology ”.
Henry Martyn Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the process and I need you to do exactly as I say. Stockholm syndrome is quite easy to bring on if you know the right buttons to campaign. Ms. Stewart has to become submissive to you. She has to be pendent on you. You need to make this relationship strictly about reward and penalty. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own term. This is unproblematic mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to pick up to count on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely athirst by now. Bring her food in about an hour. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her mind was completely concentrated on the pain sensation. She was fighting to hold back her consciousness. The pain was overwhelming. She was beginning to drop off her battle.
The bedchamber room access opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the sparkle. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The furore in his oculus was gone.
He put the two scale he brought with him on the level and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted dead body was lowered to the ground. Her leg could not hold her weight and collapsed under her. Robert untied the naut mi responsible for for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some nutrient"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please rest silent."
The ball was removed. Her jaw ached, her oral cavity was parched. Robert offered her a trash of piddle and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be hungry"said Henry M. Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. verity was, she was very thirsty. Her breakfast was minuscule and she had nothing to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just words, Kristen. military action speak louder. show up me just how thankful you are"answer Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Henry Martyn Robert unzipped his gasp and let his engorged penis dip out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's eyes bulged at the peck of his member. She has never performed a blowjob. The very cerebration of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stutter and shake her head
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the impertinence startled and shook Kristen. The miss's boldness was stinging from the impact.
"You thankless cunt !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the ball gag back into her mouth and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more willing to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the chamber and closed the doorway. Kristen once again found herself in the dark. She was no longer suspended above the level. As long as she did not struggle against her chemical bond, she did not feel the hurting. But without the pain, her other senses were once again working. Within 10 minutes the sensation of hunger was unbearable. She could crawl right following to the food bowling ball, but het gag did not let her chew or swallow. The olfactory property filled her nostrils and made the adept even more incisive. This was a different sort of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an timelessness. The door opened once again. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you ready to verbalise your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her head desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his prison term undoing the egg gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smack across the nerve shut Kristen up.
"You will call me schoolmaster, and you will beg me to give up you to fumble me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"good, now be a good sporting lady and beg"
A slub started to imprint in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your cock ?"
Robert unzipped his trouser and let his dick bent 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 centre on the now bulging member, hesitant to get close to it. The view of putting that thing in her mouth was almost puking inducement.
"Perhaps you would care hold another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her foreland toward the penis, hesitating just a little before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the shaft with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Robert rolled his eyes."Don't waste my time, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a petty more pressure with her brim and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her tongue. She wanted cipher 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 nous forward and forcing his shaft deep inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a frightened yelping, then started to sputter against Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will worst you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to keep her jaw opened. But she could not help but struggle against Robert's clench. His dick was moving in and out of her throat, making it concentrated to rest. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to turn Henry M. Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was concentrate on her breathing, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his orgasm. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Henry M. Robert's hot cum. Henry M. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's brain so he could calculate into her eyes. The sperm was starting to drip out of her sassing.
"swallow it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to bewilder 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 Thomas More swallow. While she managed to keep it down, she could not fake the expression of disgust that washed over her aspect. That expression seemed to give Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her pilus."I guess you earned that repast. Eat up."He kicked the silver arena of food in front of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you delight unlace my arms"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Henry M. Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the bitch that you are. Do you empathise that ?"
Kristen knew estimable 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 articulatio genus. Eating out of a pooch bowling ball was yet another chagrin, but one that she was willing to last with. She shoved her backtalk mysterious in to the bowl. By the fourth dimension she was done, the bowl was licked clean. So was the flooring where the rove bits of solid food fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete floor was unvoiced and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get well-heeled. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even crying were no prospicient an alternative. She curled herself in the fetal position. Her tooth chattered and her physical structure shook from the common cold. Eventually exhaustion won over and she passed out.
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When the sound of the doorway opening and the bright spark woke her, she did not know where she was. She was hoping that the horrors of the night before were just a bad pipe dream. When she managed to unfold her eyes, she fell into desperation once again.
Her body ached all over. Her butt cheeks still stung rom the flagellation. Her pussy felt sore from the rape. She could barely feel her hands.
Henry M. Robert and the masked man entered the room.
"Mr. Smith is going to loosen 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 take heed instead. Mr. John Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Robert approached the female child with a bottle of water and some wet wipe.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water supply, Robert started cleaning her face with the wipes. Kristen was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, dehydrated tears, saliva and bits of food covered her face.
Robert was very conciliate with her. This was not the same man that raped her the night before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your Goth look, you know"he said casually, brushing her farseeing, carmine brown hair,"You are a natural beauty. You should not hide your lineament ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She tried to look quiet, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her Bond. Kristen was able to strike her hands for the first time in many hour. She gasped as pain in the neck shot through her blazonry. It would direct a piece to find their full mobility.
Mr. Smith turned away from her, putting the rope 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 loose. Moreover, the heavy door was open air and unobstructed. The whole process took only a few second, but Kristen decided to make a run for it.
Her pegleg were sore and abominable. Her sentiency of balance was off and she was still exhausted from survive 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 judgment was racing. She was afraid to appear back. She just kept on going. After climbing the stair for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a door. She pulled on the hold, but the threshold would not give. She pounded on the door, she screamed for aid, but nothing helped. Whatever durability carried her up the stairs was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the door 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 footsteps were deliberate, deficient urging or scare. Eventually she saw Henry M. Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, intensiveness hidden in that chill out voice.
"Henry Martyn Robert, please. Let's talk of the town about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you relish lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you insist on betraying me at every turn ?."
Kristen was hysteric. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a handful of Kristen's hair's-breadth and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to comport and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to bank you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stair by her scalp. Kristen continued to clog on her own motherfucker, grabbing at the walls to keep her balance.
"You are a faithless, backstabbing cocotte. I extended you a little benignity, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to commit you ever again ?"
When they reached the sleeping room, Robert threw Kristen on the trading floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable sobs
"give-and-take, Kristen, just Bible ! Your action speak otherwise !"spat out Henry M. Robert.
He then addressed to the disguised man ;"Mr. David Roland Smith, the tart has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrist, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrists together then did the Same to her human elbow. He then tied a long piece of R-2 to Kristen's radiocarpal joint and hooked the early end on the ceiling pulley. He pulled the Mexican valium tight enough to kindle the girl's articulatio radiocarpea as high as her berm, but allowed Kristen to continue to resist up straight.
Mr. Captain John Smith then brought out a 3 foot long metal pole with straps attached to each end. The rod was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's legs cattle ranch. The hoop gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the mentum."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. Whip in handwriting, he took a swing at Kristen's trunk. Kristen let out an agonized shrieking. A big red welt started to appear across her stomach. Another swing of the whip, another loud scream, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whips across the abdomen, Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her back. more than screams followed.
"The first 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front man of Kristen once more. His adjacent jive was aimed squarely at her breasts. The pain was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The future 10 are for trying to scarper ”. The whip continued to scourge Kristen's white meat, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipples. By the time the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in express hysteric.
"Now, for the fun share"said Robert
With that he took out two clamp. He attached weights to them. Each weight was the size of a golf game ball and press thrice as much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to brace them. Kristen let out a garish squeals. When the nipple clamps were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moans grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"actions have effect ”.
He waked behind the trussed up little girl. A quick unzipping sound and she was skewered by Henry Martyn Robert's penis.
His jabbing were short-circuit and quick. The waves of pleasure pulsed from her cunt to the rest of her consistency. Meanwhile the sharp pain from the nipple clamps radiated through her chest. The mixed bag of painfulness and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her eubstance reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not understand how she was getting off from Brassica napus, but it was the world. The pathetic girl tried to bottle up the orgasm but nada worked. Her breathing time became frequent and shallow. Her body started to go into fit. Sweat rolled down her saltation limbs.
She was nearing passing and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her pass. Nothing worked. As she climaxed, she led out an titillating belly laugh. Soon after she heard Henry Martyn Robert's pleasurable screaming. For a while the room was filled with auditory sensation of heavy breathing. Then Robert stood in front end of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juices and spermatozoan.
"Time to clean it off"he said before sticking his gumshoe in her sass. The pack gag made it unsufferable to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"poke it off, Bitch"Robert said as he inserted his fellow member deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her Charles Herbert Best to lick it, but the sludge just stayed in her lip.
It took half an 60 minutes to lick it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's face. A sadistic look washed over his face.
"Now, lets talk about that coming. You did accept one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to feature one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her fountainhead, her body starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not betray, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Robert walked around Kristen's bound frame. Whipped her 5 times, cilium coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to scream.
"Now, you will bear there for a while and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to slip away out or fall asleep. You will dislocate your shoulders if you do."said Henry M. Robert as he walked out of the room. The arduous door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the darkness. She hated the night. There was nothing but pain in the dark. The mammilla clamps still tugged at her sore nipples. The ring gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the gustatory perception of her own vaginal juice in her mouth. She did not desire to be this way anymore. She did not want to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Robert again.


She had no idea how hanker it took for Robert to number back. When he did, he brought food and body of 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 lady friend"said Henry Martyn Robert, petting her on the back of her question and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the ring gag. Kristen managed to cream her dry sassing. He untied her radiocarpal joint from the roof circle and undid the straps separating her ankle. Kristen collapsed on the story. She licked dry lips.
She did not necessitate any reminders to know what to do next.
"Thank you… professional. May I …please sop up your tool"
Henry M. Robert smiled and took off his gasp. Kristen knew what to do. She took his sock in her mouthpiece like an ice ointment cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her back talk. She swallowed it as far as her throat would allow.
When she felt the cock start to pulse, she redoubled her feat. And when the hot cum exploded in her oral fissure, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Henry M. Robert's light beam clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a cover.
"This is for being a good miss. Now, Eat. We have a long day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plateful clean. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrist 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 reject. She has given up trying to struggle. nigh of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering lights woke Kristen up. Her organic structure ached all over. Her labia, her butt cheeks and her tit all stung from the day before. Still, her meat fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the room. She was determined to obey him this metre. Whether it was out of veneration or real tenderness, she did not know. Much like her reactions to pleasure and hurt in the live 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Henry M. Robert started to clean her face and brush her whisker while Mr. Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's answer was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Henry M. Robert. His pure tone was calmness and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to prove it, wouldn't you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
"Yes, captain"
"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 passkey"She did not know what to believe anymore.
Robert took out a yoke of handcuffs and secured Kristen's hands behind her back."commodity, now, soak up my cock."
Kristen did not demand to be told twice. She lunged at the elongate and took it in her mouth. She bobbed her back and Forth River, up and down and side to side. Her tongue licked and caressed every inch of that penis. She sucked up the pre semen juices. When the Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her lips.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you require me to do ?"
Robert did not skip over a beat."Suck my ballock, slave"
Kristen complied without question. Taking the sack in her mouth, she proceeded to knead it with her tongue and lips. She sucked the balls uninfected, filling her mouth with their salty taste. This was just to avoid penalization, she told herself. But somewhere bass inside she began to like these cruddy game.
"commodity girl."Robert decided this was plenty pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her feet. It was then that the girl noticed a long roofy running across the elbow room. gnarl were tied all along the length of the R-2. Rope was set about shank high school.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her capitulum. Henry M. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Captain John Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Smith took out a ball gag, nipple clamps and 2 solidifying of exercising weight. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's mamilla. He then directed Kristen toward the rophy. He helped her swing one of her legs over the R-2. He then made for certain that Kristen's pussy lips were hugging the rope.
Henry M. Robert stood on the other face of the rope.
"This is a trustfulness example, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll make off a musical composition of appurtenance. Start when you are make ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to keep on the forget me drug from digging in too deep, but that did not help much. The rope was still rubbing up against her snatch.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
departure fast was the hold out thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the first international nautical mile. Kristen could not serve but let out an agonized screech. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her pussy. She had to drive her cunt over the Calidris canutus, clenching her jaw in the process. 10 column inch further down the rope she had to subdue another mi. By the time she reached Henry Martyn Robert, Kristen was cook to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her articulatio humeri, kissing her on the frontal bone and taking off her ball gag."Very proficient. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll outset to take off the weights on the mamilla clams ”.
Kristen was ready to give way up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine dedication to her capturer ? She did not know.
Kristen struggled over every knot, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her consciousness from the pain on a few occasions. But she completed the cycle not once, but four more times. When Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, master"she said as Robert
"On your human knee"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the sight of the instrument but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? Do you need me to get you off ?
Word came out o her oral fissure before Kristen could even believe them"Yes master"
"Then you have to gain it. Make your mitt utilitarian"
Kristen's hands were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Robert twisted one of her knocker with his strong fingers."pillock young woman, you should be intimate what I want !"
Using the other deal he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His knickers were still on.
"diagonal it, you little cocotte ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his binge 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.
wafture of pleasure started to gurgle from her crotch to the eternal sleep of her body. Kristen let out pocket-size moans of pleasure.
"You like that, you picayune filth ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to grind 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 sentry go, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight hug and pull on her nipple elicited and garish gasp.
"Well, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The paw that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hairsbreadth, pulling her nous back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to wail
"Now answer again, did you savour this as lots 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 kitty-cat
Kristen, still on guard, let out a pocket-sized 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 painful pinch of her mammilla made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little sporting lady"Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a someone new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"commodity, Kristen, in force. You are finally being honest with me."
Robert continued to hasten Kristen's sex. She was getting more and to a greater extent rouse. Her breathing started to get heavier. She started to sweat. The most surprise 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 spread through her dead body. Her respiration was becoming to a greater extent and Thomas More acute. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and More ardour. The same fervency drove Kristen to rub Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you know what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girl, master"
Henry M. Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are bright than that, Kristen."He hissed in her pinna,"Try again"
"A cheater, schoolmaster !"
"NO ! Try again !"Henry Martyn Robert twisted her pap one more clock time. Kristen threw her head back, repressing a scream. It was still abominable. But was she starting to like it ?
"A WHORE, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her lower jaw became stiff. Rubbing herself ever harder against Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, captain ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Robert's deal that was rubbing her breasts and pinching her mammilla. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her chest were rising up and down dramatically. A flavour of surprise, defeat and disappointment washed over her typeface."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you free"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, maestro"Kristen looked down, averting Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating sporting lady like you ?"Robert continued
Another slub started creeping into Kristen's throat. Words came out like a flood."Punish me, maestro. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, master ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve penalisation !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair, pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the rampart.
"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 vicious coke against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her mouth to shout out, but stifled it in the last moment. She bent her knees from the infliction, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Henry M. Robert was readying another voiceless nose candy. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breath and anticipating another blow. The blow came, even more abominable than the foremost. Her skeletal frame bent, and an agonise shrieking escaped her mouth. Red welts started to appear on her breasts. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 to a greater extent reversal came. Kristen suppressed her urge to squall, only occasionally letting out a whine. Despite the bother, her nipples were rear and her pussycat was wet.
Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling form. Kristen looked away, not wanting to conform to Robert's regard. Henry Martyn Robert grabbed a handful of her right boob and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Roberts's fingers slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the uncovered mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her boob were sore from the whipping. Her hide seemed like it was on blast.
"Would you like me to blockade ?"Henry Martyn Robert asked gently
"No, master"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Henry M. Robert grabbed the other tit, squeezing it in a similar style. This clip he bent down, took the teat in the mouth 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. Robert bit down on the pap. Kristen screamed. Her breathing place was ragged.
"Do you want me to stop ?"
"No, master"
Robert eventually lost interest in her breasts. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in battlefront of Kristen's pussy.
"Spread your legs"
Kristen complied without doubtfulness. She realized just how let out she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Henry Martyn Robert extended his middle finger's breadth and thrusting it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Henry Martyn Robert continued to thrust, first slowly, then with increasing speeding. It did not take long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out longsighted titillating moans. She breathed heavily from her oral fissure. She got up on her toes, ready to lose control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger's breadth out of her puss. ventilation raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Henry M. Robert a facial expression of heavy frustration, but thought in force about saying anything. Robert only showed her his middle digit, one used to bring her so agonizingly secretive 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 pharynx and squeezed. Kristen could not rest. Pinning her to the wall, he thrust his gumshoe trench in her vagina. Kristen would have screamed, had she been capable to rest. Robert lifted Kristen off the ground with the sinewy stab of his hips. One, two, three inviolable, deliberated thrusts was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, stupor and joy shooting through their bodies. Henry Martyn Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The haste of roue back into her brain only doubled the orgasmic sensation. Kristen took a bass breath and let out a several long, erotic moans. Her body went limp from the pleasurable rushing. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 moment to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Henry Martyn Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the pitiable daughter over to her blanket and laying her down on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an casual moan escaping her throat. She was laying hitch on the story, filament of whisker obscuring her face. Her low, round breasts were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the room access, picking up pieces of paraphernalia on the way out.
"master, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Henry Martyn Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hours. Get some rest"
"original, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to apologize !"
Henry M. Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprise in his voice.
"I am bad I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so expert to me. You were the perfect tense swain. I just knew that you were going to pop the question to me…"
Henry M. Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more emotional. Every sentence was filled with more and to a greater extent hysteric. She was getting to the wand of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my heart. But I was scared that my life-time was ending. I wanted to be savage and liberal. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
bust started to appear in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and gamy. Oh, GOD, Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to injure you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced Logos. Robert took her in her arms.
"I am dingy ... I am sorry…"Kristen kept repeating between sobs.
"I know"Robert answered.
He let go of Kristen and started to get up
"Please, master copy, don't go. Please don't leave me alone here. I'll do anything you want. Anything.
"Robert took her head in his arms and kissed her on the os frontale"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer Word than these."Yes master copy, with all my heart ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you understand ?"
Kristen nodded, tears running down her human face."Yes, master ”.
As the grave door closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the dark. She hated the dark. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nothing more than to be with her skipper. She fell asleep, crying. Her shortness of breath eventually melted away into trench sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar sound of the opening door. Henry M. Robert entered the room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Robert went through his normal routine without saying a employment. He brushed her whisker and wiped her bare body down with wet cloths. Kristen was trying to look into his center, to chance a hint to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even more than perplexed when, upon finishing the hygiene routine, Robert produced a minor key and unlocked her handcuffs. Kristen rubbed her sore wrists, not knowing what to make of it all. He tossed some wearing apparel in front of her."Put these on and encounter me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the weedy jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her home. I seemed like an infinity ago. In another life, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the stair. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt disaffect to her. So was the smell of ambulating under her own power. She went through the fleshy door way and up the stair. She reached the second threshold, one that kept her from escaping. This time the door was opened all-encompassing. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with glasses."Is that the rope overlord ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now think back, the process is not complete"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens nightlong, but you seemed to have progressed very well. Follow my statement to the letter of the alphabet 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 outside mankind for years. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Henry M. Robert shook the man's hand and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"semen, slave. We have a lot to spill about"
"Yes, master ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one last favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am mindful that you run in the same circles as one Michael Bay. If you could give him my posting and differentiate him that I could solve his Megan Fox problem, I would be much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood media broke the story :"Kristen Stewart and Henry M. Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an audience.
Mr. Smith saw a familiar aspect on TV and turned up the volume"I was stupid and selfish. I made a huge mistake. Henry M. Robert was kind enough to take me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The media hailed it as a story of salvation, of love surviving the ultimate test. Only a trained eye could see the true story : Ms. Stewart's strength when she sat future to Mr. Pattison, the submissive personal manner in which she addressed him on camera, the quick looks she gave Robert while silently seeking license to speak to the interviewer. Kristen Dugald Stewart, the Hollywood bad missy, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm industry, Julia Evelina Smith speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's expert to let the cat out of the bag to you. Sure, encounter on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until adjacent time… .