Celebrity Trainers : Kristen Jimmy Stewart
computer code : MF, nc, ravishment, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, James Bond,

disavowal : This is fiction, it did NOT encounter. illusion is legal. This story does not preach violence against charwoman. If you have any suggestions for this or any other future story, please email me. Don't forget to neuter and spay your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the separation. Kristen's affair caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of brokenheartedness and anger. And despite his best efforts to submit, the spirit were not going away.
When a friend of a friend suggested a sealed place that"fixes these relationship problems ”, Robert was skeptical. The business menu said"Stockholm industriousness"and listed a figure. The friend did not give much Sir Thomas More contingent or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the phone. The whole affair was very secretive."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The office on the business bill of fare was located on the far outskirts of Orient Los Angeles. No sign was posted above or in front of the threshold, just an office number. The inside the office Henry Martyn Robert found 4 dummy white bulwark, wide-eyed desk and chairperson. There was another door on the face-to-face side of the bureau. The resident of the desk was a field looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading chicken feed and expanding waistline gave an imprint of a life history government agency worker.
"Mr. Pattison, total in please ”.
Pattison took a seat.
"You may call off me Mr. Kate Smith. First things first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and sticker routine, the services that we offer are very undivided. You need not only money, but the decent connectedness, which you obviously do. We are closelipped for a cause. The legality of our services is questionable. But we are very good at what we do, and cipher ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Henry M. Robert replied"I still don't sympathise how you can help me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. Smith leaned forward"You are a populace pattern, Mr. Pattison. Your recent breakup with Ms. Kristen Stewart is world knowledge. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to incite on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behavior limiting. If you choose to apply our services, I can secure that not only will infidelity no longer be a business in your relationship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more concordant and pleasing to you. There will be no more fights or disagreements. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will stay true to you ”.
"How exactly do you design to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combination of technique, including bondage, S & M and psychological training. What I can assure is 100 % achiever rate and that nobody is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the point of no restitution. If you agree to use our avail, I will give you ALL the inside information. If you choose not to use our overhaul, this conversation is over. You will never listen from us again. If you contact the police force or the media, they will find cipher but a legitimate indemnity office. We are good at what we do and we have never had problem. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your resolution"?
Pattison hesitated for only a import :"Tell me Sir Thomas More ”.
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The tidings craze that came after her social function was revealed caused Kristen Dugald Stewart to cancel several media appearances. She did not finger like answering any dubiousness about the social function or the breakup. In fact she did not feel like doing anything for the rest of the week. She made the calls to cancel her date and dismissed the staff of her mansion. The lonesome thing she would be doing for the next 7 days is fucking Rupert drum sander, her new preferred boy toy. Robert was fun for a patch, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Henry M. Robert needed to man up and move on.
After putting on her favorite top, weedy denim and brushing her recollective reddish Brown University hair's-breadth, Kristen made her way toward her chamber door. A magniloquent stranger waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom paries. A knife was pressed to her slender neck."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot smoother"said the masked intruder. Kristen was frozen in fear. The stranger put away the tongue and quickly reel Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her wrist joint behind her"Go ahead and scream, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her paw tightly secured, Kristen was shoved face up on top of her bed. The interloper took out more rophy and started tying her ankles.
"What do you need from me ? ? ? I have money ! pack my notecase ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankles secured, the unknown stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into teardrop"please don't rape me !"
Still wearing a smiling on his disguise face, the trespasser took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's poke and mouth, all while pinning her slender bound human body to the bed.
The futile but sexy struggles continued for just a few minutes. Her center rolled to the back of her head. Her lids closed and her body went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun component"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the brat's cell telephone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her creation was obscure and cold. The bag was still over her head. She was laying expression down on the floor, her bare mammilla pressed against the cold concrete. Her peg were free, but her manus were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to propel her head and curlicue on her back, pain stab through her spine and sleeve. She tried to joggle her finger's breadth and realized they were touching higher up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and pass off faster. She then realized something big and unit of ammunition was stuck in her mouth.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to hear representative in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will pretermit her for days"said the other, unfamiliar voice
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of strong hands grabbed her by the arms and set her upright, sitting on her knees. The bag was pulled off her head and Kristen was blinded by the bright lights.
"good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of questions, but given your predicament, you are not in the billet to ask. If we feel generous, we will reply those doubtfulness in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could come up with a ball gag in her mouth.
"First things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a reverse petition stance. It is designed to not only be atrocious but to also limit your movement considerably. So try not to sputter if you want to avoid unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may take in also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to keep on you tranquil, but rather to make you drool, mostly for humiliation purposes. look free to scream all you like. Nobody outside these walls can get a line you."
By now Kristen's middle had adjusted to the spark. In front of her stood a man in a ski masquerade and a short whip in his bridge player. The Stranger's voice belonged to him. The survey of him, his clothes and the whip sent shudder 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 mind. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a node,"continued the cloak alien,"there are rules you have to follow, split them and risk punishment. Rule 1…
Kristen's thinker drowned out the speaker. She was looking instead at Robert. Her forefront was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of anger and disarray. Henry Martyn Robert's expression didn't variety. The audio of the whip slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in front of her."Do you read the household prescript"
A looking of helpless confusion was all Kristen could make out
The masked man grabbed the bound missy by the chin and loosened the strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few moment to spit the gag out.
"Do you interpret the dominion ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE infernal region DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? Henry Martyn Robert WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The masked man shoved the egg gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one to a greater extent prison term, do you realise the prescript ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You dependable let me go. multitude will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The cloaked man shoved the testicle gag back into the female child oral cavity, this prison term tightening the shoulder strap.
"Ill subscribe that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's top some matter up. cipher is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a week. You were kind decent to cancel all of your appointments for the next 7 days, so the culture medium won't be looking for you. As for Mr. electric sander, he received a text shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his issue. You even issued a statement on your twitter Sir Frederick Handley Page announcing the termination of your kinship and a very dear apology to his kin and your fan. In brusk, cypher will be looking for you for a piece. At this clip you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the house regulation, it is clear you did not hear them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. 1st rule is that you will cover me as sir and Mr. Pattison as headmaster. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of spell and used foul nomenclature ”. The dissemble man looked up at Henry Martyn Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgression did you count, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Henry Martyn Robert's answer.
"Then you should deal out with the punishment ”, said the masked man as he handed Henry M. Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a hazard to object, her school principal was forced down on the basis. She was still on her knees. With her manus tied and her butt straight up in the air, the girl was the very definition of vulnerability. The first thrash came without warning. The hurting across her butt impudence was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonised and prolonged scream.
The shock was quickly followed by reverence and an impend opinion of doom.
The second hit of the whip was as shocking as the foremost. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The one-third strike of the whiplash sent an reverberation across the pocket-size way. The pain similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her spine and throughout the rest of her contorted physical structure. Kristen could not opine 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 bother. Whatever the reason, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th prison term. Time seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the story with no forte or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whip for the 5th fourth dimension.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her glob gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quiet response from behind her. This was the offset time that Henry M. Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in front of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting position
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my faith ! You have caused me unbelievable hurting ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Henry M. Robert. This was the first time she has seen such rage.
The way was once again silent. Only two auditory sensation filled the memory board room were the small-scale whine and sobs that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Henry M. Robert let go of Kristen's fuzz and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her only warning before she felt Roberts member stab inside her. Kristen let out a short yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a whore"Henry Martyn 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 torso and kept her manus in a reverse prayer emplacement only made it forged. Robert gave his hips one potent poking. painful sensation blastoff through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her sleeve. Kristen's let out a pharyngeal scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of pain in the ass"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Henry M. Robert's sentences was punctuated by a secure pelvic drive. Each jabbing brought on more screech. The wow seemed to fertilise Henry M. Robert's lust. The jabbing became more regular and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain. The agonized screaming were replaced by desperate, botheration filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to trouble 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 result she was drooling uncontrollably. In short, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new superstar soon washed over her ; rousing. As Robert continued to hump 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 betray her.
Each thrust sent a wave through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of pain or joy, the short girl could no longer enjoin. The tender sense datum facing pages from her lumbus to the rest of her body. Her mind was racing, her vision became cloudy. She was doing everything to prevent the seemingly inevitable orgasm. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Robert tensed up, gave one final stab, grunted and released his load inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily drop-off over on top of her bound form. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her consistency was still in agony. The pain in the ass was slowly pass off and so was the feeling of arousal. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Robert pulled on his pants and started to take the air out of the room.
"make certainly she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The dissemble man took out more roofy. One end of the roach was passed through the loop-the-loop on the roof and attached to a pulley on the English of the wall. The masked man used the other end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's leaping mannikin. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the floor. As the R-2 pulled her higher, she once again felt the pain in her lower back and shoulder. Kristen struggled to her feet, but her captor continued to pull up on the Mexican valium. 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 forget me drug, Kristen could barely relate the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The bother in her back, arms and shoulder was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Dugald Stewart"said the masked man,"movement will only throw the pain worse"
The man walked out of the room. The lights went off. The grave metal door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with nothing but her pain to keep her company. The whimpers and sobs filled the empty place.
"I don't want her injury permanently"said Henry Martyn Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The blind showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her external respiration was panicked. Her body contorted. Her center portrayed stark agony.
"This is not the showtime time I have done this"rebuked Mr. John Smith"I am not in the business of maiming hoi polloi. When this is done, Ms. Stewart will still be able to function in her normal surroundings. She will still act, or at to the lowest degree try to. She will still walk the red rug. She will do all the things she has done before. The only thing that will change will be her psychology ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the appendage and I need you to do exactly as I say. Stockholm syndrome is quite easy to bring on if you know the right button to crusade. Ms. Stewart has to go submissive to you. She has to be dependent on you. You need to make this family relationship strictly about rewards and penalisation. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terms. This is uncomplicated mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to learn to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. play her intellectual nourishment in about an 60 minutes. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not palpate thirstiness. Her mind was completely concentrated on the pain. She was fighting to keep her cognisance. The bother was overwhelming. She was beginning to misplace her battle.
The chamber door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The fad in his oculus was gone.
He put the two dental plate he brought with him on the floor and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted body was lowered to the priming. Her legs could not keep her weight and collapsed under her. Henry Martyn Robert untied the air mile creditworthy for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some solid food"He said calmly."I will adopt off your gag. Please continue silent."
The ball was removed. Her jaw ached, her mouth was parched. Robert offered her a field glass of urine and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be hungry"said Henry Martyn Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Truth was, she was very athirst. Her breakfast was small-scale and she had nix to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just words, Kristen. activeness speak louder. shew me just how thankful you are"replied Henry M. Robert.
Kristen looked at him obscure. Henry Martyn Robert unzipped his pants and let his engorged phallus 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 bumble and judder her header
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the cheek startled and shook Kristen. The young lady's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful gripe !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the ball gag back into her oral fissure and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more leave to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the bedroom and closed the threshold. Kristen once again found herself in the dark. She was no longer suspended above the floor. As long as she did not fight against her chemical bond, she did not find the pain. But without the painful sensation, her other common sense were once again working. Within 10 minutes the virtuoso of thirst was unbearable. She could crawl right following to the food sports stadium, but het gag did not let her manducate or swallow. The smell filled her anterior naris and made the sensation even more acuate. This was a different sort of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an timeless existence. The room access opened once again. Henry M. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you fix to evince your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her headway desperately and moaned through the gag. Henry Martyn Robert took his time undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the musket ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another slap across the boldness shut Kristen up.
"You will call me master, and you will beg me to set aside you to blow me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will flow you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"Good, now be a good whore and beg"
A knot started to mould in Kristen's pharynx. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please absorb your putz ?"
Henry Martyn Robert unzipped his bloomers and let his dick hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this repast, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her knees toward the waiting Henry M. Robert. She kept her middle on the now bulging penis, hesitant to get close to it. The thought of putting that matter in her mouthpiece was almost cat inducing.
"Perhaps you would like wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head toward the penis, hesitating just a little before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the cock with her brim 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 little more insistence with her sassing and licked the underside of the member with the tip of her lingua. She wanted naught 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 deep inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a frightened yelp, then started to sputter against Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, cyprian, I will slash you raw ! You got that ?"hollo Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to retain her jaw opened. But she could not help but struggle against Robert's grasp. His dick was moving in and out of her throat, making it hard to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her battle only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was center on her external respiration, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his orgasm. Soon after, her sassing was filled with Robert's hot seeded player. Henry Martyn Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's foreland so he could look into her oculus. The sperm was starting to dribble out of her mouth.
"sup it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to throw up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare spit it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the urge to throw up. It took several more swallows. While she managed to keep it down, she could not fake the expression of disgust that washed over her face. That construction seemed to dedicate Henry M. Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the ash grey bowl of solid food in front of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you please undo my arms"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Henry M. Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the squawk that you are. Do you understand that ?"
Kristen knew better than to debate with him.
The Heavy door closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the darkness. She was tied up and hunched over on her knees. Eating out of a barker bowl was yet another humiliation, but one that she was willing to hold up with. She shoved her rima oris deep in to the arena. By the sentence she was done, the bowl was licked clean. So was the trading floor where the drift bits of intellectual nourishment fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her slope. The concrete level was punishing and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even rent were no longer an option. She curled herself in the foetal position. Her dentition chattered and her body shook from the cold. Eventually debilitation won over and she passed out.
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When the phone of the threshold opening and the bright igniter woke her, she did not know where she was. She was hoping that the horrors of the Night before were just a bad ambition. When she managed to open her eyes, she fell into despair once again.
Her trunk ached all over. Her butt joint cheeks still stung rom the slaughter. Her pussy felt sore from the rape. She could barely feel her hands.
Henry Martyn Robert and the masked man entered the way.
"Mr. Adam Smith is going to untie you, but only if you promise to behave yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to verbalize, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her hear instead. Mr. Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Henry M. Robert approached the girl with a bottle of H2O and some wet wipe.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Henry M. Robert started cleaning her face with the rub. Kristen was a fix. Her hair was disheveled, desiccated split, saliva and bits of food covered her face.
Robert was very entitle with her. This was not the Lapplander man that raped her the nighttime before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your boor face, you know"he said casually, brushing her retentive, reddish brown hair,"You are a cancel beauty. You should not veil your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She tried to look chill out, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Adam Smith undid her bonds. Kristen was able to run her hands for the first time in many hours. She gasped as pain in the ass barb through her arms. It would take a while to regain their fully mobility.
Mr. David Roland Smith turned away from her, putting the Mexican valium away in his bag. Soon after, Henry Martyn Robert turned away as well, walking over to the garbage and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely relinquish. Moreover, the heavy door was open and unobstructed. The whole process took only a few seconds, but Kristen decided to make a run for it.
Her stage were sore and painful. Her sense of balance was off and she was still exhausted from last dark's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the door. She stumbled several times before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the stairs. Her creative thinker was racing. She was afraid to look back. She just kept on going. After climbing the step for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a door. She pulled on the handle, but the threshold would not give. She pounded on the threshold, she screamed for service, but nix helped. Whatever specialty carried her up the stairs was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the threshold and started crying. She hugged her stifle and rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few minutes later she heard the footstep coming from below. The footfall were measured, lacking urgency or panic. Eventually she saw Henry M. Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, vividness hidden in that calm voice.
"Henry M. Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you relish lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you assert on betraying me at every number ?."
Kristen was hysteric. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a handful of Kristen's hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to behave and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to believe you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the steps by her scalp. Kristen continued to back up on her own prick, grabbing at the rampart to go along her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing whore. I extended you a little kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to trust you ever again ?"
When they reached the chamber, Robert threw Kristen on the base.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the indocile sobbing
"word, Kristen, just words ! Your action at law speak otherwise !"bicker out Robert.
He then addressed to the masked man ;"Mr. Smith, the whore has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Joseph Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her articulatio radiocarpea, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrists together then did the same to her cubitus. He then tied a tenacious piece of roofy to Kristen's wrists and hooked the other end on the ceiling pulley-block. He pulled the rope tight enough to prove the girlfriend's wrist joint as eminent as her shoulders, but allowed Kristen to continue to stand up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 foot long metal pole with shoulder strap attached to each end. The Pole was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's legs scatter. The doughnut gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the supporting players. Kristen was once again lost and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the chin."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. Whip in handwriting, he took a vacillation at Kristen's body. Kristen let out an agonized wow. A big red wheal started to appear across her abdomen. 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 rachis. More sidesplitter followed.
"The firstly 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front of Kristen once more. His following jive was aimed squarely at her breasts. The infliction was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The following 10 are for trying to get out ”. The whip continued to harry Kristen's breasts, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipples. By the time the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in gross hysterics.
"Now, for the fun part"said Robert
With that he took out two clamp. He attached weighting to them. Each weight was the size of a golf game ball and count thrice as practically. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipple to stimulate them. Kristen let out a flashy squeals. When the nipple clinch were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moans grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"action mechanism have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girlfriend. A agile unzipping strait and she was skewered by Robert's penis.
His thrust were shortly and ready. The wave of pleasance pulsed from her pussy to the ease of her soundbox. Meanwhile the keen pain from the nipple clamps radiated through her thorax. The mixture of botheration and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her body reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not understand how she was getting off from colza, but it was the world. The poor people girl tried to suppress the orgasm but nothing worked. Her hint became frequent and shoal. Her physical structure started to go into upheaval. Sweat rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing release and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her point. nix worked. As she climaxed, she led out an titillating riot. Soon after she heard Henry M. Robert's pleasurable scream. For a while the room was filled with sounds of profound ventilation. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal succus and sperm.
"Time to strip it off"he said before sticking his dick in her mouthpiece. The mob gag made it impossible to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"lap it off, Bitch"Robert said as he inserted his extremity deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her best to lap up it, but the muck just stayed in her mouth.
It took half an time of day to bat it off completely. Henry Martyn Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's brass. A sadistic look washed over his face.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did stimulate one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her top dog.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to have one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her headland, her eubstance starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not rat, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Robert walked around Kristen's bounce frame. Whipped her 5 times, lashes coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to squall.
"Now, you will stand there for a spell and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to pass out or fall asleep. You will splay your shoulders if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the room. The profound doorway slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the wickedness. She hated the shadow. There was nothing but pain sensation in the shadow. The mammilla clamps still tugged at her sore tit. The doughnut gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the discernment of her own vaginal juices in her mouth. She did not need 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 long it took for Henry Martyn Robert to come back. When he did, he brought food for thought and piddle 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 school principal no.
"That's my miss"said Robert, petting her on the spine of her school principal and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the annulus gag. Kristen managed to solve her dehydrated lips. He untied her articulatio radiocarpea from the ceiling rope and undid the strap separating her articulatio talocruralis. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry lips.
She did not need any reminders to know what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please suck your cock"
Robert smiled and took off his pant. Kristen knew what to do. She took his air sock in her back talk like an ice cream cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lips. She swallowed it as far as her throat would let.
When she felt the pecker start to pulse, she redoubled her try. And when the hot cum exploded in her lip, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Henry M. Robert's shot clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a blanket.
"This is for being a right lady friend. Now, Eat. We have a farsighted day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that photographic plate clean. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrists and shoulder joint were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would have been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to dissent. She has given up trying to struggle. well-nigh of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the mantle
The flickering brightness woke Kristen up. Her body ached all over. Her labia, her butt impudence and her bosom all stung from the day before. Still, her heart fluttered when she saw Robert manner of walking into the room. She was determined to obey him this meter. Whether it was out of fear or genuine affection, she did not sleep together. Much like her chemical reaction to pleasure and pain in the last 2 daytime, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to houseclean her face and sweep her hair while Mr. Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May delight I suck your stopcock now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, steady"said Henry Martyn Robert. His tone was sedate 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 for certain what to think.
"And you would do anything to rise it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, Master"
"I will do affair 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 offend you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes Master"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."trade good, now, suck my cock."
Kristen did not want to be told twice. She lunged at the lengthened and took it in her backtalk. She bobbed her back and Forth, up and down and side to side. Her tongue licked and caressed every inch of that penis. She sucked up the pre ejaculate 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 want me to do ?"
Henry M. Robert did not skip a pulse."Suck my glob, slave"
Kristen complied without enquiry. Taking the sack in her mouth, she proceeded to massage it with her tongue and lips. She sucked the ballock pick, filling her mouth with their salty taste. This was just to stave off penalty, she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she began to like these nasty secret plan.
"commodity girl."Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her pes. It was then that the girl noticed a farsighted rope running across the room. Knots were tied all along the length of the rope. Rope was set about waist high.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her head. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Adam Smith took out a ball gag, nipple clamp and 2 exercise set of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weight unit to Kristen's nipples. He then directed Kristen toward the roach. He helped her swing one of her leg over the circle. He then made sure as shooting that Kristen's pussy lips were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the former side of the rope.
"This is a confidence utilisation, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll take off a piece of paraphernalia. come out when you are prepare ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to stick out on her toes to keep the rope from digging in too deep, but that did not help much. The rope was still rubbing up against her kitty-cat.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
Going fasting was the last affair Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the first burl. Kristen could not help but let out an agonised screeching. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her pussy. She had to force her pussy over the knot, clenching her jaw in the operation. 10 inches further down the rope she had to conquer another knot. By the sentence she reached Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Henry M. Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her on the brow and taking off her egg gag."Very beneficial. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll outset to take off the weights on the pap clams ”.
Kristen was ready to give up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Henry Martyn Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine loyalty to her captor ? She did not make out.
Kristen struggled over every knot, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her consciousness from the pain on a few occasions. But she completed the wheel not once, but four more time. When Henry Martyn Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried tear of joy.
"Thank you, master"she said as Robert
"On your knee joint"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the sight of the official document but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? Do you want me to get you off ?
Word came out o her oral fissure before Kristen could even think them"Yes master"
"Then you have to clear it. Make your work force useful"
Kristen's hands were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Henry M. Robert twisted one of her tits with his potent fingers."Stupid miss, you should recognise what I want !"
Using the early helping hand he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His trouser were still on.
"CVA it, you little lady of pleasure ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his stuff appendage underneath his pants
"goooooood"he said"now you get a payoff. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussy, shoved it in and turned it on.
Wave of joy started to riffle from her crotch to the rest of her body. Kristen let out small moan of pleasure.
"You like that, you little crud ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to grind against the vibrator. Her handwriting were still engaged rubbing his dick.
"Is it as good as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Henry Martyn Robert. Caught off safety device, Kristen stiffened. The abrasion stopped. She held her breath.

Another fuddled squeeze and pull on her tit elicited and loud gasp.
"Well, was it, you little whore ?"Henry Martyn Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The mitt that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's haircloth, pulling her headland back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Henry M. Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you enjoy this as a lot when Prince Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely disconcert about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's kitty-cat
Kristen, still on sentry go, let out a small moan. She continued to rub Robert's phallus 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 professional"
A painful collar of her nipple made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little tart"Henry Martyn Robert whispered in the young woman's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a individual new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"Good, Kristen, well. You are finally being honest with me."
Henry M. Robert continued to perk up Kristen's sex. She was getting more and more aroused. Her breathing started to get operose. She started to sweat. The most surprising thing for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new screw toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes lord ”. Her heart rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to spread through her body. Her breathing was becoming Sir Thomas More and more intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more fire. The same fervor drove Kristen to rub Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you know what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, original"
Robert Twisted her mammilla. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A cheater, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her nipple one more time. Kristen threw her straits back, repressing a screeching. It was still painful. But was she starting to care it ?
"A bawd, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her crushed jaw became stiff. Rubbing herself ever harder against Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, Master ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Henry M. Robert's hand that was rubbing her breasts and pinching her teat. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her bosom were rising up and down dramatically. A face of surprisal, frustration and disappointment washed over her face."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you barren"said Henry M. Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, sea captain"Kristen looked down, averting Henry M. Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating tart like you ?"Robert continued
Another greyback started creeping into Kristen's pharynx. Christian Bible came out like a flood."Punish me, master. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, master ”. 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 foundation and shoved her against the paries.
"STAND distillery !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fright. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the paries. Robert swung the whip and landed a vicious blow against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her mouth to scream, but stifled it in the net bit. She bent her knees from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another intemperately blow. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breath and anticipating another C. The blow came, even more painful than the number one. Her underframe bent, and an agonized scream escaped her mouth. Red welts started to appear on her boob. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 More blows came. Kristen suppressed her urge to scream, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the pain in the neck, her nipples were erect and her pussy was wet.
Henry Martyn Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling form. Kristen looked away, not wanting to forgather Robert's gaze. Robert grabbed a fistful of her ripe white meat and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Bartholomew Roberts's finger slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the exposed mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her boob were sore from the whipstitching. Her skin seemed like it was on fire.
"Would you like me to bar ?"Robert asked gently
"No, passe-partout"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the early chest, squeezing it in a similar manner. This time he bent down, took the nipple in the sassing and started licking the sore nipple. Another moan escaped Kristen's oral fissure. 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 nipple. Kristen screamed. Her breathing place was ragged.
"Do you desire me to contain ?"
"No, passkey"
Henry M. Robert eventually lost pastime in her bosom. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's pussy.
"Spread your legs"
Kristen complied without enquiry. She realized just how disclose she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Robert extended his middle finger and thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Henry M. Robert continued to thrust, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not take long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long erotic moan. She breathed heavily from her lip. She got up on her toes, ready to misplace control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his digit out of her pussy. ventilation raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a look of majuscule defeat, but thought proficient about saying anything. Henry M. Robert only showed her his midsection finger, one used to bring her so agonizingly close to an orgasm.
"Lick it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger's breadth, as if she would a member. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Robert took off his pants. He grabbed Kristen's pharynx and squeezed. Kristen could not breathe. Pinning her to the rampart, he thrust his dick oceanic abyss in her vagina. Kristen would have screamed, had she been able to breathe. Robert lifted Kristen off the terra firma with the muscular stab of his rose hip. One, two, three strong, deliberated stab was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, jar and delight shooting through their bodies. Robert let go of Kristen's pharynx. The charge of ancestry back into her brainpower only doubled the orgasmic maven. Kristen took a late breath and let out a several long, erotic moans. Her body went limp from the pleasurable rush. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 second to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Henry M. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the poor girl over to her blanket and laying her 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 limp on the flooring, strand of hair obscuring her look. Her small, round down bosom were rising and falling quickly.
Henry Martyn Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up pieces of gear on the way out.
"Master, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hours. Get some respite"
"professional, 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 good-for-nothing I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so soundly to me. You were the gross boyfriend. I just knew that you were going to project to me…"
Henry Martyn Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more excited. Every sentence was filled with more and more hysterics. She was getting to the verge of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my gist. But I was scared that my life was ending. I wanted to be wild and free. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
tears started to appear in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and naughty. Oh, GOD, Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to suffer you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced words. Henry M. Robert took her in her arms.
"I am no-account ... I am sorry…"Kristen kept repeating between sobs.
"I know"Robert answered.
He let go of Kristen and started to get up
"Please, maestro, don't go. Please don't leave me alone here. I'll do anything you want. Anything.
"Robert took her chief in his subdivision and kissed her on the forehead"
"Kristen, do you know me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer words than these."Yes schoolmaster, with all my warmness ”.
"Then you will expect for me here. Do you interpret ?"
Kristen nodded, tears running down her side."Yes, passe-partout ”.
As the heavy doorway closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the dark. She hated the shadow. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted naught more than to be with her professional. She fell asleep, crying. Her motherfucker eventually melted away into cryptical sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar sound of the opening doorway. Henry M. Robert entered the room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a grin.
Robert went through his rule modus operandi without saying a piece of work. He brushed her whisker and wiped her naked physical structure down with wet cloths. Kristen was trying to search into his eyes, to find a hint to his modality. She found nothing.
She was even more complicate when, upon finishing the hygienics routine, Robert produced a small key and unlocked her handcuffs. Kristen rubbed her sore wrist, not knowing what to ready of it all. He tossed some wearing apparel in front of her."Put these on and adjoin me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the skinny jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her domicile. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another life, perhaps.
Henry Martyn Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The apparel felt alien to her. So was the spirit of ambulating under her own superpower. She went through the heavy door way and up the stairs. She reached the second doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This meter the doorway was undefended spacious. She climbed some more stair and reached the top. She saw Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with glasses."Is that the roofy skipper ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Henry M. 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 overnight, but you seemed to take progressed very well. comply my instructions to the alphabetic character 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 away globe for days. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Robert shook the man's hand and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"Come, slave. We have a lot to mouth about"
"Yes, master key ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one last favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the same lap as one Michael Bay. If you could hand him my circuit board and order him that I could work his Megan Fox problem, I would be much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood media broke the narration :"Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Smith saw a familiar face on TV and turned up the intensity"I was stupid and selfish. I made a huge mistake. Henry Martyn Robert was sort decent to take me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The spiritualist hailed it as a story of redemption, of passion surviving the ultimate trial. Only a trained 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 camera, the fast looks she gave Robert while silently seeking permission to talk to the interviewer. Kristen James Maitland Stewart, the Hollywood bad girl, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm manufacture, Smith speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's just to talk to you. certain, meeting on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until next time… .