renown trainer : Kristen Jimmy Stewart
codification : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bail bond,

Disclaimer : This is fiction, it did NOT find. Fantasy is legal. This story does not advocate violence against fair sex. If you have any proffer for this or any early hereafter history, please email me. Don't forget to neuter and neuter your deary. Hope you enjoy the story.
news report :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's affair caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of grief and anger. And despite his substantially elbow grease to settle, the feelings were not going away.
When a booster of a friend suggested a certain office that"jam these relationship trouble ”, Robert was doubting. The business plug-in said"capital of Sweden industriousness"and listed a turn. The friend did not pass on much more than detail or account. Pattison had to schedule an designation on the telephone. The whole thing was very closelipped."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The office on the business organisation bill was located on the far outskirts of eastern United States Los Angeles. No house was posted above or in front of the door, just an office bit. The inside the situation Henry Martyn Robert found 4 blank white paries, simple desk and chairs. There was another door on the antonym slope of the government agency. The occupant of the desk was a plain looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading glasses and expanding waistline gave an impression of a calling federal agency worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come up in please ”.
Pattison took a tail end.
"You may call me Mr. Smith. first affair first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger procedure, the services that we offer are very undivided. You need not only money, but the in good order connectedness, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a ground. 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 understand how you can assist me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. John Smith leaned forward"You are a populace figure, Mr. Pattison. Your recent breakup with Ms. Kristen Stewart is public knowledge. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to move on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is deportment modification. If you choose to employ our help, I can guarantee that not only will infidelity no longer be a fear in your family relationship, but Ms. Dugald Stewart well be a lot more accordant and pleasing to you. There will be no more competitiveness or variance. Ms. Jimmy Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will continue dead on target to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combination of technique, including thrall, S & M and psychological training. What I can vouch is 100 % succeeder rate and that nobody is going to get detriment. However, we have reached the breaker point of no comeback. If you agree to use our services, I will give you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our avail, this conversation is over. You will never hear from us again. If you contact the police or the mass medium, they will chance nothing but a legitimate insurance delegacy. We are respectable at what we do and we have never had job. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your answer"?
Pattison hesitated for only a bit :"order me more ”.
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The news frenzy that came after her affair was revealed caused Kristen Jimmy Stewart to cancel various metier visual aspect. She did not feel like answering any questions about the involvement or the breakup. In fact she did not palpate like doing anything for the rest period of the hebdomad. She made the claim to invalidate her appointments and dismissed the staff of her mansion. The just thing she would be doing for the next 7 daytime is fucking Prince Rupert Sanders, her new favorite boy toy. Robert was fun for a piece, 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, skinny jeans and brushing her farseeing ruby Brown hair, Kristen made her way toward her bedroom threshold. A improbable stranger waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom wall. A knife was pressed to her slender neck."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot liquid"said the disguise trespasser. Kristen was frozen in fright. The stranger put away the knife and quickly spun 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 wow, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her hands tightly secured, Kristen was shoved boldness up on top of her bed. The interloper took out more rope and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! Take my pocketbook ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankle joint secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into tears"please don't assault me !"
Still wearing a smile on his masked face, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nose and sass, all while pinning her slender bound form to the bed.
The futile but sexy struggles continued for just a few minutes. Her eyes rolled to the rear of her head. Her lids closed and her torso went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun part"sighed the trespasser,"now, where is the brat's cell phone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her human race was coloured and cold. The bag was still over her head. She was laying face down on the floor, her bare tit pressed against the cold concrete. Her legs were disembarrass, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her head and roll on her back, pain dead reckoning through her spine and weapon. She tried to wiggle her fingers and realized they were touching higher up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and breathe faster. She then realized something big and unit of ammunition was stuck in her lip.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to get a line voices in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will miss her for Day"said the other, unfamiliar voice
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A twosome of secure hands grabbed her by the implements of war and set her erect, sitting on her knees. The bag was pulled off her fountainhead and Kristen was blinded by the smart lights.
"goodness good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of questions, but given your predicament, you are not in the position to ask. If we feel generous, we will serve those inquiry in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could summon with a ball gag in her mouth.
"commencement things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a reverse prayer location. It is designed to not only be painful but to also limit your apparent motion considerably. So try not to struggle if you want to avoid unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a formal gag. It is not designed to keep you quiet, but rather to make you drool, mostly for abasement use. Feel free to scream all you like. Nobody outside these wall can hear you."
By now Kristen's optic had adjusted to the luminance. In strawman of her stood a man in a ski mask and a short lash in his handwriting. The Stranger's phonation belonged to him. The quite a little of him, his clothes and the whip sent chill down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and saltation. rope 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 intellect. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a guest,"continued the masked alien,"there are rules you have to follow, break them and gamble punishment. Rule 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the talker. She was looking instead at Robert. Her head 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. Robert's saying didn't alteration. The sound of the lash slicing through the air got her aid. The Speaker was standing right in front of her."Do you understand the theatre normal"
A look of helpless mental confusion was all Kristen could manage
The masked man grabbed the bound miss by the chin and loosened the strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few seconds to spit the gag out.
"Do you sympathize the convention ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE infernal region 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 Thomas More time, do you understand the formula ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU son of a bitch ! ! ! You well let me go. mass will be looking for me. Prince Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The dissemble man shoved the ball gag back into the girl lip, this prison term tightening the strap.
"Ill learn that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's clear some things up. nonentity is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a workweek. You were kind enough to offset all of your appointments for the next 7 Clarence Day, so the culture medium won't be looking for you. As for Mr. Sanders, he received a school text shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his bit. You even issued a instruction on your twitter page announcing the termination of your human relationship and a very dear apology to his family unit and your fans. In poor, nobody will be looking for you for a while. At this sentence you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the house principle, it is clean you did not hear them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. showtime linguistic rule is that you will address me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of spell and used foul oral communication ”. The cloaked man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you numeration, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should dispense with the punishment ”, said the cloaked man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a chance to object, her headspring was forced down on the reason. She was still on her knees. With her hands tied and her butt straight up in the air, the miss was the really definition of vulnerability. The beginning thrash came without warning. The pain across her stern face was sudden and shrill. Kristen let out an agonized and prolonged scream.
The shock absorber was quickly followed by fear and an impending feeling of doom.
The second strike of the party whip was as shocking as the starting time. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the total of pain in the neck she was in was overwhelming.
The third strike of the party whip sent an echo across the small room. The painful sensation similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her spine and throughout the rest of her contorted body. Kristen could not remember or understand what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer weakness she was experiencing, or the terror that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the botheration. Whatever the reason, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the clip the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th time. Time seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the storey with no strength or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whip for the 5th time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her bollock gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quiet response from behind her. This was the kickoff time that Henry Martyn Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in front line of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting position
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my trust ! You have caused me incredible infliction ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Henry Martyn Robert. This was the first prison term she has seen such rage.
The room was once again tacit. Only two audio filled the storage room were the belittled whimpers and sobs that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's pilus and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her only warning before she felt Richard John Roberts penis thrust inside her. Kristen let out a myopic 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 pilus again. Kristen's back was arched in a afflictive way. The web of Mexican valium that surrounded her body and kept her hands in a blow appeal position only made it worse. Henry Martyn Robert gave his hips one powerful thrust. nuisance shot through Kristen's scalp, down her sticker and through her blazonry. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Henry M. Robert's conviction was punctuated by a unassailable pelvic thrust. Each thrust brought on more thigh-slapper. The shriek seemed to feed in Henry Martyn Robert's lust. The thrusts became more unconstipated and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain in the neck. The agonize shriek were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The tactual sensation 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 sensation soon washed over her ; rousing. As Henry M. Robert continued to fuck her, she felt her loins crestless wave."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in excruciation. Not only was she bound, helpless and ill-treat, but now her own organic structure started to betray her.
Each thrust sent a Wave through Kristen's dead body. Whether it was one of nuisance or pleasance, the poor daughter could no longer tell. The fond sensation spread from her loins to the rest of her body. Her head was racing, her mess became cloudy. She was doing everything to forbid the seemingly inevitable climax. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Robert tensed up, gave one final examination thrust, grunted and released his load inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily slump over on top of her bound form. She then felt him draw out himself from inside her. Her body was still in agony. The annoyance was slowly fading and so was the smell of foreplay. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Robert pulled on his gasp and started to walk out of the elbow room.
"shuffle sure she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The disguised man took out more rope. One end of the rope was passed through the loop on the cap and attached to a pulley block on the side of the wall. The disguised man used the other end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's bound form. Kristen heard the block clicking away and found herself being lifted from the flooring. As the roofy pulled her higher, she once again felt the infliction in her lower backrest and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her feet, but her captor continued to pull up on the rope. Soon Kristen was forced to resist on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the circle, Kristen could barely adjoin the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her back, sleeve and shoulders was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Stewart"said the block out man,"movement will only make the nuisance worse"
The man walked out of the way. The visible radiation went off. The profound metal room access clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with aught but her pain to maintain her company. The whimpers and whoreson filled the empty infinite.
"I don't want her harm permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The screen showed Kristen James Maitland Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her body contorted. Her eyes portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the maiden time I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the byplay of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. James Maitland Stewart will still be capable to serve in her rule environment. She will still act, or at to the lowest degree try to. She will still walk the red carpet. She will do all the things she has done before. The only matter that will change will be her psychology ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the mental process and I need you to do exactly as I say. capital of Sweden syndrome is quite wanton to take on if you know the powerful buttons to push. Ms. Stewart has to get submissive to you. She has to be dependent on you. You need to make this relationship strictly about rewards and penalty. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own damage. This is simple mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to con to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely thirsty by now. institute her food for thought in about an hour. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel thirstiness. Her mind was completely concentrated on the bother. She was fighting to keep her consciousness. The painfulness was overwhelming. She was beginning to lose her engagement.
The chamber door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the visible radiation. When she recovered, she saw Henry M. Robert. The fury in his eyes was gone.
He put the two plates he brought with him on the story and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted soundbox was lowered to the ground. Her legs could not take for her weight and collapsed under her. Robert untied the knot responsible for for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please remain silent."
The orchis was removed. Her jaw ached, her sass was parched. Robert offered her a meth of water and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be hungry"said Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. accuracy was, she was very hungry. Her breakfast was small and she had cypher to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just words, Kristen. natural action speak louder. Show me just how grateful you are"answer Henry M. Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Robert unzipped his pants and let his engorged penis fall out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's oculus bulged at the sight of his phallus. She has never performed a blowjob. The very thought of it disgusted her. Kristen started to falter and shake her nous
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the cheek startled and shook Kristen. The girl's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful cunt !"Yelled Henry M. Robert. He shoved the testicle gag back into her sass and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more uncoerced to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the bedchamber and closed the door. Kristen once again found herself in the dark. She was no longer suspended above the floor. As long as she did not struggle against her bonds, she did not feel the pain. But without the hurting, her early weed were once again working. Within 10 minutes the whiz of hunger was unbearable. She could crawl right next to the food arena, but het gag did not let her chew or swallow. The smell filled her anterior naris and made the champion even more acute. This was a different kind of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an infinity. The door opened once again. Henry M. Robert entered the elbow room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you set to express your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her head desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his time undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the testicle gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smack across the face shut Kristen up.
"You will call me passkey, and you will beg me to allow you to blow me !"Yelled Henry Martyn Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will flow you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"commodity, now be a good whore and beg"
A nautical mile started to mould in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please wet-nurse your dick ?"
Henry Martyn Robert unzipped his pant and let his shaft hang out. The affair was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her knee joint toward the waiting Henry Martyn Robert. She kept her oculus on the now bulging penis, hesitant to get close to it. The thought of putting that thing in her sass was almost vomit inducing.
"Perhaps you would care wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head toward the penis, hesitating just a slight before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the shaft with her lip ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Robert rolled his eyes."Don't barren my fourth dimension, whore. lactate it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a short more press with her sass and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her tongue. She wanted null to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the inside of her mouth.
Henry Martyn Robert lost patience and grabbed the backbone of Kristen's scalp, shoving her capitulum forward and forcing his prick deep inside Kristen's pharynx. Kristen gave a frightened yelp, then started to struggle against Henry Martyn Robert's bobby pin.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will whip you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to prevent her jaw opened. But she could not help but skin against Robert's bag. His gumshoe was moving in and out of her throat, making it backbreaking to take a breath. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to turn Henry M. Robert on even more. His stab increased in rapidness.
All Kristen could do was center on her breathing, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his climax. Soon after, her sassing was filled with Henry M. Robert's hot come. Henry M. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could front into her eyes. The spermatozoon was starting to drip out of her mouth.
"drink it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to thrust 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 Thomas More swallow. While she managed to keep it down, she could not bull the expression of disgust that washed over her face. That face seemed to give way Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the silver bowl of intellectual nourishment in front of her.
He started to take the air out of the room.
"Master…. can you please loosen my arms"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food for thought like the bitch that you are. Do you understand that ?"
Kristen knew better than to indicate with him.
The Heavy doorway 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 bow-wow bowl was yet another humiliation, but one that she was willing to live with. She shoved her sassing deep in to the arena. By the sentence she was done, the bowl was licked clean. So was the trading floor where the stray chip of food fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her position. The concrete floor was severe and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even tears were no farsighted an option. She curled herself in the fetal position. Her teeth chattered and her torso shook from the low temperature. Eventually enfeeblement won over and she passed out.
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When the sound of the door opening and the bright Inner Light woke her, she did not hump where she was. She was hoping that the horror of the night before were just a bad dream. When she managed to open her oculus, she fell into despair once again.
Her soundbox ached all over. Her butt cheeks still stung rom the whipping. Her puss felt sore from the rape. She could barely feel her handwriting.
Robert and the masked man entered the elbow room.
"Mr. Smith is going to untie you, but only if you promise to behave yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to utter, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her get word instead. Mr. Captain John Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the nautical mile. Robert approached the young lady with a bottle of water and some wet wipe.
"You must be hungry"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Robert started cleaning her face with the rub. Kristen was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, dried tears, saliva and bits of food covered her face.
Robert was very aristocratical with her. This was not the Lapp man that raped her the night before.
"I never really cared for your constitution or your Goth flavour, you know"he said casually, brushing her tenacious, cerise brown whisker,"You are a natural beauty. You should not hide your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the early shoe to fall. She tried to look calm, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her bonds. Kristen was able to actuate her helping hand for the first clip in many hours. She gasped as botheration shot through her subdivision. It would take a while to find their broad mobility.
Mr. Smith turned away from her, putting the ropes away in his bag. Soon after, Robert turned away as well, walking over to the garbage and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free. Moreover, the laboured door was open and unobstructed. The all process took only a few irregular, but Kristen decided to make a run for it.
Her legs were sore and terrible. Her sense of Libra the Scales was off and she was still exhausted from last night's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the door. She stumbled several times before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the step. Her mind was racing. She was afraid to front back. She just kept on going. After climbing the stairs for what seemed like an timeless existence, she reached a door. She pulled on the handle, but the door would not grant. She pounded on the door, she screamed for help, but nothing helped. Whatever strength carried her up the step 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 minute of arc later she heard the pace coming from below. The footfall were deliberate, lacking importunity or scare. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, intensity hidden in that calm voice.
"Henry M. Robert, please. Let's lecture 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 hysterical. Her binge 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 trust you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the step by her scalp. Kristen continued to choke on her own sobs, grabbing at the walls to stay fresh her balance.
"You are a treasonous, backstabbing whore. I extended you a little benignity, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to bank you ever again ?"
When they reached the bedroom, Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the ungovernable son of a bitch
"Words, Kristen, just lyric ! Your actions speak otherwise !"bicker out Henry M. Robert.
He then addressed to the masked man ;"Mr. Joseph Smith, the fancy woman has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrists, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrists together then did the Saami to her elbow joint. He then tied a longsighted piece of rope to Kristen's wrists and hooked the former end on the ceiling pulley. He pulled the rope tight enough to arouse the girl's carpus as high-pitched as her shoulders, but allowed Kristen to go on to stand up straight.
Mr. Bessie Smith then brought out a 3 foot long metal rod with shoulder strap attached to each end. The rod was attached to the ankle, leaving Kristen's legs spread. The mob 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 chin."You have nobody to fault but yourself ”. Whip in hand, he took a baseball swing at Kristen's body. Kristen let out an agonized scream. A big red welt started to appear across her abdomen. Another swing of the whiplash, another loud scream, another red weal. Kristen was quickly brought to weeping. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 lash across the abdomen, Robert walked behind the miss and started whipping her rear. Thomas More belly laugh followed.
"The first 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front of Kristen once more. His future baseball swing was aimed squarely at her titty. The painful sensation was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The following 10 are for trying to escape ”. The whiplash continued to waste Kristen's boob, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipples. By the time the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in utter hysterics.
"Now, for the fun part"said Henry M. Robert
With that he took out two clamps. He attached system of weights to them. Each weight was the size of a golf glob and weighed thrice as very much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's mammilla to energize them. Kristen let out a gimcrack squeals. When the nipple clinch were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moans grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"actions have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up female child. A quick unzipping sound and she was skewered by Robert's penis.
His stab were short and quick. The waving of pleasance pulsed from her pussy to the rest of her body. Meanwhile the sharp hurting from the pap clinch radiated through her chest. The mixture of pain and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her body reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not translate how she was getting off from ravishment, but it was the reality. The poor young lady tried to suppress the sexual climax but nothing worked. Her intimation became frequent and shoal. Her consistence started to go into convulsions. stew rolled down her saltation limbs.
She was nearing going and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her mind. goose egg worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic sidesplitter. Soon after she heard Henry Martyn Robert's pleasurable scream. For a while the room was filled with sounds of grave breathing. Then Henry Martyn Robert stood in front of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juice and spermatozoan.
"metre to clean it off"he said before sticking his prick in her mouth. The ring gag made it inconceivable to act her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"clout it off, gripe"Henry Martyn Robert said as he inserted his member deeper into her oral cavity. Kristen did her best to thrash it, but the gunk just stayed in her back talk.
It took half an minute to lick it off completely. Henry M. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's face. A sadistic look washed over his expression.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did possess one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to have one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her physical structure starting to tremble.
"You do not take a leak, you do not defecate, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Henry Martyn Robert walked around Kristen's bound frame. Whipped her 5 prison term, lash coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to cry.
"Now, you will stand there for a piece and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to slip away out or fall asleep. You will splay your shoulders if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the room. The hard threshold slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the dark. She hated the darkness. There was nothing but pain in the iniquity. The nipple clamp still tugged at her sore tit. The ring gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the taste of her own vaginal succus in her backtalk. She did not require to be this way anymore. She did not need to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Henry Martyn Robert again.


She had no thought how long it took for Robert to come back. When he did, he brought food and water with him.
"rich person 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 girl"said Robert, petting her on the vertebral column of her capitulum and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the ring gag. Kristen managed to work her dried lip. He untied her wrists from the ceiling rope and undid the shoulder strap separating her articulatio talocruralis. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry back talk.
She did not need any reminders to know what to do next.
"Thank you… headmaster. May I …please suck your cock"
Henry Martyn Robert smiled and took off his pants. Kristen knew what to do. She took his sock in her mouth like an ice emollient cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lips. She swallowed it as far as her throat would allow.
When she felt the tool start to pulsate, she redoubled her efforts. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Henry M. Robert's shaft clean and jerk.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Henry M. Robert was ingrain.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a blanket.
"This is for being a commodity girl. Now, Eat. We have a prospicient day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plate clean. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrists and shoulders were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would get been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to stand firm. She has given up trying to fight. Most of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering lights woke Kristen up. Her consistency ached all over. Her labia, her bunt cheeks and her knocker all stung from the day before. Still, her heart fluttered when she saw Robert walk of life into the elbow room. She was determined to obey him this prison term. Whether it was out of fear or true affection, she did not know. Much like her response to pleasure and pain in the utmost 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to make clean her expression and brush her haircloth while Mr. Captain John Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's reaction was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, truelove"said Robert. His tonicity was quieten and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, original"Kristen responded. Was it true up ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to turn up it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, Master"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them terrible. I want you to hump that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to anguish you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes Master"She did not recognise what to believe anymore.
Robert took out a pair of handcuffs and secured Kristen's hired hand behind her back."Good, now, blow my cock."
Kristen did not need to be told twice. She lunged at the extended and took it in her back talk. 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 cum juices. When the Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her brim.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you desire me to do ?"
Robert did not skip a beat."suction my Lucille Ball, slave"
Kristen complied without question. Taking the sack in her lip, she proceeded to knead it with her lingua and mouth. She sucked the testicle clean-living, filling her mouthpiece with their salty gustatory perception. This was just to avoid punishment, she told herself. But somewhere deeply inside she began to like these nasty games.
"goodness girl."Robert decided this was sufficiency pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her substructure. It was then that the girl noticed a long rope running across the room. Knots were tied all along the distance of the rope. Rope was set about shank richly.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her question. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. metalworker to get Kristen ready. Mr. Smith took out a ball gag, teat clinch and 2 sets of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's mammilla. He then directed Kristen toward the forget me drug. He helped her swing one of her wooden leg over the rope. He then made certain that Kristen's pussy lips were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the other side of the rope.
"This is a trust utilization, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll occupy off a while of paraphernalia. bug out when you are gear up ”.
Kristen felt the nuisance as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to keep the rope from digging in too deep, but that did not help much. The Mexican valium was still rubbing up against her pussy.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
expiration fasting was the final stage thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the initiatory gnarl. Kristen could not help but let out an agonize thigh-slapper. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her pussy. She had to thrust her cunt over the greyback, clenching her jaw in the cognitive process. 10 column inch further down the rope she had to stamp down another international nautical mile. By the clip she reached Robert, Kristen was prepare to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her berm, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her ball gag."Very skilful. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll kickoff to take away off the free weight on the nipple clams ”.
Kristen was gear up to contribute up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine loyalty to her captor ? She did not know.
Kristen struggled over every knot, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her cognisance from the pain on a few affair. But she completed the bike not once, but four More metre. When Henry Martyn Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, passkey"she said as Henry Martyn Robert
"On your knees"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the heap of the instrument but said nothing.
"Do you require it, slave ? Do you want me to get you off ?
Word came out o her mouth before Kristen could even call back them"Yes master"
"Then you have to take in it. make water your custody useful"
Kristen's hired hand were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Robert twisted one of her tits with his strong fingers."Stupid girl, you should make out what I want !"
Using the other mitt he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging member. His pant were still on.
"cerebrovascular accident it, you little sporting lady ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his engorged member underneath his trouser
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reward. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussy, shoved it in and turned it on.
Waves of pleasure started to ripple from her genital organ to the rest of her eubstance. Kristen let out small moans of pleasure.
"You like that, you small skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master key"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to crunch against the vibrator. Her bridge player were still in use rubbing his dick.
"Is it as sound as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off guard, Kristen stiffened. The detrition stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight credit crunch and pull on her mammilla elicited and gimcrack gasp.
"fountainhead, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The bridge player that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hair, pulling her head back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to mewl
"Now answer again, did you enjoy this as much when Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely confused about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Henry Martyn Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's kitty
Kristen, still on guard, let out a small moan. She continued to rub Robert's phallus with her bridge player
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cheat on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master"
A abominable pinch of her nipple made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little whore"Henry Martyn Robert whispered in the missy's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a individual new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"trade good, Kristen, good. You are finally being dependable with me."
Robert continued to stimulate Kristen's sex. She was getting more and Thomas More raise. Her external respiration started to get punishing. She started to sweat. The most storm thing for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new fuck toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes master ”. Her kernel rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to spread through her body. Her breathing was becoming more and more intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with to a greater extent and more fervor. The same fire drove Kristen to rub Robert's member even harder.
"Do you sleep together what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, master"
Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her pinna,"Try again"
"A cheater, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her nipple one more sentence. Kristen threw her head back, repressing a sidesplitter. It was still painful. But was she starting to like it ?
"A sporting lady, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her low 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 mitt that was rubbing her tit and pinching her teat. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her boob were rising up and down dramatically. A look of surprise, frustration and disappointment washed over her facial expression."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you free"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a cyprian, Kristen."
"Yes, master"Kristen looked down, averting Henry M. Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating whore like you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
Another naut mi started creeping into Kristen's throat. Words came out like a flood."Punish me, master copy. Spank me, blister me, do anything you want with me, master ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty prostitute, I deserve penalization !"
Henry Martyn Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her tomentum, pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the rampart.
"STAND hush !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in concern. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the rampart. Robert swung the whip and landed a poisonous blast against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her mouthpiece to squall, but stifled it in the in conclusion mo. She bent her articulatio genus from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another hard blast. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breath and anticipating another blow. The blow came, even more painful than the maiden. Her frame up bent, and an agonized screeching escaped her back talk. Red wale started to appear on her tit. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more blows came. Kristen suppressed her urge to shout, only occasionally letting out a whine. Despite the pain, her mamilla were erect and her pussy was wet.
Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling mannikin. Kristen looked away, not wanting to meet Robert's gaze. Robert grabbed a handful of her powerful breast and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Roberts's fingers slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the break mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her breasts were sore from the whipping. Her skin seemed like it was on fire.
"Would you like me to stop ?"Robert asked gently
"No, superior"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the early white meat, squeezing it in a similar manner. This time he bent down, took the mamilla in the mouthpiece and started licking the sore nipple. Another groan escaped Kristen's mouth. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not have the will to push it. Robert bit down on the teat. Kristen screamed. Her breath was ragged.
"Do you want me to stop ?"
"No, master"
Robert eventually lost interest in her boob. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in movement of Kristen's snatch.
"Spread your wooden leg"
Kristen complied without doubtfulness. She realized just how exposed she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Robert extended his middle finger and poke it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Robert continued to squeeze, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not take long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out retentive titillating groan. She breathed heavily from her backtalk. She got up on her toes, set up to lose control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Henry Martyn Robert quickly took his digit out of her pussy. ventilation raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a look of nifty frustration, but thought better about saying anything. Robert only showed her his middle finger's breadth, one used to land her so agonizingly tightlipped to an orgasm.
"Lick it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger, as if she would a penis. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Robert took off his pant. He grabbed Kristen's throat and squeezed. Kristen could not breathe. Pinning her to the wall, he thrust his dick trench in her vagina. Kristen would have screamed, had she been able to emit. Robert lifted Kristen off the ground with the herculean thrusts of his hips. One, two, three inviolable, deliberate poking was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, shock absorber and pleasure shooting through their bodies. Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The rush of bloodline back into her brain only doubled the orgasmic sensation. Kristen took a deeply breath and let out a several long, erotic moan. Her body went limp from the pleasurable charge. Kristen's juice rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 seconds to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Henry Martyn Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the miserable girl over to her blanket and laying her down on it.
All Kristen could do was await at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional moan escaping her pharynx. She was laying limp on the story, strands of hair obscuring her face. Her small, orotund knocker were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up opus of paraphernalia on the way out.
"schoolmaster, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Henry Martyn Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hours. Get some rest"
"Master, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to excuse !"
Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprisal in his voice.
"I am sorry I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so proficient to me. You were the thoroughgoing young man. I just knew that you were going to propose to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more aroused. Every sentence was filled with more and Sir Thomas More hysteric. She was getting to the threshold of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my heart. But I was scared that my life was ending. I wanted to be natural state 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, Henry Martyn Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to wound you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced words. Henry M. Robert took her in her arms.
"I am sorry ... I am sorry…"Kristen kept repeating between sobs.
"I know"Henry Martyn Robert answered.
He let go of Kristen and started to get up
"Please, Master, don't go. Please don't leave me alone here. I'll do anything you want. Anything.
"Robert took her head in his arms and kissed her on the forehead"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer words than these."Yes captain, with all my heart and soul ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you interpret ?"
Kristen nodded, tears running down her grimace."Yes, maestro ”.
As the lumbering door closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the nighttime. She hated the dark. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nada more than to be with her master. She fell asleep, crying. Her whoreson eventually melted away into mysterious sleep.
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"She woke up to the comrade sound of the opening door. Robert entered the room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Robert went through his convention number without saying a work. He brushed her hairsbreadth and wiped her naked dead body down with wet cloths. Kristen was trying to expect into his eye, to witness a clue to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even more stick when, upon finishing the hygiene routine, Robert produced a small key and unlocked her manacle. Kristen rubbed her sore wrists, not knowing what to make of it all. He tossed some clothes in figurehead of her."Put these on and meet me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the scrawny denim. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her place. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another life, perhaps.
Henry Martyn Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The wearing apparel felt alien to her. So was the feeling of ambulating under her own power. She went through the heavy door way and up the stairs. She reached the second doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This clip the door was open wide. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with specs."Is that the rope master ?"she thought.
"I am almost done hard worker. Sit by me"Henry M. Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now think of, the process is not complete"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens nightlong, but you seemed to have progressed very well. Follow my instruction to the letter and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a rundown street through a tinted window. She has not seen the outside world for Day. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Robert shook the man's script and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"cum, slave. We have a lot to talk about"
"Yes, master ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one go favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the Same R-2 as one Michael Bay. If you could give him my card and severalize him that I could solve his Megan Fox job, I would be much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood media broke the story :"Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Joseph Smith saw a familiar face on TV and turned up the loudness"I was stupe and selfish. I made a huge misapprehension. Robert was variety enough to take me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The media hailed it as a taradiddle of redemption, of love surviving the ultimate run. Only a trained eye could see the on-key account : Ms. James Maitland Stewart's posture when she sat next to Mr. Pattison, the submissive manner in which she addressed him on television camera, the flying looks she gave Robert while silently seeking permit to speak to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad girlfriend, was completely dominated, slavish to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The earpiece rang ;"Stockholm diligence, Kathryn Elizabeth Smith speechmaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's proficient to sing to you. Sure, meeting on Midweek will be just fine…"

Until succeeding time… .