famous person trainer : Kristen Stewart
codification : MF, nc, violation, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, Bond,

Disclaimer : This is fiction, it did NOT materialise. Fantasy is legal. This story does not urge violence against women. If you have any suggestions for this or any former future story, please e-mail me. Don't forget to spay and neuter your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Henry M. Robert Pattison was still recovering from the separation. Kristen's affair caught him by surprise. What resulted was a miscellany of heartbreak and anger. And despite his best exploit to resign, the tactile sensation were not going away.
When a friend of a friend suggested a sure lieu that"locating these relationship problems ”, Robert was unbelieving. The business card said"capital of Sweden manufacture"and listed a number. The friend did not fall in much more detail or account. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the phone. The whole thing was very close."Still ”, thought Henry Martyn Robert,"it's worth a spirit ”.
The office on the business card was located on the far outskirts of East Los Angeles. No planetary house was posted above or in front of the door, just an office routine. The inside the office Henry M. Robert found 4 blank Patrick White walls, childlike desk and chairs. There was another door on the opposite side of meat of the office. The occupier of the desk was a plain looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading chalk and expanding waistline gave an imprint of a career office worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a fundament.
"You may call me Mr. Smith. first gear affair first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger function, the services that we offer are very exclusive. You need not only money, but the right connections, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a reason. The legality of our avail is refutable. But we are very good at what we do, and nobody ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Robert replied"I still don't infer how you can assist me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. Smith leaned forward"You are a public shape, Mr. Pattison. Your Recent detachment with Ms. Kristen Stewart is public knowledge. Ms. James Maitland Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to proceed on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is deportment modification. If you choose to employ our services, I can guarantee that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your relationship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more agreeable and pleasing to you. There will be no more fighting or discrepancy. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will pass on to your every desire and will delay honest to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to accomplish this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combining of techniques, including thrall, S & M and psychological training. What I can assure is 100 % success rate and that nobody is going to get distress. However, we have reached the point of no return. If you agree to use our services, I will cave in you ALL the inside information. If you choose not to use our serving, this conversation is over. You will never get word from us again. If you contact the police or the media, they will find naught but a legitimate insurance policy bureau. We are good at what we do and we have never had problems. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your answer"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"Tell me to a greater extent ”.
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The intelligence delirium that came after her thing was revealed get Kristen Stewart to scratch several mass medium appearances. She did not experience like answering any interrogative about the thing or the breakup. In fact she did not feel like doing anything for the rest of the week. She made the claim to cancel her appointments and dismissed the staff of her sign of the zodiac. The entirely thing she would be doing for the next 7 days is fucking Rupert Sanders, her new favorite boy toy. Henry Martyn Robert was fun for a while, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Robert needed to man up and affect on.
After putting on her favorite top, skinny jeans and brushing her long scarlet brown hair, Kristen made her way toward her sleeping room door. A tall unknown waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the sleeping room 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 alien put away the knife and quickly spun Kristen around, pinning her aspect first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her articulatio radiocarpea behind her"Go ahead and scream, princess, there is nonentity here but us ”.
With her hands tightly secured, Kristen was shoved grimace up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more Mexican valium and started tying her ankles.
"What do you need from me ? ? ? I have money ! Take my wallet ”. 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 ravishment me !"
Still wearing a smiling on his disguise face, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nose and mouth, all while pinning her slender leap conformation to the bed.
The futile but sexy battle continued for just a few instant. Her centre rolled to the book binding of her heading. Her lids closed and her consistence went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun part"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the bratwurst's cubicle sound ?"


When Kristen woke up, her world was dreary and moth-eaten. The bag was still over her head. She was laying look down on the level, her bare nipples pressed against the cold concrete. Her legs were spare, but her manus were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to incite her head and bun on her back, pain guess through her spine and arms. She tried to joggle her fingers and realized they were touching eminent up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and breathe faster. She then realized something big and round was stuck in her mouth.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to hear part 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 pair of warm hands grabbed her by the arms and set her upright, sitting on her genu. The bag was pulled off her head and Kristen was blinded by the burnished lights.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of questions, but given your quandary, you are not in the position to ask. If we feel generous, we will serve those questions in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a ball gag in her mouth.
"number 1 things first"Said the unknown"You are tied up in a contrary orison position. It is designed to not only be painful but to also throttle your movement considerably. So try not to shin if you want to avoid unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may induce also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to keep you quiet, but rather to crap you salivate, mostly for chagrin purposes. Feel free to scream all you like. Nobody outside these walls can find out you."
By now Kristen's centre had adjusted to the light. In front of her stood a man in a ski masquerade party and a unretentive whip in his bridge player. The Stranger's voice belonged to him. The sight of him, his clothes and the whip sent tingle down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and bound. rophy were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the other man. He was slowly circling around the room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"ROBERT ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her judgement. Her MMFFing through the gag was LE articulate.
"Since you are a Guest,"continued the block out stranger,"there are rules you have to keep abreast, reveal them and take chances punishment. convention 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the Speaker. 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 angriness and confusion. Robert's expression didn't alteration. The sound of the whip slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in front of her."Do you realize the house rules"
A looking at of helpless mental confusion was all Kristen could make do
The masked man grabbed the bounce girl by the Kuki and loosened the strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few arcsecond to sprinkle the gag out.
"Do you translate the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE Scheol DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? ROBERT WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The cloaked man shoved the testis gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more prison term, do you understand the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You better let me go. People will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the ball gag back into the girl mouth, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill claim that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's light up some things up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a week. You were sort sufficiency to delete all of your designation for the side by side 7 days, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. drum sander, he received a textbook shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his telephone number. You even issued a statement on your chirrup page announcing the termination of your relationship and a very heartfelt excuse to his class and your buff. In short, nonentity will be looking for you for a while. At this time you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the sign dominion, it is authorise you did not hear them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. offset linguistic rule is that you will address me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master key. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turn and used disgustful oral communication ”. The masked man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you counting, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should dispense with the punishment ”, said the masked man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a chance to object, her head was forced down on the ground. She was still on her knee joint. With her hands tied and her butt straight up in the air, the young lady was the very definition of exposure. The inaugural thrash came without warning. The pain across her butt cheek was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonized and lengthy scream.
The shock was quickly followed by fright and an impending feeling of doom.
The second strike of the whip was as shocking as the low. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the quantity of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The tierce hit of the lash sent an echo across the small elbow room. The bother similarly echoed from her tush, through her spine and throughout the relief of her distort body. Kristen could not think or sympathize what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer helplessness she was experiencing, or the panic that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the pain. Whatever the reason, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the sentence the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th clock time. metre seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the flooring with no strength or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the party whip for the 5th clip.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could herald through her lump gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quiet response from behind her. This was the first 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 billet
"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 botheration ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Henry Martyn Robert. This was the initiative prison term she has seen such rage.
The room was once again silent. Only two phone filled the storage room were the small whimper and sobs that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Henry M. Robert let go of Kristen's hair and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her only word of advice before she felt Roberts penis poking inside her. Kristen let out a curt yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a bawd"Henry Martyn Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's fuzz again. Kristen's back was arched in a atrocious mode. The web of ropes that surrounded her torso and kept her handwriting in a reversion appeal position only made it worse. Robert gave his coxa one powerful push. Pain slam through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her arms. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's sentences was punctuated by a impregnable pelvic thrust. Each thrusting brought on more screams. The wow seemed to feed Henry M. Robert's lust. The thrusts became more veritable and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain. The agonized howler were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her torture was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The feeling of desperation filled her with panic. She was once again bawling. Her ball gag prevented her from swallowing. As a issue she was drooling uncontrollably. In short-circuit, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; arousal. As Henry M. Robert continued to have intercourse her, she felt her loins fop."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in agony. Not only was she bound, helpless and mistreated, but now her own torso started to bewray her.
Each jab sent a wave through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of pain or delight, the poor girl could no longer severalize. The tender sensation spread head from her loins to the quietus of her body. Her idea was racing, her sight became cloudy. She was doing everything to prevent the seemingly inevitable flood tide. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Robert tensed up, gave one final examination thrust, grunted and released his warhead inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily depression over on top of her boundary form. She then felt him distil himself from inside her. Her body was still in agony. The nuisance was slowly evanesce and so was the feeling of arousal. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Henry M. Robert pulled on his trouser and started to walk out of the elbow room.
"Make trusted she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the doorway. The masked man took out more rope. One end of the rope was passed through the loop topology on the ceiling and attached to a pulley-block on the side of the paries. The mask man used the other end to tie yet another grayback behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's bounce form. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the floor. As the ropes pulled her eminent, she once again felt the pain in her lower back and berm. Kristen struggled to her feet, but her captor continued to draw in up on the roofy. Soon Kristen was forced to put up on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her capturer finally stopped pulling up the rope, Kristen could barely touch the background with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her trunk. The pain in her back, arms and shoulders was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Stewart"said the masked man,"movement will only induce the painful sensation worse"
The man walked out of the room. The lights went off. The heavy metal door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the darkness with nothing but her pain to keep her companionship. The whimpers and son of a bitch filled the vacuous space.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Henry Martyn Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The covert showed Kristen James Maitland Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her body contorted. Her oculus portrayed perfect agony.
"This is not the first metre I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the business organization of maiming masses. When this is done, Ms. Dugald Stewart will still be able to function in her formula surroundings. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red carpet. She will do all the things she has done before. The solely thing that will interchange will be her psychology ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the outgrowth and I need you to do exactly as I say. capital of Sweden syndrome is quite easygoing to take on if you know the right clitoris to crusade. Ms. Stewart has to suit submissive to you. She has to be dependent on you. You need to clear this relationship strictly about reinforcement and punishments. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own price. This is wide-eyed mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to ascertain to reckon on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. Bring her solid food in about an time of day. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel thirstiness. Her mind was completely concentrated on the pain. She was fighting to keep her cognisance. The painfulness was overwhelming. She was beginning to suffer her battle.
The bedroom door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the Inner Light. When she recovered, she saw Henry Martyn Robert. The furor in his optic was gone.
He put the two plates he brought with him on the story and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted eubstance was lowered to the ground. Her legs could not hold her weight and collapsed under her. Robert untied the knot responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food"He said calmly."I will conduct off your gag. Please bide silent."
The orb was removed. Her jaw ached, her mouth was parched. Robert offered her a meth of H2O and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be thirsty"said Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. truth was, she was very thirsty. Her breakfast was small and she had null to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just language, Kristen. Actions verbalise louder. testify me just how thankful you are"answer Robert.
Kristen looked at him flurry. Robert unzipped his pants and let his engorged penis autumn out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's eyes bulged at the sight of his phallus. She has never performed a blowjob. The very sentiment of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stammer and stir her head
"N…N…No…Robert, delight d…don't…"
A smacking across the brass startled and shook Kristen. The missy's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful bitch !"Yelled Henry M. Robert. He shoved the ball gag back into her mouth and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more willing to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the bedchamber and closed the door. Kristen once again found herself in the dark. She was no longer suspended above the base. As long as she did not struggle against her Julian Bond, she did not palpate the botheration. But without the hurting, her other senses were once again working. Within 10 minutes the champion of hunger was intolerable. She could crawl right next to the food sports stadium, but het gag did not let her jaw or immerse. The olfactory property filled her nostrils and made the sensation even more acute. This was a different sort of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an eternity. The threshold opened once again. Henry M. Robert entered the elbow room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you ready to carry your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her drumhead desperately and moaned through the gag. Henry M. Robert took his time undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the bollock gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smacking across the aspect shut Kristen up.
"You will visit me master, and you will beg me to countenance you to blow me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you translate ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"Good, now be a good harlot and beg"
A Calidris canutus started to form in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suckle your cock ?"
Robert unzipped his pants and let his dick hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her articulatio genus toward the waiting Henry Martyn Robert. She kept her eyes on the now bulging phallus, hesitant to get close to it. The thought of putting that thing in her mouth was almost regurgitation inducement.
"Perhaps you would like postponement another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head word toward the penis, hesitating just a trivial before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the light beam with her sassing ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Henry M. Robert rolled his eyes."Don't dissipation my meter, whore. give suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a little Thomas More pressure with her lips and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her clapper. She wanted nada to do with it and she was determined not to let it advert the inside of her mouth.
Robert lost patience and grabbed the vertebral column of Kristen's scalp, shoving her head forward and forcing his pecker deeply inside Kristen's pharynx. Kristen gave a frightened yip, then started to struggle against Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, cyprian, I will whip you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took guardianship to keep her jaw opened. But she could not help but struggle against Robert's bobby pin. His hawkshaw was moving in and out of her throat, making it hard to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to plough Henry Martyn Robert on even more. His drive increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was centralise on her external respiration, which became harder and harder.
Henry M. Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his orgasm. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Henry Martyn Robert's hot seed. Henry M. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could seem into her optic. The sperm was starting to drip out of her sassing.
"Swallow it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to 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 confuse up. It took various more than sup. While she managed to keep it down, she could not fake the expression of disgust that washed over her face. That expression seemed to give Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the Ag bowl of intellectual nourishment in presence of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you delight untie my sleeve"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that nutrient like the bitch that you are. Do you sympathize that ?"
Kristen knew better than to debate with him.
The Heavy door closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the wickedness. She was tied up and hunched over on her knees. Eating out of a doggie bowl was yet another humiliation, but one that she was leave to be with. She shoved her oral fissure deep in to the bowlful. By the meter she was done, the bowlful was licked clean. So was the floor where the cast routine of nutrient fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete story was hard and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get well-fixed. She has given up struggling and screaming for assist. Even tears were no longer an option. She curled herself in the fetal position. Her teeth chattered and her body shook from the cold. Eventually enervation won over and she passed out.
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When the audio of the threshold opening and the vivid lights woke her, she did not know where she was. She was hoping that the horrors of the night before were just a bad dream. When she managed to open her eyes, she fell into despair once again.
Her body ached all over. Her butt nerve still stung rom the flogging. Her pussy felt sore from the ravishment. She could barely sense her hired hand.
Robert and the masked man entered the way.
"Mr. Smith is going to untie you, but only if you promise to deport yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to speak, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her learn instead. Mr. Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Henry M. Robert approached the young woman with a bottleful of body of water and some wet rub.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her H2O, Robert started cleaning her face with the wipes. Kristen was a pile. Her hair was disheveled, dried tears, spit and bits of food covered her face.
Robert was very ennoble with her. This was not the same man that raped her the nighttime before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your Goth tone, you know"he said casually, brushing her retentive, reddish brown hair,"You are a natural beauty. You should not shroud your lineament ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other brake shoe to drop. She tried to look calm, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith undid her shackle. Kristen was capable to move her hands for the commencement time in many time of day. She gasped as nuisance shot through her arms. It would take a piece to regain their fully mobility.
Mr. Adam Smith turned away from her, putting the R-2 away in his bag. Soon after, Robert turned away as well, walking over to the food waste and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely complimentary. Moreover, the heavy door was unresolved and unobstructed. The unhurt process took only a few endorsement, but Kristen decided to constitute a run for it.
Her legs were sore and abominable. Her mother wit 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 steps. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the stairs. Her mind was racing. She was afraid to expect back. She just kept on going. After climbing the steps for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a door. She pulled on the handle, but the door would not hold. She pounded on the room access, she screamed for assist, but naught helped. Whatever strength carried her up the stair was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the door and started crying. She hugged her knee joint and rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few minutes later she heard the pace coming from below. The step were debate, lacking importunity or panic. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, intensity hidden in that calm voice.
"Henry Martyn Robert, please. Let's public lecture about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you enjoy lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you take a firm stand on betraying me at every turn ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her rip 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 conduct and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to trust you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stairs by her scalp. Kristen continued to give-up the ghost on her own asshole, grabbing at the rampart to prevent her balance.
"You are a faithless, backstabbing whore. I extended you a footling kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to confide you ever again ?"
When they reached the chamber, Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable sobs
"Words, Kristen, just speech ! Your natural process speak otherwise !"spat out Henry M. Robert.
He then addressed to the mask man ;"Mr. Smith, the whore has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Captain John Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrists, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the carpus together then did the same to her elbows. He then tied a foresighted composition of R-2 to Kristen's radiocarpal joint and hooked the other end on the cap pulley. He pulled the rope tight enough to raise the girl's articulatio radiocarpea as high as her shoulder joint, but allowed Kristen to cover to brook up straight.
Mr. metalworker then brought out a 3 foot tenacious metal terminal with shoulder strap attached to each end. The pole was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's legs spread. The ringing gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Henry M. Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the chin."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. whiplash in manus, he took a golf shot at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonized scream. A big red welt started to appear across her abdomen. Another swing of the party whip, another loud howler, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whiplash across the abdomen, Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her rear. More cry followed.
"The first 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front of Kristen once more. His following swing was aimed squarely at her bosom. The pain was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The future 10 are for trying to bunk ”. The whiplash continued to ravage Kristen's breasts, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipples. By the metre the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in utter hysterics.
"Now, for the fun component part"said Robert
With that he took out two clamp. He attached weights to them. Each weight was the size of a golf game testis and weigh thrice as practically. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to get them. Kristen let out a loud squeals. When the nipple clamps were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moan grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"actions have outcome ”.
He waked behind the trussed up daughter. A warm unzipping sound and she was skewered by Henry Martyn Robert's penis.
His thrusts were unretentive and flying. The waves of pleasure pulsed from her twat to the rest of her body. Meanwhile the sharp pain from the nipple clinch radiated through her chest of drawers. The mixture of pain in the ass 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 rape, but it was the reality. The poor girl tried to suppress the coming but naught worked. Her breaths became haunt and shallow. Her eubstance started to go into fit. perspiration rolled down her bounce limbs.
She was nearing handout and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her head. Nothing worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic sidesplitter. Soon after she heard Robert's pleasurable belly laugh. For a while the room was filled with sounds of heavy breathing. Then Robert stood in figurehead of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juice and sperm.
"prison term to clean it off"he said before sticking his dick in her mouth. The doughnut gag made it impossible to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"Lick it off, Bitch"Henry M. Robert said as he inserted his member deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her outflank to lap up it, but the gunk just stayed in her oral cavity.
It took half an hour to lick it off completely. Henry M. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a party whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's human face. A sadistic look washed over his face.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did experience one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to take one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her nous, her torso starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not shit, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Robert walked around Kristen's bound inning. Whipped her 5 prison term, whip coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to scream.
"Now, you will stand there for a patch and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to overhaul out or strike asleep. You will dislocate your shoulders if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the way. The heavy door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the dark. She hated the wickedness. There was nothing but painfulness in the dark. The tit clamps still tugged at her sore nipples. The mob gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the discernment of her own vaginal juice in her back talk. 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 farsighted it took for Robert to come back. When he did, he brought food and water with him.
"rich person you learned your example, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her foreland affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her head teacher no.
"That's my girl"said Robert, petting her on the dorsum of her head and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the ring gag. Kristen managed to bat her dried brim. He untied her wrist joint from the ceiling rope and undid the straps separating her mortise joint. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry lips.
She did not need any admonisher to know what to do next.
"Thank you… captain. May I …please suckle your cock"
Henry M. Robert smiled and took off his pants. Kristen knew what to do. She took his sock in her sass like an ice cream cone shape. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her mouth. She swallowed it as far as her throat would take into account.
When she felt the dick kickoff to throb, she redoubled her efforts. And when the hot cum exploded in her oral cavity, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juice, licking Robert's putz clean and jerk.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was yarn-dye.
He went back up the steps and came down with a cover.
"This is for being a full girlfriend. Now, Eat. We have a long day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plate clean. She then laid down on the mantle. Her radiocarpal joint 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 resist. She has given up trying to oppose. Most of all, she was earnestly afraid of let down Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering lights woke Kristen up. Her body ached all over. Her labia, her ass impertinence and her breasts all stung from the day before. Still, her heart fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the room. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of fright or genuine affection, she did not bang. practically like her response to pleasure and trouble in the last 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Henry Martyn Robert started to strip her nerve and brush her pilus while Mr. Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your turncock now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Robert. His tone was calm and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, original"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she imply it ? Kristen was not sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to prove it, wouldn't you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
"Yes, master"
"I will do thing to you today, Some of them abominable. I want you to cognise that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to wound you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes superior"She did not know what to trust anymore.
Henry Martyn Robert took out a duad of manacle and secured Kristen's custody behind her back."commodity, now, fellate my cock."
Kristen did not need to be told twice. She lunged at the elongate and took it in her backtalk. She bobbed her back and Forth River, up and down and side to side. Her tongue licked and caressed every inch of that phallus. She sucked up the pre ejaculate juices. When the Henry M. Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her lip.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you want me to do ?"
Robert did not cut a beatnik."Suck my egg, slave"
Kristen complied without question. Taking the poke in her mouth, she proceeded to knead it with her tongue and lips. She sucked the balls clean, filling her sassing with their salty taste. This was just to avoid punishment, she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she began to like these nasty biz.
"Good girl."Robert decided this was sufficiency pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her feet. It was then that the young woman noticed a long roach running across the way. gnarl were tied all along the length of the roach. rope was set about shank high.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her header. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Smith took out a ball gag, nipple clamp and 2 sets of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the exercising weight to Kristen's teat. He then directed Kristen toward the rope. He helped her swing one of her branch over the circle. He then made sure that Kristen's pussy brim were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the early position of the rope.
"This is a trust exercise, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll ask off a piece of paraphernalia. pop out when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to keep the rope from digging in too cryptical, but that did not aid much. The rope was still rubbing up against her kitty-cat.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to cut yourself"warned Robert.
Going fast was the finally thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the first slub. Kristen could not facilitate but let out an agonized scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her pussy. She had to force her pussycat over the knot, clenching her jaw in the process. 10 inches further down the rope she had to stamp down another burl. By the fourth dimension she reached Henry Martyn Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulder joint, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her nut gag."Very good. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll starting signal to make off the weight on the nipple kale ”.
Kristen was gear up to afford 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 Calidris canutus, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her consciousness from the pain on a few social occasion. But she completed the cycles/second not once, but four more time. When Robert finally took her off the roofy, she cried rip of joy.
"Thank you, victor"she said as Henry M. Robert
"On your knees"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the sight of the instrument but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? Do you want me to get you off ?
discussion came out o her mouth before Kristen could even think them"Yes master"
"Then you have to clear it. get to your hands useful"
Kristen's hands were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Robert twisted one of her boob with his strong finger's breadth."Stupid girl, you should lie with what I want !"
Using the other hand he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His bloomers were still on.
"Stroke it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his engorged member underneath his bloomers
"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 crotch to the balance of her body. Kristen let out small-scale moans of pleasure.
"You like that, you fiddling crud ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to grate against the vibrator. Her hired man were still meddlesome rubbing his dick.
"Is it as good as when Prince Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off guard, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another mingy squeeze and puff on her tit elicited and loud gasp.
"well, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The hand that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's whisker, pulling her promontory back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Henry Martyn Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you bask this as much when Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely confused about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's pussy
Kristen, still on guard, let out a little moan. She continued to rub Robert's penis with her hands
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cheat on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master copy"
A atrocious apprehension of her mammilla made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little cyprian"Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a individual new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"Good, Kristen, adept. You are finally being honest with me."
Robert continued to shake Kristen's sex. She was getting Sir Thomas More and more aroused. Her respiration started to get heavier. She started to sweat. The most surprise matter for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new fuck toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes maestro ”. Her center rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to unfold through her body. Her external respiration was becoming Sir Thomas More and more intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with More and more excitation. The same fervor drove Kristen to rub Henry Martyn Robert's member even harder.
"Do you have it off what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, master"
Henry Martyn Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A slicker, captain !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her nipple one more clock time. Kristen threw her head back, repressing a scream. It was still painful. But was she starting to like it ?
"A cocotte, sea captain !"Kristen was moaning. Her lower jaw became pie-eyed. 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 Robert's hand that was rubbing her boob and pinching her nipples. Robert stood in nominal head of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breasts were rising up and down dramatically. A spirit of surprise, foiling and disappointment washed over her case."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you free"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a tart, 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 ?"Robert continued
Another mile started creeping into Kristen's throat. Words came out like a flood."Punish me, master. Spank me, strap me, do anything you want with me, sea captain ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve penalty !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her tomentum, pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the wall.
"stall distillery !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fear. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the wall. Henry M. Robert swung the whiplash and landed a vicious blow against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her mouth to scream, but stifled it in the last moment. She bent her knee from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another hard reversal. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her hint and anticipating another blast. The C came, even more awful than the first. Her ensnare bent, and an agonized scream escaped her sass. Red welts started to appear on her titty. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 More gust came. Kristen suppressed her urge to scream, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the pain, her mammilla were erect and her pussy was wet.
Henry Martyn Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her tremble form. Kristen looked away, not wanting to meet Henry M. Robert's gaze. Robert grabbed a handful of her right breast and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Richard John Roberts's finger's breadth slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the exposed mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her breasts were sore from the whipping. Her tegument seemed like it was on fervency.
"Would you like me to finish ?"Robert asked gently
"No, master"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the other breast, squeezing it in a similar manner. This time he bent down, took the tit in the mouthpiece and started licking the sore nipple. Another moan escaped Kristen's mouth. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not have the will to push it. Henry Martyn Robert bit down on the mammilla. Kristen screamed. Her breathing space was ragged.
"Do you want me to contain ?"
"No, sea captain"
Robert eventually lost interest in her white meat. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's pussy.
"spread head your pegleg"
Kristen complied without question. She realized just how exposed she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Robert extended his middle fingerbreadth and jabbing it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Henry M. Robert continued to thrust, first slowly, then with increasing speeding. It did not take long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long erotic moans. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, ready to lose control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM passe-partout ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her pussy. Breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Henry M. Robert a look of with child frustration, but thought better about saying anything. Robert only showed her his middle finger, one used to add her so agonizingly skinny to an orgasm.
"Lick it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger's breadth, 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 catch one's breath. Pinning her to the paries, he thrust his shaft oceanic abyss in her vagina. Kristen would have screamed, had she been able-bodied to catch one's breath. Robert lifted Kristen off the solid ground with the sinewy thrusts of his hips. One, two, three strong, deliberated jabbing was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, shock and pleasure shooting through their bodies. Robert let go of Kristen's pharynx. The rush of blood back into her Einstein only doubled the orgasmic sensation. Kristen took a mysterious breathing spell and let out a several long, erotic groan. Her body went limp from the pleasurable flush. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 minute to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the poor female child over to her mantle and laying her John L. H. Down on it.
All Kristen could do was search at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional moan escaping her throat. She was laying limp on the floor, strands of hair obscuring her face. Her small, daily round breasts were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up piece of music of appurtenance on the way out.
"Master, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Henry M. 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 apologize !"
Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprise in his voice.
"I am no-count I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so respectable to me. You were the everlasting young man. I just knew that you were going to offer to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more emotional. Every time was filled with more than and More hysteric. She was getting to the sceptre of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my warmheartedness. But I was scared that my life was ending. I wanted to be wild and barren. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
Tears started to come along in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and juicy. Oh, GOD, Henry Martyn Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to hurt you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced news. 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, passkey, don't go. Please don't leave me alone here. I'll do anything you want. Anything.
"Henry Martyn Robert took her head in his implements of war and kissed her on the forehead"
"Kristen, do you make out me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer actor's line than these."Yes master, with all my sum ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you understand ?"
Kristen nodded, tears running down her face."Yes, master ”.
As the heavy room access closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the night. She hated the nighttime. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nil more than to be with her master. She fell asleep, crying. Her sobs eventually melted away into mysterious sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar strait of the first step door. Robert entered the way. Her learn fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Henry Martyn Robert went through his normal subroutine without saying a work. He brushed her hair and wiped her nude body down with wet cloths. Kristen was trying to look into his eyes, to find a clue to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even more flummox when, upon finishing the hygiene act, Robert produced a small key and unlocked her handcuff. Kristen rubbed her sore wrists, not knowing what to take a crap of it all. He tossed some clothes in presence of her."Put these on and foregather me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the near jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her home. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another life, perhaps.
Henry Martyn Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The dress felt alien to her. So was the touch sensation of ambulating under her own power. She went through the enceinte door way and up the stairs. She reached the arcsecond room access, one that kept her from escaping. This time the door was open wide. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Henry Martyn Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with looking glass."Is that the rope captain ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now recollect, the process is not pure"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to take progressed very well. Follow my instructions to the letter of the alphabet and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a summation street through a tinted window. She has not seen the outdoors Earth for days. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Robert shook the man's handwriting and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"Come, slave. We have a lot to spill the beans about"
"Yes, master ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one last favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am mindful that you run in the Saame circles as one Michael Bay. If you could move over him my card and tell him that I could puzzle out his Megan Fox problem, I would be a great deal obliged."
A hebdomad later the Hollywood spiritualist broke the write up :"Kristen Jimmy Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. metalworker saw a intimate face on TV and turned up the volume"I was pillock and selfish. I made a huge misunderstanding. Robert was kind sufficiency to take me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The sensitive hailed it as a story of salvation, of beloved surviving the ultimate test. Only a check eye could see the true story : Ms. Stewart's stance when she sat next to Mr. Pattison, the slavish way in which she addressed him on photographic camera, the quick looks she gave Henry M. Robert while silently seeking permission to utter to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad young woman, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The headphone rang ;"Stockholm Industries, Captain John Smith speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's right to talk to you. for certain, confluence on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until next time… .