Celebrity Trainers : Kristen James Maitland Stewart
Codes : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,

disavowal : This is fable, it did NOT happen. phantasy is sound. This story does not urge violence against women. If you have any suggestions for this or any other time to come narrative, please email me. Don't forget to spay and spay your deary. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's affair caught him by surprise. What resulted was a variety of sorrow and ira. And despite his best efforts to reconcile, the feelings were not going away.
When a friend of a protagonist suggested a sure place that"fixes these relationship trouble ”, Robert was sceptical. The business card said"Stockholm industriousness"and listed a issue. The friend did not feed much more detail or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the speech sound. The whole matter was very secretive."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a expression ”.
The office on the line of work bill of fare was located on the far outskirt of eastward Los Angeles. No planetary house was posted above or in strawman of the threshold, just an business office number. The inside the office Robert found 4 vacuous whitened bulwark, simple desk and chairs. There was another door on the opposite side of the office. The occupant of the desk was a plain stitch looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading glasses and expanding waistline gave an picture of a vocation position worker.
"Mr. Pattison, add up in please ”.
Pattison took a seat.
"You may anticipate me Mr. Smith. start things first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and dagger routine, the table service that we offer are very sole. You need not only money, but the correctly connectedness, which you obviously do. We are closemouthed for a reason. The legality of our military service is refutable. But we are very good at what we do, and cypher ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Robert replied"I still don't infer how you can help me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. metalworker leaned forward"You are a world figure, Mr. Pattison. Your recent breakup with Ms. Kristen Stewart is world cognition. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to prompt on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is demeanour alteration. If you choose to use our services, I can undertake that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your family relationship, but Ms. Jimmy Stewart well be a lot more accordant and pleasing to you. There will be no more fights or divergence. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way potential, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will continue dead on target to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to reach this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combination of techniques, including thralldom, S & M and psychological preparation. What I can ensure is 100 % achiever charge per unit and that nonentity is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the point of no return. If you agree to use our service, I will make you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our services, this conversation is over. You will never hear from us again. If you contact the police or the media, they will find nothing but a legitimate insurance agency. We are good at what we do and we have never had job. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your resolution"?
Pattison hesitated for only a second :"tell me more ”.
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The tidings hysteria that came after her involvement was revealed caused Kristen Stewart to cancel various media appearances. She did not find like answering any questions about the involvement or the breakup. In fact she did not palpate like doing anything for the remainder of the week. She made the margin call to cancel her appointments and dismissed the staff of her sign. The just matter she would be doing for the next 7 Clarence Day 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 move on.
After putting on her favorite top, skinny jeans and brushing her long cherry Robert Brown hair, Kristen made her way toward her bedroom door. A tall stranger waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom wall. A knife was pressed to her slender cervix."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot electric sander"said the dissemble intruder. Kristen was frozen in fear. 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 trespasser chuckled while tying her carpus behind her"Go ahead and wow, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her hands tightly secured, Kristen was shoved face up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more rophy and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! Take my wallet ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankles secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into snag"please don't rape me !"
Still wearing a smile on his masked font, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's olfactory organ and oral fissure, all while pinning her slender bound variant to the bed.
The futile but aphrodisiacal struggle continued for just a few moment. Her eyes rolled to the rachis of her head. Her chapeau closed and her eubstance went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun part"sighed the interloper,"now, where is the brat's cell sound ?"


When Kristen woke up, her humanity was morose and cold. The bag was still over her school principal. She was laying face down on the story, her bare mamilla pressed against the coldness concrete. Her ramification were justify, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her drumhead and roster on her back, pain shooter through her spine and arms. She tried to wiggle her finger and realized they were touching in high spirits up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and pass off faster. She then realized something big and round was stuck in her sassing.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to hear voices in the elbow room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will drop her for Clarence Shepard Day Jr."said the other, unfamiliar interpreter
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A span of strong hands grabbed her by the arms and set her upright, sitting on her knees. The bag was pulled off her heading and Kristen was blinded by the bright lights.
"commodity afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of questions, but given your plight, you are not in the position to ask. If we feel generous, we will respond those interrogative in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could rally with a musket ball gag in her mouth.
"kickoff things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a reverse prayer side. It is designed to not only be painful but to also bound your apparent motion considerably. So try not to struggle if you want to quash unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to keep you quiet, but rather to make you salivate, mostly for humiliation function. look free people to scream all you like. cipher outside these bulwark can hear you."
By now Kristen's optic had adjusted to the brightness level. In front of her stood a man in a ski mask and a shortly whip in his hired hand. The Stranger's vox belonged to him. The sight of him, his clothes and the whip sent tremble down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and bound. Ropes 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 mind. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a guest,"continued the disguise stranger,"there are rules you have to follow, break them and gamble punishment. Rule 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the speaker. She was looking instead at Robert. Her point was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of anger and confusion. Henry M. Robert's reflexion didn't change. The strait of the whip slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in front of her."Do you understand the family principle"
A look of lost confusion was all Kristen could do
The masked man grabbed the bound fille by the chin and loosened the strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few irregular to ptyalize the gag out.
"Do you understand the regulation ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE Hell DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? Henry M. Robert WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The masked man shoved the ball gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one to a greater extent time, do you understand the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You bettor let me go. hoi polloi will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The mask man shoved the orchis gag back into the young lady mouth, this clock time tightening the strap.
"Ill take up that as a no, Ms. Dugald Stewart. Let's all the way some things up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a week. You were kind decent to cancel all of your appointments for the future 7 days, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. Sanders, he received a text shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his turn. You even issued a statement on your chirrup page announcing the termination of your relationship and a very heartfelt apology to his family and your sports fan. In myopic, nobody will be looking for you for a while. At this time you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the planetary house rules, it is vindicated you did not take heed them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. First ruler is that you will plow me as sir and Mr. Pattison as lord. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of tour and used foul speech ”. The masked man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many evildoing did you tally, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should allot with the punishment ”, said the masked man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a opportunity to object, her chief was forced down on the terra firma. She was still on her knees. With her work force tied and her laughingstock straight up in the air, the little girl was the very definition of vulnerability. The first-class honours degree thrash came without warning. The botheration across her butt brass was sudden and knifelike. Kristen let out an agonized and draw out scream.
The shock absorber was quickly followed by reverence and an imminent notion of doom.
The second strike of the whip was as shocking as the first. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The third strike of the party whip sent an echo across the small room. The painfulness similarly echoed from her fanny, through her spine and throughout the rest of her contorted body. Kristen could not reckon or understand what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer helplessness she was experiencing, or the terror that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the bother. Whatever the ground, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th time. clock time 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 whiplash for the 5th time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quiet answer from behind her. This was the beginning clip 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 positioning
"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 trustingness ! You have caused me incredible pain ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide-cut eyed at Robert. This was the kickoff time she has seen such rage.
The room was once again understood. Only two sounds filled the memory board way were the humble whimpers 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 warning before she felt Roberts phallus jab inside her. Kristen let out a myopic yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a whore"Henry M. Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's tomentum again. Kristen's back was arched in a painful manner. The web of rophy that surrounded her torso and kept her hands in a reverse prayer position only made it tough. Henry Martyn Robert gave his hips one sinewy stab. Pain guesswork through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her weaponry. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know naught of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's judgment of conviction was punctuated by a substantial pelvic poking. Each thrust brought on more howler. The howler seemed to flow Robert's lust. The thrusts became more regular and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain. The agonized screaming were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her suffering was not limited to trouble alone. She was helpless. The intuitive feeling of desperation filled her with scare. 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 ; foreplay. As Henry M. Robert continued to fuck her, she felt her loins fashion plate."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in excruciation. Not only was she bound, helpless and abused, but now her own body started to betray her.
Each thrusting sent a wave through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of pain or pleasure, the wretched girl could no longer tell. The strong sensation spread from her loins to the rest of her consistence. Her thinker was racing, her sight became cloudy. She was doing everything to forbid the seemingly inevitable climax. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Henry M. Robert tensed up, gave one final driving force, grunted and released his consignment inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily falloff over on top of her bounds form. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her body was still in excruciation. The pain in the ass was slowly fading and so was the feeling of rousing. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Robert pulled on his pants and started to walk out of the room.
"Make for certain 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 roach was passed through the cringle on the ceiling and attached to a pulley-block on the side of the rampart. The masked man used the other end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's limit form. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the floor. As the ropes pulled her higher, she once again felt the painful sensation in her lower back and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her feet, but her capturer continued to pull up on the Mexican valium. Soon Kristen was forced to suffer on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the circle, Kristen could barely bear on the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The painful sensation in her rear, weapon and shoulders was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Stewart"said the dissemble man,"movement will only shit the pain forged"
The man walked out of the room. The visible light went off. The leaden alloy door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the darkness with nil but her pain to keep her company. The whine and sobs filled the empty distance.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor lizard. The cover showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her body deform. Her middle portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the 1st fourth dimension I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the stage business of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. Stewart will still be able to work in her normal environment. 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 only 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. Stockholm syndrome is quite soft to bring on if you know the right buttons to crusade. Ms. James Maitland Stewart has to turn slavish to you. She has to be dependent on you. You need to make this kinship strictly about rewards and penalisation. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terminal figure. This is simple-minded mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to learn to look on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely athirst by now. Bring her food in about an 60 minutes. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not sense hunger. Her mind was completely concentrated on the pain in the ass. She was fighting to keep back her cognizance. The pain was overwhelming. She was beginning to lose her engagement.
The sleeping room door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Henry Martyn Robert. The rage in his eyes was gone.
He put the two plates he brought with him on the trading floor and went over to the block. Kristen's exhausted soundbox was lowered to the terra firma. Her peg could not hold her weighting and collapsed under her. Henry Martyn Robert untied the mi responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please stick silent."
The glob was removed. Her jaw ached, her mouth was parched. Robert offered her a glass of water and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be athirst"said Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. accuracy was, she was very athirst. Her breakfast was diminished and she had nix to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just words, Kristen. Actions mouth louder. Show me just how thankful you are"respond Henry Martyn Robert.
Kristen looked at him confound. Robert unzipped his drawers and let his engorged member nightfall out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's oculus bulged at the great deal of his member. She has never performed a cock sucking. The very mentation of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stutter and excite her head
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the face startled and shook Kristen. The girl's face was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful beef !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the musket ball gag back into her back talk and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more uncoerced to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the chamber 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 pain, her other mother wit were once again working. Within 10 proceedings the sensation of hunger was intolerable. She could grovel in good order next to the solid food stadium, but het gag did not let her chew or accept. The smell filled her nostril and made the sensation even more keen. This was a different kind of torture.
The time of day seemed almost like an infinity. The door opened once again. Henry M. Robert entered the elbow room and looked at Kristen's saltation form.
"Are you set up to show your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her question desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his time undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smacking across the face shut Kristen up.
"You will scream me overlord, and you will beg me to allow you to squander me !"Yelled Henry Martyn Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"Good, now be a proficient whore and beg"
A knot started to form in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your dick ?"
Robert unzipped his bloomers and let his cock hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this repast, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her knees toward the waiting Henry M. Robert. She kept her eyes on the now bulging penis, hesitant to get close to it. The thought of putting that thing in her sassing was almost honk inducing.
"Perhaps you would like wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her header toward the penis, hesitating just a little before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the beam with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Robert rolled his optic."Don't wastefulness my fourth dimension, whore. nurse it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a little More pressure with her back talk and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her tongue. She wanted nothing to do with it and she was determined not to let it extend to the interior of her mouth.
Henry M. Robert lost patience and grabbed the binding of Kristen's scalp, shoving her head forward and forcing his cock deep inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a terrified yelp, then started to scramble against Henry M. Robert's hold.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will whip you raw ! You got that ?"squall Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to go on her jaw opened. But she could not help but struggle against Henry Martyn Robert's grip. His dick was moving in and out of her throat, making it operose to respire. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in rapidity.
All Kristen could do was concentrate on her breathing, 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 Robert's hot cum. Henry M. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could look into her eyes. The spermatozoan was starting to drip out of her mouth.
"swallow it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to discombobulate up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare spit it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the urge to throw up. It took several More deglutition. While she managed to keep it down, she could not manipulate the expression of disgust that washed over her face. That construction seemed to hand Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the ash gray trough of food for thought in forepart of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you delight undo my arms"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the bitch that you are. Do you understand that ?"
Kristen knew full than to fence with him.
The Heavy door closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the night. She was tied up and hunched over on her articulatio genus. Eating out of a doggy bowl was yet another mortification, but one that she was willing to subsist with. She shoved her sassing deeply in to the bowl. By the time she was done, the bowling ball was licked sporting. So was the level where the vagabond routine of food fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete floor was hard and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for avail. Even snag were no retentive an option. She curled herself in the foetal position. Her tooth chattered and her consistency shook from the cold. Eventually exhaustion won over and she passed out.
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When the sound of the door opening and the brilliant luminosity woke her, she did not know where she was. She was hoping that the repugnance of the night before were just a bad dream. When she managed to open up her eyes, she fell into desperation once again.
Her body ached all over. Her bum impertinence still stung rom the whipping. Her snatch felt sore from the rape. She could barely feel her script.
Robert and the masked man entered the elbow room.
"Mr. Smith is going to loosen you, but only if you promise to behave yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to speak, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her get a line instead. Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Robert approached the missy with a bottle of piss and some wet wipes.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Robert started cleaning her look with the rub. Kristen was a mess. Her whisker was disheveled, dried crying, saliva and bit of solid food covered her face.
Robert was very gruntle with her. This was not the same man that raped her the Night before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your Goth look, you know"he said casually, brushing her yearn, crimson brown hair,"You are a rude beauty. You should not blot out your feature film ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the early brake shoe to drop. She tried to appear chill out, but her nous was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Julia Evelina Smith undid her bonds. Kristen was able to make a motion her script for the start time in many hours. She gasped as painfulness shot through her sleeve. It would bring a while to regain their wide-cut mobility.
Mr. Smith turned away from her, putting the R-2 away in his bag. Soon after, Henry Martyn Robert turned away as well, walking over to the refuse and checking his speech sound.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free. Moreover, the clayey door was open and unobstructed. The whole process took only a few second gear, but Kristen decided to pull in a run for it.
Her legs were sore and painful. Her common sense of balance was off and she was still exhausted from last night's trial by ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the doorway. She stumbled several clock time before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the stairs. Her judgement was racing. She was afraid to look back. She just kept on going. After climbing the stairs for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a room access. She pulled on the handle, but the door would not impart. She pounded on the door, she screamed for help, but nothing helped. Whatever speciality carried her up the stairs was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the doorway and started crying. She hugged her stifle and rocked back and Forth River, not knowing what to do next.
A few mo later she heard the footsteps coming from below. The footsteps were measured, miss urgency or panic. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, saturation hidden in that calm voice.
"Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you enjoy lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you insist on betraying me at every routine ?."
Kristen was hysteric. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a handful of Kristen's hairsbreadth and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to acquit 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 choke on her own sobs, grabbing at the rampart to proceed her balance.
"You are a faithless, backstabbing whore. I extended you a picayune kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to entrust you ever again ?"
When they reached the chamber, Robert threw Kristen on the base.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable sobs
"Words, Kristen, just words ! Your activeness speak otherwise !"bickering out Henry M. Robert.
He then addressed to the cloaked man ;"Mr. Kate Smith, the whore 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 radiocarpal joint together then did the Same to her cubital joint. He then tied a foresighted piece of forget me drug to Kristen's wrist and hooked the other end on the ceiling pulley. He pulled the rophy tight enough to raise the missy's radiocarpal joint as gamey as her articulatio humeri, but allowed Kristen to keep to stand up straight.
Mr. Captain John Smith then brought out a 3 foot retentive metal celestial pole with shoulder strap attached to each end. The pole was attached to the articulatio talocruralis, leaving Kristen's legs spread. The ring gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again incapacitated and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the chin."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. Whip in hand, he took a swing at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonized wow. A big red wheal started to appear across her abdomen. Another swing of the whip, another loud scream, another red wale. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whips across the abdomen, Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her back. More screams followed.
"The first 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front of Kristen once more. His next vacillation was aimed squarely at her titty. The pain was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The next 10 are for trying to escape ”. The lash continued to ravage Kristen's knocker, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipples. By the time the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in double-dyed hysterics.
"Now, for the fun share"said Robert
With that he took out two clamps. He attached weights to them. Each weight was the sizing of a golf ball and consider thrice as much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's mammilla to excite them. Kristen let out a loud squeals. When the nipple clinch were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moan grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"actions have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girl. A agile unzipping sound and she was skewered by Henry Martyn Robert's penis.
His thrusts were short and fast. The wafture of delight pulsed from her pussycat to the quietus of her body. Meanwhile the sharp pain from the nipple clamp radiated through her breast. The salmagundi of painfulness 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 Brassica napus, but it was the realness. The pitiful missy tried to suppress the orgasm but cypher worked. Her breaths became haunt and shoal. Her body started to go into convulsions. Sweat rolled down her boundary limbs.
She was nearing sacking and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her header. Nothing worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic sidesplitter. Soon after she heard Robert's enjoyable screaming. For a while the room was filled with sounds of heavy breathing. Then Henry M. Robert stood in figurehead of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juices and sperm.
"Time to clean it off"he said before sticking his dick in her oral fissure. The annulus gag made it impossible to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"Lick it off, kick"Robert said as he inserted his member deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her unspoilt to lick it, but the gunk just stayed in her back talk.
It took half an hour to lick it off completely. Henry Martyn Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's face. A sadistic look washed over his face.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did have one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to suffer one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her body starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not shit, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Henry M. Robert walked around Kristen's bound frame of reference. Whipped her 5 times, lashes coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breathing place and tried not to cry.
"Now, you will stand there for a spell and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to pass out or return asleep. You will dislocate your shoulder if you do."said Henry Martyn Robert as he walked out of the elbow room. The leaden door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the wickedness. She hated the dark. There was nothing but painful sensation in the wickedness. The nipple clamps still tugged at her sore nipple. The closed chain gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the taste of her own vaginal juices in her rima oris. She did not want to be this way anymore. She did not want to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Henry M. Robert again.


She had no mind how foresightful it took for Robert to descend back. When he did, he brought food and urine with him.
"have you learned your example, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her head affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her drumhead no.
"That's my girl"said Henry M. Robert, petting her on the back of her headway and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the ringing gag. Kristen managed to puzzle out her dried sassing. He untied her articulatio radiocarpea from the ceiling roach and undid the straps separating her ankle. Kristen collapsed on the story. She licked dry lips.
She did not need any reminders to bed what to do next.
"Thank you… sea captain. May I …please go down on your cock"
Robert smiled and took off his pants. Kristen knew what to do. She took his windsock in her mouth like an ice cream cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lips. She swallowed it as far as her throat would tolerate.
When she felt the dick outset to throb, she redoubled her efforts. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Henry Martyn Robert's shaft clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Henry M. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a blanket.
"This is for being a just missy. Now, Eat. We have a long 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 give been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to resist. She has given up trying to struggle. near of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the cover
The flickering lights woke Kristen up. Her body ached all over. Her labia, her butt cheeks and her breasts all stung from the day before. Still, her heart fluttered when she saw Robert paseo into the room. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of care or genuine fondness, she did not fuck. Much like her chemical reaction to pleasure and pain in the in conclusion 2 twenty-four hours, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to clean her face and brush her hair while Mr. Kate Smith untied her articulatio radiocarpea and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your putz now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetheart"said Henry M. Robert. His feeling was calm and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it lawful ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not surely what to think.
"And you would do anything to testify it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, skipper"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them painful. I want you to bang that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to offend you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes Master"She did not know what to believe anymore.
Robert took out a twain of manacle and secured Kristen's hands behind her back."Good, now, suck my cock."
Kristen did not need to be told twice. She lunged at the elongated and took it in her sass. She bobbed her back and Forth River, up and down and side to side. Her tongue licked and caressed every inch of that member. She sucked up the pre come juice. When the Henry M. Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her lips.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you require me to do ?"
Robert did not skip a musical rhythm."sucking my globe, slave"
Kristen complied without question. Taking the sack in her mouth, she proceeded to massage it with her tongue and mouth. She sucked the balls clean, filling her mouth with their salty taste. This was just to avoid penalization, she told herself. But somewhere cryptical inside she began to like these smutty secret plan.
"Good girl."Henry Martyn Robert decided this was decent pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her fundament. It was then that the young lady noticed a retentive rope running across the room. Knots were tied all along the length of the rope. Rope was set about waist senior high school.
"Now, dearest, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her principal. Henry Martyn Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Smith to get Kristen fix. Mr. Smith took out a ball gag, mamilla clamp and 2 sets of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's teat. He then directed Kristen toward the R-2. He helped her swing one of her legs over the rope. He then made for sure that Kristen's pussy lips were hugging the rope.
Henry M. Robert stood on the other side of the rope.
"This is a trust exercise, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll guide off a piece of paraphernalia. jump when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to fend on her toes to keep the rope from digging in too oceanic abyss, but that did not help much. The rope was still rubbing up against her pussy.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
loss fast was the last thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the first knot. Kristen could not assist but let out an agonized scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her puss. She had to storm her pussy over the slub, clenching her jaw in the cognitive operation. 10 inch further down the rope she had to conquer another knot. By the time she reached Henry Martyn Robert, Kristen was cook to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her on the frontal bone and taking off her ball gag."Very good. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll starting to take off the weights on the mammilla clams ”.
Kristen was ready 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 air mile, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her consciousness from the botheration on a few occasions. But she completed the cycle not once, but four more than times. When Henry Martyn Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, original"she said as Robert
"On your human knee"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the ken of the legal instrument but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? Do you require me to get you off ?
Word came out o her backtalk before Kristen could even consider them"Yes headmaster"
"Then you have to pull in it. Make your script utile"
Kristen's mitt were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Robert twisted one of her tit with his strong fingers."Stupid girl, you should know what I want !"
Using the other hand he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging phallus. His pants were still on.
"Stroke it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his engorged appendage underneath his gasp
"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 pleasance started to undulate from her genitalia to the rest of her body. Kristen let out pocket-size moans of pleasure.
"You like that, you slight skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss superior"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to cranch against the vibrator. Her hands were still meddling rubbing his dick.
"Is it as secure as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Henry Martyn Robert. Caught off sentry duty, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another fuddled squeeze and pull on her mammilla elicited and loud gasp.
"fountainhead, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The deal that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's fuzz, 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 revel this as much when Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely mix up about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Henry Martyn Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's pussy
Kristen, still on guard, let out a minor moan. She continued to rub Henry M. Robert's member with her deal
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cheat on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master"
A painful collar of her teat made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little whore"Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a person new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"goodness, Kristen, good. You are finally being good with me."
Robert continued to perk up Kristen's sex. She was getting to a greater extent and more horny. Her breathing started to get heavier. She started to sweat. The most surprising thing for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new fuck toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes master ”. Her heart rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to fan out through her body. Her ventilation was becoming Sir Thomas More and more intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more fervor. The same ardor drove Kristen to rub Robert's phallus even harder.
"Do you have it off what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, professional"
Robert Twisted her mammilla. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A cheater, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her mamilla one to a greater extent time. Kristen threw her head back, repressing a scream. It was still terrible. But was she starting to like it ?
"A WHORE, master copy !"Kristen was moaning. Her lower jaw became pissed. 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 knocker and pinching her nipples. Robert stood in front line of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her chest were rising up and down dramatically. A tone of surprise, frustration and disappointment washed over her face."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you free"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, master"Kristen looked down, averting Henry Martyn Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating whore like you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
Another knot started creeping into Kristen's throat. Word came out like a flood."Punish me, master. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, overlord ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve punishment !"
Henry M. Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair, pulled her to her base and shoved her against the rampart.
"tie-up STILL !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fear. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the wall. Henry M. Robert swung the party whip and landed a vicious blow against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her mouth to scream, but stifled it in the last consequence. She bent her knees from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another hard coke. Kristen looked away and shut her middle, holding her breath and anticipating another snow. The blow came, even more painful than the first. Her set up bent, and an agonized scream escaped her oral fissure. Red welts started to seem on her breasts. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more black eye came. Kristen suppressed her urge to scream, only occasionally letting out a whine. Despite the pain, her mamilla were erect and her snatch was wet.
Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her tremble cast. Kristen looked away, not wanting to run into Robert's gaze. Robert grabbed a handful of her right wing breast and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Roberts's fingerbreadth 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 beating. Her skin seemed like it was on fire.
"Would you like me to stop ?"Robert asked gently
"No, headmaster"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Henry M. Robert grabbed the other bosom, squeezing it in a similar manner. This clip he bent down, took the nipple 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 bear the will to fight it. Robert bit down on the mamilla. Kristen screamed. Her breathing space was ragged.
"Do you want me to stop ?"
"No, master key"
Robert eventually lost interest in her breast. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's slit.
"gap your legs"
Kristen complied without question. She realized just how scupper she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Robert extended his center finger and jabbing it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Robert continued to throw, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not take long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long titillating moan. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, make to lose control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her pussy. Breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Henry Martyn Robert a spirit of large frustration, but thought better about saying anything. Henry M. Robert only showed her his middle digit, one used to lend her so agonizingly close to an orgasm.
"Lick it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger's breadth, as if she would a phallus. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Robert took off his pants. He grabbed Kristen's throat and squeezed. Kristen could not suspire. Pinning her to the rampart, he thrust his tool deep in her vagina. Kristen would take screamed, had she been able to breathe. Henry Martyn Robert lifted Kristen off the dry land with the powerful thrusts of his rose hip. One, two, three unattackable, deliberated thrusts was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, electrical shock and pleasure shooting through their organic structure. Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The rush of blood back into her wit only doubled the orgasmic whiz. Kristen took a deep breath and let out a several long, erotic moans. Her body went limp from the enjoyable rush. Kristen's succus rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 seconds to set forth breathing normally. She was exhausted. Henry M. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the misfortunate girl over to her blanket and laying her John L. H. Down on it.
All Kristen could do was take care at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional groan escaping her pharynx. She was laying limp on the trading floor, strands of hair obscuring her face. Her small, round breasts were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up patch of paraphernalia on the way out.
"skipper, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
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 justify !"
Henry Martyn Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprise in his voice.
"I am sorry I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so good to me. You were the perfect boyfriend. I just knew that you were going to propose to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more emotional. Every judgment of conviction was filled with more and Thomas More hysterics. She was getting to the wand of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my heart. But I was scared that my life was ending. I wanted to be wild and free. When Prince Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
binge started to seem in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and naughty. Oh, GOD, Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to bruise you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced words. Robert took her in her arms.
"I am dreary ... I am sorry…"Kristen kept repeating between sobs.
"I know"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 principal in his arms and kissed her on the frontal bone"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer words than these."Yes victor, with all my sum ”.
"Then you will hold back for me here. Do you understand ?"
Kristen nodded, bust running down her facial expression."Yes, master ”.
As the heavy door closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the shadow. She hated the dark. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nothing more than to be with her passe-partout. She fell asleep, crying. Her sobs eventually melted away into deep sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar sound of the scuttle door. Robert entered the room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a grin.
Robert went through his normal function without saying a work. He brushed her hair and wiped her nude body down with wet textile. Kristen was trying to look into his oculus, to find a clue to his humour. She found nothing.
She was even more gravel when, upon finishing the hygiene subroutine, Henry M. Robert produced a minuscule key and unlocked her handcuffs. Kristen rubbed her sore wrists, not knowing what to shit of it all. He tossed some dress in front of her."Put these on and meet me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the skinny jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her home. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another liveliness, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The dress felt alien to her. So was the feeling of ambulating under her own might. She went through the heavy room access way and up the steps. She reached the secondment door, one that kept her from escaping. This time the door was open wide. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Robert talking to a chubby gentleman's gentleman with crank."Is that the rope master ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now remember, the physical process is not accomplished"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to stimulate progressed very well. fall out my instructions to the letter and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a rundown street through a tinted window. She has not seen the exterior world for days. Already it seemed strange to her.
Robert shook the man's handwriting and turned his regard to Kristen.
"semen, slave. We have a lot to talk about"
"Yes, overlord ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one hold up party favour"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the Saame Mexican valium as one Michael Bay. If you could pass on him my card and tell him that I could work out his Megan Fox problem, I would be practically obliged."
A workweek later the Hollywood media broke the story :"Kristen Stewart and Henry M. Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Smith saw a familiar case on TV and turned up the volume"I was stupid and selfish. I made a huge mistake. Robert was kind enough to convey me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The mass medium hailed it as a story of redemption, of love surviving the ultimate test. Only a condition eye could see the true story : Ms. Dugald Stewart's attitude when she sat next to Mr. Pattison, the submissive manner in which she addressed him on camera, the speedy looks she gave Henry Martyn Robert while silently seeking permission to speak to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad girl, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The telephone rang ;"Stockholm manufacture, Joseph Smith speechmaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's good to verbalize to you. surely, meeting on Wed will be just fine…"

Until succeeding time… .