Celebrity trainer : Kristen Stewart
Codes : MF, nc, assault, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,

disavowal : This is fiction, it did NOT bump. Fantasy is sound. This story does not advocate violence against adult female. If you have any suggestions for this or any other next story, please email me. Don't forget to spay and spay your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's matter caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of grief and anger. And despite his best efforts to reconcile, the feelings were not going away.
When a Quaker of a friend suggested a certain place that"repair these relationship problems ”, Robert was skeptical. The line of work card said"capital of Sweden diligence"and listed a number. The friend did not pay much more item or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the earphone. The whole thing was very secretive."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The agency on the line wit was located on the far outskirt of East Los Angeles. No signal was posted above or in movement of the door, just an office number. The inside the spot Robert found 4 blank white walls, simple desk and chairwoman. There was another room access on the opposite side of meat of the office. The occupant of the desk was a field looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading glasses and expanding waist gave an impression of a career office worker.
"Mr. Pattison, make out in please ”.
Pattison took a seat.
"You may call me Mr. Captain John Smith. first thing first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger routine, the overhaul that we offer are very exclusive. You need not only money, but the right connections, which you obviously do. We are closemouthed for a reason. The legality of our services is questionable. But we are very good at what we do, and nonentity ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Robert replied"I still don't infer how you can help oneself me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. Joseph Smith leaned forward"You are a public shape, Mr. Pattison. Your recent dissolution with Ms. Kristen Stewart is public cognition. Ms. Dugald Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to displace on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is doings modification. If you choose to utilize 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 fight or discrepancy. Ms. James Maitland Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will put forward to your every desire and will appease admittedly to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a compounding of technique, including slavery, S & M and psychological education. What I can ensure is 100 % success rate and that nobody is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the point of no return. If you agree to use our services, I will give 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 mass medium, they will determine nothing but a legitimise insurance agency. We are good at what we do and we have never had job. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your answer"?
Pattison hesitated for only a here and now :"Tell me more ”.
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The news delirium that came after her affair was revealed cause Kristen Jimmy Stewart to cancel several media appearances. She did not feel like answering any interrogation about the affair or the dissolution. In fact she did not feel like doing anything for the rest of the week. She made the telephone call to offset her appointment and dismissed the faculty of her mansion. The merely thing she would be doing for the next 7 solar day is fucking Rupert Sanders, her new front-runner boy toy. 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, underweight jean and brushing her farseeing crimson brown hair, Kristen made her way toward her bedroom threshold. A magniloquent alien waited for her in the room access. Kristen was pinned against the chamber wall. A knife was pressed to her slender neck."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot smoother"said the masked intruder. Kristen was frozen in fear. The stranger put away the knife and quickly spun Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her wrists behind her"Go ahead and wow, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her workforce tightly secured, Kristen was shoved typeface up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more R-2 and started tying her ankles.
"What do you require from me ? ? ? I have money ! take aim 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 tears"please don't assault me !"
Still wearing a grin on his cloak side, the trespasser took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nose and sass, all while pinning her slender bounce form to the bed.
The futile but sexy struggle continued for just a few transactions. Her eyes rolled to the spinal column of her head. Her lids closed and her physical structure went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun part"sighed the interloper,"now, where is the brat's cell earphone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her earthly concern was dark and cold. The bag was still over her head. She was laying human face down on the flooring, her bare teat pressed against the cold concrete. Her ramification were liberal, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to make a motion her head and roller on her back, pain slam through her spine and implements of war. She tried to joggle her digit and realized they were touching higher up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and breathe faster. She then realized something big and round was stuck in her back talk.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to hear vocalism in the way. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will miss her for Day"said the other, unfamiliar vox
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of unattackable hands grabbed her by the arms and set her vertical, sitting on her articulatio genus. The bag was pulled off her head and Kristen was blinded by the lustrous lights.
"goodness good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of interrogation, but given your plight, you are not in the emplacement to ask. If we feel generous, we will respond those questions in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a ball gag in her mouth.
"First things first"Said the alien"You are tied up in a contrary prayer posture. It is designed to not only be unspeakable but to also confine your bm considerably. So try not to shin if you want to forfend unneeded pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a orchis gag. It is not designed to keep you quiet, but rather to make you salivate, mostly for humiliation determination. Feel free to holler all you like. nobody outside these walls can hear you."
By now Kristen's eyes had adjusted to the light. In front of her stood a man in a ski masquerade and a short-circuit whip in his bridge player. The Stranger's voice belonged to him. The mickle of him, his clothes and the whip sent tingle down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and bound. Ropes were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the early man. He was slowly circling around the room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"ROBERT ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her 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 put on the line punishment. Rule 1…
Kristen's thinker drowned out the speaker system. She was looking instead at Henry Martyn Robert. Her foreland was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of anger and disarray. Robert's facial expression didn't change. The strait of the whip slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in movement of her."Do you understand the house pattern"
A look of lost confusion was all Kristen could manage
The cloak man grabbed the bounce missy by the chin and loosened the shoulder strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few minute to ptyalise the gag out.
"Do you interpret the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? Henry Martyn Robert WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The masked man shoved the ballock gag back into her back talk, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one Thomas More time, do you understand the pattern ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You estimable let me go. People will be looking for me. Prince Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the ball gag back into the girls mouth, this prison term tightening the strap.
"Ill ask that as a no, Ms. Jimmy Stewart. Let's exonerated some things up. cipher is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a workweek. You were kind enough to call off all of your appointments for the future 7 days, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. sander, he received a text edition shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his act. You even issued a affirmation on your twitter Sir Frederick Handley Page announcing the termination of your human relationship and a very heartfelt apology to his family line and your fans. In short, nonentity will be looking for you for a while. At this time you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the house convention, it is exculpate you did not take heed them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. First rule is that you will address me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master key. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of play and used revolting spoken communication ”. The disguise man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you count, 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 prospect to object, her head was forced down on the ground. She was still on her human knee. With her hands tied and her hind end straight up in the air, the girl was the very definition of vulnerability. The world-class thrash came without warning. The bother across her fag cheek was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonise and prolonged scream.
The seismic disturbance was quickly followed by fear and an impendent notion of doom.
The endorsement strike of the lash was as shocking as the maiden. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of pain sensation she was in was overwhelming.
The third bang of the whip sent an echo across the modest elbow room. The pain in the ass similarly echoed from her backside, through her spine and throughout the rest of her writhed body. Kristen could not cerebrate or understand what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer weakness she was experiencing, or the panic that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the pain in the ass. Whatever the grounds, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the sentence the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th time. fourth dimension seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the floor with no persuasiveness or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the party whip for the 5th meter.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could foretell through her ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a subdued response from behind her. This was the starting time fourth dimension that Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Henry Martyn Robert sat in front of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting position
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my trust ! You have caused me incredible hurting ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Robert. This was the foremost time she has seen such rage.
The room was once again mute. Only two sounds filled the depot elbow room were the humble whine and sobs that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's hair and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her only monition before she felt Bartholomew Roberts penis thrust inside her. Kristen let out a short yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a whore"Henry Martyn Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's hair again. Kristen's back was arched in a painful style. The web of forget me drug that surrounded her trunk and kept her workforce in a turnaround prayer spatial relation only made it defective. Robert gave his hips one herculean thrust. infliction scene through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her blazon. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of hurting"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's condemnation was punctuated by a strong pelvic push. Each thrusting brought on more screams. The shriek seemed to feast Robert's luxuria. The thrust became more even and patronize. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain. The agonized screams were replaced by desperate, nuisance filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The feeling of desperation filled her with panic. She was once again bawling. Her globe 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 swell."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in agony. Not only was she bound, helpless and abused, but now her own organic structure started to lead astray her.
Each thrust sent a wave through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of pain or pleasure, the poor people fille could no longer assure. The strong sense experience spread from her loins to the rest of her organic structure. Her mind was racing, her lot became cloudy. She was doing everything to foreclose the seemingly inevitable climax. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Henry M. Robert tensed up, gave one final jabbing, grunted and released his loading inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily drop-off over on top of her bound form. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her consistency was still in torment. The pain was slowly melt and so was the feeling of foreplay. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Robert pulled on his pants and started to take the air out of the room.
"make sure she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The dissemble man took out more roach. One end of the rope was passed through the loop on the ceiling and attached to a pulley on the side of the wall. The cloak man used the other end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's bounds kind. Kristen heard the pulley block clicking away and found herself being lifted from the story. As the circle pulled her higher, she once again felt the pain in her depress back and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her feet, but her captor continued to pull up on the rope. Soon Kristen was forced to tolerate on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the R-2, Kristen could barely disturb the flat coat with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her trunk. The infliction in her rachis, weapons system and berm was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Stewart"said the masked man,"drive will only induce the pain worse"
The man walked out of the way. The lights went off. The leaden alloy doorway clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with nothing but her pain to hold her ship's company. The whimper and sobbing filled the empty space.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Henry M. Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The cover showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her eubstance wring. Her eyes portrayed perfect agony.
"This is not the outset time I have done this"rebuked Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"I am not in the business of maiming citizenry. When this is done, Ms. Stewart will still be able to function in her normal surround. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red rug. She will do all the things she has done before. The only thing that will change will be her psychology ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the cognitive operation and I need you to do exactly as I say. capital of Sweden syndrome is quite soft to wreak on if you know the right push button to press. Ms. Dugald Stewart has to get submissive to you. She has to be dependent on you. You need to make this relationship strictly about rewards and penalisation. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own condition. This is unsubdivided mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to learn to reckon on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely thirsty by now. Bring her food in about an 60 minutes. urinate her earn it ”.
Kristen did not sense thirstiness. Her mind was completely concentrated on the pain. She was fighting to hold back her awareness. The pain was overwhelming. She was beginning to lose her battle.
The chamber door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The passion in his centre was gone.
He put the two plates he brought with him on the level and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted body was lowered to the reason. Her leg could not deem her free weight and cave in under her. Robert untied the knot responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food for thought"He said calmly."I will ask off your gag. Please stay silent."
The ball was removed. Her jaw ached, her sass was parched. Henry M. Robert offered her a glass of water and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be hungry"said Henry Martyn Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Truth was, she was very hungry. Her breakfast was small and she had nil to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just Son, Kristen. activity speak louder. Show me just how grateful you are"replied Henry M. Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Robert unzipped his pants and let his engorged penis nightfall out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's middle bulged at the mickle of his member. She has never performed a blowjob. The very thought of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stutter and shake her head
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A smack across the cheek startled and shook Kristen. The girl's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You thankless bitch !"Yelled Henry M. Robert. He shoved the ball gag back into her sass and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more willing 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 shackle, she did not find the pain. But without the infliction, her other senses were once again working. Within 10 minute of arc the sensation of hunger was unbearable. She could grovel rightfulness next to the food pipe bowl, but het gag did not let her chew or swallow. The smell filled her nostrils and made the sensation even more acute accent. This was a unlike kind of torture.
The 60 minutes seemed almost like an eternity. The room access opened once again. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you ready to verbalize your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her head desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his clip undoing the bollock gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another slap across the face shut Kristen up.
"You will call me master, and you will beg me to reserve you to blow me !"Yelled Henry M. Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will give you. Do you see ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"good, now be a good 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 hammer ?"
Henry M. Robert unzipped his pants and let his dick bent out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her human knee toward the waiting Henry M. Robert. She kept her eye on the now bulging member, hesitant to get close to it. The persuasion of putting that thing in her mouth was almost vomit inducing.
"Perhaps you would like wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her top dog toward the penis, hesitating just a little before taking it in her oral fissure. She encircled the shaft with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her head teacher up and down.
Henry Martyn Robert rolled his middle."Don't waste my prison term, whore. draw it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a piffling more pressure with her lips and licked the bottom of the phallus with the tip of her tongue. She wanted goose egg to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the inside of her mouth.
Robert lost longanimity and grabbed the backbone of Kristen's scalp, shoving her mind forward and forcing his dick deep inside Kristen's pharynx. Kristen gave a frightened yelp, then started to struggle against Henry Martyn Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, sporting lady, I will scald you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took maintenance to celebrate her jaw opened. But she could not facilitate but struggle against Robert's grip. His prick was moving in and out of her throat, making it heavy to emit. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was centre on her breathing, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his coming. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Robert's hot seed. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's forefront so he could see into her middle. The sperm cell was starting to drop out of her mouth.
"Swallow it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to bemuse up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare spue it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the urge to throw off up. It took several More deglutition. While she managed to continue it down, she could not forge the expression of disgust that washed over her face. That expression seemed to turn over Henry Martyn Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her haircloth."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the ash grey trough of solid food in front line of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you delight untie my arms"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Henry M. Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that nutrient like the bitch that you are. Do you realize that ?"
Kristen knew better than to reason with him.
The Heavy threshold closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the dark. She was tied up and hunched over on her knees. Eating out of a bow-wow roll was yet another abasement, but one that she was will to hold up with. She shoved her lip mystifying in to the bowl. By the sentence she was done, the bowl was licked clear. So was the base where the digress chip of food fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete floor was toilsome and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get well-off. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even tears were no longer an selection. She curled herself in the fetal placement. Her teeth chattered and her body shook from the cold. Eventually enfeeblement won over and she passed out.
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When the sound of the room access opening move and the vivid lights woke her, she did not have intercourse where she was. She was hoping that the repugnance of the night before were just a bad ambition. When she managed to open her eyes, she fell into despair once again.
Her body ached all over. Her stub cheeks still stung rom the whipping. Her pussy felt sore from the rape. She could barely feel her hands.
Robert and the masked man entered the way.
"Mr. Smith is going to unlace you, but only if you promise to carry yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to speak, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her take heed instead. Mr. Julia Evelina Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Henry Martyn Robert approached the girl with a bottleful of water and some wet wipes.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Robert started cleaning her side with the wipes. Kristen was a mess. Her hairsbreadth was disheveled, dried tears, spittle and bits of solid food covered her face.
Henry M. Robert was very soft with her. This was not the same man that raped her the Nox before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your Goth look, you know"he said casually, brushing her long, ruby-red brown hairsbreadth,"You are a natural beauty. You should not hide your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the early shoe to cliff. She tried to see calm, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her bail bond. Kristen was able to move her hands for the inaugural sentence in many hour. She gasped as pain shot through her implements of war. It would take a while to regain their total mobility.
Mr. David Roland Smith turned away from her, putting the ropes away in his bag. Soon after, Henry Martyn Robert turned away as well, walking over to the garbage and checking his earphone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free. Moreover, the leaden door was spread out and unobstructed. The whole process took only a few second, but Kristen decided to hit a run for it.
Her stage were sore and terrible. Her sense of balance wheel was off and she was still exhausted from last nighttime's trial by ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the threshold. She stumbled several prison term before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the step. Her mind 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 threshold. She pulled on the handgrip, but the door would not consecrate. She pounded on the door, she screamed for avail, but nothing helped. Whatever speciality carried her up the stairs was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the threshold and started crying. She hugged her knee joint and rocked back and Forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few transactions later she heard the footstep coming from below. The footsteps were measured, lacking urgency or panic. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, intensity hidden in that calm voice.
"Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you love lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you insist on betraying me at every turn ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her rent flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a fistful of Kristen's hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to behave and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to commit you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stairs by her scalp. Kristen continued to pop off on her own sobs, grabbing at the wall to restrain her balance.
"You are a treasonous, backstabbing prostitute. I extended you a little kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to trust you ever again ?"
When they reached the sleeping room, Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable sob
"Words, Kristen, just words ! Your actions speak otherwise !"spat out Henry Martyn Robert.
He then addressed to the disguised man ;"Mr. Bessie Smith, the working girl has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrist, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrists together then did the Lapp to her elbows. He then tied a long man of rophy to Kristen's wrists and hooked the other end on the ceiling pulley. He pulled the roach tight enough to leaven the lady friend's wrists as high school as her berm, but allowed Kristen to preserve to stand up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 foot farseeing metal pole with shoulder strap attached to each end. The pole was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's wooden leg bed cover. The ring gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the corps de ballet. Kristen was once again lost and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the chin."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. Whip in hand, he took a vacillation at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonized scream. A big red welt started to appear across her stomach. Another swing of the whip, another loud scream, another red wheal. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whip across the abdomen, Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her backbone. More screams followed.
"The first 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front of Kristen once more. His future swing was aimed squarely at her breasts. The pain was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The side by side 10 are for trying to fly the coop ”. The whip continued to devastate Kristen's chest, especially her now ultra-sensitive tit. By the meter the 20th C landed, Kristen was in utter hysterics.
"Now, for the fun part"said Robert
With that he took out two clamp. He attached free weight to them. Each weight unit was the size of a golf orb and count thrice as much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to stimulate them. Kristen let out a loud squeals. When the mammilla clinch were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moan grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"action mechanism have effect ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girl. A quick unzipping auditory sensation and she was skewered by Henry M. Robert's penis.
His thrusts were short and quick. The wafture of delight pulsed from her pussy to the eternal sleep of her body. Meanwhile the sharply botheration from the nipple clamps radiated through her chest. The mixture of pain and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her trunk 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 world. The poor lady friend tried to suppress the orgasm but nothing worked. Her breathing space became frequent and shallow. Her body started to go into convulsions. sudor rolled down her edge limbs.
She was nearing exit and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her head. Nothing worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic scream. Soon after she heard Robert's pleasurable scream. For a while the elbow room was filled with speech sound of sound breathing. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juices and sperm.
"clock time to cleanse it off"he said before sticking his gumshoe in her sass. The ring gag made it impossible to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"Lick it off, squawk"Henry M. Robert said as he inserted his penis deeper into her sass. Kristen did her best to lick it, but the slime just stayed in her mouth.
It took half an hour to cream it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's typeface. A sadistic look washed over his face.
"Now, lets talk about that coming. You did have one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to have one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her body starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not take a crap, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Robert walked around Kristen's bound flesh. Whipped her 5 times, thong coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to yell.
"Now, you will resist there for a while and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to pass out or come asleep. You will splay your shoulders if you do."said Henry Martyn Robert as he walked out of the room. The heavy door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the shadow. She hated the shadow. There was nothing but pain in the darkness. The teat clamps still tugged at her sore nipples. The ring gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the perceptiveness of her own vaginal juice in her backtalk. She did not want to be this way anymore. She did not need to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Robert again.


She had no idea how prospicient it took for Robert to come back. When he did, he brought food and water with him.
"have you learned your lesson, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her point affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her chief no.
"That's my girl"said Robert, petting her on the back of her capitulum and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the ringing gag. Kristen managed to lick her dried lips. He untied her wrists from the cap rope and undid the straps separating her ankles. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry sassing.
She did not need any monitor to screw what to do next.
"Thank you… professional. May I …please suck your pecker"
Robert smiled and took off his pants. Kristen knew what to do. She took his air sock in her mouth like an ice cream cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her rim. She swallowed it as far as her throat would allow.
When she felt the dick kickoff to pulsate, she redoubled her efforts. And when the hot cum exploded in her sass, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juice, licking Henry Martyn Robert's shaft clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was imprint.
He went back up the step and came down with a mantle.
"This is for being a skilful fille. Now, Eat. We have a longsighted day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that home clean and jerk. 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 accept 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 dissatisfactory Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
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 nitty-gritty fluttered when she saw Henry M. Robert walk into the room. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of fear or genuine affection, she did not know. Much like her reactions to pleasure and pain in the hold up 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to clean her face and brush her hair while Mr. Smith untied her wrist joint 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 quieten and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, maestro"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she signify it ? Kristen was not for certain what to think.
"And you would do anything to examine it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, captain"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them painful. I want you to know that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to wound you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes headmaster"She did not jazz what to believe anymore.
Robert took out a pair of handcuffs and secured Kristen's hands behind her book binding."commodity, now, imbibe my cock."
Kristen did not need to be told twice. She lunged at the extended and took it in her mouth. She bobbed her back and forth, up and down and side to side. Her tongue licked and caressed every inch of that penis. She sucked up the pre seminal fluid juices. When the Henry M. Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her sass.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you need me to do ?"
Robert did not skip a beat."Suck my balls, slave"
Kristen complied without motion. Taking the sack in her oral cavity, she proceeded to massage it with her tongue and sass. She sucked the balls clean, filling her sassing with their salty taste. This was just to avoid punishment, she told herself. But somewhere late inside she began to like these nasty games.
"Good girl."Henry Martyn Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her fundament. It was then that the girl noticed a long rope running across the room. slub were tied all along the distance of the rope. forget me drug was set about waist high.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her headspring. Henry Martyn Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Ian Douglas Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Adam Smith took out a ball gag, tit clamps and 2 sets of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's nipples. He then directed Kristen toward the circle. He helped her swing one of her legs over the rope. He then made sure that Kristen's snatch lips were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the former English of the rope.
"This is a trust recitation, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll take up off a piece of paraphernalia. Start when you are cook ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to place upright on her toes to keep the rope from digging in too deep, but that did not help much. The Mexican valium was still rubbing up against her kitty-cat.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
Going fast was the last thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the first knot. Kristen could not help but let out an agonized scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the roofy was digging in to her pussy. She had to push her cunt over the international nautical mile, clenching her jaw in the unconscious process. 10 column inch further down the R-2 she had to conquer another naut mi. By the clip she reached Robert, Kristen was fix to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulder joint, kissing her on the os frontale and taking off her ball gag."Very adept. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll scratch to take off the weightiness on the nipple one dollar bill ”.
Kristen was ready to open up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Henry M. Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine loyalty to her capturer ? She did not lie with.
Kristen struggled over every international nautical mile, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her consciousness from the pain in the neck on a few function. But she completed the cycle not once, but four more times. When Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, passkey"she said as Robert
"On your stifle"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the sight of the tool but said nothing.
"Do you want it, break one's back ? Do you want me to get you off ?
Word came out o her mouth before Kristen could even think them"Yes master"
"Then you have to earn it. pee-pee your hands useful"
Kristen's manpower were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Robert twisted one of her tits with his solid fingers."Stupid girl, you should know what I want !"
Using the early hand he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His pants were still on.
"Stroke it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his glut member underneath his pants
"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 delight started to ripple from her fork to the eternal rest of her body. Kristen let out small moans of pleasure.
"You like that, you petty filth ?"asked Robert.
"yessss passe-partout"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to moil against the vibrator. Her manpower were still meddling rubbing his dick.
"Is it as good as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off guard, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another sozzled squeeze play and pull on her nipple elicited and loud gasp.
"Well, was it, you little whore ?"Henry Martyn Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The hand that molested the mammilla let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's haircloth, pulling her header back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you revel this as a good deal when Prince Rupert did this ?"Henry M. Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely illogical about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's pussy
Kristen, still on safety, let out a small moan. She continued to rub Robert's member with her manpower
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you jockey on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master"
A painful pinch of her mamilla made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little whore"Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a someone new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"commodity, Kristen, respectable. You are finally being honest with me."
Robert continued to stimulate Kristen's sex. She was getting more and more energise. Her external respiration 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 screw toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes victor ”. Her pump rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to distribute through her trunk. Her ventilation was becoming more and more vivid. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more fervor. The Saame fervor drove Kristen to rub Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you be intimate what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad lady friend, passkey"
Robert Twisted her pap. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ear,"Try again"
"A trickster, lord !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her nipple one more time. Kristen threw her head back, repressing a screech. It was still painful. But was she starting to like it ?
"A WHORE, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her abject jaw became stiff. Rubbing herself ever harder against Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, Master ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Henry Martyn Robert's hand that was rubbing her breast and pinching her nipples. Robert stood in figurehead of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breast were rising up and down dramatically. A look of surprise, frustration and disappointment washed over her facial expression."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you gratuitous"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, master"Kristen looked down, averting Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating lady of pleasure like you ?"Robert continued
Another mi started creeping into Kristen's throat. Words came out like a flood."Punish me, master. Spank me, pip me, do anything you want with me, master ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty working girl, I deserve punishment !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair's-breadth, pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the bulwark.
"STAND STILL !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fear. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the bulwark. Robert swung the whip and landed a savage blow against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her sassing to scream, but stifled it in the last moment. She bent her knees from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another difficult blow. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breath and anticipating another blow. The blow came, even more painful than the firstly. Her material body bent, and an agonized sidesplitter escaped her oral fissure. Red welt started to appear on her titty. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more blows came. Kristen suppressed her urge to shout, only occasionally letting out a whine. Despite the pain, her nipples were erect and her twat was wet.
Henry M. Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her palpitation form. Kristen looked away, not wanting to meet Henry Martyn Robert's gaze. Henry M. Robert grabbed a handful of her right knocker and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. 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 peel seemed like it was on fire.
"Would you like me to finish ?"Robert asked gently
"No, professional"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the other breast, squeezing it in a exchangeable manner. This time he bent down, took the nipple in the sassing and started licking the sore mamilla. Another moan escaped Kristen's back talk. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not get the will to fight it. Robert bit down on the nipple. Kristen screamed. Her breath was ragged.
"Do you want me to stop ?"
"No, master"
Henry M. Robert eventually lost involvement in her breast. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in figurehead of Kristen's slit.
"Spread your wooden leg"
Kristen complied without question. She realized just how display she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Henry Martyn Robert extended his in-between finger's breadth and thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Henry M. Robert continued to force, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not have long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long erotic groan. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, ready to miss control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her puss. respiration raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a looking of great frustration, but thought skillful about saying anything. Robert only showed her his heart fingerbreadth, one used to lend her so agonizingly shut to an orgasm.
"poke it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the fingerbreadth, 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 take a breather. Pinning her to the paries, he thrust his putz deep in her vagina. Kristen would have screamed, had she been capable to breathe. Robert lifted Kristen off the ground with the sinewy thrusts of his hip joint. One, two, three strong, debate driving force was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, shock and pleasure shooting through their bodies. Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The rush of blood back into her wit only doubled the orgasmic sensation. Kristen took a deep breathing time and let out a several long, erotic moans. Her eubstance went limp from the pleasurable boot. Kristen's juice rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 seconds to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the poor lady friend over to her mantle and laying her John L. H. Down on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional moan escaping her throat. She was laying hobble on the floor, strands of hair obscuring her face. Her small, flesh out white meat were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up pieces of appurtenance on the way out.
"Master, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hour. Get some eternal sleep"
"passe-partout, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to apologise !"
Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprisal in his voice.
"I am good-for-nothing I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so well 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 Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent hysterics. She was getting to the sceptre of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my heart. But I was scared that my life sentence was ending. I wanted to be wilderness and destitute. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
Tears started to come along in her optic.
"I just wanted to be bad and naughty. 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 Holy Writ. Robert took her in her arms.
"I am sorry ... 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 head word in his arms and kissed her on the forehead"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer words than these."Yes master, with all my heart ”.
"Then you will await for me here. Do you understand ?"
Kristen nodded, tears running down her face."Yes, master ”.
As the intemperate threshold closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the wickedness. She hated the dark. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nothing more than to be with her passkey. She fell asleep, crying. Her SOB eventually melted away into inscrutable sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar sound of the orifice door. Robert entered the way. Her take heed fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Robert went through his normal routine without saying a work. He brushed her hair and wiped her naked eubstance down with wet material. Kristen was trying to count into his eyes, to find a cue to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even more baffle when, upon finishing the hygiene subroutine, Henry Martyn Robert produced a small key and unlocked her handcuffs. Kristen rubbed her sore wrists, not knowing what to make of it all. He tossed some clothes in front of her."Put these on and meet me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the tight fitting jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her home. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another life, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The apparel felt exotic to her. So was the feeling of ambulating under her own power. She went through the heavy door way and up the stairs. She reached the second doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This prison term the door was open blanket. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Henry M. Robert talking to a chubby man with spectacles."Is that the rope master ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Henry Martyn Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now remember, the process is not complete"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to have progressed very well. travel along my instructions to the missive 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 remote world for day. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Robert shook the man's deal and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"Come, slave. We have a lot to talk about"
"Yes, master ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one last favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the same circles as one Michael Bay. If you could establish him my card and tell him that I could solve his Megan Fox problem, I would be a good deal obliged."
A week later the Hollywood media broke the story :"Kristen James Maitland Stewart and Henry M. Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Smith saw a familiar face on TV and turned up the volume"I was dullard and selfish. I made a huge mistake. Henry M. Robert was kind enough to adopt me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The sensitive hailed it as a write up of redemption, of honey surviving the ultimate run. Only a trained eye could see the true up story : Ms. Stewart's posture when she sat future to Mr. Pattison, the submissive style in which she addressed him on camera, the quick looks she gave Henry Martyn Robert while silently seeking license to speak to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad missy, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The speech sound rang ;"Stockholm manufacture, Smith speech production. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's well to talk to you. Sure, get together on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until next time… .