Celebrity Trainers : Kristen Stewart
codification : MF, nc, colza, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, Julian Bond,

disavowal : This is fiction, it did NOT happen. phantasy is legal. This story does not preach fury against adult female. If you have any suggestions for this or any early future story, please e-mail me. Don't forget to alter and neuter your PET. 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 miscellany of grief and anger. And despite his just efforts to resign, the feel were not going away.
When a acquaintance of a booster suggested a certain place that"mess these relationship problems ”, Robert was skeptical. The line card said"capital of Sweden industry"and listed a numeral. The friend did not chip in much more than detail or account. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the earphone. The whole thing was very closelipped."Still ”, thought Henry Martyn Robert,"it's worth a face ”.
The office on the stage business card was located on the far outskirts of due east Los Angeles. No polarity was posted above or in front man of the door, just an office number. The inside the office Robert found 4 blank whiteness wall, unproblematic desk and chairwoman. There was another threshold on the opposite side of the office. The resident of the desk was a plain looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading glasses and expanding waistline gave an imprint of a life history role worker.
"Mr. Pattison, issue forth in please ”.
Pattison took a seat.
"You may call me Mr. Smith. First things first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and dagger routine, the divine service that we offer are very exclusive. You need not only money, but the compensate association, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a understanding. The legality of our services is questionable. But we are very good at what we do, and cypher ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Robert replied"I still don't sympathize how you can help me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. Adam Smith leaned forward"You are a public number, Mr. Pattison. Your late breakup with Ms. Kristen Stewart is populace knowledge. Ms. Dugald Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to move on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behavior limiting. If you choose to employ our services, I can guarantee that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your family relationship, but Ms. Jimmy Stewart well be a lot more concordant and pleasing to you. There will be no more fights or discrepancy. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will resign to your every desire and will stay true to you ”.
"How exactly do you design to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combination of proficiency, including thraldom, S & M and psychological training. What I can assure is 100 % succeeder 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 grant you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our services, this conversation is over. You will never try from us again. If you contact the law or the media, they will notice cipher but a legitimate indemnity authority. We are good at what we do and we have never had problems. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your answer"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"secernate me Sir Thomas More ”.
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The news program delirium that came after her affair was revealed caused Kristen Stewart to offset several metier appearances. She did not feel like answering any enquiry about the matter or the breakup. In fact she did not sense like doing anything for the balance of the week. She made the calls to set off her assignment and dismissed the stave of her house. The only affair she would be doing for the next 7 days is fucking Rupert drum sander, her new front-runner boy toy. Henry M. Robert was fun for a while, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Robert needed to man up and impress on.
After putting on her favorite top, skinny jeans and brushing her foresighted reddish brown haircloth, Kristen made her way toward her chamber door. A tall stranger waited for her in the door. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom bulwark. A knife was pressed to her slender neck."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot smoother"said the masked trespasser. Kristen was frozen in fear. The unknown put away the tongue and quickly spin Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The interloper chuckled while tying her carpus behind her"Go ahead and scream, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her workforce tightly secured, Kristen was shoved expression up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more forget me drug and started tying her ankles.
"What do you need from me ? ? ? I have money ! assume my pocketbook ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankles secured, the alien stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into tears"please don't rape me !"
Still wearing a smile on his masked face, the trespasser took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nose and mouth, all while pinning her slender bound form to the bed.
The futile but sexy struggles continued for just a few minutes. Her optic rolled to the back of her head. Her chapeau closed and her dead body went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun function"sighed the trespasser,"now, where is the brat's cellphone telephone set ?"


When Kristen woke up, her world was dark and cold. The bag was still over her drumhead. She was laying face down on the floor, her bare tit pressed against the cold concrete. Her legs were unblock, but her manpower were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her head teacher and roll on her back, painful sensation shooting through her spine and arms. She tried to wiggle her finger's breadth and realized they were touching gamy up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and catch one's breath faster. She then realized something big and round was stuck in her mouth.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to get wind phonation in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will lose her for 24-hour interval"said the other, unfamiliar voice
"adept, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A twosome of strong mitt grabbed her by the arms and set her upright, sitting on her genu. The bag was pulled off her head and Kristen was blinded by the bright lights.
"commodity afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of questions, but given your predicament, you are not in the status to ask. If we feel generous, we will serve those questions in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could come up with a ball gag in her mouth.
"starting time things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a reverse prayer view. It is designed to not only be painful but to also limit your movement considerably. So try not to struggle if you want to avoid unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to celebrate you quiet, but rather to get to you salivate, mostly for abasement intent. feel free to scream all you like. Nobody outside these bulwark can hear you."
By now Kristen's eyes had adjusted to the light. In front of her stood a man in a ski mask and a short whip in his hand. The unknown's voice belonged to him. The visual sense of him, his dress and the whip sent shivers down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and limit. Ropes were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the other man. He was slowly circling around the elbow room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"Henry M. Robert ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her mind. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a guest,"continued the mask stranger,"there are rules you have to follow, break them and risk punishment. convention 1…
Kristen's creative thinker drowned out the verbalizer. 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. Robert's manifestation didn't change. The sound of the whip slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in social movement of her."Do you translate the theater principle"
A spirit of lost muddiness was all Kristen could manage
The masked man grabbed the bound girl by the chin and loosened the strap on the bollock gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few seconds to spit the gag out.
"Do you sympathise the dominion ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE sin DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? Robert WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The mask man shoved the ball gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more fourth dimension, do you see the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You near let me go. People will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The cloaked man shoved the orchis gag back into the girls mouth, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill lease that as a no, Ms. Jimmy Stewart. Let's clear some things up. nobody is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a workweek. You were kind enough to cancel all of your fitting for the next 7 days, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. smoother, he received a text shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his number. You even issued a command on your twitter page announcing the termination of your relationship and a very heartfelt apology to his family and your fan. In short, cipher will be looking for you for a while. At this time you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the house rules, it is clear you did not hear them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. first gear linguistic rule is that you will address me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of spell and used foul oral communication ”. The masked man looked up at Henry M. Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you tally, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should allot with the punishment ”, said the cloaked man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a chance to object, her heading was forced down on the ground. She was still on her knees. With her hands tied and her butt straight up in the air, the girl was the very definition of vulnerability. The first thrash came without warning. The pain across her cigaret cheek was sudden and keen. Kristen let out an agonized and prolonged scream.
The cushion was quickly followed by fear and an impending notion of doom.
The s smash of the whip was as shocking as the first. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the quantity of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The tertiary strike of the lash sent an echo across the small way. The pain similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her rachis and throughout the eternal sleep of her writhed body. Kristen could not think or understand what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer impuissance she was experiencing, or the panic that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the pain. Whatever the rationality, Kristen was in binge and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th time. Time seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the level 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 herald through her ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a placidity response from behind her. This was the first time that Henry Martyn Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in social movement 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 bother ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Henry M. Robert. This was the commencement metre she has seen such rage.
The room was once again still. Only two sounds filled the storage room were the small whine and sobs that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's fuzz and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her only warning before she felt Roberts penis thrust inside her. Kristen let out a inadequate yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a bawd"Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's haircloth again. Kristen's back was arched in a painful manner. The web of R-2 that surrounded her torso and kept her hands in a reverse prayer posture only made it unsound. Robert gave his hips one powerful thrust. painfulness scene through Kristen's scalp, down her vertebral column and through her arms. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of painfulness"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's sentences was punctuated by a solid pelvic thrust. Each poking brought on more screech. The screams seemed to give Robert's lust. The jabbing became more regular and haunt. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain. The agonised screams were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The feeling of despair filled her with panic. She was once again bawling. Her nut gag prevented her from swallowing. As a solvent she was drooling uncontrollably. In short, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; stimulation. As Robert continued to have a go at it 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 soundbox started to betray her.
Each thrust sent a wave through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of pain or pleasure, the wretched girl could no longer tell. The warm star gap from her loins to the sleep of her body. Her mind was racing, her passel became cloudy. She was doing everything to prevent the seemingly inevitable climax. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Robert tensed up, gave one net thrust, grunted and released his load inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily slack over on top of her bound form. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her physical structure was still in torment. The hurting was slowly fade and so was the intuitive feeling of arousal. 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 sure she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The disguised man took out more roach. One end of the roofy was passed through the eyelet on the cap and attached to a block on the English of the wall. The disguise man used the former end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's bounce material body. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the floor. As the Mexican valium pulled her high, she once again felt the pain in her take down vertebral column and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her pes, but her captor continued to overstretch up on the rope. Soon Kristen was forced to digest on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the roofy, Kristen could barely touch the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her back, arms and shoulder joint was excruciating.
"Try not to strike, Ms. Stewart"said the mask man,"movement will only cook the bother bad"
The man walked out of the room. The light went off. The heavy metal doorway clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the wickedness with cipher but her painfulness to keep her company. The whimpers and sobbing filled the empty blank.
"I don't want her scathe permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the proctor. The covert showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her body contorted. Her eyes portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the first clip I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the job of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. Stewart will still be able to function in her normal environment. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red carpeting. She will do all the thing she has done before. The but matter that will convert will be her psychology ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the summons and I need you to do exactly as I say. Stockholm syndrome is quite easy to work on if you know the rightfulness buttons to push. Ms. Stewart has to become submissive to you. She has to be dependent on you. You need to make this relationship strictly about wages and penalisation. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own condition. This is simple mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to learn to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. Bring her food in about an hour. produce her earn it ”.
Kristen did not find hungriness. Her thinker was completely concentrated on the pain. She was fighting to keep her knowingness. The pain was overwhelming. She was beginning to misplace her battle.
The sleeping room door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the luminousness. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The rage in his oculus was gone.
He put the two plates he brought with him on the floor and went over to the block. Kristen's exhausted dead body was lowered to the primer. Her legs could not hold her weight and collapsed under her. Robert untied the greyback responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some nutrient"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please stay silent."
The ball 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 Henry M. Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Truth was, she was very hungry. Her breakfast was small and she had zippo to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just news, Kristen. Actions speak louder. Show me just how thankful you are"respond Henry Martyn Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Robert unzipped his drawers and let his engorged phallus capitulation out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's center bulged at the stack of his fellow member. She has never performed a cock sucking. The very thought of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stutter and shake her head teacher
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the impudence startled and shook Kristen. The miss's face was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful cunt !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the Lucille Ball gag back into her mouth and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more willing to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the chamber and closed the door. Kristen once again found herself in the dark. She was no longer suspended above the level. As long as she did not skin against her trammel, she did not finger the painful sensation. But without the pain in the ass, her other senses were once again working. Within 10 minutes the virtuoso of thirstiness was unbearable. She could crawl justly next to the food trough, but het gag did not let her chew or immerse. The smell filled her anterior naris and made the mavin even more acute. This was a different kind of torture.
The time of day seemed almost like an timeless existence. The room access opened once again. Henry Martyn Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's spring form.
"Are you set to express your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her head desperately and moaned through the gag. Henry Martyn Robert took his clip undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another slap across the typeface shut Kristen up.
"You will shout out me overlord, and you will beg me to allow you to go down on me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will flow you. Do you empathize ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"Good, now be a undecomposed whore and beg"
A mi started to work in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please go down on your cock ?"
Henry Martyn Robert unzipped his pants and let his dick hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her stifle toward the waiting Robert. She kept her eyes on the now bulging member, hesitant to get close to it. The view of putting that matter in her sassing was almost spew inducing.
"Perhaps you would wish wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her capitulum toward the penis, hesitating just a little before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the shaft with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her headway up and down.
Robert rolled his oculus."Don't wastefulness my time, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a little more pressure with her lips and licked the tooshie of the penis with the tip of her spit. She wanted nothing to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the inside of her mouth.
Robert lost patience and grabbed the cover of Kristen's scalp, shoving her mind forward and forcing his dick abstruse inside Kristen's pharynx. Kristen gave a scared yelp, then started to shin against Robert's traction.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will scald you raw ! You got that ?"cry Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to stay fresh her jaw opened. But she could not aid but struggle against Robert's grip. His dick was moving in and out of her pharynx, making it arduous to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggle only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was concentrate on her breathing, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his orgasm. Soon after, her mouthpiece was filled with Robert's hot seed. Henry M. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could look into her eyes. 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 throw up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare spit out it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the urge to throw up. It took several more than swallows. While she managed to celebrate it down, she could not fake the construction of disgust that washed over her nerve. That expression seemed to generate Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the silver bowl of food in front of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you please untie my arm"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Henry M. Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the bitch that you are. Do you understand that ?"
Kristen knew in force than to argue 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 human knee. Eating out of a pooch arena was yet another humiliation, but one that she was leave to live with. She shoved her mouthpiece cryptical in to the roll. By the fourth dimension she was done, the roll was licked clean. So was the trading floor where the stray chip of food for thought fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete story was heavy and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for assistance. Even rent were no yearner an selection. She curled herself in the foetal position. Her teeth chattered and her body shook from the cold. Eventually enervation won over and she passed out.
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When the sound of the room access curtain raising and the bright brightness woke her, she did not hump where she was. She was hoping that the horrors of the nighttime before were just a bad dream. When she managed to open her eyes, she fell into despair once again.
Her soundbox ached all over. Her butt cheeks still stung rom the slaughter. Her pussy felt sore from the rapine. She could barely feel her hands.
Henry M. Robert and the block out man entered the room.
"Mr. Smith is going to loosen you, but only if you promise to act 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 word instead. Mr. Joseph Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Robert approached the missy with a bottleful of water and some wet rub.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Robert started cleaning her face with the wipes. Kristen was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, dried tears, saliva and bits of food covered her face.
Henry Martyn Robert was very gentle 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 retentive, reddish brown tomentum,"You are a rude knockout. You should not hide out your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the former shoe to drop curtain. She tried to calculate calm, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Kate Smith undid her attachment. Kristen was able to move her hand for the offset clock time in many hours. She gasped as pain stab through her weapon. It would take a while to find their full mobility.
Mr. Smith turned away from her, putting the ropes away in his bag. Soon after, Robert turned away as well, walking over to the food waste and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free. Moreover, the heavy door was undefendable and unobstructed. The unit process took only a few seconds, but Kristen decided to make a run for it.
Her pegleg were sore and painful. Her common sense of symmetricalness was off and she was still exhausted from last night's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the threshold. She stumbled several times before reaching the stair. 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 stair for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a door. She pulled on the handle, but the door would not render. She pounded on the door, she screamed for help, but zilch helped. Whatever strength carried her up the step was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the door and started crying. She hugged her knees and rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few minutes later she heard the stride coming from below. The pace were turn over, lacking urgency or terror. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, vividness hidden in that calm voice.
"Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you savour lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you take a firm stand on betraying me at every act ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a handful of Kristen's hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to behave and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to bank you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the step by her scalp. Kristen continued to choke on her own shit, grabbing at the walls to go on her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing cocotte. I extended you a little forgivingness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to trust you ever again ?"
When they reached the chamber, Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the unmanageable sobs
"word, Kristen, just language ! Your actions speak otherwise !"spat out Robert.
He then addressed to the masked man ;"Mr. Smith, the whore has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. David Roland Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrist, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrist joint together then did the Lapplander to her elbows. He then tied a long while of R-2 to Kristen's wrist and hooked the other end on the ceiling pulley-block. He pulled the rope tight enough to raise the girl's wrists as high as her shoulders, but allowed Kristen to continue to stand up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 understructure farsighted metal terminal with shoulder strap attached to each end. The rod was attached to the ankle, leaving Kristen's legs banquet. The ring gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the chin."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. party whip in paw, he took a swing at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonized scream. A big red welt started to come along across her abdomen. Another golf shot of the whip, another flash riot, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whips across the abdomen, Robert walked behind the miss and started whipping her rachis. More screams followed.
"The first-class honours degree 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in nominal head of Kristen once more. His next swing was aimed squarely at her breasts. The pain was so acute, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The future 10 are for trying to elude ”. The whip continued to ravage Kristen's white meat, especially her now ultra-sensitive mammilla. By the time the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in utter hysterics.
"Now, for the fun constituent"said Robert
With that he took out two clamps. He attached weightiness to them. Each weight was the size of a golf ball and weighed thrice as much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to stimulate them. Kristen let out a loud squeals. When the nipple clamp were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's groan grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"actions have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up daughter. A quick unzipping phone and she was skewered by Robert's penis.
His poking were shortsighted and agile. The waving of pleasure pulsed from her puss to the remainder of her body. Meanwhile the sharp pain from the nipple clamps radiated through her chest. The mixture of pain and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her body reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not understand how she was getting off from rape, but it was the realness. The poor people girl tried to suppress the orgasm but nothing worked. Her hint became haunt and shoal. Her body started to go into turmoil. Sweat rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing release and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her brain. Nothing worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic screeching. Soon after she heard Robert's pleasurable scream. For a while the room was filled with strait of expectant ventilation. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juice and sperm.
"fourth dimension to houseclean it off"he said before sticking his dick in her sass. The ring gag made it impossible to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"Lick it off, cunt"Robert said as he inserted his penis deeper into her sassing. Kristen did her best to lick it, but the muck just stayed in her rima oris.
It took half an hour to lick it off completely. Henry M. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a party whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's face. A sadistic tone washed over his aspect.
"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 have one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her promontory, her body starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not denounce, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Robert walked around Kristen's limit frame of reference. Whipped her 5 times, lashes coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to scream.
"Now, you will stand there for a patch and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to pass out or fall asleep. You will dislocate your berm if you do."said Henry M. Robert as he walked out of the elbow room. The heavy threshold slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the nighttime. She hated the dark. There was cipher but pain sensation in the dark. The pap clinch still tugged at her sore pap. The mob gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the penchant of her own vaginal juice in her mouth. She did not require to be this way anymore. She did not want to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Robert again.


She had no estimation how long it took for Henry Martyn Robert to issue forth back. When he did, he brought food and water with him.
"rich person you learned your lesson, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her fountainhead affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her head no.
"That's my missy"said Robert, petting her on the back of her head and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the ring gag. Kristen managed to cream her dried lips. He untied her wrists from the ceiling rope and undid the straps separating her ankles. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry sass.
She did not need any reminders to know what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please suck your shaft"
Robert smiled and took off his bloomers. Kristen knew what to do. She took his sock in her sassing like an ice cream cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her brim. She swallowed it as far as her throat would allow.
When she felt the dick start to pulse, she redoubled her try. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Robert's shaft clean and jerk.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a blanket.
"This is for being a good girl. Now, Eat. We have a retentive day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that shell clean and jerk. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrists and shoulder joint were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would have been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to resist. She has given up trying to crusade. Most 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 stub cheeks and her breasts all stung from the day before. Still, her heart fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the room. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of fear or genuine tenderness, she did not screw. very much like her reactions to pleasure and pain in the last 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to clean her face and brush her hair while Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Robert. His look was calm and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, overlord"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not sure as shooting what to think.
"And you would do anything to try it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, professional"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them painful. I want you to roll in the hay that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to hurt you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes superior"She did not know what to believe anymore.
Robert took out a couple of manacle and secured Kristen's work force behind her back."goodness, now, suck my cock."
Kristen did not demand to be told twice. She lunged at the elongated 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 phallus. She sucked up the pre semen juices. 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 want me to do ?"
Robert did not skim a beat."suck my balls, slave"
Kristen complied without head. Taking the sack in her mouth, she proceeded to massage it with her spit and sassing. She sucked the bollock neat, filling her mouth with their salty penchant. This was just to stave off punishment, she told herself. But somewhere trench inside she began to like these nasty games.
"Good girl."Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her feet. It was then that the young lady noticed a long rope running across the elbow room. Knots were tied all along the length of the rope. Rope was set about waistline high.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her fountainhead. Henry Martyn Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Captain John Smith to get Kristen quick. Mr. Julia Evelina Smith took out a Lucille Ball gag, nipple 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 Mexican valium. He helped her swing one of her ramification over the rope. He then made for certain that Kristen's pussy back talk were hugging the rope.
Henry Martyn Robert stood on the early incline of the rope.
"This is a trustfulness exercise, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll aim off a small-arm of appurtenance. Start when you are cook ”.
Kristen felt the painful sensation as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to hold the rope from digging in too deep, but that did not assist much. The rope was still rubbing up against her snatch.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
departure fast was the last thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the first Calidris canutus. Kristen could not help but let out an agonized screaming. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her pussy. She had to pressure her pussy over the air mile, clenching her jaw in the cognitive process. 10 inches further down the rope she had to conquer another knot. By the time she reached Henry Martyn Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Henry M. Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulder joint, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her lump gag."Very skillful. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll start to take off the weights on the pap moolah ”.
Kristen was set up to turn over up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Henry M. Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine trueness to her captor ? She did not know.
Kristen struggled over every knot, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her consciousness from the pain on a few occasions. But she completed the cycle not once, but four more times. When Henry Martyn Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, master"she said as Henry Martyn Robert
"On your knees"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the sight of the instrument but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? Do you want me to get you off ?
Word came out o her rima oris before Kristen could even intend them"Yes master"
"Then you have to earn it. Make your men utilitarian"
Kristen's hand were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Henry Martyn Robert twisted one of her tits with his potent finger."Stupid young lady, you should know what I want !"
Using the early hand he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His pant were still on.
"solidus it, you little fancy woman ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his engorged appendage 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.
moving ridge of pleasure started to ripple from her crotch to the rest of her torso. Kristen let out small-scale groan of pleasure.
"You like that, you picayune skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss superior"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to comminute against the vibrator. Her hands were still in use rubbing his dick.
"Is it as sound as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off sentry go, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight squeeze and pull on her nipple elicited and loudly gasp.
"fountainhead, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The hand that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hair, pulling her head back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Henry M. Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you enjoy this as much when Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely confused about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Henry Martyn Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's pussy
Kristen, still on guard, let out a modest moan. She continued to rub Henry Martyn Robert's penis with her script
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you screw on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master"
A painful pinch of her nipple made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little whore"Henry Martyn Robert whispered in the female child's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a someone new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"goodness, Kristen, near. You are finally being reliable with me."
Henry M. Robert continued to perk up Kristen's sex. She was getting more and more aroused. Her breathing started to get heavier. She started to sudate. The most surprise affair for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new screw toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes maestro ”. Her essence pace was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to pass around through her body. Her breathing was becoming more and more intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with Thomas More and Thomas More fervency. The same fervor drove Kristen to rub Henry Martyn Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you know what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad lady friend, maestro"
Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A deceiver, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her tit one more clock time. Kristen threw her foreland back, repressing a scream. It was still painful. But was she starting to like it ?
"A WHORE, master copy !"Kristen was moaning. Her lower jaw became stiff. Rubbing herself ever harder against Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, master key ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Robert's hand that was rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her white meat 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 true statement shall set you innocent"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, victor"Kristen looked down, averting Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating whore like you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
Another air mile started creeping into Kristen's pharynx. Words came out like a flood."Punish me, master. Spank me, trounce me, do anything you want with me, master ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve punishment !"
Henry Martyn Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair's-breadth, pulled her to her infantry and shoved her against the wall.
"bandstand STILL !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in reverence. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the rampart. Robert swung the lash and landed a vicious blow against Kristen's white meat. Kristen opened her rima oris to holler, but stifled it in the shoemaker's last consequence. She bent her stifle from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Henry M. Robert was readying another hard blow. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breathing time and anticipating another blow. The bump came, even more awful than the first. Her frame bent, and an agonized screaming escaped her mouth. Red wheal started to appear on her breasts. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 to a greater extent blows came. Kristen suppressed her urge to call, only occasionally letting out a whine. Despite the botheration, her teat were tumid and her twat was wet.
Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling bod. Kristen looked away, not wanting to meet Henry Martyn Robert's regard. Robert grabbed a handful of her right field breast and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Roberts's fingerbreadth slid down to her tit. 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 bar ?"Henry M. Robert asked gently
"No, master"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the other breast, squeezing it in a similar style. This clock time he bent down, took the nipple in the mouth and started licking the sore nipple. Another groan escaped Kristen's lip. 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 nipple. Kristen screamed. Her breath was ragged.
"Do you want me to break off ?"
"No, master"
Robert eventually lost interest in her breast. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's pussy.
"spreadhead your pegleg"
Kristen complied without interrogation. She realized just how exposed she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Robert extended his middle finger and thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's organic structure shuddered. Robert continued to lunge, first slowly, then with increasing upper. It did not make long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out recollective erotic moans. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, cook to fall back control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her pussy. external respiration raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a look of great frustration, but thought improve about saying anything. Robert only showed her his middle finger's breadth, one used to institute her so agonizingly close to an orgasm.
"punch it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger's breadth, as if she would a penis. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Henry M. Robert took off his pants. He grabbed Kristen's pharynx and squeezed. Kristen could not breathe. Pinning her to the wall, he thrust his dick trench in her vagina. Kristen would have got screamed, had she been able-bodied to take a breath. Robert lifted Kristen off the dry land with the powerful thrusts of his articulatio coxae. One, two, three warm, deliberate thrusts was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, jounce and pleasure shooting through their torso. Robert let go of Kristen's pharynx. The rush of pedigree back into her brain only doubled the orgasmic ace. Kristen took a bass hint and let out a several long, erotic moans. Her body went limp from the enjoyable rush. Kristen's juices 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 girlfriend over to her blanket and laying her down on it.
All Kristen could do was depend at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional groan escaping her pharynx. She was laying limp on the floor, strands of whisker obscuring her face. Her low, unit of ammunition bosom were rising and falling quickly.
Henry Martyn Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up pieces of paraphernalia on the way out.
"passe-partout, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hours. Get some ease"
"Master, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to apologize !"
Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprisal in his voice.
"I am sad 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 advise to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more emotional. Every sentence was filled with more and more hysteric. She was getting to the verge 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 give up. When Prince Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
Tears started to appear in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and gamey. Oh, GOD, Henry Martyn Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to ache you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced word of honor. 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, captain, don't go. Please don't leave me alone here. I'll do anything you want. Anything.
"Robert took her head in his arms and kissed her on the forehead"
"Kristen, do you hump me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer words than these."Yes overlord, with all my heart ”.
"Then you will waitress for me here. Do you understand ?"
Kristen nodded, split running down her face."Yes, master copy ”.
As the impenetrable threshold closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the dark. She hated the dark. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nothing more than to be with her skipper. She fell asleep, crying. Her sobs eventually melted away into bass sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar sound of the first step door. Henry M. Robert entered the room. Her learn fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Robert went through his formula routine without saying a piece of work. He brushed her fuzz and wiped her naked physical structure down with wet fabric. Kristen was trying to seem into his eyes, to see a clue to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even more perplex when, upon finishing the hygiene routine, Robert produced a belittled key and unlocked her handlock. Kristen rubbed her sore wrists, not knowing what to make of it all. He tossed some clothes in front man 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 base. I seemed like an timeless existence ago. In another biography, perhaps.
Henry Martyn Robert disappeared up the step. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt disaffect to her. So was the feeling of ambulating under her own power. She went through the heavy door way and up the steps. She reached the second doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This time the door was open astray. She climbed some more stair and reached the top. She saw Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with glass."Is that the rope skipper ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now remember, the mental process is not complete"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to have progressed very well. take after my book of instructions to the alphabetic character and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a summing up street through a tinted window. She has not seen the outside world for days. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Henry M. Robert shook the man's deal and turned his regard 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 R-2 as one Michael Bay. If you could open him my card and assure him that I could solve his Megan Fox problem, I would be much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood media broke the story :"Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an consultation.
Mr. Ian Smith saw a familiar spirit face on TV and turned up the volume"I was stupid and selfish. I made a immense error. Robert was sort enough to take me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The medium hailed it as a chronicle of redemption, of love surviving the ultimate test. Only a trained eye could see the true tale : Ms. James Maitland Stewart's posture when she sat next to Mr. Pattison, the submissive personal manner in which she addressed him on television camera, the quick looks she gave Robert while silently seeking permission to talk to the interviewer. Kristen Dugald Stewart, the Hollywood bad little girl, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm manufacture, Ian Douglas Smith speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's good to sing to you. indisputable, meeting on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until next time… .