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

Disclaimer : This is fable, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. This tarradiddle does not urge fury against women. If you have any suggestions for this or any early futurity story, please email me. Don't forget to spay and neuter your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Henry M. Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's social occasion caught him by surprise. What resulted was a motley of grief and anger. And despite his best endeavor to patch up, the feelings were not going away.
When a friend of a admirer suggested a sure place that"fix these relationship problem ”, Robert was disbelieving. The business placard said"Stockholm industry"and listed a act. The friend did not apply much more point or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the headphone. The all thing was very secretive."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a flavour ”.
The post on the patronage card was located on the far fringe of east Los Angeles. No preindication was posted above or in battlefront of the door, just an part routine. The inside the office Henry Martyn Robert found 4 vacuous gabardine paries, simpleton desk and chairs. There was another door on the opponent side of the office staff. The occupier of the desk was a plain looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading glasses and expanding waistline gave an impression of a life history office worker.
"Mr. Pattison, occur in please ”.
Pattison took a seat.
"You may call me Mr. David Smith. First thing first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger routine, the religious service that we offer are very exclusive. You need not only money, but the right connections, which you obviously do. We are close for a intellect. The legality of our services is questionable. But we are very good at what we do, and cypher ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Henry Martyn Robert replied"I still don't understand how you can help me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. David Roland Smith leaned forward"You are a public flesh, Mr. Pattison. Your Holocene breakup with Ms. Kristen Stewart is public knowledge. Ms. James Maitland Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to locomote on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is deportment modification. If you choose to employ our avail, I can vouch that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your kinship, but Ms. Dugald Stewart well be a lot more agreeable and pleasing to you. There will be no more fights or disagreements. Ms. James Maitland Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will present to your every desire and will stay reliable to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a compounding of proficiency, including thraldom, S & M and psychological preparation. What I can insure is 100 % achiever rate and that nobody is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the stop of no getting even. If you agree to use our services, I will give you ALL the point. If you choose not to use our table service, this conversation is over. You will never hear from us again. If you contact the police force or the media, they will find nothing but a legitimatize insurance means. We are in effect at what we do and we have never had job. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your reply"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"enjoin me More ”.
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The news frenzy that came after her function was revealed caused Kristen James Maitland Stewart to cancel several spiritualist appearances. She did not feel like answering any questions about the occasion or the breakup. In fact she did not feel like doing anything for the remainder of the calendar week. She made the birdsong to cancel her engagement and dismissed the staff of her manse. The merely matter she would be doing for the next 7 days is fucking Rupert electric 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 move on.
After putting on her favorite top, skinny jeans and brushing her longsighted reddish brown pilus, Kristen made her way toward her chamber room access. A marvellous stranger waited for her in the door. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom rampart. A knife was pressed to her slender neck opening."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot legato"said the disguised interloper. Kristen was frozen in veneration. The stranger put away the tongue and quickly whirl Kristen around, pinning her human face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her wrists behind her"Go ahead and screeching, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her work force tightly secured, Kristen was shoved side up on top of her bed. The interloper took out more forget me drug and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! necessitate 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 rape me !"
Still wearing a grin on his masked facial expression, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nose and mouth, all while pinning her slender bound class to the bed.
The futile but sexy struggles continued for just a few minutes. Her eye rolled to the back of her head. Her lids closed and her body went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun part"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the little terror's cell phone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her man was grim and cold. The bag was still over her head. She was laying face down on the floor, her bare nipple pressed against the frigidity concrete. Her legs were destitute, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to displace her head and roll on her back, pain shot through her spine and coat of arms. She tried to wiggle her fingers and realized they were touching eminent up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and suspire faster. She then realized something big and beat was stuck in her back talk.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to hear voices in the elbow room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will miss her for days"said the other, unfamiliar voice
"thoroughly, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A duo of warm men grabbed her by the arms and set her upright, sitting on her knees. The bag was pulled off her head word and Kristen was blinded by the bright lights.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Dugald Stewart. I know you have a lot of head, but given your quandary, you are not in the position to ask. If we feel generous, we will suffice those motion in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a ball gag in her mouth.
"First things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a reverse gear prayer position. It is designed to not only be painful but to also limit your movement considerably. So try not to shin if you want to avoid unnecessary 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 drool, mostly for abasement design. Feel unloosen to shout out all you like. nonentity outside these walls can get word you."
By now Kristen's oculus had adjusted to the sparkle. In strawman of her stood a man in a ski masque and a short whip in his hand. The alien's voice belonged to him. The sight of him, his clothes and the whip sent shivers down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and edge. circle were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the other man. He was slowly circling around the room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"Henry Martyn Robert ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her judgment. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a Edgar Guest,"continued the disguised stranger,"there are regulation you have to stick to, break them and risk punishment. regulation 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the speaker. She was looking instead at Henry M. Robert. Her head 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 construction didn't change. The sound of the whip slicing through the air got her attending. The talker was standing right in front line of her."Do you realise the mansion linguistic rule"
A look of helpless confusion was all Kristen could oversee
The masked man grabbed the bound girl by the chin and loosened the strap on the egg gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few irregular to spit out the gag out.
"Do you understand the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? ROBERT WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The masked man shoved the ball gag back into her sassing, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more fourth dimension, do you translate the regulation ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You honorable let me go. people will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The disguised man shoved the ball gag back into the girl mouth, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. Jimmy Stewart. Let's acquit some thing up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a week. You were sort enough to scrub all of your engagement for the side by side 7 daylight, 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 instruction on your twitter Page announcing the termination of your relationship and a very dear apology to his family and your fans. In shortly, nobody will be looking for you for a while. At this prison term you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the mansion regulation, it is absolved you did not try 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 sea captain. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turn and used befoul language ”. The disguise man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgression did you reckoning, 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 probability to object, her head was forced down on the ground. She was still on her knees. With her hands tied and her laughingstock straight up in the air, the young woman was the very definition of vulnerability. The first thrash came without warning. The infliction across her butt brass was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonized and protract scream.
The shock was quickly followed by fearfulness and an impend intuitive feeling of doom.
The second ten-strike of the party whip was as shocking as the foremost. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the sum of money of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The third rap of the lash sent an Echo across the humble way. The pain similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her spine and throughout the relief of her contorted 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 affright that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the pain. Whatever the reasonableness, Kristen was in split and sobbing uncontrollably by the sentence the party whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th sentence. fourth dimension seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the trading floor with no strength 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 harbinger through her lump gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a tranquility response from behind her. This was the firstly metre that Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in front of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting locating
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my trust ! You have caused me incredible infliction ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Robert. This was the maiden time she has seen such rage.
The way was once again silent. Only two strait filled the storage room were the small whimper and son of a bitch 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 exclusively warning before she felt Roberts phallus driving force inside her. Kristen let out a brusque yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a whore"Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's pilus again. Kristen's back was arched in a atrocious mode. The web of roach that surrounded her body and kept her mitt in a reverse gear appeal status only made it worse. Robert gave his hips one powerful driving force. botheration nip through Kristen's scalp, down her spinal column and through her arms. Kristen's let out a croaky scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know goose egg of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's sentences was punctuated by a strong pelvic thrusting. Each thrust brought on more screams. The screams seemed to feed Robert's lust. The thrusting became more steady and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in bother. The agonized screech were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to trouble alone. She was helpless. The feeling of desperation filled her with panic. She was once again bawling. Her clump gag prevented her from swallowing. As a resolution she was drooling uncontrollably. In short, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; foreplay. As Robert continued to lie with her, she felt her loins clotheshorse."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in agony. Not only was she bound, helpless and abused, but now her own body started to deceive her.
Each thrust sent a waving through Kristen's organic structure. Whether it was one of pain or pleasure, the pitiable girlfriend could no longer narrate. The ardent sense impression spreadhead from her pubes to the rest of her body. Her brain was racing, her mess 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 final thrust, grunted and released his load inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily falling off over on top of her bound var.. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her body was still in agony. The pain was slowly attenuation and so was the feeling of arousal. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Robert pulled on his gasp and started to walk out of the room.
"make sure as shooting she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the doorway. The dissemble man took out more Mexican valium. One end of the roofy was passed through the loop on the roof and attached to a pulley block on the face of the bulwark. The masked man used the other end to tie yet another gnarl behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's saltation form. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the floor. As the ropes pulled her higher, she once again felt the hurting in her broken back and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her invertebrate foot, but her capturer continued to pull up on the rope. Soon Kristen was forced to stand on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the rope, Kristen could barely touch the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her back, sleeve and shoulder was excruciating.
"Try not to motivate, Ms. Dugald Stewart"said the block out man,"movement will only make the nuisance unfit"
The man walked out of the way. The lights went off. The heavy metallic element threshold clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with nada but her annoyance to keep her company. The whimper and sobs filled the empty quad.
"I don't want her detriment permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor lizard. The screenland showed Kristen Jimmy Stewart hanging in the air. Her ventilation was panicked. Her eubstance distort. Her center portrayed consummate agony.
"This is not the first time I have done this"rebuked Mr. Julia Evelina Smith"I am not in the business of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. Dugald Stewart will still be able to operate in her normal surround. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red carpet. She will do all the things she has done before. The only if affair that will modify will be her psychological science ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the process and I need you to do exactly as I say. capital of Sweden syndrome is quite easily to contribute on if you know the proper buttons to push. Ms. Stewart has to become slavish to you. She has to be dependent on you. You need to hold this kinship strictly about reinforcement and punishments. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terms. This is simple-minded mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to read to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. lend her food in about an minute. constitute her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her mind was completely concentrated on the painful sensation. She was fighting to proceed her consciousness. The pain sensation was overwhelming. She was beginning to lose her battle.
The sleeping room door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The rage in his eyes was gone.
He put the two plates he brought with him on the floor and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted body was lowered to the ground. Her legs could not prevail her weight and collapsed under her. Henry Martyn Robert untied the knot responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please stay silent."
The ball was removed. Her jaw ached, her back talk was parched. Robert offered her a chalk of H2O and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be hungry"said Henry Martyn Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. accuracy was, she was very hungry. Her breakfast was small and she had nothing to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just words, Kristen. Actions speak louder. Show me just how thankful you are"replied Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Robert unzipped his knickers and let his engorged phallus surrender out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's centre bulged at the sight of his member. She has never performed a blowjob. The very view of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stutter and shake her head
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the cheek startled and shook Kristen. The girl's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful bitch !"Yelled Henry M. Robert. He shoved the nut 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 nighttime. She was no longer suspended above the floor. As long as she did not struggle against her bonds, she did not feel the pain. But without the pain, her other senses were once again working. Within 10 proceedings the sensation of hunger was unbearable. She could crawl right adjacent to the food arena, but het gag did not let her chew or take back. The olfactory perception filled her anterior naris and made the champion even more acute. This was a different kind of torture.
The time of day seemed almost like an timeless existence. The door opened once again. Robert entered the way and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you ready to express your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her head desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his time undoing the chunk gag."Beg for it"demanded Henry Martyn Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another slap across the look shut Kristen up.
"You will call me professional, and you will beg me to tolerate you to blow me !"Yelled Henry Martyn Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"good, now be a skillful harlot and beg"
A Calidris canutus started to take form in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your putz ?"
Henry M. Robert unzipped his pants and let his shaft hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this repast, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her stifle toward the waiting Henry Martyn Robert. She kept her middle on the now bulging member, hesitant to get close to it. The thought of putting that thing in her backtalk was almost vomit inducing.
"Perhaps you would like wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head toward the penis, hesitating just a footling before taking it in her oral cavity. She encircled the shaft with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Henry M. Robert rolled his oculus."Don't waste material my meter, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a footling more pressure sensation with her lips and licked the rear end of the penis with the tip of her tongue. She wanted nothing to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the inside of her mouth.
Robert lost longanimity and grabbed the back of Kristen's scalp, shoving her brain forward and forcing his dick abstruse inside Kristen's pharynx. Kristen gave a panicked yelping, then started to shin against Henry Martyn Robert's hold.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will whip you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took attention to keep her jaw opened. But she could not aid but skin against Henry Martyn Robert's clutch. His dick was moving in and out of her throat, making it hard to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her battle only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His thrust increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was centre on her ventilation, which became harder and harder.
Henry M. Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his orgasm. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Robert's hot seminal fluid. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could wait into her eye. The sperm was starting to drop out of her sass.
"Swallow it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to throw up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare spit it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the urge to confound up. It took several More swallows. While she managed to keep it down, she could not fake the expression of disgust that washed over her face. That expression seemed to give Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her whisker."I guess you earned that repast. Eat up."He kicked the silver bowl of food in front of her.
He started to take the air out of the room.
"Master…. can you please untie my arms"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the bitch that you are. Do you understand that ?"
Kristen knew better than to reason with him.
The Heavy door 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 doggie stadium was yet another humiliation, but one that she was bequeath to live with. She shoved her sassing deep in to the bowlful. By the time she was done, the bowl was licked white. So was the base where the stray bite of food fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side of meat. The concrete floor was difficult and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even tears were no retentive an selection. She curled herself in the fetal position. Her teeth chattered and her body shook from the cold. Eventually enervation won over and she passed out.
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When the auditory sensation of the doorway possibility and the promising lights woke her, she did not be intimate where she was. She was hoping that the repulsion of the Nox before were just a bad pipe dream. When she managed to open her eyes, she fell into desperation once again.
Her consistence ached all over. Her butt cheeks still stung rom the whipping. Her pussy felt sore from the rapine. She could barely feel her hands.
Robert and the masked man entered the room.
"Mr. Kate Smith is going to untie you, but only if you promise to behave yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to speak, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her hear instead. Mr. Captain John Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the mile. Robert approached the girl with a feeding bottle of water and some wet wipes.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water system, Robert started cleaning her face with the wipes. Kristen was a mess. Her haircloth was disheveled, dried snag, spit and turn of food covered her face.
Henry M. Robert was very gentle with her. This was not the Saami 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 farseeing, crimson brown hair,"You are a natural beauty. You should not cover your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other shoe to drop cloth. She tried to look tranquilize, but her judgment was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her attachment. Kristen was capable to move her hands for the first time in many hours. She gasped as pain shot through her arms. It would get a piece to regain their full mobility.
Mr. Smith turned away from her, putting the rophy away in his bag. Soon after, Robert turned away as well, walking over to the garbage and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely detached. Moreover, the sonorous door was open up and unobstructed. The whole process took only a few bit, but Kristen decided to make a run for it.
Her legs were sore and afflictive. Her sentience of balance was off and she was still exhausted from last night's trial by ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the room access. She stumbled several times before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the steps. 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 threshold. She pulled on the handgrip, but the doorway would not throw. She pounded on the door, she screamed for help, but nothing helped. Whatever strength carried her up the stairs was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the room access 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 step coming from below. The footstep were deliberate, missing urgency or affright. Eventually she saw Henry Martyn Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, loudness hidden in that calm voice.
"Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you enjoy lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you take a firm stand on betraying me at every turn ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a smattering of Kristen's tomentum and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to conduct and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to trust you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stair by her scalp. Kristen continued to die on her own sobs, grabbing at the bulwark to keep her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing whore. I extended you a little benignity, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to trust you ever again ?"
When they reached the bedroom, Henry Martyn Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable sobs
"Christian Bible, Kristen, just words ! Your action speak otherwise !"bickering out Robert.
He then addressed to the masked man ;"Mr. Kate Smith, the whore has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Captain John Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrists, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrist together then did the Lapp to her elbows. He then tied a longsighted slice of roofy to Kristen's wrists and hooked the other end on the ceiling pulley block. He pulled the roofy tight enough to raise the miss's wrists as senior high school as her berm, but allowed Kristen to keep to place upright up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 ft retentive metal terminal with straps attached to each end. The Pole was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's legs spread. The ring gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Henry Martyn Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the chin."You have nobody to charge but yourself ”. Whip in hand, he took a swing at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonized scream. A big red weal started to appear across her abdominal cavity. Another swing of the whip, another brassy screech, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to snag. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 party whip across the abdomen, Henry Martyn Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her back. More screams followed.
"The number 1 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in battlefront of Kristen once more. His next jive was aimed squarely at her chest. The bother was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The succeeding 10 are for trying to escape ”. The whiplash continued to desolate Kristen's bosom, especially her now ultra-sensitive mamilla. By the fourth dimension the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in utter hysterics.
"Now, for the fun part"said Henry M. Robert
With that he took out two clamp. He attached weightiness to them. Each exercising weight was the size of a golf egg and librate thrice as much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's pap to stimulate them. Kristen let out a tacky squeals. When the mamilla clinch were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moans grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"actions have issue ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girl. A straightaway unzipping sound and she was skewered by Robert's penis.
His jabbing were inadequate and warm. The waves of delight pulsed from her pussy to the rest of her body. Meanwhile the penetrating pain from the mamilla clamps radiated through her chest of drawers. The potpourri of hurting and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her organic structure reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not read how she was getting off from rape, but it was the reality. The poor girl tried to stamp down the climax but goose egg worked. Her breaths became frequent and shallow. Her body started to go into turmoil. Sweat rolled down her spring limbs.
She was nearing release and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her head. nada worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic wow. Soon after she heard Robert's pleasurable scream. For a while the room was filled with sounds of heavy respiration. Then Henry Martyn Robert stood in front of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juices and sperm cell.
"meter to scavenge it off"he said before sticking his shaft in her mouth. The ring gag made it inconceivable to move her jaw and hard to swallow.
"Lick it off, cunt"Henry M. Robert said as he inserted his phallus deeper into her back talk. Kristen did her best to lick it, but the sludge just stayed in her back talk.
It took half an hour to figure out it off completely. Henry M. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's face. A sadistic look washed over his aspect.
"Now, lets talk about that coming. You did throw one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her fountainhead.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to have one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her headland, her physical structure starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not shit, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Robert walked around Kristen's bound form. Whipped her 5 prison term, 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 while and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to elapse out or go down asleep. You will splay your shoulders if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the room. The wakeless door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the night. She hated the dark. There was nothing but pain in the iniquity. The nipple clamps still tugged at her sore nipples. The ring gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the taste of her own vaginal juice in her mouth. She did not need to be this way anymore. She did not want to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Robert again.


She had no idea how long it took for Robert to come back. When he did, he brought food and weewee with him.
"have you learned your example, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her head affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her head no.
"That's my daughter"said Robert, petting her on the backrest of her head and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the anchor ring gag. Kristen managed to solve her dried lips. He untied her radiocarpal joint from the ceiling roofy and undid the straps separating her ankle joint. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry lips.
She did not want any reminder to know what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please suck your shaft"
Robert smiled and took off his pants. Kristen knew what to do. She took his wind cone in her lip like an ice ointment cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her backtalk. She swallowed it as far as her throat would allow.
When she felt the putz start to pulse, she redoubled her efforts. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Robert's shaft clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was imprint.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a cover.
"This is for being a good girl. Now, Eat. We have a long day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plateful clean. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrists and shoulders were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would induce been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to resist. She has given up trying to fight back. about of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering igniter woke Kristen up. Her dead body ached all over. Her labia, her butt cheeks and her knocker all stung from the day before. Still, her warmheartedness fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the elbow room. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of fear or true affection, she did not be intimate. Much like her reaction to pleasure and pain in the last 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Henry M. Robert started to clean her nerve and brush her hair while Mr. John Smith untied her wrist and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your pecker now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Robert. His tone was calm down and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it rightful ? Did she stand for it ? Kristen was not sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to leaven it, wouldn't you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
"Yes, Master"
"I will do affair to you today, Some of them terrible. 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 victor"She did not know what to consider anymore.
Robert took out a pair of handcuff and secured Kristen's hands behind her vertebral column."trade good, now, take up my cock."
Kristen did not ask 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 natural language licked and caressed every inch of that penis. She sucked up the pre ejaculate juice. When the 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 ?"
Henry M. Robert did not jump a musical rhythm."sucking my egg, slave"
Kristen complied without question. Taking the pouch in her rima oris, she proceeded to knead it with her tongue and lips. She sucked the orchis clean, filling her mouth with their salty taste. This was just to avoid penalisation, she told herself. But somewhere cryptical inside she began to like these cruddy games.
"goodness girl."Henry Martyn Robert decided this was decent pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her feet. It was then that the girl noticed a prospicient rope running across the room. mile were tied all along the length of the rope. Rope was set about waist in high spirits.
"Now, love, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her head. Henry Martyn Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Smith took out a clump gag, nipple clamps and 2 bent of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's nipples. He then directed Kristen toward the rope. He helped her swing one of her stage over the rope. He then made sure that Kristen's slit backtalk were hugging the rope.
Henry M. Robert stood on the other incline of the rope.
"This is a trust exercise, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll charter off a piece of paraphernalia. Start when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to keep the rope from digging in too late, but that did not aid much. The rope was still rubbing up against her pussy.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
Going fast was the last thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the initiatory air mile. Kristen could not help but let out an agonised scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the roach was digging in to her pussy. She had to wedge her pussy over the knot, clenching her jaw in the process. 10 inch further down the rope she had to conquer another gnarl. By the clock time she reached Robert, Kristen was set to cry.
Henry M. Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her on the brow and taking off her nut gag."Very good. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll start to guide off the weights on the tit moolah ”.
Kristen was ready to give up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine loyalty to her captor ? She did not cognise.
Kristen struggled over every naut mi, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her cognizance from the pain on a few occasions. But she completed the cycle not once, but four Sir Thomas More multiplication. When Henry M. Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried teardrop of joy.
"Thank you, master"she said as Henry M. Robert
"On your knee joint"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the visual sense of the instrument but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? 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. Make your mitt useful"
Kristen's custody were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Robert twisted one of her tits with his strong digit."poor fish girl, you should lie with what I want !"
Using the other hand he directed Kristen's limit hands toward his bulging penis. His pant were still on.
"cerebrovascular accident it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his engorged member underneath his drawers
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reward. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussy, shoved it in and turned it on.
Waves of pleasure started to cockle from her private parts to the eternal sleep of her body. Kristen let out small groan of pleasure.
"You like that, you short skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to comminute against the vibrator. Her hands were still busy rubbing his dick.
"Is it as dear as when Prince Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off guard duty, Kristen stiffened. The detrition stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight hug and pull on her nipple elicited and loud gasp.
"fountainhead, was it, you little whore ?"Henry Martyn Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The deal that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's tomentum, pulling her fountainhead back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Henry M. Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you relish this as much when Rupert did this ?"Henry M. Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely flurry about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's pussy
Kristen, still on guard, let out a small moan. She continued to rub Robert's phallus with her hands
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cheat on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know victor"
A painful pinch of her mammilla made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little whore"Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a individual new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"goodness, Kristen, good. You are finally being honest with me."
Robert continued to stimulate Kristen's sex. She was getting Thomas More and Sir Thomas More aroused. Her respiration started to get laborious. She started to sweat. The most surprising thing for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new fuck toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes master ”. Her mettle charge per unit was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to spread through her body. Her breathing was becoming more and more intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More fervor. The Lapp fervor drove Kristen to rub Henry M. Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you know what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad lady friend, passe-partout"
Robert Twisted her pap. Kristen moaned
"You are bright than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A trickster, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her pap one more than clock time. Kristen threw her head teacher back, repressing a sidesplitter. It was still terrible. But was she starting to care it ?
"A WHORE, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her lower jaw became stiff. Rubbing herself ever harder against Henry M. 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 helping hand that was rubbing her knocker and pinching her nipples. Henry M. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breasts were rising up and down dramatically. A look of surprisal, frustration and dashing hopes washed over her nerve."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you free"said Henry M. 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 cyprian like you ?"Henry M. Robert continued
Another knot started creeping into Kristen's pharynx. word of honor came out like a flood."Punish me, master key. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, master ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve penalty !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair, pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the wall.
"sales booth STILL !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in veneration. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the wall. Henry Martyn Robert swung the whip and landed a savage C against Kristen's white meat. Kristen opened her mouthpiece to scream, but stifled it in the last moment. She bent her knees from the annoyance, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another hard blow. Kristen looked away and shut her eye, holding her breath and anticipating another bump. The blow came, even more painful than the initiative. Her border hang, and an agonized wow escaped her mouth. Red welts started to appear on her breasts. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more blows came. Kristen suppressed her itch to squall, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the pain, her mammilla were vertical and her pussycat was wet.
Henry M. Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her quivering conformation. Kristen looked away, not wanting to take on Henry Martyn Robert's regard. Robert grabbed a handful of her right on breast and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Roberts's fingerbreadth slid down to her tit. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the queer mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her breasts were sore from the flagellation. Her skin seemed like it was on fervour.
"Would you like me to block up ?"Robert asked gently
"No, professional"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Henry Martyn Robert grabbed the early bosom, squeezing it in a similar manner. This time he bent down, took the tit in the mouth and started licking the sore nipple. Another moan escaped Kristen's sassing. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not make the will to fight it. Henry Martyn Robert bit down on the nipple. Kristen screamed. Her breathing spell was ragged.
"Do you want me to stop ?"
"No, superior"
Robert eventually lost interestingness in her breasts. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in presence of Kristen's pussy.
"Spread your legs"
Kristen complied without question. She realized just how exposed she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Henry M. Robert extended his midriff finger and thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's organic structure shuddered. Henry M. Robert continued to push up, first slowly, then with increasing fastness. It did not get hold of long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long erotic moans. She breathed heavily from her oral fissure. She got up on her toes, cook to misplace control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Henry M. Robert quickly took his finger out of her pussycat. Breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a spirit of bang-up frustration, but thought better about saying anything. Robert only showed her his middle digit, one used to contribute her so agonizingly skinny to an orgasm.
"poke it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the digit, as if she would a penis. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Robert took off his gasp. 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 screamed, had she been able to take a breather. Henry M. Robert lifted Kristen off the ground with the powerful jab of his hips. One, two, three strong, turn over thrusts was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, shock and pleasure shooting through their physical structure. Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The bang of blood back into her psyche only doubled the orgasmic sentience. Kristen took a thick breather and let out a several long, erotic groan. Her body went limp from the enjoyable rush. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and second joint. It took her almost 30 second base to pop breathing normally. She was exhausted. Henry M. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the inadequate girl over to her blanket and laying her 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 limp on the floor, strands of hair obscuring her nerve. Her minor, lash out boob were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up piece of paraphernalia on the way out.
"Master, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hours. Get some residual"
"Master, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to apologize !"
Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprise in his voice.
"I am sorry I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so in effect to me. You were the perfect boyfriend. I just knew that you were going to offer to me…"
Henry Martyn Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more emotional. Every sentence was filled with Thomas 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 fondness. But I was scared that my spirit was ending. I wanted to be wild and free. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
Tears started to appear in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and gamey. Oh, GOD, Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to offend you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced Bible. 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 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 Holy Writ than these."Yes master, with all my spunk ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you infer ?"
Kristen nodded, tears running down her facial expression."Yes, master ”.
As the heavy doorway closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the dark. She hated the wickedness. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nothing more than to be with her master. She fell asleep, crying. Her sobs eventually melted away into thick sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar audio of the curtain raising door. Henry M. Robert entered the elbow room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a smiling.
Robert went through his normal bit without saying a body of work. He brushed her fuzz and wiped her naked physical structure down with wet fabric. Kristen was trying to look into his eyes, to find a clue to his temper. She found nothing.
She was even more perplexed when, upon finishing the hygiene number, Robert produced a small key and unlocked her handcuffs. Kristen rubbed her sore carpus, not knowing what to make of it all. He tossed some clothes in nominal head of her."Put these on and cope with me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the skinny jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her family. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another lifetime, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The wearing apparel felt alienate 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 instant door, one that kept her from escaping. This time the door was open wide. She climbed some more step and reached the top. She saw Henry M. Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with glasses."Is that the rope master key ?"she thought.
"I am almost done striver. Sit by me"Henry Martyn Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now call up, the process is not pure"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens all-night, but you seemed to have got progressed very well. watch my program line to the letter and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a rundown street through a tinted window. She has not seen the outdoor mankind for days. Already it seemed strange to her.
Robert shook the man's deal and turned his regard to Kristen.
"cum, slave. We have a lot to tattle about"
"Yes, maestro ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one shoemaker's last favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the Lapp band as one Michael Bay. If you could leave him my card and enjoin him that I could solve his Megan Fox problem, I would be much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood media broke the story :"Kristen Jimmy Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an audience.
Mr. Captain John Smith saw a familiar face on TV and turned up the volume"I was pudden-head and selfish. I made a Brobdingnagian mistake. Henry M. Robert was kind enough to take me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The mass medium hailed it as a story of redemption, of love life surviving the ultimate mental test. Only a trained eye could see the true history : Ms. Stewart's attitude when she sat adjacent to Mr. Pattison, the submissive way in which she addressed him on camera, the promptly looks she gave Robert while silently seeking permission to verbalise to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad girl, was completely dominated, subservient to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm Industries, Captain John Smith public speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's proficient to talk to you. Sure, group meeting on Wed will be just fine…"

Until next time… .