Celebrity flight simulator : Kristen Dugald Stewart
computer code : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,

disavowal : This is fabrication, it did NOT go on. phantasy is legal. This account does not recommend violence against woman. If you have any hint for this or any other future floor, please e-mail me. Don't forget to spay and neuter your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
storey :
Henry Martyn Robert Pattison was still recovering from the detachment. Kristen's affaire caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of grief and angriness. And despite his best efforts to reconcile, the feelings were not going away.
When a friend of a friend suggested a certain office that"locating these relationship problem ”, Robert was questioning. The business enterprise carte du jour said"Stockholm Industries"and listed a phone number. The acquaintance did not give much more point or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the phone. The whole affair was very secretive."Still ”, thought Henry M. Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The office on the job add-in was located on the far outskirts of E Los Angeles. No sign was posted above or in front of the door, just an function bit. The inside the agency Robert found 4 lacuna blanched rampart, bare desk and chairs. There was another door on the diametric face 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 depression of a career federal agency worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a seat.
"You may telephone me Mr. Adam Smith. First things first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and dagger routine, the services that we offer are very undivided. You need not only money, but the right connections, which you obviously do. We are closelipped for a reason. The legality of our armed service is questionable. But we are very good at what we do, and nobody ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Robert replied"I still don't understand how you can assist me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. Smith leaned forward"You are a public figure, Mr. Pattison. Your recent detachment with Ms. Kristen Dugald Stewart is public knowledge. Ms. James Maitland Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to be active on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is conduct limiting. If you choose to employ our service of process, I can ensure that not only will infidelity no longer be a worry in your relationship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more agreeable and pleasing to you. There will be no more battle or discrepancy. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will stay avowedly to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a compounding of proficiency, including bondage, S & M and psychological breeding. What I can guarantee is 100 % success rate and that nobody is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the point of no return. If you agree to use our services, I will give you ALL the inside information. If you choose not to use our services, this conversation is over. You will never get a line from us again. If you contact the constabulary or the media, they will find nothing but a licit indemnity means. We are trade good at what we do and we have never had job. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your answer"?
Pattison hesitated for only a import :"say me more ”.
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The news frenzy that came after her affair was revealed caused Kristen Stewart to scrub several mass medium appearance. She did not palpate like answering any dubiousness about the affaire or the breakup. In fact she did not finger like doing anything for the balance of the calendar week. She made the vociferation to cancel her appointments and dismissed the staff of her sign of the zodiac. The only thing she would be doing for the next 7 years is fucking Rupert Sanders, her new best-loved boy toy. Henry M. Robert was fun for a while, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Henry M. Robert needed to man up and motivate on.
After putting on her favorite top, penny-pinching jeans and brushing her farsighted cherry-red Robert Brown pilus, Kristen made her way toward her bedchamber door. A magniloquent stranger waited for her in the doorway. 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 interloper. Kristen was frozen in fear. The stranger put away the knife and quickly twirl Kristen around, pinning her grimace first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The trespasser chuckled while tying her articulatio radiocarpea behind her"Go ahead and scream, princess, there is nonentity here but us ”.
With her hands tightly secured, Kristen was shoved fount up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more rope and started tying her ankles.
"What do you require from me ? ? ? I have money ! make my wallet ”. Kristen started pleading
With her mortise joint secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into rip"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 eyes rolled to the cover of her nous. Her chapeau closed and her trunk went limp.
"well, there goes the fun part"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the brat's cell phone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her world was sour and frigidity. The bag was still over her caput. She was laying aspect down on the floor, her bare mammilla pressed against the cold concrete. Her legs were liberate, but her handwriting were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to affect her head and roll on her back, hurting injection through her spikelet and coat of arms. She tried to joggle her finger's breadth and realized they were touching higher up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and suspire faster. She then realized something big and circle was stuck in her mouth.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to hear vox in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will pretermit her for days"said the early, unfamiliar voice
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of strong hands grabbed her by the arms and set her upright, sitting on her knees. The bag was pulled off her head and Kristen was blinded by the shining lights.
"good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of questions, but given your predicament, you are not in the spatial relation to ask. If we feel generous, we will respond those motion in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could rally with a Lucille Ball gag in her mouth.
"start things first"Said the unknown"You are tied up in a turnaround prayer position. It is designed to not only be painful but to also specify your drive considerably. So try not to scramble if you want to nullify unneeded pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a musket ball gag. It is not designed to prevent you quiet, but rather to produce you drool, mostly for humiliation purposes. Feel relinquish to cry all you like. Nobody outside these walls can hear you."
By now Kristen's optic had adjusted to the igniter. In front of her stood a man in a ski mask and a short whip in his mitt. The Stranger's voice belonged to him. The batch of him, his apparel and the whip sent shudder down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and bound. Ropes were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the former man. He was slowly circling around the elbow room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"ROBERT ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her thinker. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a Edgar Albert Guest,"continued the masked alien,"there are rules you have to follow, break them and run a risk penalty. Rule 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the speaker unit. She was looking instead at Robert. Her head was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of anger and disarray. Robert's formula didn't change. The sound of the party whip slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in front of her."Do you empathise the sign of the zodiac normal"
A look of lost confusion was all Kristen could manage
The disguised man grabbed the bound girlfriend by the chin and loosened the shoulder strap on the Ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few seconds to spit the gag out.
"Do you translate the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? ROBERT WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The cloaked man shoved the ball gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more sentence, do you see the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU mother fucker ! ! ! You better let me go. multitude will be looking for me. Prince Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the musket ball gag back into the young woman mouth, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill accept that as a no, Ms. James Maitland Stewart. Let's clear some things up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at to the lowest degree a week. You were kind enough to offset all of your appointee for the next 7 daytime, so the medium 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 assertion on your twitter pageboy announcing the termination of your relationship and a very heartfelt apologia to his family and your buff. In short-circuit, nobody will be looking for you for a spell. At this fourth dimension you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the house prescript, it is illuminate you did not take heed them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. First rule is that you will address me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master key. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turn and used foul spoken language ”. The dissemble man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you enumeration, 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 luck to object, her headway was forced down on the priming. She was still on her knees. With her hands tied and her behind straight up in the air, the girl was the identical definition of exposure. The first thrash came without warning. The pain across her butt cheek was sudden and crisp. Kristen let out an agonized and extended scream.
The shock was quickly followed by fear and an close at hand flavor of doom.
The second strike of the whiplash was as shocking as the first. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the sum of money of painful sensation she was in was overwhelming.
The one-third smash of the whip sent an echo across the small way. The pain similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her spine and throughout the quietus of her writhed body. Kristen could not think or understand what was happening to her. Her pharynx became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer helplessness she was experiencing, or the panic that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the infliction. Whatever the reason, Kristen was in crying and sobbing uncontrollably by the metre the whip struck her defenceless ass for the 4th time. fourth dimension seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the floor with no potency or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whip for the 5th time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a calm response from behind her. This was the low gear time that Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Henry Martyn Robert sat in front of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting position
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my reliance ! You have caused me incredible annoyance ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Robert. This was the first fourth dimension she has seen such rage.
The elbow room was once again still. Only two sounds filled the entrepot room were the small whine and prick that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Henry M. Robert let go of Kristen's tomentum and walked behind her. Kristen heard his trouser being unzipped. This was her only admonition before she felt Roberts penis thrusting inside her. Kristen let out a inadequate yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a whore"Henry M. Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's hair again. Kristen's back was arched in a painful manner. The web of ropes that surrounded her body and kept her workforce in a reverse prayer position only made it worsened. Henry Martyn Robert gave his pelvic girdle one sinewy jab. painful sensation shooting through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her arms. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know zero of painfulness"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's conviction was punctuated by a strong pelvic thrust. Each drive brought on more riot. The screams seemed to feed Henry Martyn Robert's lustfulness. The thrusts became more regular and patronize. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain. The agonized screams were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to trouble alone. She was helpless. The feel of desperation filled her with affright. She was once again bawling. Her ball gag prevented her from swallowing. As a result she was drooling uncontrollably. In short circuit, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; arousal. As Robert continued to jazz 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 pervert, but now her own consistence started to betray her.
Each thrust sent a wave through Kristen's torso. Whether it was one of pain or pleasance, the poor people girl could no longer tell. The warm adept bed covering from her loins to the rest of her consistency. Her mind was racing, her sight became cloudy. She was doing everything to forestall the seemingly inevitable coming. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Henry Martyn Robert tensed up, gave one final knife thrust, grunted and released his load inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily falling off over on top of her bounds manakin. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her body was still in agony. The pain was slowly fading and so was the 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 elbow room.
"shuffle sure she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the doorway. The mask man took out more rope. One end of the roach was passed through the cringle on the ceiling and attached to a pulley on the side of meat of the paries. The masked man used the other end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's bound 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 pain in her low-toned spine and berm. Kristen struggled to her fundament, but her captor continued to attract up on the roofy. Soon Kristen was forced to bear on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her capturer finally stopped pulling up the rope, Kristen could barely touch the soil with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her spinal column, coat of arms and shoulders was excruciating.
"Try not to incite, Ms. Stewart"said the masked man,"movement will only spend a penny the pain worse"
The man walked out of the room. The lights went off. The heavy metal door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the darkness with nothing but her pain to keep her troupe. The whimpers and sobs filled the discharge space.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor lizard. The screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her body contorted. Her eyes portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the first time I have done this"rebuked Mr. Joseph Smith"I am not in the business of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. Jimmy Stewart will still be able to function in her pattern environment. She will still act, or at to the lowest degree try to. She will still walk the red carpet. She will do all the things she has done before. The lonesome thing that will change will be her psychology ”.
Henry Martyn Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the mental process and I need you to do exactly as I say. Stockholm syndrome is quite easy to bring on if you know the right button to push. Ms. Dugald Stewart has to go subservient to you. She has to be strung-out on you. You need to piss this relationship strictly about rewards and penalty. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terms. This is elementary genial conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to learn to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. wreak her food in about an 60 minutes. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not finger hunger. Her thinker was completely concentrated on the painful sensation. She was fighting to celebrate her cognisance. The pain in the ass was overwhelming. She was beginning to mislay her battle.
The sleeping accommodation threshold opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Henry Martyn Robert. The rage in his eyes was gone.
He put the two plates he brought with him on the level and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted body was lowered to the ground. Her legs could not hold her weight and crock up under her. Robert untied the knot responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some intellectual nourishment"He said calmly."I will use up off your gag. Please stay silent."
The chunk was removed. Her jaw ached, her back talk was parched. Henry Martyn Robert offered her a spyglass of piss and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be athirst"said Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Sojourner Truth 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 mouth louder. picture me just how grateful you are"replied Robert.
Kristen looked at him confuse. Henry M. Robert unzipped his gasp and let his engorged phallus decline out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's center bulged at the batch of his extremity. She has never performed a blowjob. The very thought of it disgusted her. Kristen started to falter and shake her head
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the boldness startled and shook Kristen. The girl's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You thankless bitch !"Yelled Henry Martyn Robert. He shoved the ball gag back into her back talk 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 storey. As long as she did not scramble against her bond paper, she did not palpate the pain in the neck. But without the painful sensation, her early senses were once again working. Within 10 minutes the sensation of hunger was intolerable. She could crawl flop next to the food arena, but het gag did not let her chew or swallow. The odour filled her nostrils and made the virtuoso even more acute. This was a unlike kind of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an eternity. The door opened once again. Henry Martyn Robert entered the way and looked at Kristen's bounce form.
"Are you ready to express your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her head desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his sentence undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Henry Martyn Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another slap across the aspect shut Kristen up.
"You will call me professional, and you will beg me to leave you to blow me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will flow you. Do you sympathise ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"Good, now be a good whore and beg"
A grayback started to form in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your cock ?"
Robert unzipped his gasp and let his dick hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her knees toward the waiting Robert. She kept her eyes on the now bulging member, hesitant to get close to it. The mentation of putting that thing in her back talk was almost regurgitate inducing.
"Perhaps you would like wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head toward the penis, hesitating just a little before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the ray of light with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Henry M. Robert rolled his eyes."Don't waste my prison term, whore. breastfeed it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a small more pressure with her lips and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her tongue. She wanted zilch to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the inside of her mouth.
Robert lost patience and grabbed the back of Kristen's scalp, shoving her head forward and forcing his dick deep inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a frightened yelp, then started to struggle against Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will welt you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took upkeep to keep her jaw opened. But she could not facilitate but struggle against Robert's bag. His dick was moving in and out of her pharynx, making it hard to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in adeptness.
All Kristen could do was center on her breathing, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his orgasm. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Robert's hot seed. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's mind so he could bet into her eyes. The spermatozoan was starting to drip out of her mouth.
"drink it"he demanded,"you will want 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 discombobulate up. It took respective more sup. While she managed to proceed 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 tomentum."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the silver pipe bowl of food in front of her.
He started to take the air out of the room.
"Master…. can you please untie my weapons system"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Henry M. Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the bitch that you are. Do you infer that ?"
Kristen knew well than to argue 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 human knee. Eating out of a doggie pipe bowl was yet another mortification, but one that she was uncoerced to live with. She shoved her mouth deep in to the sports stadium. By the fourth dimension she was done, the arena was licked clean. So was the floor where the swan minute of food fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side of meat. The concrete level was laborious and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even tears were no longer an choice. She curled herself in the fetal attitude. Her teeth chattered and her body shook from the cold. Eventually exhaustion won over and she passed out.
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When the phone of the threshold opening and the brilliant brightness woke her, she did not know where she was. She was hoping that the repugnance of the nighttime before were just a bad dream. When she managed to give her eyes, she fell into despair once again.
Her soundbox ached all over. Her butt impertinence still stung rom the flagellation. Her pussy felt sore from the rape. She could barely find her hands.
Robert and the dissemble man entered the room.
"Mr. Smith is going to undo 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. Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Henry M. Robert approached the girl with a bottle of piss and some wet wipe.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Robert started cleaning her face with the rub. Kristen was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, dried crying, saliva and chip of food covered her face.
Henry Martyn Robert was very gentle with her. This was not the Lapp man that raped her the night before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your peasant aspect, you know"he said casually, brushing her long, reddish brown hair,"You are a natural beauty. You should not hide your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She tried to attend simmer down, but her intellect was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Ian Smith undid her Bond. Kristen was able to act her bridge player for the number 1 time in many 60 minutes. She gasped as pain shot through her arms. It would shoot a patch to regain 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 drivel and checking his sound.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free. Moreover, the clayey room access was give and unobstructed. The altogether process took only a few seconds, but Kristen decided to make a run for it.
Her legs were sore and afflictive. Her sense of equilibrium was off and she was still exhausted from last night's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the door. She stumbled various times before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the stair. Her brain was racing. She was afraid to look back. She just kept on going. After climbing the stairs for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a threshold. She pulled on the handle, but the door would not give. She pounded on the threshold, she screamed for assist, but nothing helped. Whatever strength carried her up the stairs 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 proceedings later she heard the step coming from below. The footsteps were turn over, miss urgency or panic. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, volume hidden in that calm voice.
"Henry M. 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 hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to deport 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 choke on her own breathlessness, grabbing at the paries to hold back 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 trading floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable motherfucker
"Words, Kristen, just words ! Your natural action 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. Captain John Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrist joint, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrists together then did the like to her elbows. He then tied a farseeing piece of rope to Kristen's radiocarpal joint and hooked the early end on the roof pulley-block. He pulled the rope tight enough to raise the missy's wrist joint as high as her articulatio humeri, but allowed Kristen to continue to tolerate up straight.
Mr. David Smith then brought out a 3 foundation prospicient metal pole 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.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the Kuki."You have nobody to charge but yourself ”. whip in hand, he took a cut at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonized scream. A big red wheal started to appear across her abdomen. Another swing of the whip, another loud scream, another red weal. Kristen was quickly brought to tear. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whiplash across the abdomen, Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her back. to a greater extent screams followed.
"The start 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front man of Kristen once more. His adjacent swing was aimed squarely at her breasts. The pain was so vivid, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The side by side 10 are for trying to escape ”. The lash continued to lay waste to Kristen's tit, especially her now ultra-sensitive pap. By the time the 20th blast landed, Kristen was in utter hysterics.
"Now, for the fun part"said Robert
With that he took out two clamp. He attached weights to them. Each weight was the size of a golf game Ball and weighed thrice as much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to shake them. Kristen let out a flashy squeals. When the nipple clamp were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's groan grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"legal action have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girl. A quick unzipping sound and she was skewered by Henry Martyn Robert's penis.
His thrusts were short and quick. The waves of pleasure pulsed from her pussy to the rest of her body. Meanwhile the shrewd pain sensation from the nipple clinch radiated through her bureau. The mixing of hurting and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her body reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not understand how she was getting off from rape, but it was the reality. The pitiable girl tried to oppress the orgasm but cipher worked. Her breaths became shop and shoal. Her trunk started to go into convulsions. Sweat rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing handout and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her head. zero worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic scream. Soon after she heard Robert's pleasurable scream. For a while the room was filled with strait of heavy ventilation. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juice and sperm.
"time to make clean it off"he said before sticking his tool in her mouth. The hoop gag made it unimaginable to make a motion her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"Lick it off, Bitch"Robert said as he inserted his extremity deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her beneficial to lap up it, but the goo just stayed in her backtalk.
It took half an hr to lick it off completely. Henry Martyn Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's side. A sadistic smell washed over his face.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did have one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to have one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head teacher, her body starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not shit, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Robert walked around Kristen's bound inning. Whipped her 5 prison term, lashes coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breathing spell and tried not to scream.
"Now, you will support there for a while and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to take place out or lessen asleep. You will dislocate your shoulder joint if you do."said Henry Martyn Robert as he walked out of the room. The enceinte door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the iniquity. She hated the dark. There was nix but botheration in the dark. The tit clamps still tugged at her sore nipples. The anchor ring gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the appreciation of her own vaginal juices in her mouth. She did not want to be this way anymore. She did not want to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Henry Martyn Robert again.


She had no idea how long it took for Robert to make out back. When he did, he brought nutrient and water with him.
"wealthy person you learned your lesson, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her head affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her head teacher no.
"That's my young woman"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 lick her dried mouth. He untied her wrists from the cap circle and undid the shoulder strap separating her ankles. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry lips.
She did not need any reminders to know what to do next.
"Thank you… master copy. May I …please draw your cock"
Robert smiled and took off his pant. Kristen knew what to do. She took his sock in her mouth like an ice cream cone cell. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her sassing. She swallowed it as far as her throat would grant.
When she felt the dick showtime to pulse, she redoubled her feat. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Robert's light beam clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the stair and came down with a blanket.
"This is for being a dear girl. Now, Eat. We have a farseeing day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that crustal plate clean. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrist and berm 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 push. Most of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering visible light woke Kristen up. Her body ached all over. Her labia, her edge cheeks and her breasts all stung from the day before. Still, her pump fluttered when she saw Robert walkway into the room. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of fearfulness or genuine affection, she did not know. Much like her response to pleasure and anguish in the last 2 twenty-four hour period, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to scavenge her face and brush her hair while Mr. Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's reaction was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetheart"said Robert. His tone was calm and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master copy"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she have in mind it ? Kristen was not trusted what to think.
"And you would do anything to evidence it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, original"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them terrible. I want you to recognise 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 master key"She did not know what to conceive anymore.
Henry M. Robert took out a pair of handcuffs and secured Kristen's paw behind her cover."trade good, now, suck my cock."
Kristen did not ask to be told twice. She lunged at the extended and took it in her oral cavity. 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 come juice. When the Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her mouth.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you need me to do ?"
Henry Martyn Robert did not skip a beat."Suck my balls, slave"
Kristen complied without query. Taking the paper bag in her mouth, she proceeded to massage it with her tongue and sass. She sucked the clump clean, filling her mouth with their salty taste. This was just to avoid punishment, she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she began to like these nasty game.
"trade good girl."Henry M. Robert decided this was plenty pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her feet. It was then that the fille noticed a long rope running across the room. Knots were tied all along the distance of the roach. roach was set about waist high.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her point. Henry M. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Smith took out a ball gag, teat clamp and 2 sets of system of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weight unit to Kristen's nipple. He then directed Kristen toward the rope. He helped her swing one of her ramification over the rope. He then made sure that Kristen's puss lips were hugging the rope.
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 take off a piece of appurtenance. depart 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 deep, but that did not aid much. The Mexican valium was still rubbing up against her snatch.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to fire yourself"warned Robert.
exit fast was the last matter Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the kickoff grayback. Kristen could not help but let out an agonized shrieking. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rophy was digging in to her kitty. She had to force her kitty-cat over the knot, clenching her jaw in the outgrowth. 10 inches further down the rope she had to conquer another international nautical mile. By the time she reached Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulder, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her musket ball gag."Very undecomposed. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll commencement to assume off the weighting on the mammilla moolah ”.
Kristen was ready to pass up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Henry Martyn Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine dedication to her capturer ? She did not know.
Kristen struggled over every greyback, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her consciousness from the pain in the neck on a few occasions. But she completed the cycle not once, but four Thomas More times. When Robert finally took her off the roach, she cried snag of joy.
"Thank you, captain"she said as Robert
"On your stifle"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the sight of the official document but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? Do you want me to get you off ?
Christian Bible came out o her lip before Kristen could even imagine them"Yes skipper"
"Then you have to make it. establish your hired hand useful"
Kristen's hands were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Henry Martyn Robert twisted one of her pap with his strong fingers."Stupid girl, you should know what I want !"
Using the other hand he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His gasp were still on.
"Stroke it, you little bawd ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his engorged member underneath his gasp
"goooooood"he said"now you get a wages. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussy, shoved it in and turned it on.
Waves of pleasance started to ripple from her crotch to the rest of her body. Kristen let out small groan of pleasure.
"You like that, you little skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to grind against the vibrator. Her hands were still busy rubbing his dick.
"Is it as unspoiled as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off safeguard, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another slopped wring and pull on her mamilla elicited and loud gasp.
"fountainhead, was it, you little whore ?"Henry Martyn Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The hand that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hair, pulling her brain back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled 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."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's cunt
Kristen, still on guard, let out a small moan. She continued to rub Robert's penis with her manpower
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cheat on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master"
A painful pinch of her nipple made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little fancy woman"Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a someone new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"Good, Kristen, honest. You are finally being honest with me."
Henry M. Robert continued to stimulate Kristen's sex. She was getting more and More aroused. Her breathing started to get heavier. She started to sweat. The most surprise thing for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new fuck toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes professional ”. Her heart rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to spread through her consistence. Her external respiration was becoming more and more than intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more fire. The same fervor drove Kristen to rub Robert's member even harder.
"Do you eff what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, original"
Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her spike,"Try again"
"A cheater, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her mamilla one Thomas More time. Kristen threw her oral sex back, repressing a scream. It was still painful. 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, passe-partout ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Henry M. Robert's mitt that was rubbing her tit 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 flavour of surprise, thwarting and disappointment washed over her face."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the accuracy shall set you relieve"said Henry M. Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a cocotte, Kristen."
"Yes, master copy"Kristen looked down, averting Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating bawd like you ?"Robert continued
Another knot started creeping into Kristen's pharynx. Words came out like a flood."Punish me, victor. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, schoolmaster ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty woman of the street, I deserve penalisation !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her tomentum, pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the wall.
"STAND STILL !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fear. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the wall. Robert swung the whip and landed a vicious black eye against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her backtalk to scream, but stifled it in the net here and now. She bent her knees from the pain sensation, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another hard coke. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breathing place and anticipating another snow. The blow came, even more painful than the first. Her form bent, and an agonized belly laugh escaped her mouth. Red wheal started to appear on her breasts. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more black eye came. Kristen suppressed her urge to squall, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the painful sensation, her mamilla were erect and her cunt was wet.
Henry Martyn Robert threw down the whiplash and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling form. Kristen looked away, not wanting to satisfy Robert's gaze. Robert grabbed a handful of her correct boob and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Kenneth Roberts's finger slid down to her pap. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the exposed mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her chest were sore from the beating. Her skin seemed like it was on fire.
"Would you like me to stop ?"Henry Martyn Robert asked gently
"No, sea captain"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the other boob, squeezing it in a similar way. This metre he bent down, took the pap in the mouth and started licking the sore nipple. Another moan escaped Kristen's back talk. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not have the will to fight it. Henry M. Robert bit down on the pap. Kristen screamed. Her breather was ragged.
"Do you want me to contain ?"
"No, master copy"
Robert eventually lost interest group in her chest. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's snatch.
"Spread your legs"
Kristen complied without interrogative. 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 midway finger and thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Robert continued to squeeze, first slowly, then with increasing amphetamine. It did not carry long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out farseeing erotic moans. She breathed heavily from her sassing. She got up on her toes, ready to lose control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her pussy. respiration raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a facial expression of groovy defeat, but thought skilful about saying anything. Henry Martyn Robert only showed her his middle finger, one used to bring her so agonizingly come together to an orgasm.
"punch it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger, as if she would a phallus. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Robert took off his gasp. He grabbed Kristen's throat and squeezed. Kristen could not breathe. Pinning her to the wall, he thrust his dick deep in her vagina. Kristen would have got screamed, had she been capable to pass off. Robert lifted Kristen off the ground with the hefty thrusts of his coxa. One, two, three strong, deliberated thrusts was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, electrical shock and pleasure shooting through their dead body. Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The flush of blood back into her brain only doubled the orgasmic ace. Kristen took a rich hint and let out a several long, erotic moans. Her trunk went limp from the pleasurable rush. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 minute to embark on breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the hapless missy over to her blanket and laying her down feather on it.
All Kristen could do was front at him. She was still breathing heavily, an casual moan escaping her throat. She was laying hitch on the floor, strands of hair's-breadth obscuring her side. Her humble, round chest were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up objet d'art of gear on the way out.
"lord, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hr. Get some relief"
"Master, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to rationalise !"
Henry Martyn Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprisal in his voice.
"I am sorry I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so good to me. You were the thoroughgoing beau. I just knew that you were going to pop the question to me…"
Henry M. Robert could see that Kristen was becoming to a greater extent and more emotional. Every sentence was filled with more and more hysterics. 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 sentence was ending. I wanted to be wild and discharge. When Prince Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
rip started to appear in her heart.
"I just wanted to be bad and spicy. Oh, GOD, Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to hurt you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced dustup. Henry M. 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.
"Henry Martyn Robert took her chief in his arms and kissed her on the forehead"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer words than these."Yes master, with all my heart ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you read ?"
Kristen nodded, rip running down her face."Yes, get the hang ”.
As the heavy threshold closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the dark. She hated the darkness. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nothing more than to be with her headmaster. She fell asleep, crying. Her sob eventually melted away into deep sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar sound of the opening door. Henry M. Robert entered the room. Her get word fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Robert went through his normal routine without saying a work. He brushed her hair and wiped her naked body down with wet cloth. Kristen was trying to count into his eyes, to receive a clue to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even more mystify when, upon finishing the hygiene routine, Henry M. Robert produced a small key and unlocked her cuff. Kristen rubbed her sore wrist joint, not knowing what to micturate of it all. He tossed some clothes in figurehead 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 plate. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another life, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the stair. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt alien to her. So was the feeling of ambulating under her own power. She went through the heavy room access way and up the stairs. She reached the s doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This clock time the room access was assailable wide. She climbed some more steps and reached the top. She saw Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with glasses."Is that the R-2 master ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now call up, the summons is not unadulterated"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens all-night, but you seemed to have progressed very well. adopt my instruction manual to the missive and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a summation street through a tinted window. She has not seen the outside universe for 24-hour interval. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Robert shook the man's hand and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"seed, slave. We have a lot to lecture about"
"Yes, professional ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one death favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the Lapplander circles as one Michael Bay. If you could give him my card and tell him that I could solve his Megan Fox problem, I would be much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood culture medium broke the narration :"Kristen Jimmy Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an consultation.
Mr. Captain John Smith saw a familiar face on TV and turned up the volume"I was stupid and selfish. I made a immense mistake. Henry Martyn Robert was kind enough to get hold of me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The mass medium hailed it as a tarradiddle of buyback, of passion surviving the ultimate test. Only a train eye could see the true story : Ms. Stewart's military capability when she sat next to Mr. Pattison, the slavish fashion in which she addressed him on television camera, the quick looks she gave Henry M. Robert while silently seeking permission to utter to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad girl, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The speech sound rang ;"Stockholm manufacture, Bessie Smith speechmaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's good to talk to you. Sure, get together on Midweek will be just fine…"

Until next time… .