Celebrity trainer : Kristen Jimmy Stewart
codification : MF, nc, ravishment, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, alliance,

disavowal : This is fabrication, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is sound. This story does not advocate violence against women. If you have any hypnotism for this or any early future tense story, delight email me. Don't forget to spay and spay your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the detachment. Kristen's affair caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of heartache and anger. And despite his best crusade to settle, the belief were not going away.
When a protagonist of a friend suggested a certain place that"fixes these family relationship problems ”, Henry M. Robert was disbelieving. The business card said"capital of Sweden industry"and listed a number. The friend did not give much more item or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the phone. The completely matter was very secretive."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a smell ”.
The bureau on the concern card was located on the far outskirts of East Los Angeles. No preindication was posted above or in front of the door, just an office act. The inside the part Henry M. Robert found 4 blank white bulwark, simple desk and electric chair. There was another door on the opponent English of the business office. The occupant of the desk was a field looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading specs and expanding waistline gave an impression of a career office worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a seat.
"You may scream me Mr. Smith. beginning things first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger subprogram, the services that we offer are very exclusive. You need not only money, but the properly connections, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a rationality. The legality of our avail is questionable. But we are very just at what we do, and nobody ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"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. Smith leaned forward"You are a populace trope, Mr. Pattison. Your recent breakup with Ms. Kristen James Maitland Stewart is public knowledge. Ms. Jimmy Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to motivate on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behaviour modification. If you choose to apply our services, I can vouch that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your relationship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more agreeable and pleasing to you. There will be no more fights or dissension. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will stay true to you ”.
"How exactly do you be after to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a compounding of proficiency, including bondage, S & M and psychological grooming. What I can guarantee is 100 % achiever rate and that nobody is going to get damage. However, we have reached the pointedness of no return key. If you agree to use our services, I will give you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our table service, this conversation is over. You will never pick up from us again. If you contact the law or the sensitive, they will find nothing but a legalize insurance delegacy. We are full at what we do and we have never had trouble. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your resolution"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"Tell me more ”.
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The tidings frenzy that came after her affair was revealed induce Kristen James Maitland Stewart to cancel respective media coming into court. She did not feel like answering any doubt about the social function or the breakup. In fact she did not finger like doing anything for the rest of the week. She made the calls to strike down her assignment and dismissed the staff of her mansion. The only thing she would be doing for the next 7 years is fucking Rupert drum sander, her new favorite boy toy. Robert was fun for a patch, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Robert needed to man up and move on.
After putting on her front-runner top, skinny jeans and brushing her long reddish brown hair, Kristen made her way toward her bedroom threshold. A tall stranger waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom paries. A knife was pressed to her slender cervix."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot legato"said the masked intruder. Kristen was frozen in reverence. The stranger put away the knife and quickly spun Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The trespasser chuckled while tying her carpus behind her"Go ahead and sidesplitter, princess, there is cipher here but us ”.
With her handwriting tightly secured, Kristen was shoved face up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more rope and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! engage my wallet ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankle secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into binge"please don't colza me !"
Still wearing a smile on his masked cheek, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nose and mouth, all while pinning her slender boundary manikin to the bed.
The futile but sexy struggles continued for just a few proceedings. Her heart rolled to the back of her nous. Her lids closed and her body went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun share"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the brat's cell speech sound ?"


When Kristen woke up, her world was dark and cold. The bag was still over her head. She was laying face down on the story, her bare nipples pressed against the cold concrete. Her legs were gratis, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her head and curl on her back, pain snap through her spikelet and weapons system. She tried to wiggle her digit and realized they were touching mellow up spur than they were supposed to. She started to panic and breathe faster. She then realized something big and rhythm was stuck in her mouth.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to get word spokesperson in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will miss her for days"said the former, unfamiliar voice
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A brace of strong hands grabbed her by the weaponry and set her upright, sitting on her knee. The bag was pulled off her head and Kristen was blinded by the brilliant lights.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of enquiry, but given your predicament, you are not in the status to ask. If we feel generous, we will answer those question in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster up with a ball gag in her mouth.
"low things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a reverse prayer stead. It is designed to not only be painful but to also limit your movement considerably. So try not to contend if you want to avoid unneeded pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to observe you quiet, but rather to clear you salivate, mostly for mortification purposes. tactile property free to shout out all you like. nobody outside these walls can hear you."
By now Kristen's eyes had adjusted to the luminance. In front of her stood a man in a ski mask and a shortsighted whip in his script. The alien's voice belonged to him. The raft of him, his clothes and the whip sent thrill down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and bound. Ropes were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the other man. He was slowly circling around the room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"Robert ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her intellect. Her MMFFing through the gag was LE articulate.
"Since you are a guest,"continued the cloaked stranger,"there are pattern you have to espouse, break them and risk punishment. Rule 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the speaker. She was looking instead at Robert. Her fountainhead was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Henry M. Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of anger and mix-up. Robert's formulation didn't change. The sound of the whip slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in front line of her."Do you infer the house rules"
A look of lost discombobulation was all Kristen could superintend
The dissemble man grabbed the bounds girl by the chin and loosened the shoulder strap on the orb gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few seconds to spit the gag out.
"Do you infer the convention ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE hellhole DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? ROBERT WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The cloaked man shoved the orb gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more prison term, do you understand the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU love child ! ! ! You sound let me go. hoi polloi will be looking for me. Prince Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the formal gag back into the girls mouth, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill take up that as a no, Ms. Dugald Stewart. Let's clear some things up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a week. You were variety decent to delete all of your appointments for the side by side 7 Clarence Shepard Day Jr., so the culture medium won't be looking for you. As for Mr. sander, he received a textbook shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his numeral. You even issued a affirmation on your twitter pageboy announcing the expiry of your family relationship and a very devout apologia to his kinsperson and your lover. In shortly, nobody will be looking for you for a while. At this metre you are completely at our clemency ”.
"As for the theater rules, it is clear you did not hear them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. low gear rule is that you will direct me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turn and used repellent spoken language ”. The disguised man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgression did you count, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should dispense with the penalty ”, said the masked man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a prospect to object, her head was forced down on the flat coat. She was still on her knees. With her helping hand tied and her bottom straight up in the air, the girl was the very definition of vulnerability. The first thrash came without warning. The pain across her derriere cheek was sudden and acute. Kristen let out an agonise and lengthy scream.
The jar was quickly followed by fear and an impend tactual sensation of doom.
The secondment smasher of the party whip was as shocking as the for the first time. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the sum of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The third strike of the party whip sent an echo across the lowly room. The pain similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her spine and throughout the eternal rest of her distort dead body. Kristen could not think or interpret what was happening to her. Her throat 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 pain. Whatever the reasonableness, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the prison term the whiplash struck her defenseless ass for the 4th time. metre 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 time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her nut gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quiet response from behind her. This was the showtime prison term that Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in battlefront of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting position
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my trust ! You have caused me unbelievable annoyance ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Henry Martyn Robert. This was the foremost fourth dimension she has seen such rage.
The room was once again mute. Only two sounds filled the storage room were the small whimpers and SOB that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Henry M. Robert let go of Kristen's hair and walked behind her. Kristen heard his bloomers being unzipped. This was her only warning before she felt Richard J. Roberts penis thrust inside her. Kristen let out a short yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a prostitute"Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's hairsbreadth again. Kristen's back was arched in a sore style. The web of ropes that surrounded her torso and kept her paw in a setback orison berth only made it high-risk. Robert gave his articulatio coxae one powerful thrust. botheration shot through Kristen's scalp, down her pricker and through her arms. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know aught of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's judgment of conviction was punctuated by a strong pelvic thrust. Each thrust brought on more screams. The screams seemed to fertilise Robert's lust. The thrusting became more regular and frequent. 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 pain alone. She was helpless. The feel of desperation filled her with scare. She was once again bawling. Her musket ball gag prevented her from swallowing. As a result she was drooling uncontrollably. In short, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; arousal. As Robert continued to have it away her, she felt her loins fashion plate."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in agony. Not only was she bound, helpless and step, but now her own trunk started to stag her.
Each thrust sent a wave through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of painfulness or joy, the poor girl could no longer say. The warm sense experience paste from her loins to the rest of her consistency. Her brain was racing, her pile became cloudy. She was doing everything to prevent the seemingly inevitable sexual climax. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Henry M. Robert tensed up, gave one final thrust, grunted and released his load inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily slump over on top of her bound configuration. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her dead body was still in torture. The pain in the ass 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 room.
"Make surely she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The masked man took out more rope. One end of the forget me drug was passed through the loop on the ceiling and attached to a block on the position of the wall. The cloaked man used the other end to tie yet another burl 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 level. As the ropes pulled her eminent, she once again felt the annoyance in her lower back and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her feet, but her captor 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 capturer finally stopped pulling up the rope, Kristen could barely touch the primer coat with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her back, sleeve and shoulders was excruciating.
"Try not to act, Ms. Stewart"said the disguise man,"movement will only fix the pain in the neck speculative"
The man walked out of the room. The lights went off. The heavy metal door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with nothing but her pain to continue her company. The whimpers and SOB filled the abandon outer space.
"I don't want her distress permanently"said Henry M. Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The blind showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her body writhen. Her oculus portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the maiden clip I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the business enterprise of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. Dugald Stewart will still be able to function in her normal surround. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red rug. She will do all the things she has done before. The only thing that will shift will be her psychology ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the process and I need you to do exactly as I say. Stockholm syndrome is quite easy to take on if you know the redress buttons to push. Ms. Stewart has to become slavish to you. She has to be subject on you. You need to wee this human relationship strictly about rewards and penalization. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terms. This is simple genial conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to read to count on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. Bring her food for thought in about an time of day. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not find hunger. Her mind was completely concentrated on the pain. She was fighting to maintain her cognisance. The pain was overwhelming. She was beginning to miss her battle.
The sleeping accommodation doorway opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The fury in his optic was gone.
He put the two shell he brought with him on the story and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted eubstance was lowered to the background. Her ramification could not view as her exercising weight and collapsed under her. Robert untied the knot responsible for for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some solid food"He said calmly."I will admit off your gag. Please stick silent."
The ball was removed. Her jaw ached, her rima oris was parched. Robert offered her a glass of piddle and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be athirst"said Robert in an almost pleasant smell.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Truth was, she was very hungry. Her breakfast was lowly and she had nothing to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just words, Kristen. Actions speak louder. Show me just how grateful you are"replied Henry Martyn Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Henry Martyn Robert unzipped his pants and let his engorged phallus gloam out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's eyes bulged at the mass of his member. She has never performed a blowjob. The very thought of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stutter and shake her head
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the impudence startled and shook Kristen. The missy's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful bitch !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the ball gag back into her backtalk 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 shadow. 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 locoweed were once again working. Within 10 minutes the sensation of hunger was unbearable. She could crawl right succeeding to the intellectual nourishment bowl, but het gag did not let her jaw or swallow. The feel filled her nostrils and made the sensation even more penetrative. This was a different kind of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an eternity. The doorway opened once again. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you set up to utter your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her head desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his time undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Henry Martyn Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smack across the human face shut Kristen up.
"You will telephone me maestro, and you will beg me to tolerate you to blow me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"Good, now be a good woman of the street and beg"
A knot started to shape in Kristen's pharynx. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your peter ?"
Henry M. Robert unzipped his pants and let his gumshoe hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her articulatio genus toward the waiting Robert. She kept her centre on the now bulging phallus, hesitant to get close to it. The persuasion of putting that thing in her mouth was almost spue inducement.
"Perhaps you would wish 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 shaft with her back talk ever so slightly and bobbed her head teacher up and down.
Robert rolled his eye."Don't waste product my sentence, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a minuscule more pressure with her brim and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her tongue. She wanted naught to do with it and she was determined not to let it equal the inside of her mouth.
Robert lost patience and grabbed the cover of Kristen's scalp, shoving her head forward and forcing his dick deep inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a fright yelp, then started to struggle against Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, harlot, I will whip you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took aid to keep her jaw opened. But she could not help oneself but shinny against Henry M. Robert's grip. His dick was moving in and out of her pharynx, making it hard to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her battle only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His thrusting increased in mental quickness.
All Kristen could do was concentrate on her breathing, which became harder and harder.
Henry Martyn Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his orgasm. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Robert's hot cum. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could look into her optic. The spermatozoan was starting to dribble out of her mouth.
"Swallow it"he demanded,"you will require 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 throw up. It took several more deglutition. While she managed to keep it down, she could not fake the reflection of disgust that washed over her boldness. That expression seemed to give Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her tomentum."I guess you earned that repast. Eat up."He kicked the silver roll of nutrient in front of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you please undo my implements of war"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the bitch that you are. Do you infer that ?"
Kristen knew better than to indicate with him.
The Heavy doorway closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the shadow. She was tied up and hunched over on her stifle. Eating out of a doggie bowl was yet another mortification, but one that she was uncoerced to live with. She shoved her backtalk inscrutable in to the bowl. By the time she was done, the stadium was licked scavenge. So was the floor where the stray bits of food for thought fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete floor was hard and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get well-off. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even tear were no longer an pick. She curled herself in the foetal attitude. Her teeth chattered and her consistency shook from the low temperature. Eventually enervation won over and she passed out.
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When the strait of the room access opening and the brilliant lightness woke her, she did not have it off where she was. She was hoping that the horrors of the dark before were just a bad dream. When she managed to open her eyes, she fell into despair once again.
Her body ached all over. Her rear cheeks still stung rom the whipping. Her kitty-cat felt sore from the assault. She could barely experience her hands.
Robert and the cloaked man entered the room.
"Mr. Joseph 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 pharynx to be completely dry. She nodded her get a line instead. Mr. Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Henry Martyn Robert approached the girl with a bottle of water and some wet wipes.
"You must be athirst"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Robert started cleaning her face with the wipes. Kristen was a mess. Her whisker was disheveled, desiccated rip, saliva and scrap of solid food covered her face.
Robert was very aristocratical with her. This was not the same man that raped her the night before.
"I never really cared for your war paint or your tike look, you know"he said casually, brushing her long, cherry-red brown haircloth,"You are a natural sweetheart. You should not hide your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She tried to appear calm, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Kate Smith undid her hamper. Kristen was able to move her mitt for the first time in many minute. She gasped as bother shot through her sleeve. It would learn 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 refuse and checking his sound.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free. Moreover, the grievous door was exposed and unobstructed. The solid process took only a few second, but Kristen decided to progress to a run for it.
Her legs were sore and painful. Her sentiency of balance was off and she was still exhausted from terminal night's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the room access. She stumbled several meter before reaching the step. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the stair. Her mind was racing. She was afraid to look back. She just kept on going. After climbing the stairs for what seemed like an timeless existence, she reached a threshold. She pulled on the handle, but the room access would not give. 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 door and started crying. She hugged her genu and rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few minutes later she heard the footsteps coming from below. The footstep were debate, lacking importunity or panic. Eventually she saw Henry Martyn Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, intensity hidden in that calm voice.
"Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you enjoy lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you insist on betraying me at every play ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a fistful of Kristen's hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to behave and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to bank you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the step by her scalp. Kristen continued to strangle on her own sobbing, grabbing at the bulwark to keep back her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing whore. I extended you a little kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to trust you ever again ?"
When they reached the chamber, Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the ungovernable shortness of breath
"password, Kristen, just Bible ! Your legal action speak otherwise !"gaiter out Robert.
He then addressed to the mask man ;"Mr. Smith, the bawd has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Ian Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrist, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrist joint together then did the same to her elbows. He then tied a long slice of rope to Kristen's wrists and hooked the former end on the cap pulley. He pulled the roofy tight enough to call down the miss's wrists as senior high school as her articulatio humeri, but allowed Kristen to keep to stand up straight.
Mr. Captain John Smith then brought out a 3 base retentive metal pole with strap attached to each end. The rod was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's legs spread. The closed chain gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the chin."You have nobody to charge but yourself ”. Whip in hand, he took a golf stroke at Kristen's trunk. Kristen let out an agonized sidesplitter. A big red welt started to appear across her belly. Another swing of the whip, another loudly scream, another red wheal. Kristen was quickly brought to split. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whiplash across the venter, Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her backbone. Thomas More hollo followed.
"The first of all 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front of Kristen once more. His next swing music was aimed squarely at her knocker. The pain was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The succeeding 10 are for trying to break away ”. The whip continued to waste Kristen's breasts, especially her now ultra-sensitive mamilla. By the time the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in let loose hysterics.
"Now, for the fun part"said Henry Martyn Robert
With that he took out two clinch. He attached system of weights to them. Each weight unit was the size of a golf bollock and press thrice as a lot. He pulled and flicked Kristen's tit to brace them. Kristen let out a loud squeals. When the nipple clinch were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moans grew louder."Remember,"said Henry M. Robert,"action mechanism have outcome ”.
He waked behind the trussed up young woman. A quick unzipping speech sound and she was skewered by Robert's penis.
His poking were shortstop and flying. The wave of joy pulsed from her cunt to the rest of her body. Meanwhile the sharply painful sensation from the nipple clamp radiated through her chest. The commixture of pain and delight confused Kristen and sent her body reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not realize how she was getting off from rape, but it was the reality. The poor girl tried to suppress the climax but nil worked. Her breather became frequent and shallow. Her body started to go into convulsion. exertion rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing release and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her head. Nothing worked. As she climaxed, she led out an titillating belly laugh. Soon after she heard Robert's pleasurable scream. For a while the room was filled with phone of heavy breathing. Then Robert stood in forepart of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal succus and sperm.
"prison term to cleanse it off"he said before sticking his dick in her mouth. The pack gag made it impossible to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"Lick it off, cunt"Robert said as he inserted his phallus deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her in force to cream it, but the gunk just stayed in her mouth.
It took half an minute to lap up it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's side. A sadistic look washed over his aspect.
"Now, lets talk about that coming. You did have one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her foreland.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to birth one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her dead body starting to tremble.
"You do not pee-pee, you do not shit, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Robert walked around Kristen's leaping skeletal frame. Whipped her 5 fourth dimension, lashes coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breather and tried not to shout.
"Now, you will stand there for a while and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to pass out or return asleep. You will dislocate your articulatio humeri if you do."said Henry M. Robert as he walked out of the room. The grueling door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the shadow. She hated the dark. There was aught but pain in the dark. The nipple clamps still tugged at her sore nipples. The ring gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the appreciation of her own vaginal juice 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 Robert again.


She had no idea how long it took for Robert to come back. When he did, he brought food and water with him.
"Have you learned your lesson, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her promontory affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her drumhead no.
"That's my girl"said Robert, petting her on the spinal column of her school principal and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the anchor ring gag. Kristen managed to lick her dried lips. He untied her wrists from the cap rope and undid the straps separating her ankles. Kristen collapsed on the story. She licked dry lips.
She did not need any reminders to be intimate what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please suck your dick"
Henry M. Robert smiled and took off his gasp. Kristen knew what to do. She took his wind sock in her mouth like an ice cream strobilus. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lips. She swallowed it as far as her throat would allow.
When she felt the shaft 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 Henry M. Robert's calamus 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 honest missy. Now, Eat. We have a tenacious day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plate clean. She then laid down on the mantle. Her wrists and shoulders were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would receive been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to stand. She has given up trying to fight. most of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the mantle
The flickering lights woke Kristen up. Her consistency ached all over. Her labia, her rear end cheeks and her chest all stung from the day before. Still, her inwardness fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the room. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of fear or unfeigned affection, she did not know. Much like her reactions to pleasure and anguish in the last 2 Clarence Day, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to strip her facial expression and brush her hairsbreadth while Mr. Smith untied her wrist joint and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetheart"said Henry M. Robert. His spirit was calm and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to test it, wouldn't you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
"Yes, Master"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them afflictive. I want you to make out 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"She did not sleep with what to believe anymore.
Henry M. Robert took out a pair of handcuffs and secured Kristen's hands behind her book binding."trade good, now, go down on my cock."
Kristen did not need to be told twice. She lunged at the elongated and took it in her backtalk. She bobbed her back and Forth River, up and down and side to side. Her glossa 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 ?"
Robert did not skip a measure."Suck my testis, slave"
Kristen complied without interrogation. Taking the sac in her oral cavity, she proceeded to massage it with her tongue and back talk. She sucked the orb 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 foul game.
"good girl."Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her feet. It was then that the girl noticed a long rope running across the room. Knots were tied all along the distance of the rope. rophy was set about waist gamy.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her headway. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Captain John Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Adam Smith took out a ball gag, nipple clamps and 2 sets of weight unit. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's nipple. He then directed Kristen toward the circle. He helped her swing one of her legs over the rope. He then made for certain that Kristen's slit back talk were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the early side of the rope.
"This is a trust utilisation, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll make off a man of paraphernalia. Start when you are set ”.
Kristen felt the pain sensation as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to continue the roofy from digging in too deep, but that did not help much. The rope was still rubbing up against her pussy.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to combust yourself"warned Robert.
Going fasting was the last thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the number 1 knot. Kristen could not help but let out an agonized shrieking. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her snatch. She had to force her pussy over the knot, clenching her jaw in the cognitive operation. 10 inches further down the forget me drug she had to stamp down another knot. By the metre she reached Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulder, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her ball gag."Very trade good. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll start to take off the weights on the nipple dough ”.
Kristen was quick to give up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Henry M. Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine loyalty to her capturer ? She did not sleep together.
Kristen struggled over every mi, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her cognizance from the pain on a few juncture. But she completed the oscillation not once, but four more times. When Robert finally took her off the roach, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, superior"she said as Henry M. Robert
"On your knees"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the sight of the legal instrument but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? Do you want me to get you off ?
Word came out o her back talk before Kristen could even reckon them"Yes professional"
"Then you have to earn it. make your handwriting useful"
Kristen's hands were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Henry Martyn Robert twisted one of her teat with his firm fingers."Stupid girl, you should sleep together what I want !"
Using the other hand he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging member. His pants were still on.
"throw it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his engorged member underneath his pants
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reward. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussy, shoved it in and turned it on.
Waves of pleasure 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 bray against the vibrator. Her hands were still busy rubbing his dick.
"Is it as honest as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off guard, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight squeeze and pull on her nipple elicited and loud gasp.
"well, was it, you little whore ?"Henry Martyn Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The manus that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hair, pulling her oral sex back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to mewl
"Now answer again, did you savor this as much when Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely disconnected about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's cunt
Kristen, still on guard, let out a minor moan. She continued to rub Robert's penis with her hands
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cheat on on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master"
A painful taking into custody of her pap made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little sporting lady"Robert whispered in the little girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a someone new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"Good, Kristen, good. You are finally being honest with me."
Robert continued to energize Kristen's sex. She was getting More and more aroused. Her breathing started to get sullen. She started to sudate. 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 affectionateness charge per unit was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to disseminate through her body. Her breathing was becoming more and more intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more fervor. The same fervor drove Kristen to rub Henry M. Robert's member even harder.
"Do you cognize what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, original"
Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are impertinent than that, Kristen."He hissed in her auricle,"Try again"
"A cheater, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her nipple one to a greater extent time. Kristen threw her brain back, repressing a sidesplitter. It was still painful. But was she starting to like it ?
"A WHORE, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her miserable jaw became stiff. Rubbing herself ever harder against Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, schoolmaster ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Robert's hand that was rubbing her knocker and pinching her tit. Henry M. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breasts were rising up and down dramatically. A looking of surprise, defeat and disappointment washed over her face."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you free"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, master"Kristen looked down, averting Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating tart like you ?"Robert continued
Another knot started creeping into Kristen's pharynx. Words came out like a flood."Punish me, schoolmaster. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, captain ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve punishment !"
Henry Martyn Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her whisker, pulled her to her base and shoved her against the paries.
"stand still !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fear. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the rampart. Henry Martyn Robert swung the whip and landed a vicious snow against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her mouth to shout, but stifled it in the end present moment. She bent her knee joint from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Henry Martyn Robert was readying another strong puff. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breath and anticipating another blow. The blow came, even more awful than the commencement. Her frame bent, and an agonized screaming escaped her back talk. Red welts started to appear on her breasts. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more blows came. Kristen suppressed her urge to holler, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the pain, her nipples were erect and her pussy was wet.
Robert threw down the party whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling form. Kristen looked away, not wanting to foregather Henry M. Robert's regard. Robert grabbed a handful of her ripe breast and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Henry M. Robert's digit slid down to her mamilla. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the exposed mammary. Kristen let out a groan. Her breasts were sore from the beating. Her skin seemed like it was on fire.
"Would you like me to stop ?"Robert asked gently
"No, master key"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the early breast, squeezing it in a alike manner. This time he bent down, took the nipple in the mouth and started licking the sore nipple. Another moan escaped Kristen's mouth. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not hold the will to fight it. Robert bit down on the teat. Kristen screamed. Her breath was ragged.
"Do you want me to stop ?"
"No, master"
Henry Martyn Robert eventually lost interest in her breasts. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's cunt.
"spreading your wooden leg"
Kristen complied without question. She realized just how uncovered she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Henry M. Robert extended his middle finger and knife thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Robert continued to thrust, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not take long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long erotic groan. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, ready to lose control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger's breadth out of her pussy. Breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Henry Martyn Robert a look of smashing frustration, but thought better about saying anything. Robert only showed her his middle fingerbreadth, one used to bring her so agonizingly close to an orgasm.
"punch it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the fingerbreadth, as if she would a phallus. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Henry M. Robert took off his pants. He grabbed Kristen's throat and squeezed. Kristen could not breathe. Pinning her to the wall, he thrust his peter deep in her vagina. Kristen would make screamed, had she been able to breathe. Robert lifted Kristen off the soil with the knock-down thrusts of his hips. One, two, three strong, moot drive was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, shock and pleasure shooting through their torso. Henry M. Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The rush of stock back into her brainiac only doubled the orgasmic whizz. Kristen took a trench breathing spell and let out a several long, erotic moans. Her body went limp from the pleasurable kick. Kristen's succus rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 seconds to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Henry M. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the poor girl over to her blanket and laying her John L. H. Down on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional moan escaping her throat. She was laying limp on the storey, fibril of hair obscuring her fount. Her small, unit of ammunition breasts were rising and falling quickly.
Henry Martyn Robert was done as well. He turned toward the threshold, picking up pieces of gear on the way out.
"superior, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hours. Get some rest"
"master, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to excuse !"
Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprise in his voice.
"I am grim I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so good to me. You were the perfect boyfriend. I just knew that you were going to propose to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more worked up. Every judgment of conviction was filled with to a greater extent and more hysteric. She was getting to the wand of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my eye. But I was scared that my life was ending. I wanted to be wild and free. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
bout started to appear in her centre.
"I just wanted to be bad and naughty. Oh, GOD, Henry Martyn Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to smart you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced words. Robert took her in her arms.
"I am drear ... 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 Scripture than these."Yes master, with all my heart ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you see ?"
Kristen nodded, teardrop running down her brass."Yes, master ”.
As the heavy door closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the dark. She hated the nighttime. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted zip more than to be with her overlord. She fell asleep, crying. Her sobs eventually melted away into deep sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar sound of the hatchway door. Henry M. Robert entered the elbow room. Her try fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Henry M. Robert went through his normal subroutine without saying a work. He brushed her hair and wiped her au naturel body down with wet material. Kristen was trying to look into his optic, to find a clue to his mode. She found nothing.
She was even more get when, upon finishing the hygiene routine, Henry Martyn Robert produced a small key and unlocked her manacle. Kristen rubbed her sore wrists, not knowing what to spend a penny of it all. He tossed some apparel in straw man of her."Put these on and meet me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the tightfitting jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her home plate. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another life, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt alien to her. So was the belief of ambulating under her own king. She went through the ponderous door way and up the stairs. She reached the second doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This time the threshold was open wide. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Henry M. Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with crank."Is that the rope skipper ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now think of, the process is not consummate"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens all-night, but you seemed to throw progressed very well. Follow my education to the letter of the alphabet 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 outside world for 24-hour interval. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Henry M. Robert shook the man's script and turned his regard to Kristen.
"come, slave. We have a lot to spill the beans about"
"Yes, master ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one last party favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am cognizant that you run in the Saami circles as one Michael Bay. If you could sacrifice him my card and tell him that I could solve his Megan Fox trouble, I would be much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood medium broke the story :"Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Smith saw a intimate face on TV and turned up the book"I was poor fish and selfish. I made a huge misapprehension. Robert was kind enough to take aim me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The media hailed it as a story of buyback, of love surviving the ultimate mental test. Only a aim eye could see the true narrative : Ms. Stewart's posture when she sat side by side to Mr. Pattison, the submissive manner in which she addressed him on television camera, the quick looks she gave Robert while silently seeking license to speak to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad girl, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"capital of Sweden Industries, Smith speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's good to let the cat out of the bag to you. Sure, meeting on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until next time… .