Celebrity Trainers : Kristen Stewart
codification : MF, nc, Brassica napus, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,

Disclaimer : This is fiction, it did NOT happen. illusion is legal. This story does not advocate violence against women. If you have any suggestions for this or any other next story, please netmail me. Don't forget to spay and neuter your favourite. Hope you enjoy the story.
storey :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's affair caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of heartache and ira. And despite his expert attempt to reconcile, the belief were not going away.
When a booster of a friend suggested a certain situation that"fixes these family relationship problems ”, Robert was sceptical. The business card said"Stockholm diligence"and listed a turn. The friend did not present much more detail or account. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the phone. The unanimous thing was very tightlipped."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a tone ”.
The federal agency on the business card was located on the far outskirts of E Los Angeles. No sign was posted above or in front of the doorway, just an authority number. The inside the office Robert found 4 blank white paries, dim-witted desk and chairman. There was another threshold on the opposite side of the office. The occupant of the desk was a plain looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading glasses and expanding waistline gave an opinion of a career agency worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a rear end.
"You may call up me Mr. Smith. First matter first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger act, the military service that we offer are very exclusive. You need not only money, but the good connecter, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a reason. The legality of our services is refutable. But we are very good at what we do, and nobody ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Henry Martyn Robert replied"I still don't see 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 public soma, Mr. Pattison. Your recent breakup with Ms. Kristen Stewart is public cognition. Ms. James Maitland Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to motivate on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is demeanour modification. If you choose to employ our Robert William Service, I can guarantee that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your relationship, but Ms. Dugald Stewart well be a lot more accordant and pleasing to you. There will be no more fights or dissonance. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will stay dependable to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combining of techniques, including thrall, S & M and psychological education. What I can undertake is 100 % success charge per unit and that nonentity is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the point of no reappearance. If you agree to use our help, I will give you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our services, this conversation is over. You will never discover from us again. If you contact the police force or the media, they will notice nix but a decriminalise insurance bureau. We are near at what we do and we have never had trouble. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your solution"?
Pattison hesitated for only a second :"secern me more ”.
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The news craze that came after her intimacy was revealed caused Kristen Stewart to scratch several culture medium appearing. She did not find like answering any questions about the affair or the breakup. In fact she did not feel like doing anything for the rest of the week. She made the calls to cancel her appointee and dismissed the staff of her mansion. The alone thing she would be doing for the next 7 twenty-four hours is fucking Prince Rupert Sanders, her new favored boy toy. Robert was fun for a while, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Robert needed to man up and move on.
After putting on her pet top, skinny jeans and brushing her long reddish brown hair's-breadth, Kristen made her way toward her bedroom door. A tall stranger waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom wall. A knife was pressed to her slender neck opening."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot tranquil"said the cloak intruder. Kristen was frozen in fear. The stranger put away the knife and quickly spun Kristen around, pinning her facial expression first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her articulatio radiocarpea behind her"Go ahead and thigh-slapper, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her manus tightly secured, Kristen was shoved typeface up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more Mexican valium and started tying her ankles.
"What do you desire from me ? ? ? I have money ! Take my wallet ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankles secured, the unknown stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into snag"please don't rape me !"
Still wearing a grinning on his masked aspect, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's olfactory organ and sassing, all while pinning her slender bound strain to the bed.
The futile but sexy struggle continued for just a few second. Her eyes rolled to the cover of her head. Her lids closed and her consistence went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun part"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the brat's cell speech sound ?"


When Kristen woke up, her domain was dark and cold. The bag was still over her nous. She was laying face down on the floor, her bare nipple pressed against the cold concrete. Her legs were free, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to make a motion her caput and bun on her back, pain shot through her spine and arms. She tried to wiggle her finger and realized they were touching higher up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and breathe faster. She then realized something big and rhythm was stuck in her mouth.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to hear voices in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will escape her for days"said the other, unfamiliar voice
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of strong hands grabbed her by the sleeve and set her upright, sitting on her knees. The bag was pulled off her head and Kristen was blinded by the bright lights.
"trade good afternoon, Ms. Jimmy Stewart. I know you have a lot of interrogative, but given your predicament, you are not in the position to ask. If we feel generous, we will answer those doubtfulness in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a ball gag in her mouth.
"first gear things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a reverse prayer spot. It is designed to not only be painful but to also circumscribe your front considerably. So try not to struggle if you want to debar unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may hold also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to continue you quiet, but rather to take a leak you salivate, mostly for abasement purposes. Feel relinquish to squall all you like. Nobody outside these walls can hear you."
By now Kristen's eyes had adjusted to the spark. In front of her stood a man in a ski masquerade and a unretentive whip in his hired hand. The stranger's voice belonged to him. The sight of him, his dress and the whip sent shivers 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 mind. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a client,"continued the masked stranger,"there are rules you have to comply, break them and chance penalisation. principle 1…
Kristen's creative thinker drowned out the speaker. She was looking instead at Robert. Her headway 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 ire and confusion. Henry Martyn Robert's expression didn't variety. The strait of the whiplash slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in front of her."Do you understand the house rules"
A look of helpless confusion was all Kristen could manage
The masked man grabbed the bound girl by the mentum and loosened the strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few seconds to spit the gag out.
"Do you understand the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE nether region DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? ROBERT WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The masked man shoved the globe gag back into her sass, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more prison term, do you understand the linguistic rule ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You undecomposed let me go. multitude will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the globe gag back into the girls mouth, this meter tightening the strap.
"Ill take up that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's clear some thing up. cypher is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a hebdomad. You were form enough to delete all of your appointments for the side by side 7 day, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. sander, he received a textual matter shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his number. You even issued a command on your chirrup varlet announcing the termination of your relationship and a very heartfelt apology to his family and your fans. In dead, nobody will be looking for you for a piece. At this prison term you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the house rules, it is clear you did not discover them. You broke respective of them just now. For that you must be punished. first-class honours degree rule is that you will cover me as sir and Mr. Pattison as lord. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turn and used foul-smelling language ”. The block out man looked up at Henry Martyn Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you tally, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should lot with the penalty ”, said the masked man as he handed Henry Martyn Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a opportunity to object, her head was forced down on the priming. She was still on her knees. With her hands tied and her target straight up in the air, the girl was the selfsame definition of vulnerability. The first thrash came without warning. The pain across her hind end cheek was sudden and acuate. Kristen let out an agonised and keep up scream.
The shock was quickly followed by fright and an impending feeling of doom.
The second strike of the whip was as shocking as the maiden. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the quantity of painful sensation she was in was overwhelming.
The third strike of the whiplash sent an sound reflection across the small room. The hurting similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her spine and throughout the eternal sleep of her writhed torso. Kristen could not think or understand 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 bother. Whatever the reason, Kristen was in teardrop and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th prison term. Time seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the floor with no forte 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 globe gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a pipe down response from behind her. This was the beginning clip that Henry M. Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in front of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting spatial relation
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my trust ! You have caused me incredible pain sensation ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Henry M. Robert. This was the first of all sentence she has seen such rage.
The room was once again still. Only two sounds filled the storage elbow room were the small whimpers and prick that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's hair and walked behind her. Kristen heard his drawers being unzipped. This was her only warning before she felt Roberts member thrust inside her. Kristen let out a short yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a whore"Henry Martyn Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's hair again. Kristen's back was arched in a abominable manner. The web of circle that surrounded her body and kept her paw in a opposite petition spatial relation only made it spoiled. Robert gave his hip one muscular jabbing. Pain dig through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her arms. Kristen's let out a pharyngeal consonant scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know zippo of bother"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Henry M. Robert's sentences was punctuated by a strong pelvic poking. Each jab brought on more howler. The riot seemed to feed Robert's lust. The thrusts became more regular and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in botheration. The agonized wow were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her suffering was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The flavour of desperation filled her with panic. She was once again bawling. Her ball gag prevented her from swallowing. As a result she was drooling uncontrollably. In poor, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new wizard soon washed over her ; arousal. As Robert continued to have it away her, she felt her loins fop."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in agony. Not only was she bound, helpless and shout, but now her own eubstance started to betray her.
Each thrust sent a wave through Kristen's torso. Whether it was one of pain or joy, the poor people girl could no longer severalise. The tender sentience spread from her loins to the residuum of her trunk. Her mind was racing, her great deal became cloudy. She was doing everything to keep the seemingly inevitable sexual climax. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Henry Martyn Robert tensed up, gave one terminal knife thrust, grunted and released his payload inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily drop-off over on top of her bound form. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her organic structure was still in agony. The bother 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 knickers and started to walk out of the room.
"Make indisputable she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The cloaked man took out more Mexican valium. One end of the circle was passed through the loop topology on the ceiling and attached to a pulley on the slope of the wall. The masked man used the other end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's leaping form. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the floor. As the rope pulled her in high spirits, she once again felt the pain in her lower rachis and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her invertebrate foot, but her captor continued to root for up on the forget me drug. Soon Kristen was forced to stand on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the R-2, Kristen could barely touch the dry land with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her rachis, weapon system and articulatio humeri was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Stewart"said the cloaked man,"movement will only make the pain spoiled"
The man walked out of the room. The lights went off. The heavy metallic element door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with nothing but her annoyance to keep her company. The whimpers and sobbing filled the empty space.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitoring device. The screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her ventilation was panicked. Her eubstance contorted. Her eyes portrayed verbalise agony.
"This is not the first clock time I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the business of maiming citizenry. When this is done, Ms. Stewart will still be able to officiate in her normal environment. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red rug. She will do all the thing she has done before. The only thing that will interchange will be her psychology ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the appendage and I need you to do exactly as I say. Stockholm syndrome is quite well-fixed to bring on if you know the right hand buttons to advertize. Ms. Stewart has to become submissive to you. She has to be dependant on you. You need to make this relationship strictly about rewards and punishments. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terms. This is elementary mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to watch to count on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely thirsty by now. Bring her food in about an time of day. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her thinker was completely concentrated on the pain in the neck. She was fighting to keep her consciousness. The hurting was overwhelming. She was beginning to fall behind her battle.
The sleeping accommodation door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Henry M. Robert. The rage in his eyes was gone.
He put the two crustal plate he brought with him on the story and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted torso was lowered to the terra firma. Her legs could not curb her weight and crumble under her. Henry M. Robert untied the knot creditworthy for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food"He said calmly."I will learn off your gag. Please appease silent."
The testicle was removed. Her jaw ached, her mouth was parched. Robert offered her a looking glass of water and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be hungry"said Henry M. Robert in an almost pleasant whole tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. 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. natural process talk louder. usher me just how thankful you are"replied Robert.
Kristen looked at him throw. Henry Martyn Robert unzipped his trouser and let his engorged penis fall out."No dentition now ”, he warned.
Kristen's center bulged at the sight of his appendage. 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 brass startled and shook Kristen. The girl's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful bitch !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the clump gag back into her mouth and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more will to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the bedchamber and closed the door. Kristen once again found herself in the nighttime. She was no longer suspended above the floor. As long as she did not struggle against her bond, she did not finger the pain. But without the nuisance, her other skunk were once again working. Within 10 bit the sensation of hunger was unbearable. She could crawl compensate next to the solid food bowl, but het gag did not let her jaw or swallow. The smell filled her anterior naris and made the sensation even more acute. This was a different kind of torture.
The hr seemed almost like an eternity. The door opened once again. Henry M. Robert entered the way and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you prepare to express your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her top dog desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his prison term undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Henry M. Robert when the glob gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smack across the nerve shut Kristen up.
"You will foretell me master, and you will beg me to provide 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 whore and beg"
A knot started to form in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your cock ?"
Robert unzipped his pants and let his putz bent out. The affair was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this repast, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her genu toward the waiting Robert. She kept her oculus on the now bulging member, hesitant to get close to it. The thought of putting that thing in her mouth was almost retch 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 gibe with her brim ever so slightly and bobbed her top dog up and down.
Robert rolled his eye."Don't waste my prison term, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a piffling more press with her lip and licked the bottom of the member with the tip of her tongue. She wanted cypher to do with it and she was determined not to let it refer the inside of her mouth.
Robert lost solitaire and grabbed the rear of Kristen's scalp, shoving her head forward and forcing his pecker deep inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a terrified yelp, then started to struggle against Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, bawd, I will whip you raw ! You got that ?"shouted Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to keep her jaw opened. But she could not help but scramble against Henry M. Robert's grip. His cock 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 jab increased in adroitness.
All Kristen could do was condense on her respiration, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his coming. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Robert's hot seed. Henry Martyn Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could look into her centre. The sperm was starting to drip out of her rima oris.
"Swallow it"he demanded,"you will necessitate the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to bewilder 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 shake off up. It took several more swallow. While she managed to keep on it down, she could not fake the expression of disgust that washed over her face. That expression seemed to give Henry M. Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that repast. Eat up."He kicked the silver gray bowl of intellectual nourishment in front of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you please loosen my coat of arms"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that solid food like the beef that you are. Do you understand that ?"
Kristen knew estimable 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 genu. Eating out of a doggie sports stadium was yet another humiliation, but one that she was unforced to live with. She shoved her lip deep in to the roll. By the time she was done, the trough was licked uninfected. So was the floor where the digress bits of food fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete floor was voiceless and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfy. She has given up struggling and screaming for assistance. Even tears were no prospicient an choice. She curled herself in the foetal position. Her tooth chattered and her body shook from the coldness. Eventually enfeeblement won over and she passed out.
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When the speech sound of the door opening night and the hopeful lights woke her, she did not do it where she was. She was hoping that the repulsion of the night before were just a bad pipe dream. When she managed to open her middle, she fell into desperation once again.
Her body ached all over. Her butt end cheeks still stung rom the whipping. Her puss felt sore from the rape. She could barely feel her hands.
Robert and the cloak man entered the elbow room.
"Mr. 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 address, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her see instead. Mr. Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Henry Martyn Robert approached the daughter with a bottle of piddle and some wet wipe.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water supply, Henry M. Robert started cleaning her grimace with the wipe. Kristen was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, dried tears, saliva and routine of food covered her face.
Henry Martyn Robert was very gentle with her. This was not the Same man that raped her the dark before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your Goth smell, you know"he said casually, brushing her long, cerise brown hair,"You are a natural dish. You should not hide your feature of speech ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She tried to look calm air, but her judgment was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her bond paper. Kristen was able to travel her hands for the first sentence in many hours. She gasped as pain shot through her branch. It would take in a while to regain their broad mobility.
Mr. Smith turned away from her, putting the R-2 away in his bag. Soon after, Henry Martyn Robert turned away as well, walking over to the garbage and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely justify. Moreover, the hard door was surface and unobstructed. The whole process took only a few seconds, but Kristen decided to clear a run for it.
Her peg were sore and dreadful. Her sense of balance was off and she was still exhausted from last dark's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the door. She stumbled several metre before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the stairs. Her mind was racing. She was afraid to take care back. She just kept on going. After climbing the stairs for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a doorway. She pulled on the handle, but the door would not have. She pounded on the door, she screamed for help, but zippo helped. Whatever strength carried her up the stairs was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the room access and started crying. She hugged her knees and rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few minutes later she heard the pace coming from below. The footsteps were moot, deficient urgency or panic. Eventually she saw Henry Martyn Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, intensity hidden in that sedate voice.
"Robert, please. Let's talk of the town about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you enjoy lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you importune on betraying me at every turn ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a handful of Kristen's hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to behave and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to trust you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stairs by her scalp. Kristen continued to choke on her own sobs, grabbing at the walls to continue her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing harlot. I extended you a little kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to swear you ever again ?"
When they reached the chamber, Henry Martyn Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable sobs
"Words, Kristen, just words ! Your actions speak otherwise !"spat out Robert.
He then addressed to the masked man ;"Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, the prostitute has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrists, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the radiocarpal joint together then did the same to her elbow. He then tied a longsighted man of rope to Kristen's wrist and hooked the former end on the ceiling block. He pulled the rope tight enough to raise the girl's radiocarpal joint as high as her shoulders, but allowed Kristen to continue to stand up straight.
Mr. metalworker then brought out a 3 substructure longsighted metal celestial pole with straps attached to each end. The perch was attached to the ankle, leaving Kristen's legs spread. The ring gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Henry Martyn Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the mentum."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. whip in hand, he took a jive at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonize scream. A big red welt started to appear across her abdomen. Another lilt of the party whip, another tacky shrieking, another red wheal. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whips across the belly, Robert walked behind the missy and started whipping her rachis. more screams followed.
"The first 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front man of Kristen once more. His future swing was aimed squarely at her white meat. The painfulness was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The following 10 are for trying to escape ”. The whiplash continued to desolate Kristen's tit, especially her now ultra-sensitive mammilla. By the time the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in utter hysterics.
"Now, for the fun part"said Henry Martyn Robert
With that he took out two clamps. He attached weighting to them. Each weight was the size of a golf Lucille Ball and consider thrice as much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to stimulate them. Kristen let out a tawdry squeals. When the nipple clamps were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moans grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"activity have event ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girl. A quick unzipping sound and she was skewered by Robert's penis.
His jabbing were dead and quickly. The waves of pleasure pulsed from her pussy to the rest of her eubstance. Meanwhile the acutely pain in the neck from the mammilla clamps radiated through her chest. The mixture of pain and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her torso 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 poor missy tried to subdue the orgasm but null worked. Her breaths became patronize and shallow. Her eubstance started to go into convulsions. Sweat rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing sacking and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her question. nothing 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 audio of profound breathing. Then Robert stood in social movement of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juices and sperm cell.
"sentence to clean it off"he said before sticking his dick in her sassing. The ring gag made it impossible to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"Lick it off, beef"Robert said as he inserted his fellow member deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her best to lick it, but the guck just stayed in her mouth.
It took half an 60 minutes to lick it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's grimace. A sadistic look washed over his face.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did have one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her mind.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to have one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her dead 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 human body. Whipped her 5 clip, lashes coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to hollo.
"Now, you will endure there for a while and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to pass out or settle asleep. You will splay your shoulders if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the room. The heavily doorway slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the iniquity. She hated the dark. There was zero but pain in the wickedness. The tit clamps still tugged at her sore nipples. The mob gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the taste 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 M. Robert again.


She had no idea how prospicient it took for Henry M. Robert to make out back. When he did, he brought nutrient and water with him.
"Have 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 drumhead no.
"That's my missy"said Robert, petting her on the back of her head and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the closed chain gag. Kristen managed to thrash her dehydrated lips. He untied her radiocarpal joint from the ceiling rope and undid the strap separating her ankles. Kristen collapsed on the level. She licked dry lips.
She did not want any reminders to know what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please suck your hammer"
Robert smiled and took off his gasp. Kristen knew what to do. She took his sock in her mouth like an ice emollient cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lips. She swallowed it as far as her throat would allow.
When she felt the dick head start to pulse, she redoubled her effort. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Robert's shaft clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Henry M. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the steps and came down with a cover.
"This is for being a in force lady friend. Now, Eat. We have a long day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that scale 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 consume been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to baulk. She has given up trying to fight. Most of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the cover
The flickering lights woke Kristen up. Her body ached all over. Her labia, her prat face and her chest all stung from the day before. Still, her tenderness fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the elbow room. She was determined to obey him this sentence. Whether it was out of care or genuine warmheartedness, she did not know. Much like her chemical reaction to pleasure and ail in the last 2 Clarence Day, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to scavenge her fount and brush her hair while Mr. Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your peter now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said 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 imply it ? Kristen was not sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to establish it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, sea captain"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them abominable. I want you to know that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to anguish you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes Master"She did not know what to believe anymore.
Henry Martyn Robert took out a twosome of handcuffs and secured Kristen's hands behind her backrest."Good, now, suck in my cock."
Kristen did not need to be told twice. She lunged at the elongated and took it in her mouth. She bobbed her back and Forth River, up and down and side to side. Her tongue licked and caressed every inch of that penis. She sucked up the pre ejaculate juices. When the Henry Martyn Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her lip.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you want me to do ?"
Robert did not jump a beatnik."Suck my balls, slave"
Kristen complied without interrogative. Taking the pocket in her backtalk, she proceeded to massage it with her spit and lips. She sucked the chunk clean, filling her sassing with their salty sense of taste. This was just to avoid penalty, she told herself. But somewhere cryptic inside she began to like these nasty games.
"commodity girl."Robert decided this was plenty pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her metrical foot. It was then that the girl noticed a long circle running across the room. Knots were tied all along the length of the roofy. Rope was set about waistline richly.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her question. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Adam Smith took out a ball gag, nipple clamps and 2 lot of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's nipples. He then directed Kristen toward the forget me drug. He helped her swing one of her stage over the roach. He then made certainly that Kristen's kitty lips were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the other side of the rope.
"This is a trust exercise, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll accept off a objet d'art of paraphernalia. pop when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the infliction as soon as she started moving. She had to suffer on her toes to keep the roofy from digging in too deep, but that did not help much. The circle was still rubbing up against her pussy.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to sunburn yourself"warned Robert.
going away fast was the last thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the get-go knot. Kristen could not help but let out an agonized scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her pussycat. She had to thrust her pussy over the air mile, clenching her jaw in the process. 10 inches further down the rope she had to seize another air mile. By the clock time she reached Henry Martyn Robert, Kristen was make to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulder joint, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her ball gag."Very beneficial. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll start to take off the weights on the nipple clam ”.
Kristen was cook to yield up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine loyalty to her captor ? She did not have a go at it.
Kristen struggled over every knot, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her cognisance from the pain on a few occasion. But she completed the cycles/second not once, but four Thomas More fourth dimension. When Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, skipper"she said as Henry M. Robert
"On your human knee"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the sight of the instrument but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? Do you require me to get you off ?
Word came out o her sass before Kristen could even think them"Yes passkey"
"Then you have to garner it. Make your hired man utile"
Kristen's hands were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Robert twisted one of her titmouse with his substantial fingers."Stupid girl, you should recognise what I want !"
Using the other handwriting 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 drawers
"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 pleasure started to cockle from her crotch to the rest of her trunk. Kristen let out small moans of pleasure.
"You like that, you little skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss overlord"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to crunch against the vibrator. Her hands were still fussy rubbing his dick.
"Is it as dear as when Prince Rupert did it to you ?"asked Henry Martyn 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.
"fountainhead, was it, you little whore ?"Henry Martyn Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The deal that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hairsbreadth, pulling her headway back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you savor this as much when Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely disordered about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's pussy
Kristen, still on guard, let out a small groan. She continued to rub Robert's penis with her bridge player
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you chouse on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master"
A painful pinch of her nipple made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little whore"Henry M. Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a person new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"Good, Kristen, good. You are finally being honest with me."
Robert continued to induce Kristen's sex. She was getting more and more raise. Her respiration started to get cloggy. She started to sweat. The most surprising thing for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new fuck toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes master ”. Her heart rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to spread through her body. Her breathing was becoming more and more vivid. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more ardor. The Lapp fervor drove Kristen to rub Robert's member even harder.
"Do you screw what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, master"
Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are saucy than that, Kristen."He hissed in her auricle,"Try again"
"A deceiver, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her nipple one more meter. Kristen threw her head back, repressing a scream. It was still atrocious. But was she starting to like it ?
"A bawd, headmaster !"Kristen was moaning. Her lower jaw became stiff. Rubbing herself ever harder against Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, Master ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Robert's manus that was rubbing her breast and pinching her mammilla. Robert stood in forepart of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breasts were rising up and down dramatically. A look of surprise, frustration and disappointment washed over her face."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you rid"said Henry M. Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, master"Kristen looked down, averting Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating whore like you ?"Robert continued
Another mile started creeping into Kristen's throat. discussion came out like a flood."Punish me, captain. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, master ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty cocotte, I deserve penalisation !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her pilus, pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the wall.
"STAND stillness !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fear. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the wall. Henry M. Robert swung the whip and landed a vicious setback against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her mouth to scream, but stifled it in the hold up moment. She bent her knees from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Henry Martyn Robert was readying another hard blow. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breathing time and anticipating another blow. The nose candy came, even more painful than the initiatory. Her human body bent, and an agonized scream escaped her mouth. Red welts started to appear on her knocker. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more blows came. Kristen suppressed her impulse to scream, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the botheration, her nipples were put up and her pussy was wet.
Henry Martyn Robert threw down the lash and walked over Kristen. He stood over her shaking mannequin. Kristen looked away, not wanting to meet Henry M. Robert's gaze. Robert grabbed a handful of her right knocker and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Roberts's finger's breadth slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the give away mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her boob were sore from the whipping. Her hide seemed like it was on fire.
"Would you like me to lay off ?"Henry Martyn Robert asked gently
"No, professional"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the other chest, squeezing it in a like manner. This prison term 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 have the will to fight it. Henry M. Robert bit down on the mammilla. Kristen screamed. Her breathing place was ragged.
"Do you want me to terminate ?"
"No, master"
Henry Martyn Robert eventually lost interest in her breasts. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's slit.
"Spread your leg"
Kristen complied without question. She realized just how unwrap she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Robert extended his middle finger and thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Henry Martyn Robert continued to lunge, first slowly, then with increasing amphetamine. It did not take in long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out tenacious erotic moans. She breathed heavily from her rima oris. She got up on her toes, ready to turn a loss control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his fingerbreadth out of her kitty. external respiration raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Henry M. Robert a look of nifty frustration, but thought better about saying anything. Robert only showed her his middle fingerbreadth, one used to bring her so agonizingly closing curtain to an orgasm.
"poke it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the fingerbreadth, as if she would a member. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Henry Martyn Robert took off his pants. He grabbed Kristen's throat and squeezed. Kristen could not breathe. Pinning her to the wall, he thrust his dick oceanic abyss in her vagina. Kristen would have screamed, had she been able to breathe. Robert lifted Kristen off the ground with the powerful thrusts of his hips. One, two, three hard, deliberate push was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, jounce and pleasure shooting through their bodies. Henry Martyn Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The flush of blood back into her genius only doubled the orgasmic sensory faculty. Kristen took a cryptical hint and let out a several long, erotic moans. Her body went limp from the pleasurable rush. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 secondment to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Henry Martyn Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the poor girl over to her mantle and laying her down feather on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional moan escaping her throat. She was laying limp on the floor, strands of hair's-breadth obscuring her face. Her minor, around tit were rising and falling quickly.
Henry M. Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up pieces of paraphernalia on the way out.
"Master, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Henry Martyn Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hr. Get some ease"
"Master, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to apologize !"
Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprise in his voice.
"I am no-count I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so in effect to me. You were the utter boyfriend. I just knew that you were going to declare oneself to me…"
Henry Martyn Robert could see that Kristen was becoming Sir Thomas More and more worked up. Every sentence was filled with more and Thomas More hysterics. She was getting to the threshold of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my heart. But I was scared that my liveliness was ending. I wanted to be angry and free. When Prince Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
tears started to come out in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and racy. Oh, GOD, Henry M. Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to offend you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced words. Robert took her in her arms.
"I am sorry ... I am sorry…"Kristen kept repeating between sobs.
"I know"Robert answered.
He let go of Kristen and started to get up
"Please, Master, don't go. Please don't leave me alone here. I'll do anything you want. Anything.
"Robert took her promontory in his weapons system and kissed her on the brow"
"Kristen, do you have a go at it me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer discussion than these."Yes master key, with all my heart ”.
"Then you will waitress for me here. Do you interpret ?"
Kristen nodded, snag running down her aspect."Yes, overcome ”.
As the laborious threshold closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the dark. She hated the wickedness. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted cypher more than to be with her headmaster. She fell asleep, crying. Her sobs eventually melted away into cryptical sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar phone of the opening door. Henry Martyn Robert entered the room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a smiling.
Robert went through his formula routine without saying a work. He brushed her hair and wiped her naked body down with wet fabric. Kristen was trying to look into his eyes, to find a clew to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even More vex when, upon finishing the hygienics routine, Robert produced a lowly key and unlocked her handcuffs. Kristen rubbed her sore carpus, not knowing what to make of it all. He tossed some clothes in front of her."Put these on and take on me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the skinny jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her habitation. I seemed like an timeless existence ago. In another life, perhaps.
Henry Martyn Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The dress felt alien to her. So was the feeling of ambulating under her own power. She went through the heavy door way and up the step. She reached the secondment doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This time the door was open wide. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Henry M. Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with chicken feed."Is that the rope captain ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now remember, the process is not double-dyed"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to have progressed very well. play along my program line to the letter and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a summation street through a tinted window. She has not seen the remote humanity for days. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Henry M. Robert shook the man's hand and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"Come, slave. We have a lot to babble 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 aware that you run in the same circles as one Michael Bay. If you could turn over him my card and tell him that I could work his Megan Fox trouble, I would be much obliged."
A hebdomad later the Hollywood media broke the story :"Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Kate Smith saw a intimate face on TV and turned up the book"I was stupid and selfish. I made a huge misapprehension. Robert was kind enough to take me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The metier hailed it as a account of buyback, of love surviving the ultimate test. Only a trained eye could see the dead on target narration : Ms. Stewart's military capability when she sat next to Mr. Pattison, the submissive way in which she addressed him on camera, the quick looks she gave Robert while silently seeking permission to speak to the interviewer. Kristen Jimmy Stewart, the Hollywood bad girl, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The earpiece rang ;"Stockholm Industries, metalworker public speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's good to mouth to you. Sure, meeting on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until succeeding time… .