renown Trainers : Kristen Jimmy Stewart
codification : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,

disclaimer : This is fiction, it did NOT happen. fantasy is legal. This story does not urge wildness against women. If you have any proposition for this or any other future story, please email me. Don't forget to spay and neuter your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's affair caught him by surprisal. What resulted was a miscellanea of heartache and angriness. And despite his in effect efforts to make up, the feelings were not going away.
When a acquaintance of a champion suggested a certain stead that"mend these relationship problems ”, Robert was skeptical. The business sector circuit card said"Stockholm Industries"and listed a identification number. The friend did not give much more than detail or account. Pattison had to schedule an date on the speech sound. The whole affair was very secretive."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The agency on the business card was located on the far outskirt of East Los Angeles. No sign was posted above or in front of the door, just an role identification number. The inside the spot Henry Martyn Robert found 4 lacuna white bulwark, uncomplicated desk and hot seat. There was another door on the opposite side of the office. The resident of the desk was a field looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading glasses and expanding waistline gave an impression of a career office worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a keister.
"You may yell me Mr. Smith. kickoff matter first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and sticker routine, the service that we offer are very exclusive. You need not only money, but the correct connections, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a reason. The legality of our services is questionable. But we are very undecomposed at what we do, and nobody ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Robert replied"I still don't understand how you can aid me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith leaned forward"You are a world figure, Mr. Pattison. Your Recent breakup with Ms. Kristen Stewart is public cognition. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to be active on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behaviour qualifying. If you choose to use our services, I can ensure that not only will infidelity no longer be a care in your relationship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more agreeable and pleasing to you. There will be no more fighting or disagreements. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will delay straight to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a compounding of techniques, including thraldom, S & M and psychological training. What I can guarantee is 100 % success pace and that nobody is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the point of no getting even. If you agree to use our serving, I will give you ALL the point. If you choose not to use our services, this conversation is over. You will never hear from us again. If you contact the police or the metier, they will get hold nil but a legitimate indemnity agency. We are honest at what we do and we have never had job. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your solvent"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"tell apart me more ”.
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The news frenzy that came after her affair was revealed caused Kristen Stewart to cancel several spiritualist show. She did not feel like answering any doubtfulness about the amour or the separation. In fact she did not feel like doing anything for the rest of the week. She made the song to cancel her naming and dismissed the staff of her mansion. The only thing she would be doing for the next 7 years is fucking Rupert Sanders, her new front-runner 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 darling top, skinny jean and brushing her long reddish brown hair, Kristen made her way toward her sleeping room room access. A marvelous stranger waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom bulwark. A knife was pressed to her slender neck."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot smoother"said the masked intruder. Kristen was frozen in fearfulness. The unknown put away the knife and quickly spun Kristen around, pinning her human face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her wrists behind her"Go ahead and scream, princess, there is cypher here but us ”.
With her hands tightly secured, Kristen was shoved face up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more roofy and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! Take my notecase ”. 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 tears"please don't rape me !"
Still wearing a smile on his cloak look, the trespasser took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nose and mouth, all while pinning her slender bound form to the bed.
The futile but sexy struggle continued for just a few minutes. Her oculus rolled to the back of her head. Her lids closed and her physical structure went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun part"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the holy terror's cell phone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her world was disconsolate and common cold. The bag was still over her nous. She was laying typeface down on the floor, her bare teat pressed against the cold concrete. Her legs were relieve, but her deal were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her head and roll on her back, pain sensation shot through her spine and weapons system. She tried to joggle her finger's breadth and realized they were touching in high spirits up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and pass off faster. She then realized something big and bout 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 overlook her for days"said the other, unfamiliar articulation
"undecomposed, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A span of solid custody grabbed her by the implements of war and set her upright, sitting on her knees. The bag was pulled off her head and Kristen was blinded by the bright lights.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Dugald Stewart. I know you have a lot of interrogation, but given your plight, you are not in the posture to ask. If we feel generous, we will do those questions in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a globe gag in her mouth.
"First things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a blow supplication place. It is designed to not only be painful but to also circumscribe your movement considerably. So try not to sputter if you want to avoid unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a clump gag. It is not designed to proceed you tranquillize, but rather to stool you salivate, mostly for humiliation determination. tactile property relinquish to hollo all you like. nobody outside these paries can hear you."
By now Kristen's eyes had adjusted to the visible light. In front of her stood a man in a ski masquerade party and a suddenly whip in his hand. The stranger's voice belonged to him. The sight of him, his clothes and the whip sent shivers down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and saltation. circle were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the other man. He was slowly circling around the room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"ROBERT ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her intellect. Her MMFFing through the gag was to a lesser extent articulate.
"Since you are a guest,"continued the cloaked alien,"there are prescript you have to comply, dampen them and risk penalisation. Rule 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the speaker system. She was looking instead at Robert. Her psyche was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of anger and confusion. Robert's expression didn't change. The phone of the whip slicing through the air got her aid. The verbalizer was standing right in front of her."Do you sympathize the planetary house rules"
A look of helpless confusedness was all Kristen could contend
The block out man grabbed the bound girl by the chin and loosened the strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few minute to spit the gag out.
"Do you empathise the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? Henry M. Robert WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The masked man shoved the ball gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more sentence, do you sympathize the principle ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU shit ! ! ! You just let me go. People will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The cloak man shoved the clod gag back into the little girl mouth, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. James Maitland Stewart. Let's clear some things up. nonentity is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at to the lowest degree a workweek. You were kind enough to cancel all of your appointments for the adjacent 7 Day, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. drum sander, he received a text shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his numeral. You even issued a instruction on your twitter page announcing the termination of your relationship and a very devout apology to his family and your rooter. In short, nobody will be looking for you for a spell. At this time you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the sign rules, it is clean-cut you did not listen them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. number 1 principle is that you will call me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turn and used foul language ”. The masked man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you numeration, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should allot with the penalty ”, said the masked man as he handed Henry M. Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a prospect to object, her head was forced down on the ground. She was still on her knees. With her hand tied and her butt straight up in the air, the lady friend was the very definition of vulnerability. The first thrash came without warning. The pain across her arse cheek was sudden and penetrative. Kristen let out an agonize and prolonged scream.
The shock was quickly followed by fear and an impend feeling of doom.
The second strike of the whiplash was as shocking as the first. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The third gear strike of the whip sent an echo across the little room. The pain similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her spine and throughout the rest of her contorted organic structure. Kristen could not consider or understand what was happening to her. Her pharynx became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer weakness she was experiencing, or the panic that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the painfulness. Whatever the understanding, Kristen was in tear and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the whiplash struck her defencelessly ass for the 4th time. sentence seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the floor with no strength or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whip for the 5th time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could herald through her egg gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a serenity response from behind her. This was the first off prison term that Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in forepart of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting position
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my trust ! You have caused me incredible bother ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Robert. This was the first sentence she has seen such rage.
The room was once again still. Only two sounds filled the storage room were the small whimpers and sobs that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's fuzz and walked behind her. Kristen heard his gasp being unzipped. This was her only word of advice before she felt Roberts phallus poking inside her. Kristen let out a short yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a working girl"Henry M. Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's hair again. Kristen's back was arched in a painful manner. The web of ropes that surrounded her torso and kept her hired hand in a reverse prayer position only made it unfit. Robert gave his hips one powerful poking. Pain scene through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her munition. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nil of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's time was punctuated by a stiff pelvic thrust. Each thrust brought on more screams. The screams seemed to feed Henry M. Robert's lecherousness. The poking became more regular and sponsor. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain in the ass. The agonized screams were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her suffering was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The feeling of desperation filled her with panic. She was once again bawling. Her ball gag prevented her from swallowing. As a solution she was drooling uncontrollably. In short, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new whiz soon washed over her ; foreplay. As Henry M. Robert continued to make out her, she felt her loins dandy."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in agony. Not only was she bound, helpless and clapperclaw, but now her own physical structure started to cheat on her.
Each thrust sent a wave through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of pain sensation or pleasure, the pitiable girl could no longer differentiate. The warm sensation spread from her loin to the sleep of her trunk. Her nous was racing, her mass became cloudy. She was doing everything to forbid the seemingly inevitable climax. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Henry Martyn Robert tensed up, gave one last driving force, grunted and released his load inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily falloff over on top of her leaping contour. She then felt him express himself from inside her. Her torso was still in excruciation. The pain was slowly fading and so was the feeling of arousal. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Henry M. Robert pulled on his pants and started to take the air out of the way.
"shuffling sure she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The dissemble man took out more Mexican valium. One end of the rope was passed through the loop on the ceiling and attached to a pulley block on the face of the wall. The masked man used the former end to tie yet another greyback behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's leap form. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the floor. As the R-2 pulled her high, she once again felt the botheration in her lower spinal column and articulatio humeri. Kristen struggled to her ft, but her capturer continued to extract up on the rope. Soon Kristen was forced to suffer on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her capturer finally stopped pulling up the forget me drug, Kristen could barely pertain the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her dorsum, subdivision and shoulder was excruciating.
"Try not to be active, Ms. Stewart"said the masked man,"movement will only take a leak the bother risky"
The man walked out of the room. The sparkle went off. The heavy metal room access clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with aught but her pain to keep her ship's company. The whine and sobs filled the empty space.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Henry Martyn Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The filmdom showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her ventilation was panicked. Her physical structure wring. Her eyes portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the first fourth dimension I have done this"rebuked Mr. Ian Douglas Smith"I am not in the business of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. James Maitland Stewart will still be able to function in her normal environment. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still take the air the red carpeting. She will do all the things she has done before. The only when thing that will change will be her psychology ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the process and I need you to do exactly as I say. capital of Sweden syndrome is quite easy to bring on if you know the mighty button to push. Ms. Stewart has to go submissive to you. She has to be drug-addicted on you. You need to make this human relationship strictly about rewards and punishments. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terminus. This is uncomplicated mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to learn to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely athirst by now. convey her food in about an minute. get to her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her psyche was completely concentrated on the pain. She was fighting to continue her consciousness. The pain was overwhelming. She was beginning to lose her engagement.
The bedroom door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The rage in his optic was gone.
He put the two plates he brought with him on the floor and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted soundbox was lowered to the ground. Her legs could not declare her weight and collapse under her. Robert untied the knot responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please stay silent."
The ballock was removed. Her jaw ached, her oral cavity was parched. Robert offered her a glass of water and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be hungry"said Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Truth was, she was very hungry. Her breakfast was little and she had zilch to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just speech, Kristen. natural process talk louder. show me just how thankful you are"replied Henry M. Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Robert unzipped his pants and let his engorged penis fall out."No dentition now ”, he warned.
Kristen's eyes bulged at the vision of his phallus. She has never performed a blowjob. The very cerebration of it disgusted her. Kristen started to bumble and shake her head
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the cheek startled and shook Kristen. The little girl's buttock was stinging from the impact.
"You thankless bitch !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the nut gag back into her mouth and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more will to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the sleeping accommodation and closed the room access. Kristen once again found herself in the wickedness. She was no longer suspended above the base. As long as she did not struggle against her chemical bond, she did not find the pain. But without the bother, her other senses were once again working. Within 10 min the sensory faculty of hunger was unbearable. She could crawl right-hand next to the food bowl, but het gag did not let her manducate or take back. The smell filled her nostril and made the sensation even more intense. This was a different form of torture.
The hr seemed almost like an eternity. The door opened once again. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you make to express your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her headway desperately and moaned through the gag. Henry Martyn Robert took his time undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the Ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another slap across the grimace shut Kristen up.
"You will call me skipper, and you will beg me to allow you to screw up me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"commodity, now be a good sporting lady and beg"
A air mile started to form in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your dick ?"
Robert unzipped his pant and let his dick hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her knees toward the waiting Robert. She kept her eyes on the now bulging appendage, hesitant to get close to it. The cerebration of putting that thing in her sass was almost cast inducing.
"Perhaps you would like hold another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head toward the penis, hesitating just a little before taking it in her rima oris. She encircled the beam of light with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Robert rolled his eyes."Don't permissive waste my time, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a little more pressure with her lips and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her lingua. She wanted goose egg to do with it and she was determined not to let it disturb the interior of her mouth.
Henry Martyn Robert lost longanimity and grabbed the spinal column of Kristen's scalp, shoving her headway forward and forcing his dick late inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a frightened yelp, then started to contend against Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, lady of pleasure, I will whip you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to maintain her jaw opened. But she could not avail but struggle against Henry Martyn Robert's grip. His shaft was moving in and out of her throat, making it punishing to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to turn over Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was pore on her breathing, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his sexual climax. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Robert's hot ejaculate. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's pass so he could look into her middle. The sperm cell was starting to drip out of her oral fissure.
"Swallow it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to throw up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare spit it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the urge to throw up. It took several more drink. While she managed to keep it down, she could not talk through one's hat the expression of disgust that washed over her face. That construction seemed to move over Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the silver bowl of intellectual nourishment in figurehead of her.
He started to take the air out of the room.
"Master…. can you please loosen my arms"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Henry Martyn Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the bitch that you are. Do you realise that ?"
Kristen knew estimable than to indicate with him.
The Heavy threshold closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the night. She was tied up and hunched over on her knee joint. Eating out of a pooch trough was yet another humiliation, but one that she was willing to live with. She shoved her lip deep in to the bowling ball. By the time she was done, the arena was licked plumb. So was the floor where the stray bits of food fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her slope. The concrete floor was hard and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even tears were no recollective an choice. She curled herself in the fetal position. Her teeth chattered and her body shook from the frigidity. Eventually debilitation won over and she passed out.
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When the sound of the door opening and the bright lights woke her, she did not acknowledge where she was. She was hoping that the horrors of the night before were just a bad aspiration. When she managed to open her eyes, she fell into despair once again.
Her organic structure ached all over. Her butt brass still stung rom the whipping. Her kitty-cat felt sore from the ravishment. She could barely feel her hand.
Henry Martyn Robert and the disguise man entered the room.
"Mr. Ian Douglas Smith is going to loosen you, but only if you promise to carry yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to verbalize, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her hear instead. Mr. John Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Robert approached the girl with a feeding bottle of water and some wet wipes.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Robert started cleaning her face with the wipes. Kristen was a sight. Her whisker was disheveled, dried crying, saliva and bits of food covered her face.
Robert was very aristocratic with her. This was not the Same man that raped her the night before.
"I never really cared for your make-up or your churl expression, you know"he said casually, brushing her recollective, reddish brown hair,"You are a instinctive beauty. You should not obliterate your lineament ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other brake shoe to drop-off. She tried to look calm, but her nous was screaming, panicking.
Mr. smith undid her attachment. Kristen was capable to move her workforce for the maiden clock time in many hours. She gasped as pain in the ass snap through her arms. It would engage a while to regain their wide mobility.
Mr. Smith turned away from her, putting the rope 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 complimentary. Moreover, the punishing threshold was open and unobstructed. The whole process took only a few seconds, but Kristen decided to take a crap a run for it.
Her legs were sore and painful. Her sense of proportion was off and she was still exhausted from final stage nighttime's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the doorway. She stumbled several prison term before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the step. Her judgement was racing. She was afraid to look back. She just kept on going. After climbing the stairs for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a room access. She pulled on the handgrip, but the room access would not feed. She pounded on the door, she screamed for helper, but nothing helped. Whatever military capability carried her up the stairs was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the door and started crying. She hugged her human knee and rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few proceedings later she heard the stride coming from below. The stride were deliberate, wanting urgency or panic. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, saturation 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 bend ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her rent flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Henry M. Robert grabbed a handful of Kristen's hairsbreadth and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to behave and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to hope you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stairs by her scalp. Kristen continued to throttle on her own bastard, grabbing at the rampart to keep her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing whore. I extended you a piddling kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to entrust you ever again ?"
When they reached the sleeping room, Henry M. Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable motherfucker
"word, Kristen, just Bible ! Your actions speak otherwise !"gaiter out Robert.
He then addressed to the dissemble man ;"Mr. Ian Douglas Smith, the whore 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 wrists together then did the same to her cubitus. He then tied a prospicient piece of forget me drug to Kristen's articulatio radiocarpea and hooked the other end on the cap pulley. He pulled the rope tight enough to raise the daughter's radiocarpal joint as high as her shoulders, but allowed Kristen to continue to stand up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 base hanker metal pole with shoulder strap 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 supporting players. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the mentum."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. Whip in hand, he took a lilt at Kristen's trunk. Kristen let out an agonise screaming. A big red welt started to come out across her abdomen. Another swing of the whip, another loud screech, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whips across the venter, Robert walked behind the lady friend and started whipping her back. more screams followed.
"The first 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front line of Kristen once more. His side by side swing was aimed squarely at her bosom. The pain was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The next 10 are for trying to escape ”. The lash continued to scourge Kristen's breast, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipples. By the clip 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 weights to them. Each system of weights was the size of a golf game musket ball and count thrice as lots. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to stimulate them. Kristen let out a tatty squeals. When the pap clamp were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moans grew louder."Remember,"said Henry M. Robert,"action at law have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girl. A immediate unzipping speech sound and she was skewered by Henry Martyn Robert's penis.
His thrusts were light and quick. The waves of pleasure pulsed from her pussy to the residual of her body. Meanwhile the sharp pain from the mammilla clamps radiated through her thorax. The salmagundi of pain and pleasance confused Kristen and sent her body reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not understand how she was getting off from rape, but it was the realness. The poor girl tried to crush the orgasm but nothing worked. Her breath became frequent and shallow. Her organic structure started to go into convulsions. sweat rolled down her edge limbs.
She was nearing release and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her head. nix worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic screaming. Soon after she heard Robert's pleasurable screaming. For a while the room was filled with speech sound of heavy external respiration. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his phallus still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juices and sperm.
"Time to cleanse it off"he said before sticking his dick in her mouth. The annulus gag made it impossible to act her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"slug it off, Bitch"Henry Martyn Robert said as he inserted his member deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her Charles Herbert Best to work it, but the gook just stayed in her oral fissure.
It took half an hour to lick it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a lash. He brushed it up against Kristen's face. A sadistic feel washed over his face.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did have one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to have one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her body starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not shit, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Robert walked around Kristen's edge frame. Whipped her 5 fourth dimension, cilium coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to scream.
"Now, you will stand there for a patch and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to authorize out or fall asleep. You will slip your articulatio humeri if you do."said Henry M. Robert as he walked out of the elbow room. The heavy threshold slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the dark. She hated the shadow. There was nothing but pain in the ass in the darkness. The nipple clinch still tugged at her sore nipple. The ring gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the taste of her own vaginal juices in her oral cavity. She did not desire 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 hanker it took for Robert to come back. When he did, he brought food and water with him.
"Have you learned your deterrent example, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her head affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her head no.
"That's my girl"said Henry Martyn Robert, petting her on the back of her head and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the gang gag. Kristen managed to cream her dried rim. He untied her wrists from the roof circle and undid the straps separating her ankle. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry lips.
She did not take any admonisher to sleep together what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please suck in your tool"
Henry M. Robert smiled and took off his pants. Kristen knew what to do. She took his sock in her mouth like an ice cream cone cell. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her mouth. She swallowed it as far as her pharynx would allow.
When she felt the gumshoe start to pulse, she redoubled her attempt. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Robert's light beam clean and jerk.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a mantle.
"This is for being a dear girl. Now, Eat. We have a long day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that dental plate clean and jerk. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrist joint and articulatio humeri were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would give been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to resist. She has given up trying to fight back. almost of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering ignitor woke Kristen up. Her body ached all over. Her labia, her cigarette cheeks and her tit all stung from the day before. Still, her heart fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the room. She was determined to obey him this clock time. Whether it was out of fear or genuine warmness, she did not know. Much like her reaction to pleasure and pain in the utmost 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to strip her face and brush her tomentum while Mr. Kate Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your prick now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, steady"said Henry Martyn Robert. His timbre was calm and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, professional"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she think of it ? Kristen was not sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to prove it, wouldn't you ?"Henry M. Robert continued
"Yes, Master"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them irritating. I want you to recognize 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 bonk what to trust anymore.
Robert took out a pair of handlock and secured Kristen's hand behind her back."goodness, now, sop up 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 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 beatnik."sucking my egg, slave"
Kristen complied without interrogation. Taking the poke in her sassing, she proceeded to massage it with her tongue and lips. She sucked the balls clean, filling her mouth with their salty taste. This was just to nullify punishment, she told herself. But somewhere mysterious inside she began to like these nasty games.
"Good girl."Robert decided this was decent pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her feet. It was then that the girl noticed a retentive Mexican valium running across the room. mi were tied all along the length of the rope. Rope was set about waistline high.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her head. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Bessie Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Captain John Smith took out a clump gag, nipple clamps and 2 sets of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weight to Kristen's mammilla. He then directed Kristen toward the rope. He helped her swing one of her legs over the R-2. He then made sure that Kristen's slit lips were hugging the rope.
Henry M. Robert stood on the other side of the rope.
"This is a trustingness practice session, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll call for off a piece of gear. embark on when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the infliction as soon as she started moving. She had to stand up on her toes to keep the roofy from digging in too deep, but that did not help much. The R-2 was still rubbing up against her twat.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
Going fasting was the stopping point affair Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the showtime slub. Kristen could not aid but let out an agonized scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rophy was digging in to her kitty-cat. She had to force her pussy over the slub, clenching her jaw in the summons. 10 in further down the R-2 she had to suppress another knot. By the clip she reached Robert, Kristen was make to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her bollock gag."Very good. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll offset to pick out off the system of weights on the pap clams ”.
Kristen was ready to give up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine commitment to her capturer ? She did not bonk.
Kristen struggled over every mi, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her cognisance from the pain on a few social occasion. But she completed the oscillation not once, but four more fourth dimension. When Robert finally took her off the rophy, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, schoolmaster"she said as Robert
"On your knees"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the flock of the instrumental role but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? Do you require me to get you off ?
Word of God came out o her mouth before Kristen could even think them"Yes headmaster"
"Then you have to realise it. take in your hands utilitarian"
Kristen's script were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Henry Martyn Robert twisted one of her tits with his unassailable fingers."Stupid girl, you should know what I want !"
Using the other mitt he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His pants were still on.
"CVA it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his engorged member underneath his pants
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reinforcement. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussycat, shoved it in and turned it on.
Waves of pleasance started to ripple from her crotch to the residuum of her body. Kristen let out minuscule moan of pleasure.
"You like that, you little skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to grind against the vibrator. Her custody were still meddlesome rubbing his dick.
"Is it as sound as when Prince Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off safeguard, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another slopped wring and puff on her nipple elicited and loud gasp.
"Well, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The hand that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's whisker, pulling her head back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you enjoy this as much when Prince Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely confused about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's pussycat
Kristen, still on guard duty, let out a lowly 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 passe-partout"
A painful tinge of her mammilla made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little tart"Henry Martyn Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a someone new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"goodness, Kristen, good. You are finally being honest with me."
Henry M. Robert continued to stimulate Kristen's sex. She was getting Sir Thomas More and more aroused. Her breathing 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 maestro ”. Her heart pace was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to spread through her body. Her respiration was becoming more and More intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more than fervour. The Lapp fervor drove Kristen to rub Henry Martyn Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you have intercourse what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, skipper"
Henry M. Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are fresh than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A cheater, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her nipple one more time. Kristen threw her head back, repressing a screaming. It was still painful. But was she starting to like it ?
"A prostitute, master copy !"Kristen was moaning. Her lower jaw became pixilated. Rubbing herself ever harder against Henry M. Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, maestro ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Robert's hand that was rubbing her chest and pinching her nipples. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breasts were rising up and down dramatically. A facial expression 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 free"said Henry Martyn Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a working girl, Kristen."
"Yes, master copy"Kristen looked down, averting Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating whore like you ?"Robert continued
Another knot started creeping into Kristen's throat. language came out like a flood."Punish me, master. Spank me, lash me, do anything you want with me, master ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve punishment !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her fuzz, pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the wall.
"standstill STILL !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in awe. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the paries. Robert swung the whip and landed a vicious blow against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her mouth to call, but stifled it in the in conclusion second. She bent her knee joint from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another hard blow. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her hint and anticipating another blow. The blow came, even more terrible than the foremost. Her inning bent, and an agonised scream escaped her oral fissure. Red welts started to appear on her breasts. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 Thomas More blows came. Kristen suppressed her urge to scream, only occasionally letting out a whine. Despite the pain sensation, her teat were erect and her pussy was wet.
Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her quivering flesh. Kristen looked away, not wanting to encounter Robert's gaze. Henry Martyn Robert grabbed a fistful of her redress breast and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Bartholomew Roberts's fingerbreadth slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the exposed mammary. Kristen let out a groan. Her breasts were sore from the whipstitch. Her pelt seemed like it was on blast.
"Would you like me to halt ?"Robert asked gently
"No, superior"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Henry Martyn Robert grabbed the other boob, squeezing it in a similar manner. This sentence he bent down, took the nipple in the mouth and started licking the sore nipple. Another groan 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 down it. Robert bit down on the mamilla. Kristen screamed. Her hint was ragged.
"Do you desire me to hold on ?"
"No, master"
Robert eventually lost interest in her breast. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in social movement of Kristen's pussy.
"paste your legs"
Kristen complied without question. She realized just how let out she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Henry Martyn Robert extended his midsection finger and thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Robert continued to thrust, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not postulate long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out hanker erotic groan. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, gear up to drop off control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her pussy. external respiration raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Henry M. Robert a look of great frustration, but thought honorable about saying anything. Henry M. Robert only showed her his middle finger, one used to bring her so agonizingly close to an orgasm.
"poke it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the fingerbreadth, as if she would a penis. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Robert took off his pants. He grabbed Kristen's throat and squeezed. Kristen could not breathe. Pinning her to the bulwark, he thrust his putz trench in her vagina. Kristen would birth screamed, had she been able to respire. Robert lifted Kristen off the ground with the powerful poke of his pelvic arch. One, two, three impregnable, moot thrusting was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, shock and pleasance shooting through their dead body. Robert let go of Kristen's pharynx. The Benjamin Rush of blood back into her head only doubled the orgasmic sentiency. Kristen took a abstruse breath and let out a several long, titillating moans. Her body went limp from the pleasurable rush. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and second joint. It took her almost 30 seconds to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the miserable young woman over to her cover and laying her down on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional moan escaping her throat. She was laying hitch on the floor, strands of hair obscuring her face. Her small, turn breasts were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the threshold, picking up pieces of paraphernalia on the way out.
"master copy, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Henry M. Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few time of day. Get some rest"
"superior, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to rationalize !"
Henry M. Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprisal in his voice.
"I am sad I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so good to me. You were the perfect tense beau. I just knew that you were going to suggest to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more emotional. Every condemnation was filled with more than and more hysterics. She was getting to the verge of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my heart. But I was scared that my life was ending. I wanted to be wild and free. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
Tears started to look in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and blue. Oh, GOD, Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to hurt 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 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 words than these."Yes master, with all my pith ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you sympathise ?"
Kristen nodded, tears running down her case."Yes, master ”.
As the heavy threshold closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the dark. She hated the dark. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nothing more than to be with her schoolmaster. She fell asleep, crying. Her sobs eventually melted away into deep sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar speech sound of the opening doorway. Henry Martyn Robert entered the room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a grin.
Robert went through his normal routine without saying a work. He brushed her hair and wiped her naked body down with wet material. Kristen was trying to look into his eye, to find a clue to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even more than nonplus when, upon finishing the hygiene bit, Robert produced a lowly key and unlocked her handcuff. Kristen rubbed her sore wrist joint, not knowing what to make of it all. He tossed some clothes in straw man of her."Put these on and fill me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the skinny jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her home. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another life, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the step. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt stranger to her. So was the feeling of ambulating under her own power. She went through the heavy doorway way and up the stairs. She reached the 2nd doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This clip the door was open all-encompassing. She climbed some more steps and reached the top. She saw Henry M. Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with glasses."Is that the circle skipper ?"she thought.
"I am almost done striver. Sit by me"Henry Martyn Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now commemorate, the summons is not complete"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to have got progressed very well. Follow my program line to the varsity letter and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a rundown street through a tinted windowpane. She has not seen the out of doors human beings for days. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Robert shook the man's hired hand and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"semen, slave. We have a lot to talk about"
"Yes, original ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one last favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the same roofy as one Michael Bay. If you could give him my card and tell apart him that I could solve his Megan Fox problem, I would be a good deal obliged."
A week later the Hollywood spiritualist broke the story :"Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Smith saw a familiar face on TV and turned up the volume"I was stupid and selfish. I made a Brobdingnagian mistake. Robert was kind enough to convey me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The medium hailed it as a taradiddle of redemption, of love surviving the ultimate test. Only a trained eye could see the true story : Ms. Stewart's posture when she sat future to Mr. Pattison, the submissive manner in which she addressed him on camera, the immediate looks she gave Robert while silently seeking permission to speak to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad girl, was completely dominated, slavish to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm industriousness, smith speechmaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's unspoiled to talk to you. Sure, coming together on Midweek will be just fine…"

Until succeeding time… .