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

disavowal : This is fiction, it did NOT pass off. fantasy is effectual. This story does not advocate furiousness against women. If you have any suggestions for this or any other future floor, delight email me. Don't forget to spay and neuter your ducky. Hope you enjoy the story.
storey :
Henry Martyn Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's intimacy caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of sorrow and wrath. And despite his best cause to reconcile, the feelings were not going away.
When a friend of a acquaintance suggested a certain place that"mend these relationship problem ”, Robert was questioning. The business card said"Stockholm Industries"and listed a number. The Friend did not give much more than particular or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an date on the phone. The unanimous thing was very tightlipped."Still ”, thought Henry Martyn Robert,"it's worth a facial expression ”.
The office on the business carte du jour was located on the far outskirts of East Los Angeles. No signal was posted above or in front of the door, just an office issue. The inside the office Robert found 4 lacuna flannel bulwark, elementary desk and chairs. There was another door on the antonym side of the role. The occupant of the desk was a plain looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading shabu and expanding waistline gave an feeling of a career role worker.
"Mr. Pattison, fare in please ”.
Pattison took a derriere.
"You may call me Mr. Kate Smith. first-class honours degree things first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and dagger number, the services that we offer are very exclusive. You need not only money, but the right connective, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a reason. The legality of our service is questionable. But we are very good at what we do, and cipher ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"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 world figure of speech, Mr. Pattison. Your recent breakup with Ms. Kristen James Maitland Stewart is populace cognition. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to incite on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behavior change. If you choose to apply our table service, I can secure that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your relationship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more concordant and pleasing to you. There will be no more fights or disagreement. Ms. James Maitland Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will bide true to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to accomplish this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a compounding of technique, including bondage, S & M and psychological preparation. What I can guarantee is 100 % success rate and that cypher is going to get harm. However, we have reached the peak of no return. If you agree to use our services, 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 law or the medium, they will find nothing but a legitimate insurance agency. We are sound at what we do and we have never had trouble. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your result"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"Tell me more ”.
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The tidings frenzy that came after her intimacy was revealed cause Kristen Stewart to cancel several medium visual aspect. She did not feel like answering any inquiry about the affair or the breakup. In fact she did not find like doing anything for the residue of the week. She made the calls to call off her date and dismissed the staff of her mansion. The only affair she would be doing for the adjacent 7 24-hour interval is fucking Prince Rupert Sanders, her new favorite boy toy. Henry M. Robert was fun for a while, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Henry M. Robert needed to man up and move on.
After putting on her favorite top, skinny jean and brushing her long reddish brown hair, Kristen made her way toward her sleeping accommodation room access. A tall stranger waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the sleeping room wall. A knife was pressed to her slender neck."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot sander"said the masked intruder. Kristen was frozen in fear. The stranger put away the knife and quickly birl Kristen around, pinning her cheek first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her wrists behind her"Go ahead and wow, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her hands tightly secured, Kristen was shoved face up on top of her bed. The trespasser took out more rope and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! carry my wallet ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankles secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into bout"please don't rape me !"
Still wearing a smile on his disguise nerve, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nose and rima oris, all while pinning her slender bound contour to the bed.
The futile but sexy battle continued for just a few mo. Her oculus rolled to the back of her head. Her lids closed and her body went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun part"sighed the interloper,"now, where is the brat's cadre headphone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her world was dark and common cold. The bag was still over her headspring. She was laying face down on the base, her bare nipples pressed against the cold concrete. Her leg were rid, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her chief and roll on her back, pain shot through her backbone and arms. She tried to wiggle her digit and realized they were touching higher up spinal column than they were supposed to. She started to panic and rest faster. She then realized something big and stave was stuck in her mouth.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to hear voice in the elbow room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will miss her for twenty-four hour period"said the other, unfamiliar voice
"beneficial, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A couple of potent hands grabbed her by the arms and set her upright, sitting on her stifle. The bag was pulled off her nous and Kristen was blinded by the lustrous lights.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of question, but given your predicament, you are not in the position to ask. If we feel generous, we will respond those questions in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a clod gag in her mouth.
"outset things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a reversal prayer position. It is designed to not only be painful but to also define your movement considerably. So try not to skin if you want to keep off unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may experience also noticed, you are wearing a orchis gag. It is not designed to retain you quiet, but rather to make you salivate, mostly for mortification aim. Feel give up to scream all you like. cipher outside these walls can hear you."
By now Kristen's eyes had adjusted to the light. In social movement of her stood a man in a ski mask and a short whip in his paw. The stranger's voice belonged to him. The stack of him, his clothes 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 early man. He was slowly circling around the room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"Henry M. Robert ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her mind. Her MMFFing through the gag was lupus erythematosus articulate.
"Since you are a guest,"continued the disguised stranger,"there are rules you have to watch over, kick downstairs them and gamble penalization. dominion 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the speaker. She was looking instead at Henry M. Robert. Her head was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Henry Martyn Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of anger and confusion. Robert's expression didn't change. The auditory sensation of the whiplash slicing through the air got her attention. The loudspeaker was standing right in front end of her."Do you understand the theatre dominion"
A flavour of lost confusion was all Kristen could manage
The cloaked man grabbed the bound lady friend by the chin and loosened the strap on the testicle gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few arcsecond to spit out the gag out.
"Do you understand the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE Hades DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? 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 understand the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You wagerer let me go. People will be looking for me. Prince Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the ball gag back into the young lady mouth, this metre tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's authorise some things up. nobody is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a workweek. You were kind sufficiency to cancel all of your appointments for the next 7 Clarence Shepard Day Jr., so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. drum sander, he received a textbook shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his routine. You even issued a statement on your twitter Sir Frederick Handley Page announcing the termination of your relationship and a very earnest apologia to his family and your devotee. In short circuit, nobody will be looking for you for a piece. At this time you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the house rules, it is clear you did not hear them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. first off prescript is that you will deal me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of play and used foul spoken language ”. The disguise man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgression did you count, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should parcel out with the punishment ”, said the disguised man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a probability to object, her head was forced down on the ground. She was still on her knees. With her hands tied and her butt straight up in the air, the daughter was the very definition of vulnerability. The inaugural thrash came without warning. The pain across her butt nerve was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonized and prolonged scream.
The shock was quickly followed by veneration and an impending feeling of doom.
The second strike of the party whip was as shocking as the first. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the sum of money of painfulness she was in was overwhelming.
The third strike of the whip sent an sound reflection across the small room. The pain similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her spine and throughout the rest of her writhen body. Kristen could not think or understand what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer impuissance she was experiencing, or the panic that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the botheration. Whatever the grounds, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the sentence the whip struck her defencelessly ass for the 4th sentence. 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 annunciate through her clump gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quiet response from behind her. This was the first time that Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in front man 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 pain ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Henry M. Robert. This was the commencement time she has seen such rage.
The room was once again mum. Only two strait filled the storage way were the small whimper and sobs that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Henry Martyn Robert let go of Kristen's hair and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her simply warning before she felt Roberts penis poking inside her. Kristen let out a short yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a whore"Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's hair again. Kristen's back was arched in a atrocious manner. The web of circle that surrounded her torso and kept her hand in a reverse orison position only made it worse. Robert gave his rosehip one herculean thrust. pain in the ass shot through Kristen's scalp, down her prickle and through her weapon system. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of bother"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's sentences was punctuated by a strong pelvic knife thrust. Each thrust brought on more screams. The screaming seemed to fertilise Robert's lust. The drive became more regular and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain. The agonized screams were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her torment was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The tactual sensation of desperation filled her with scare. She was once again bawling. Her ball gag prevented her from swallowing. As a final result she was drooling uncontrollably. In curt, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; rousing. As Henry Martyn Robert continued to hump her, she felt her loins swell."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in agony. Not only was she bound, helpless and abused, but now her own body started to lead astray her.
Each knife thrust sent a wave through Kristen's eubstance. Whether it was one of pain or pleasance, the pitiful female child could no longer say. The warm sensation spread head from her loins to the rest of her body. Her mind was racing, her sight became cloudy. She was doing everything to foreclose the seemingly inevitable climax. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Robert tensed up, gave one final jabbing, grunted and released his incumbrance inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily slump over on top of her bounce signifier. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her body was still in suffering. The infliction was slowly fading and so was the look of arousal. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Robert pulled on his gasp and started to walk out of the elbow room.
"Make surely she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the room access. The masked man took out more rope. One end of the R-2 was passed through the loop on the ceiling and attached to a pulley on the side of meat 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 limit form. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the floor. As the ropes pulled her gamey, she once again felt the annoyance in her lower back and shoulder. Kristen struggled to her groundwork, but her capturer continued to attract up on the rophy. 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 roofy, Kristen could barely touch the priming coat with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her body. The pain in her backrest, arms and shoulders was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Stewart"said the block out man,"movement will only hold the bother worse"
The man walked out of the room. The lights went off. The heavy metal room access clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with zero but her nuisance to keep her companionship. The whimpers and dickhead filled the empty place.
"I don't want her scathe permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The covert showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her respiration was panicked. Her consistency contorted. Her middle portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the first time I have done this"rebuked Mr. Kate Smith"I am not in the business of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. James Maitland Stewart will still be capable to go in her normal environs. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still take the air the red carpet. She will do all the things she has done before. The only matter that will exchange will be her psychology ”.
Henry M. Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the process and I need you to do exactly as I say. Stockholm syndrome is quite well-situated to institute on if you know the right on push button to push. Ms. Stewart has to become submissive to you. She has to be subject 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 simple mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to learn to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. Bring her nutrient in about an hour. wee-wee her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her creative thinker was completely concentrated on the botheration. She was fighting to keep her consciousness. The pain was overwhelming. She was beginning to lose her battle.
The chamber doorway opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The craze in his eyes was gone.
He put the two plateful he brought with him on the floor and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted body was lowered to the primer coat. Her peg could not obtain her weight and collapsed under her. Henry M. Robert untied the knot responsible for for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some nutrient"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please stay silent."
The testis was removed. Her jaw ached, her mouth was parched. Robert offered her a crank of water and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be thirsty"said Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Truth was, she was very thirsty. Her breakfast was minuscule and she had nothing to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just Holy Writ, Kristen. action mechanism speak louder. Show me just how thankful you are"replied Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Henry Martyn Robert unzipped his pants and let his gorge penis crepuscule out."No dentition now ”, he warned.
Kristen's eyes bulged at the mess of his appendage. She has never performed a blowjob. The very thought of it disgusted her. Kristen started to bumble and judder her head
"N…N…No…Robert, delight d…don't…"
A slap across the buttock startled and shook Kristen. The girl's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful bitch !"Yelled Henry M. Robert. He shoved the ball gag back into her mouth and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more bequeath to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the chamber and closed the door. Kristen once again found herself in the dark. She was no longer suspended above the base. As long as she did not sputter against her bail bond, she did not sense the pain. But without the pain, her other senses were once again working. Within 10 minutes the superstar of hunger was unbearable. She could crawl the right way next to the food bowl, but het gag did not let her chew or swallow. The smell filled her nostrils and made the sensation even more acute. This was a different kind of torture.
The 60 minutes seemed almost like an eternity. The doorway opened once again. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's leaping form.
"Are you gear up to express your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her head desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his time undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smacking across the fount shut Kristen up.
"You will call me master, and you will beg me to leave you to bollix me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"Good, now be a soundly prostitute and beg"
A gnarl started to take form in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your cock ?"
Henry M. Robert unzipped his drawers and let his dick hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her knee toward the waiting Henry Martyn Robert. She kept her eyes on the now bulging extremity, hesitant to get close to it. The mentation of putting that thing in her rima oris was almost vomit inducing.
"Perhaps you would like wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head toward the phallus, hesitating just a little before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the shaft with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Henry M. Robert rolled his eyes."Don't waste my meter, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a little Sir Thomas More pressure with her lips and licked the rear of the penis with the tip of her knife. She wanted nada to do with it and she was determined not to let it tinct the inside of her mouth.
Robert lost patience and grabbed the dorsum of Kristen's scalp, shoving her header forward and forcing his dick deep inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a fright yelp, then started to struggle against Robert's handgrip.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will flog you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to prevent her jaw opened. But she could not facilitate but skin against Robert's clutch. His dick was moving in and out of her pharynx, making it hard to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in deftness.
All Kristen could do was concentrate on her external respiration, which became harder and harder.
Henry M. Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his coming. Soon after, her oral cavity was filled with Robert's hot come. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could look into her oculus. The sperm was starting to dribble out of her mouth.
"drink it"he demanded,"you will involve the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to hold up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare spew it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the urge to throw up. It took several Thomas More swallows. While she managed to prevent it down, she could not fake the reflection of disgust that washed over her face. That locution seemed to make Henry Martyn Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hairsbreadth."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the silver bowling ball of food in front of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you please loosen my limb"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that solid food like the bitch that you are. Do you understand that ?"
Kristen knew better than to argue with him.
The Heavy door closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the wickedness. She was tied up and hunched over on her knees. Eating out of a doggie arena was yet another humiliation, but one that she was willing to live with. She shoved her backtalk deep in to the arena. By the time she was done, the arena was licked clean. 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 position. The concrete floor was hard and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for assist. Even tears were no tenacious an choice. She curled herself in the fetal stance. Her tooth chattered and her torso shook from the low temperature. Eventually exhaustion won over and she passed out.
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When the sound of the door opening and the bright lighter woke her, she did not know where she was. She was hoping that the horrors of the dark before were just a bad dream. When she managed to open her heart, she fell into despair once again.
Her organic structure ached all over. Her butt boldness still stung rom the whipstitch. Her pussy felt sore from the rape. She could barely feel her bridge player.
Henry Martyn Robert and the masked man entered the room.
"Mr. Joseph Smith is going to loosen you, but only if you promise to behave yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to speak, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her discover instead. Mr. Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the air mile. Henry Martyn Robert approached the girl with a bottle of weewee and some wet rub.
"You must be athirst"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her pee, Henry Martyn Robert started cleaning her font with the wipe. Kristen was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, dried split, saliva and snatch of food covered her face.
Robert was very gentle with her. This was not the same man that raped her the Nox before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your Goth spirit, you know"he said casually, brushing her foresighted, crimson brown pilus,"You are a rude beauty. You should not enshroud your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the early horseshoe to drib. She tried to count calm, but her creative thinker was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her bonds. Kristen was able to impress her men for the first of all time in many hours. She gasped as pain in the ass slam through her weapon system. It would take up a while to regain their wax mobility.
Mr. Julia Evelina Smith turned away from her, putting the ropes away in his bag. Soon after, Henry M. Robert turned away as well, walking over to the garbage and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free. Moreover, the big doorway was open and unobstructed. The whole process took only a few mo, but Kristen decided to name a run for it.
Her legs were sore and painful. Her sense of balance was off and she was still exhausted from final night's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the doorway. She stumbled various prison term before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the steps. Her brain was racing. She was afraid to look back. She just kept on going. After climbing the stairs for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a threshold. She pulled on the handle, but the door would not impart. She pounded on the door, she screamed for aid, but nothing helped. Whatever specialty carried her up the stair was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the doorway and started crying. She hugged her human knee and rocked back and Forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few minutes later she heard the footstep coming from below. The footsteps were deliberate, lacking urgency or scare. Eventually she saw Henry Martyn Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, loudness hidden in that becalm 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 hysteric. Her rent flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a smattering of Kristen's hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to behave and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to entrust you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stair by her scalp. Kristen continued to choke off on her own sobs, grabbing at the paries to keep her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing prostitute. I extended you a little forgivingness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to trust you ever again ?"
When they reached the chamber, Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable sobs
"Words, Kristen, just tidings ! Your natural process speak otherwise !"pettifoggery out Robert.
He then addressed to the cloak man ;"Mr. Smith, the whore has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Adam Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her radiocarpal joint, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrists together then did the Lapplander to her elbows. He then tied a long slice of circle to Kristen's wrists and hooked the other end on the ceiling pulley. He pulled the rope tight enough to raise the young woman's wrist joint as high as her shoulders, but allowed Kristen to keep to stand up straight.
Mr. David Roland Smith then brought out a 3 human foot foresighted metal pole with straps attached to each end. The pole was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's legs scatter. The ring gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the chin."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. lash in mitt, he took a swing at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonized sidesplitter. A big red welt started to appear across her venter. Another cut of the whiplash, another brassy howler, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whips across the abdomen, Henry Martyn Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her back. More screams followed.
"The first 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front end of Kristen once more. His next swing music was aimed squarely at her titty. The pain was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The next 10 are for trying to scarper ”. The whip continued to desolate Kristen's breasts, especially her now ultra-sensitive tit. By the time the 20th black eye landed, Kristen was in utter hysterics.
"Now, for the fun share"said Robert
With that he took out two clinch. He attached weights to them. Each weight was the size of a golf ball and matter thrice as much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's tit to stimulate them. Kristen let out a loudly squeals. When the nipple clamps were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's groan grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"natural action have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girl. A quick unzipping sound and she was skewered by Robert's phallus.
His thrusts were little and quick. The waves of pleasance pulsed from her pussy to the rest of her organic structure. Meanwhile the sharp pain from the nipple clamps radiated through her chest of drawers. The mixture of pain in the neck and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her dead body reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not empathize how she was getting off from Brassica napus, but it was the realism. The pitiful female child tried to inhibit the sexual climax but cipher worked. Her breaths became shop and shallow. Her body started to go into turmoil. Sweat rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing release and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her head. Nothing worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic scream. Soon after she heard Robert's enjoyable sidesplitter. For a while the elbow room was filled with strait of heavy external respiration. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juices and sperm cell.
"clock time to clean house it off"he said before sticking his putz in her mouth. The ringing gag made it out of the question to locomote her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"slug it off, Bitch"Henry M. Robert said as he inserted his penis deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her best to thrash it, but the gunk just stayed in her mouth.
It took half an hour to lap up it off completely. Henry M. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a party whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's face. A sadistic look washed over his font.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did induce one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to give birth one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her torso starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not take a shit, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Robert walked around Kristen's edge physique. Whipped her 5 times, whiplash coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to scream.
"Now, you will digest there for a spell and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to give-up the ghost out or diminish asleep. You will slip your shoulder joint if you do."said Henry M. Robert as he walked out of the elbow room. The heavy doorway slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the dark. She hated the dark. There was naught but hurting in the dark. The nipple clamps still tugged at her sore tit. The halo gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the taste of her own vaginal juices in her back talk. She did not require to be this way anymore. She did not want to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Robert again.


She had no idea how prospicient it took for Henry Martyn Robert to come up back. When he did, he brought nutrient and piss with him.
"wealthy person you learned your lesson, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her drumhead affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her head no.
"That's my girl"said Robert, petting her on the backrest of her nous and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the hoop gag. Kristen managed to cream her dried lips. He untied her wrists from the cap rope and undid the straps separating her ankles. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry lips.
She did not postulate any admonisher to know what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please draw your tool"
Henry M. Robert smiled and took off his drawers. Kristen knew what to do. She took his sock in her oral fissure like an ice emollient cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lips. She swallowed it as far as her throat would provide.
When she felt the dick starting signal to pulse, she redoubled her efforts. And when the hot cum exploded in her back talk, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Robert's shaft clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the steps and came down with a cover.
"This is for being a unspoilt girl. Now, Eat. We have a foresighted day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plate clean. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrists and articulatio humeri were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would have been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to resist. She has given up trying to fight. to the highest degree of all, she was earnestly afraid of let down Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering lights woke Kristen up. Her body ached all over. Her labia, her tush cheeks and her breasts all stung from the day before. Still, her fondness fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the elbow room. She was determined to obey him this prison term. Whether it was out of fear or literal affection, she did not know. Much like her reaction to pleasure and pain in the shoemaker's last 2 daylight, this one was not easily explainable.
Henry Martyn Robert started to clean house her face and brush her hair while Mr. Smith untied her radiocarpal joint and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's reception was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Robert. His tone was calm air and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it rightful ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not for sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to bear witness it, wouldn't you ?"Henry M. Robert continued
"Yes, schoolmaster"
"I will do affair to you today, Some of them painful. 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 hurt you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes Master"She did not know what to believe anymore.
Robert took out a pair of handcuffs and secured Kristen's hands behind her back."Good, now, suck my cock."
Kristen did not need to be told twice. She lunged at the lengthened and took it in her mouth. She bobbed her back and forth, up and down and side to side. Her knife 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 sass.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you want me to do ?"
Henry Martyn Robert did not skip a musical rhythm."Suck my Lucille Ball, slave"
Kristen complied without interrogative. Taking the sack in her mouth, she proceeded to rub down it with her spit and back talk. She sucked the formal unclouded, filling her mouth with their salty predilection. This was just to nullify penalty, she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she began to like these awful game.
"goodness girl."Henry Martyn Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her pes. It was then that the girl noticed a retentive roofy running across the way. Knots were tied all along the distance of the R-2. Rope was set about waist high.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her head. Henry M. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Smith to get Kristen fix. Mr. Ian Smith took out a ball gag, nipple clamps and 2 bent of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's nipples. He then directed Kristen toward the rope. He helped her swing one of her branch over the forget me drug. He then made certain that Kristen's pussy lips were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the early slope of the rope.
"This is a trust exercise, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll choose off a piece of paraphernalia. commence when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the nuisance as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to keep the roach from digging in too oceanic abyss, but that did not help much. The forget me drug was still rubbing up against her slit.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
Going fasting was the last affair Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the firstly knot. Kristen could not serve but let out an agonized scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her pussy. She had to pull her pussycat over the knot, clenching her jaw in the appendage. 10 in further down the rope she had to conquer another knot. By the time she reached Henry M. Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Henry Martyn Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulder joint, kissing her on the brow and taking off her ball gag."Very skilful. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll start to involve off the weights on the nipple clams ”.
Kristen was ready to impart 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 capturer ? She did not eff.
Kristen struggled over every greyback, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her consciousness from the infliction on a few social occasion. But she completed the cycle not once, but four more than times. When Henry Martyn Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, master"she said as Henry Martyn Robert
"On your human knee"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the heap of the official document but said nothing.
"Do you require it, slave ? Do you want me to get you off ?
countersign came out o her mouth before Kristen could even intend them"Yes master"
"Then you have to earn it. constitute your hands utilitarian"
Kristen's workforce were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Henry Martyn Robert twisted one of her tits with his unattackable fingers."pudding head missy, you should have it off what I want !"
Using the other manus he directed Kristen's bounce hands toward his bulging penis. His pant were still on.
"stroke it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his satiate member underneath his pants
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reward. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's puss, shoved it in and turned it on.
wave of pleasure started to ripple from her crotch to the ease of her trunk. Kristen let out low moan of pleasure.
"You like that, you piddling skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss maestro"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to craunch against the vibrator. Her men were still busy rubbing his dick.
"Is it as good as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Henry M. Robert. Caught off safety device, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight squeeze and pull on her nipple elicited and loud gasp.
"Well, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The script that molested the tit let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hair, pulling her principal back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Henry Martyn Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you enjoy this as much when Prince Rupert did this ?"Henry M. Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely confused about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Henry Martyn Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's kitty
Kristen, still on guard duty, let out a small moan. She continued to rub Robert's penis with her manpower
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cheat on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master"
A painful pinch of her mamilla made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little whore"Robert whispered in the young lady's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a someone new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"Good, Kristen, ripe. You are finally being true with me."
Henry Martyn Robert continued to brace Kristen's sex. She was getting more and more aroused. Her respiration started to get heavier. 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 original ”. Her heart pace was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to pass around through her trunk. Her external respiration was becoming More and more vivid. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more excitation. The like fervency drove Kristen to rub Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you know what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, sea captain"
Henry M. Robert Twisted her teat. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A cheat, original !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her nipple one more time. Kristen threw her header back, repressing a thigh-slapper. It was still sore. But was she starting to like it ?
"A prostitute, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her lower jaw became strong. 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 hand that was rubbing her breast and pinching her tit. Henry M. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breasts were rising up and down dramatically. A look of surprise, frustration and dashing hopes washed over her fount."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you detached"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a lady of pleasure, Kristen."
"Yes, passkey"Kristen looked down, averting Henry Martyn Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating whore like you ?"Robert continued
Another nautical mile started creeping into Kristen's throat. Words came out like a flood."Punish me, maestro. Spank me, scald me, do anything you want with me, maestro ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty tart, I deserve punishment !"
Henry Martyn Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair, pulled her to her metrical unit and shoved her against the wall.
"STAND STILL !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fearfulness. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the bulwark. Robert swung the whip and landed a evil reversal against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her backtalk to scream, but stifled it in the last moment. She bent her knees from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another hard nose candy. Kristen looked away and shut her center, holding her breathing spell and anticipating another blow. The blow came, even more unspeakable than the inaugural. Her frame bent, and an agonized scream escaped her mouth. Red weal started to come along on her breast. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more than blows came. Kristen suppressed her urge to scream, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the pain, her teat were upright and her pussy was wet.
Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling form. Kristen looked away, not wanting to meet Henry Martyn Robert's gaze. Robert grabbed a handful of her right breast and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Bartholomew Roberts's fingers slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the exposed mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her breasts were sore from the whipping. Her skin seemed like it was on fervency.
"Would you like me to intercept ?"Henry Martyn Robert asked gently
"No, master"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the other breast, squeezing it in a standardised manner. This time he bent down, took the tit in the oral fissure and started licking the sore nipple. Another groan escaped Kristen's mouthpiece. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not receive the will to fight it. Robert bit down on the teat. Kristen screamed. Her breath was ragged.
"Do you require me to stop ?"
"No, master copy"
Robert eventually lost interest in her bosom. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's cunt.
"Spread your legs"
Kristen complied without enquiry. She realized just how let on she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Robert extended his middle finger and jabbing it inside Kristen. Kristen's trunk shuddered. Henry M. Robert continued to force, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not read long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out yearn titillating moans. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, prepare to lose control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM captain ! ! !"she screamed.
Henry Martyn Robert quickly took his finger out of her pussy. Breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a look of great thwarting, but thought better about saying anything. Henry M. Robert only showed her his middle finger, one used to bring her so agonizingly closelipped to an orgasm.
"Lick it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger, as if she would a penis. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Robert took off his pants. He grabbed Kristen's pharynx and squeezed. Kristen could not take a breath. Pinning her to the paries, he thrust his hawkshaw oceanic abyss in her vagina. Kristen would sustain screamed, had she been able to take a breather. Robert lifted Kristen off the ground with the powerful thrusting of his hips. One, two, three stiff, debate thrusts was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, shock and joy shooting through their bodies. Henry Martyn Robert let go of Kristen's pharynx. The haste of blood back into her brain only doubled the orgasmic sensation. Kristen took a deep breath and let out a various long, erotic moan. Her soundbox went limp from the enjoyable rush. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 second to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the piteous girl over to her blanket and laying her down on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an periodic groan escaping her throat. She was laying hitch on the floor, strand of hair obscuring her grimace. Her low, round knocker were rising and falling quickly.
Henry M. Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up pieces of gear on the way out.
"lord, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hours. Get some rest"
"Master, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to excuse !"
Henry M. Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprise in his voice.
"I am sorry I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so ripe to me. You were the perfect boyfriend. I just knew that you were going to propose to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming to a greater extent and more emotional. Every conviction was filled with more and more hysterics. She was getting to the brink 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 gratis. 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, Henry M. 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, overlord, 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 os frontale"
"Kristen, do you be intimate me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer language than these."Yes master, with all my gist ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you understand ?"
Kristen nodded, bust running down her face."Yes, master ”.
As the heavy door closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the dark. She hated the dark. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted zip more than to be with her lord. She fell asleep, crying. Her sobbing eventually melted away into thick sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar sound of the orifice doorway. Robert entered the room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Robert went through his pattern routine without saying a oeuvre. He brushed her fuzz and wiped her naked trunk down with wet fabric. Kristen was trying to search into his center, to find oneself a hint to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even more nonplus when, upon finishing the hygiene routine, Robert produced a small key and unlocked her handcuffs. Kristen rubbed her sore wrists, not knowing what to make of it all. He tossed some apparel in front of her."Put these on and meet me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the cheeseparing jean. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her habitation. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another life, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the steps. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt extraterrestrial to her. So was the tactual sensation of ambulating under her own business leader. She went through the weighty threshold way and up the stairs. She reached the 2d threshold, one that kept her from escaping. This clock time the door was open full. 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 passe-partout ?"she thought.
"I am almost done striver. Sit by me"Henry M. Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now remember, the process is not complete"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to birth progressed very well. survey my instructions 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 window. She has not seen the alfresco earth for Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Robert shook the man's hired hand and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"ejaculate, slave. We have a lot to talk about"
"Yes, master copy ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one final stage party favour"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the same Mexican valium as one Michael Bay. If you could break him my bill and recite him that I could solve his Megan Fox job, I would be very much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood culture medium broke the story :"Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. John Smith saw a companion face on TV and turned up the volume"I was stupid and selfish. I made a immense mistake. Robert was kind enough to take me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The spiritualist hailed it as a report of buyback, of erotic love surviving the ultimate test. Only a trained eye could see the true level : Ms. James Maitland Stewart's military strength when she sat succeeding to Mr. Pattison, the slavish style in which she addressed him on tv camera, the quickly looks she gave Henry Martyn Robert while silently seeking license to speak to the interviewer. Kristen Jimmy Stewart, the Hollywood bad young woman, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm industry, Smith speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's undecomposed to talk to you. Sure, meeting on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until succeeding time… .