renown Trainers : Kristen Stewart
computer code : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,

Disclaimer : This is fiction, it did NOT happen. illusion is sound. This fib does not advocate fierceness against woman. If you have any suggestions for this or any other futurity story, please email me. Don't forget to spay and neuter your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Henry M. Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's affair caught him by surprise. What resulted was a miscellanea of grief and ire. And despite his unspoiled exertion to reconcile, the intuitive feeling were not going away.
When a Quaker of a friend suggested a certain plaza that"fixes these relationship problems ”, Henry Martyn Robert was skeptical. The business board said"Stockholm Industries"and listed a number. The admirer did not give much more detail or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the phone. The whole thing was very secretive."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The situation on the clientele carte du jour was located on the far outskirts of East Los Angeles. No foretoken was posted above or in front of the door, just an office number. The inside the office Robert found 4 blank ashen walls, childlike desk and professorship. There was another door on the polar side of the office. The occupant of the desk was a plain looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading crank and expanding waist gave an impression of a life history office worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a seat.
"You may call me Mr. Smith. offset things first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger routine, the services that we offer are very sole. You need not only money, but the right connections, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a reason. The legality of our avail is questionable. But we are very honorable at what we do, and nobody ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Robert replied"I still don't infer how you can help me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. smith leaned forward"You are a public figure, Mr. Pattison. Your Holocene epoch breakup with Ms. Kristen James Maitland Stewart is world knowledge. Ms. Dugald Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to move on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behavior modification. If you choose to employ our avail, I can assure that not only will infidelity no longer be a business organization in your relationship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more agreeable and pleasing to you. There will be no more fights or disagreements. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way potential, especially sexually. She will state to your every desire and will stay true up to you ”.
"How exactly do you design to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combination of proficiency, including bondage, S & M and psychological education. What I can secure is 100 % winner rate and that nobody is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the breaker point of no return. If you agree to use our inspection and repair, I will pass on you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our avail, this conversation is over. You will never get wind from us again. If you contact the constabulary or the spiritualist, they will find null but a legitimate insurance representation. We are good at what we do and we have never had job. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your resolution"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"Tell me more ”.
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The news craze that came after her involvement was revealed cause Kristen Stewart to set off several metier appearances. She did not feel like answering any questions about the affaire or the breakup. In fact she did not feel like doing anything for the rest of the hebdomad. She made the calls to cancel her date and dismissed the staff of her mansion. The only matter she would be doing for the next 7 Clarence Day is fucking Prince Rupert electric sander, her new deary boy toy. Robert was fun for a while, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Robert needed to man up and move on.
After putting on her pet top, scraggy jeans and brushing her foresightful reddish brown pilus, Kristen made her way toward her bedroom doorway. A tall stranger waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the sleeping accommodation wall. A knife was pressed to her slender neck."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot bland"said the cloaked interloper. Kristen was frozen in fearfulness. The alien put away the tongue and quickly twirl Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her articulatio radiocarpea 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 ! ask my wallet ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankles secured, the unknown stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into tears"please don't rapine me !"
Still wearing a smile on his cloaked face, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's pry and sass, all while pinning her slender edge form to the bed.
The futile but sexy struggles continued for just a few bit. Her center rolled to the dorsum of her pass. Her lids closed and her trunk went limp.
"wellspring, there goes the fun piece"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the little terror's mobile phone phone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her world was moody and cold. The bag was still over her promontory. She was laying human face down on the floor, her bare tit pressed against the cold concrete. Her legs were free, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her headland and roll on her back, pain in the neck shaft through her prickle and arms. She tried to wiggle her fingers and realized they were touching higher up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and catch one's breath faster. She then realized something big and rung was stuck in her mouth.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to hear voices in the way. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will miss her for sidereal day"said the other, unfamiliar phonation
"dear, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of inviolable bridge player grabbed her by the arms and set her upright, sitting on her knees. The bag was pulled off her head and Kristen was blinded by the brilliantly lights.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of questions, but given your quandary, you are not in the office to ask. If we feel generous, we will answer those questions in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a clod gag in her mouth.
"First things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a turnaround entreaty placement. It is designed to not only be terrible but to also limit your apparent motion considerably. So try not to struggle if you want to obviate unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may give also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to maintain you quiet, but rather to spend a penny you salivate, mostly for humiliation design. tactile property exempt to cry all you like. Nobody outside these rampart can hear you."
By now Kristen's eyes had adjusted to the light. In front of her stood a man in a ski mask and a short lash in his deal. The Stranger's voice belonged to him. The plenty of him, his wearing apparel and the whiplash sent quiver down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and bound. Ropes were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the former man. He was slowly circling around the 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 Edgar Albert Guest,"continued the cloak alien,"there are formula you have to stick with, break them and risk punishment. rule 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the speaker. She was looking instead at Robert. Her head was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of anger and confusion. Henry Martyn Robert's expression didn't change. The audio of the whip slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in strawman of her."Do you see the sign principle"
A face of lost confusion was all Kristen could cope
The masked man grabbed the bound miss by the chin and loosened the strap on the nut gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few second base to skewer the gag out.
"Do you understand the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE the pits DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? Henry M. Robert WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The cloak man shoved the ball gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more time, do you understand the regulation ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU mother fucker ! ! ! You better let me go. People will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the clod gag back into the girl rima oris, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's well-defined some things up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at to the lowest degree a week. You were sort enough to set off all of your appointments for the next 7 sidereal day, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. Sanders, he received a schoolbook shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his number. You even issued a statement on your twitter Sir Frederick Handley Page announcing the final result of your kinship and a very devout apologia to his sept and your fans. In short, nobody will be looking for you for a while. At this time you are completely at our clemency ”.
"As for the house regulation, it is clear you did not take heed them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. First rule is that you will plow me as sir and Mr. Pattison as skipper. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of number and used foul language ”. The masked man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you enumeration, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Henry Martyn Robert's answer.
"Then you should dispense with the punishment ”, said the block out man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a fortune to object, her straits 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 young lady was the very definition of exposure. The low gear thrash came without warning. The pain across her rump cheek was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonized and draw out scream.
The daze was quickly followed by fright and an impending tactile sensation of doom.
The second rap of the lash was as shocking as the first-class honours degree. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The third strike of the whip sent an echo across the small elbow room. The pain similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her back and throughout the relaxation of her contorted eubstance. Kristen could not reckon or understand what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer helplessness she was experiencing, or the panic that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the painful sensation. Whatever the rationality, Kristen was in teardrop and sobbing uncontrollably by the fourth dimension the party whip struck her naked ass for the 4th time. Time 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 announce through her ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quiet response from behind her. This was the first of all time that Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Henry Martyn Robert sat in front of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting position
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my trust ! You have caused me incredible pain ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Robert. This was the first fourth dimension she has seen such rage.
The room was once again dumb. Only two sounds filled the entrepot elbow room were the minor whimpers and sobs that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's hair and walked behind her. Kristen heard his trouser being unzipped. This was her entirely warning before she felt Kenneth Roberts phallus thrust inside her. Kristen let out a short yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a lady of pleasure"Henry Martyn Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's hair again. Kristen's back was arched in a painful style. The web of rope that surrounded her torso and kept her hands in a setback prayer lieu only made it worse. Robert gave his hips one brawny thrusting. Pain barb through Kristen's scalp, down her spikelet and through her weapon. Kristen's let out a pharyngeal scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's sentence was punctuated by a solid pelvic stab. Each poke brought on more sidesplitter. The screams seemed to feed Henry M. Robert's luxuria. The thrusts became more even and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain. The agonized sidesplitter were replaced by desperate, pain in the ass filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to ail alone. She was helpless. The feeling of desperation filled her with scare. She was once again bawling. Her ball gag prevented her from swallowing. As a consequence she was drooling uncontrollably. In short, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; arousal. As Robert continued to fuck 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 betray her.
Each thrust sent a wave through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of pain or pleasure, the poor miss could no longer tell. The warm up sensation gap from her loins to the relaxation of her soundbox. Her brain was racing, her sight became cloudy. She was doing everything to preclude the seemingly inevitable flood tide. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Robert tensed up, gave one final drive, grunted and released his consignment inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily slump over on top of her bound form. She then felt him pull out himself from inside her. Her physical structure was still in agony. The pain was slowly fade and so was the smell of arousal. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Robert pulled on his pants and started to walk out of the way.
"Make sure enough she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The masked man took out more rope. One end of the rope was passed through the grummet on the ceiling and attached to a pulley-block on the slope of the wall. The masked man used the other end to tie yet another mile behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's bound cast. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the flooring. As the ropes pulled her higher, she once again felt the pain in the ass in her crushed dorsum and berm. Kristen struggled to her feet, but her captor continued to pull up on the rope. Soon Kristen was forced to stand on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the rope, Kristen could barely tint the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her spinal column, arms and shoulders was excruciating.
"Try not to be active, Ms. Jimmy Stewart"said the masked man,"apparent motion will only lay down the annoyance forged"
The man walked out of the room. The lighter went off. The leaden metal doorway clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with zilch but her nuisance to go on her company. The whimpers and son of a bitch filled the empty-bellied space.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The silver screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her ventilation was panicked. Her body contorted. Her eyes portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the 1st metre I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the business of maiming mass. When this is done, Ms. Stewart will still be able to officiate in her formula environment. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red carpeting. She will do all the thing she has done before. The only affair 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 well-heeled to bring on if you know the right buttons to campaign. Ms. Dugald Stewart has to become submissive to you. She has to be dependent on you. You need to take a crap this relationship strictly about payoff and penalty. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terms. This is simple-minded mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to watch to bet on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. Bring her food in about an 60 minutes. defecate her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her mind was completely concentrated on the pain. She was fighting to hold her awareness. The pain was overwhelming. She was beginning to misplace her battle.
The chamber threshold opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The furore in his eyes was gone.
He put the two plates he brought with him on the floor and went over to the pulley block. Kristen's exhausted body was lowered to the ground. Her legs could not hold her weight and give way under her. Henry M. Robert untied the knot responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some solid food"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please stay silent."
The orb was removed. Her jaw ached, her lip was parched. Robert offered her a field glass of body of water and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be thirsty"said Henry M. Robert in an almost pleasant whole tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. accuracy was, she was very thirsty. Her breakfast was small and she had cypher to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just word of honor, Kristen. natural process speak louder. bear witness me just how thankful you are"respond Henry M. Robert.
Kristen looked at him confuse. Robert unzipped his pants and let his engorged penis fall out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's eyes bulged at the sight of his penis. She has never performed a blowjob. The very thought of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stutter and shake off her head
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the cheek startled and shook Kristen. The young woman's buttock was stinging from the impact.
"You unthankful beef !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the egg gag back into her back talk and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more uncoerced to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the chamber and closed the door. Kristen once again found herself in the nighttime. She was no longer suspended above the flooring. As long as she did not struggle against her bonds, she did not experience the pain. But without the infliction, her other good sense were once again working. Within 10 mo the ace of hunger was unbearable. She could crawl proper next to the intellectual nourishment sports stadium, but het gag did not let her chew or swallow. The olfactory property filled her nostrils and made the sense datum even more acute. This was a different kind of torture.
The 60 minutes seemed almost like an timelessness. The door opened once again. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you ready to verbalize your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her pass desperately and moaned through the gag. Henry Martyn Robert took his time undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Henry Martyn Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smack across the aspect shut Kristen up.
"You will call me master, and you will beg me to let you to blow me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will eat you. Do you infer ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"commodity, now be a respectable woman of the street and beg"
A knot started to forge in Kristen's pharynx. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck up your cock ?"
Henry Martyn 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 articulatio genus toward the waiting Robert. She kept her eyes on the now bulging member, hesitant to get close to it. The intellection of putting that thing in her mouth was almost vomit inducing.
"Perhaps you would like time lag another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head toward the phallus, hesitating just a niggling before taking it in her lip. She encircled the shaft with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Robert rolled his eyes."Don't waste my sentence, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a little More pressure sensation with her sass and licked the posterior of the phallus with the tip of her knife. She wanted goose egg to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the interior of her mouth.
Henry Martyn Robert lost patience and grabbed the back of Kristen's scalp, shoving her head forward and forcing his dick deep inside Kristen's pharynx. Kristen gave a frightened yelp, then started to struggle against Henry M. Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, sporting lady, I will whip you raw ! You got that ?"yelled Robert.
Kristen understood and took upkeep to keep her jaw opened. But she could not help but sputter against Robert's travelling bag. His prick was moving in and out of her throat, making it hard to suspire. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His thrusting increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was center on her breathing, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his orgasm. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Robert's hot seed. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could face into her eyes. The sperm was starting to dribble out of her mouth.
"drink it"he demanded,"you will demand 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 spue it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the urge to throw up. It took several more sup. While she managed to keep open it down, she could not forge the expression of disgust that washed over her look. That aspect seemed to give Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that repast. Eat up."He kicked the silver bowlful of solid food in front of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you please untie my arms"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that intellectual nourishment like the kick that you are. Do you read that ?"
Kristen knew better than to debate with him.
The Heavy door closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the nighttime. She was tied up and hunched over on her knee joint. Eating out of a doggy bowling ball was yet another humiliation, but one that she was willing to live with. She shoved her back talk deep in to the bowl. By the time she was done, the sports stadium was licked plumb. So was the level where the cast 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 help. Even binge were no retentive an alternative. She curled herself in the fetal position. Her dentition chattered and her trunk shook from the cold. Eventually enfeeblement won over and she passed out.
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When the audio of the room access opening and the vivid lights woke her, she did not get laid where she was. She was hoping that the horrors of the night before were just a bad pipe dream. When she managed to open her optic, she fell into despair once again.
Her body ached all over. Her butt impertinence still stung rom the whipstitch. Her pussy felt sore from the rape. She could barely feel her hands.
Henry Martyn Robert and the masked man entered the room.
"Mr. Smith is going to untie you, but only if you promise to deport yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to speak, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her hear instead. Mr. David Roland Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Henry Martyn Robert approached the girl with a bottleful of pee and some wet wipes.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her H2O, Robert started cleaning her face with the wipes. Kristen was a deal. Her hair was disheveled, dried tears, saliva and minute of nutrient covered her face.
Henry M. Robert was very entitle with her. This was not the same man that raped her the night before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your Goth look, you know"he said casually, brushing her retentive, blood-red brown hair,"You are a instinctive beauty. You should not cover your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other horseshoe to drop. She tried to bet calm, but her judgment was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith undid her bonds. Kristen was able to travel her handwriting for the first time in many hr. She gasped as pain shot through her munition. It would take a while to regain their to the full mobility.
Mr. Adam Smith turned away from her, putting the R-2 away in his bag. Soon after, Robert turned away as well, walking over to the garbage and checking his telephone set.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free. Moreover, the with child door was subject and unobstructed. The entirely process took only a few endorsement, but Kristen decided to crap a run for it.
Her legs were sore and unspeakable. Her sense of equaliser was off and she was still exhausted from live night's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the door. She stumbled respective times before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the step. Her idea was racing. She was afraid to look back. She just kept on going. After climbing the stairs for what seemed like an timelessness, she reached a room access. She pulled on the handle, but the door would not cave in. She pounded on the door, she screamed for helper, but cypher helped. Whatever specialty carried her up the steps was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the door and started crying. She hugged her knees and rocked back and Forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few arcminute later she heard the footsteps coming from below. The pace were careful, wanting urgency or terror. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, strength hidden in that tranquil 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 assert on betraying me at every turn ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a handful of Kristen's hairsbreadth and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to deport and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to trust you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stairs by her scalp. Kristen continued to choke on her own sobs, grabbing at the rampart to keep her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing working girl. I extended you a little kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to believe you ever again ?"
When they reached the bedchamber, Henry Martyn Robert threw Kristen on the story.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the irrepressible sobs
"Words, Kristen, just words ! Your actions speak otherwise !"tiff out Henry Martyn Robert.
He then addressed to the dissemble man ;"Mr. Smith, the whore has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Ian Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her articulatio radiocarpea, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the radiocarpal joint together then did the same to her human elbow. He then tied a long piece of music of rophy to Kristen's wrists and hooked the other end on the ceiling pulley. He pulled the forget me drug tight enough to put forward the lady friend's wrist joint as gamey as her shoulders, but allowed Kristen to stay to stand up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 ft long metal pole with straps attached to each end. The pole was attached to the ankle, leaving Kristen's legs facing pages. The ring gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the tout ensemble. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the chin."You have nobody to find fault but yourself ”. Whip in hand, he took a swing at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonized scream. A big red welt started to come out across her venter. Another baseball swing of the lash, another loud scream, another red wheal. Kristen was quickly brought to bust. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whips across the abdomen, Henry M. 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 of Kristen once more. His next swing was aimed squarely at her white meat. The hurting was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The next 10 are for trying to escape ”. The whip continued to ravage Kristen's tit, especially her now ultra-sensitive teat. By the clip the 20th reverse landed, Kristen was in utter hysteric.
"Now, for the fun share"said Robert
With that he took out two clamps. He attached weights to them. Each free weight was the sizing of a golf Lucille Ball and weighed thrice as much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipple to stimulate them. Kristen let out a tawdry squeals. When the nipple clamp were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moan grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"actions have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girl. A quick unzipping audio and she was skewered by Henry M. Robert's penis.
His poking were short and prompt. The waves of delight pulsed from her pussy to the eternal sleep of her soundbox. Meanwhile the sharp pain sensation from the nipple clinch radiated through her chest. The salmagundi of pain in the ass and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her body reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not understand how she was getting off from rape, but it was the reality. The poor girl tried to suppress the orgasm but cipher worked. Her breathing time became frequent and shoal. Her trunk started to go into convulsions. Sweat rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing passing and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her question. nada worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic screaming. Soon after she heard Robert's enjoyable screeching. For a while the elbow room was filled with audio of gruelling breathing. Then Robert stood in figurehead of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal succus and spermatozoan.
"clip to cleanse it off"he said before sticking his pecker in her lip. The gang gag made it impossible to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"salt lick it off, cunt"Robert said as he inserted his member deeper into her oral cavity. Kristen did her expert to lick it, but the gunk just stayed in her mouth.
It took half an time of day to lick it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's face. A sadistic look washed over his fount.
"Now, lets talk about that climax. You did have one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to hold one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her body starting to tremble.
"You do not pee-pee, you do not tell on, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Henry Martyn Robert walked around Kristen's bound frame. 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 stand there for a while and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to evanesce out or fall asleep. You will luxate your articulatio humeri if you do."said Henry M. Robert as he walked out of the room. The operose doorway slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the darkness. She hated the nighttime. There was zero but annoyance in the darkness. The teat clamp still tugged at her sore nipples. The ring gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the taste of her own vaginal juice in her mouth. She did not want to be this way anymore. She did not require to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Henry Martyn Robert again.


She had no approximation how longsighted it took for Robert to amount back. When he did, he brought intellectual nourishment and water with him.
"Have you learned your example, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her head affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her psyche no.
"That's my girl"said Henry M. Robert, petting her on the back of her head and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the ring gag. Kristen managed to lick her desiccated lips. He untied her wrists from the ceiling R-2 and undid the shoulder strap separating her ankles. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry lips.
She did not need any reminders to roll in the hay what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please suckle your cock"
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. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lips. She swallowed it as far as her throat would allow.
When she felt the dick start to pulse, she redoubled her drive. And when the hot cum exploded in her backtalk, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Robert's barb clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was ingrain.
He went back up the stair and came down with a blanket.
"This is for being a good lady friend. Now, Eat. We have a hanker day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that dental plate clean. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrist and shoulders were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would have been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to resist. She has given up trying to push. Most of all, she was earnestly afraid of let down Robert.
She fell asleep on the cover
The flickering lights woke Kristen up. Her trunk ached all over. Her labia, her butt impertinence and her knocker all stung from the day before. Still, her sum fluttered when she saw Robert walking into the room. She was determined to obey him this clock time. Whether it was out of care or real affection, she did not know. very much like her reactions to pleasure and ail in the utmost 2 solar day, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to make clean her face and brush her hairsbreadth while Mr. metalworker untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May delight I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Henry Martyn Robert. His step was cool off and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, passkey"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to try out it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, Master"
"I will do things 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.
Henry Martyn Robert took out a pair of handcuffs and secured Kristen's hands behind her back."good, now, suck my cock."
Kristen did not necessitate to be told twice. She lunged at the lengthened and took it in her oral cavity. She bobbed her back and forth, up and down and side to side. Her tongue licked and caressed every inch of that penis. She sucked up the pre semen juices. When the Henry M. Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her lips.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you need me to do ?"
Robert did not skip a beat."Suck my egg, slave"
Kristen complied without question. Taking the sack in her mouth, she proceeded to rub down it with her tongue and backtalk. She sucked the balls fairly, filling her rima oris with their salty predilection. This was just to avoid penalization, she told herself. But somewhere recondite inside she began to like these filthy games.
"goodness girl."Robert decided this was sufficiency pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her metrical foot. It was then that the girl noticed a long rope running across the room. air mile were tied all along the length of the rophy. roach was set about waist high.
"Now, dearest, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her head. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Smith to get Kristen set. Mr. Smith took out a orchis gag, nipple clinch and 2 sets of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's teat. He then directed Kristen toward the roach. He helped her swing one of her branch over the forget me drug. He then made for certain that Kristen's pussy lips were hugging the rope.
Henry M. Robert stood on the other side of the rope.
"This is a trust employment, Kristen. You will take the air toward me, when you reach me, I'll take off a objet d'art of paraphernalia. Start when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to digest on her toes to keep the roach from digging in too deep, but that did not help much. The rope was still rubbing up against her pussy.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
release fast was the last affair Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the kickoff knot. Kristen could not help but let out an agonized scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the roofy was digging in to her pussy. She had to wedge her pussy over the mile, clenching her jaw in the process. 10 inch further down the rope she had to conquer another mi. By the time she reached Robert, Kristen was quick to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulder, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her nut gag."Very skilful. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll start to take off the weight on the mamilla buck ”.
Kristen was ready to break up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine dedication to her capturer ? She did not know.
Kristen struggled over every knot, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her cognisance from the pain sensation on a few social function. But she completed the wheel not once, but four more than times. When Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, sea captain"she said as Henry Martyn Robert
"On your articulatio genus"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the batch of the official document but said nothing.
"Do you want it, buckle down ? Do you need me to get you off ?
Word came out o her mouth before Kristen could even reckon them"Yes master"
"Then you have to bring in it. Make your hired hand useful"
Kristen's hands were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Robert twisted one of her tits with his strong finger."pillock lady friend, you should know what I want !"
Using the early hand he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His pants were still on.
"chance event it, you little cyprian ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his binge member underneath his pant
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reward. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussycat, shoved it in and turned it on.
waving of pleasure started to ripple from her crotch to the quietus of her body. Kristen let out diminished groan of pleasure.
"You like that, you little skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to travail against the vibrator. Her hands were still busy rubbing his dick.
"Is it as sound as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Henry M. Robert. Caught off guard, Kristen stiffened. The abrasion stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight hug and pull on her teat 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 hair, pulling her head back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Henry M. Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you bask this as very much when Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely bemused about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's kitty
Kristen, still on sentry go, let out a low moan. She continued to rub Robert's penis with her hands
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you wander on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master"
A afflictive hint of her nipple made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little whore"Robert whispered in the daughter's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a someone new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"commodity, Kristen, sound. You are finally being honest with me."
Robert continued to have Kristen's sex. She was getting more and More stirred up. Her breathing 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 superior ”. Her heart rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to spread through her dead body. Her external respiration was becoming more and more intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with more than and more fervor. The same fervor drove Kristen to rub Robert's phallus even harder.
"Do you have it off what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girl, master"
Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A trickster, passkey !"
"NO ! Try again !"Henry Martyn Robert twisted her nipple one more than meter. Kristen threw her foreland back, repressing a scream. It was still sore. But was she starting to wish it ?
"A WHORE, passe-partout !"Kristen was moaning. Her lower jaw became wet. Rubbing herself ever harder against Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, headmaster ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Robert's manus that was rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her bosom were rising up and down dramatically. A look of surprise, foiling and letdown washed over her font."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the true statement shall set you resign"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a cocotte, Kristen."
"Yes, passe-partout"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 knot started creeping into Kristen's throat. Word came out like a flood."Punish me, passe-partout. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, schoolmaster ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve penalty !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair, pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the paries.
"STAND stillness !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in awe. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the bulwark. Henry Martyn Robert swung the whip and landed a vicious blow against Kristen's breast. Kristen opened her mouth to scream, but stifled it in the final stage moment. She bent her knees from the infliction, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another hard blow. Kristen looked away and shut her center, holding her breath and anticipating another black eye. The blow came, even more painful than the first. Her systema skeletale set, and an agonized scream escaped her mouth. Red wheal started to look on her breasts. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more blows came. Kristen suppressed her urge to scream, only occasionally letting out a whine. Despite the pain, her mammilla were put up and her puss was wet.
Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling signifier. Kristen looked away, not wanting to converge Robert's regard. Robert grabbed a fistful of her right chest and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Roberts's digit 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 flack.
"Would you like me to stop ?"Henry Martyn Robert asked gently
"No, master"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the other breast, squeezing it in a exchangeable manner. This prison term he bent down, took the nipple in the mouth and started licking the sore nipple. Another groan escaped Kristen's sassing. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not have the will to fight it. Robert bit down on the mamilla. Kristen screamed. Her breathing space was ragged.
"Do you require me to stop ?"
"No, master"
Henry Martyn Robert eventually lost interest in her breasts. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's pussy.
"bedspread your leg"
Kristen complied without question. She realized just how exposed she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Henry Martyn Robert extended his middle fingerbreadth and knife thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Henry Martyn Robert continued to push up, first slowly, then with increasing speeding. It did not take long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long erotic moans. She breathed heavily from her sass. She got up on her toes, ready to lose control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his digit out of her pussy. external respiration raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a look of neat foiling, but thought better about saying anything. Robert only showed her his middle finger, one used to bring her so agonizingly close to an orgasm.
"clout it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger, as if she would a phallus. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Robert took off his pants. He grabbed Kristen's throat and squeezed. Kristen could not breathe. Pinning her to the paries, he thrust his gumshoe deep in her vagina. Kristen would throw screamed, had she been able to respire. Henry M. Robert lifted Kristen off the ground with the powerful thrusts of his hips. One, two, three strong, turn over jabbing was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, daze and pleasure shooting through their consistence. Robert let go of Kristen's pharynx. The rush of blood back into her brainpower only doubled the orgasmic sensation. Kristen took a trench breath and let out a several long, erotic moans. Her body went limp from the pleasurable bang. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 seconds to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the poor missy over to her blanket and laying her down on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional moan escaping her pharynx. She was laying limp on the floor, strands of hair obscuring her font. Her modest, round breasts were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up pieces of paraphernalia on the way out.
"Master, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hr. Get some rest"
"original, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to justify !"
Henry M. Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprise in his voice.
"I am blue I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so dependable to me. You were the gross boyfriend. I just knew that you were going to advise to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more emotional. Every conviction was filled with More and Thomas More hysteric. She was getting to the scepter of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my heart. But I was scared that my life sentence was ending. I wanted to be furious and free. When Prince Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
tears started to appear in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and gamey. Oh, GOD, Henry M. Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to bruise 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 question in his branch and kissed her on the forehead"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer Book than these."Yes master, with all my nerve ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you understand ?"
Kristen nodded, bout running down her side."Yes, schoolmaster ”.
As the grave door closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the night. She hated the wickedness. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted goose egg more than to be with her passe-partout. She fell asleep, crying. Her breathlessness eventually melted away into bass sleep.
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"She woke up to the comrade sound of the opening threshold. Henry Martyn Robert entered the room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Henry M. Robert went through his rule routine without saying a work. He brushed her whisker and wiped her defenseless eubstance down with wet textile. Kristen was trying to expect into his eyes, to find a hint to his humour. She found nothing.
She was even Sir Thomas More nonplus when, upon finishing the hygiene routine, Robert produced a lowly key and unlocked her handcuffs. Kristen rubbed her sore radiocarpal joint, not knowing what to make of it all. He tossed some clothes in front of her."Put these on and conform to me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the skinny jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her place. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another aliveness, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt foreigner to her. So was the intuitive feeling of ambulating under her own power. She went through the grievous door way and up the stairs. She reached the back doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This clock time the threshold was open wide. She climbed some more steps and reached the top. She saw Henry Martyn Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with glasses."Is that the rope professional ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now think, the process is not complete"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens nightlong, but you seemed to have progressed very well. come my instructions to the 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 international world for days. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Henry Martyn Robert shook the man's handwriting and turned his regard to Kristen.
"seminal fluid, slave. We have a lot to spill about"
"Yes, master ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one last favour"said the Mr. Smith."I am cognisant that you run in the Saame circles as one Michael Bay. If you could give him my board and tell him that I could solve his Megan Fox problem, I would be lots obliged."
A week later the Hollywood media broke the history :"Kristen James Maitland Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Julia Evelina Smith saw a familiar cheek on TV and turned up the volume"I was pillock and selfish. I made a immense mistake. Robert was kind enough to take in me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The media hailed it as a write up of redemption, of love surviving the ultimate test. Only a coach eye could see the true fib : Ms. Stewart's strength when she sat next to Mr. Pattison, the submissive style in which she addressed him on television camera, the quick looks she gave Henry M. Robert while silently seeking permission to verbalise to the interviewer. Kristen James Maitland Stewart, the Hollywood bad girl, was completely dominated, slavish to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm Industries, Smith speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's good to talk to you. for sure, coming together on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until next time… .