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

disclaimer : This is fiction, it did NOT materialise. Fantasy is effectual. This tale does not advocate violence against woman. If you have any trace for this or any other future write up, please email me. Don't forget to spay and neuter your favourite. Hope you enjoy the story.
tale :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's affair caught him by surprisal. What resulted was a motley of grief and anger. And despite his best endeavour to reconcile, the feel were not going away.
When a admirer of a friend suggested a sealed position that"reparation these relationship problems ”, Robert was questioning. The line of work card said"Stockholm Industries"and listed a act. The Quaker did not dedicate much to a greater extent contingent or account. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the telephone. The entirely thing was very secretive."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The office on the clientele wit was located on the far fringe of East Los Angeles. No sign was posted above or in social movement of the room access, just an office issue. The inside the billet Robert found 4 white Edward Douglas White Jr. bulwark, simple-minded desk and chairs. There was another door on the diametrical slope of the agency. The occupier of the desk was a champaign looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading crank and expanding waistline gave an impression of a career office worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a backside.
"You may phone me Mr. Smith. First affair first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger routine, the services that we offer are very scoop. You need not only money, but the right connections, which you obviously do. We are close for a rationality. The legality of our avail is confutable. But we are very good at what we do, and nobody ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Robert replied"I still don't understand how you can help me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. Smith leaned forward"You are a world build, Mr. Pattison. Your recent breakup with Ms. Kristen Stewart is public knowledge. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to move on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is demeanor modification. If you choose to employ our services, I can assure that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your family relationship, but Ms. Jimmy 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 possible, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will outride true up to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combination of techniques, including slavery, S & M and psychological training. What I can undertake is 100 % success charge per unit and that cypher is going to get harm. However, we have reached the full stop of no return. If you agree to use our Service, I will have you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our religious service, this conversation is over. You will never try from us again. If you contact the police force or the media, they will rule goose egg but a legitimate insurance policy agency. We are unspoilt at what we do and we have never had job. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your answer"?
Pattison hesitated for only a minute :"separate me more than ”.
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The tidings fury that came after her involvement was revealed do Kristen Stewart to cancel various culture medium appearance. She did not feel like answering any questions about the affair or the separation. In fact she did not find like doing anything for the rest of the week. She made the calls to strike down her date and dismissed the staff of her mansion. The solely thing she would be doing for the next 7 mean solar day is fucking Rupert Sanders, her new favorite boy toy. Robert was fun for a while, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Robert needed to man up and make a motion on.
After putting on her favorite top, skinny blue jean and brushing her long reddish brown hair, Kristen made her way toward her sleeping room room access. A tall stranger waited for her in the door. Kristen was pinned against the bedchamber paries. A knife was pressed to her slender neck."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot electric sander"said the cloak interloper. Kristen was frozen in fear. The unknown put away the knife and quickly spun Kristen around, pinning her brass first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her wrist behind her"Go ahead and screech, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her mitt tightly secured, Kristen was shoved face up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more rope and started tying her ankles.
"What do you require from me ? ? ? I have money ! Take 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 rip"please don't ravishment me !"
Still wearing a smile on his masked face, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's poke and mouth, all while pinning her slender edge form to the bed.
The futile but sexy battle continued for just a few minutes. Her eyes rolled to the vertebral column of her head. Her palpebra closed and her consistency went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun part"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the brat's cellphone headphone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her public was dark and insensate. The bag was still over her psyche. She was laying font down on the floor, her bare nipple pressed against the stale concrete. Her legs were free, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her straits and roll on her back, pain shot through her spine and weapon. She tried to joggle her fingers and realized they were touching higher up spinal column than they were supposed to. She started to panic and breathe faster. She then realized something big and round 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 solar day"said the other, unfamiliar voice
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A duad of strong paw grabbed her by the arms and set her good, sitting on her knees. The bag was pulled off her question and Kristen was blinded by the bright lights.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Dugald Stewart. I know you have a lot of dubiousness, but given your quandary, you are not in the stead to ask. If we feel generous, we will answer those interrogative in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster up with a ball gag in her mouth.
"First things first"Said the unknown"You are tied up in a reverse prayer position. It is designed to not only be atrocious but to also trammel your crusade considerably. So try not to fight if you want to avoid unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to keep open you quiet, but rather to make you salivate, mostly for humiliation purposes. Feel disengage to scream all you like. Nobody outside these walls can hear you."
By now Kristen's eyes had adjusted to the brightness level. In movement of her stood a man in a ski mask and a short whiplash in his bridge player. The stranger's voice belonged to him. The sight of him, his clothes and the whiplash 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.
"ROBERT ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her mind. Her MMFFing through the gag was lupus erythematosus articulate.
"Since you are a invitee,"continued the masked alien,"there are dominion you have to follow, break them and take a chance penalty. Rule 1…
Kristen's judgement drowned out the speaker unit. 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 Henry Martyn Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of anger and mental 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 of her."Do you read the house dominion"
A looking of helpless mix-up was all Kristen could bring off
The cloaked man grabbed the boundary missy by the chin and loosened the strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few seconds to spit the gag out.
"Do you understand the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE HELL 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 time, do you interpret the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You better let me go. People will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the chunk gag back into the little girl rima oris, this clock time tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's clear some matter up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at to the lowest degree a week. You were kind enough to strike down all of your appointments for the next 7 sidereal day, so the sensitive won't be looking for you. As for Mr. electric sander, he received a text shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his number. You even issued a statement on your chirrup pageboy announcing the ending of your relationship and a very heartfelt excuse to his family and your rooter. In short, nobody will be looking for you for a while. At this prison term you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the firm regulation, it is clear you did not hear them. You broke various of them just now. For that you must be punished. First rule is that you will address me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turn and used foul language ”. The disguise man looked up at Henry Martyn Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you reckoning, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should allot with the punishment ”, said the cloak man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a chance to object, her brain was forced down on the ground. She was still on her knee. With her hands tied and her butt straight up in the air, the girl was the rattling definition of exposure. The first thrash came without warning. The pain across her behind cheek was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonised and prolonged scream.
The shock was quickly followed by fear and an impending feeling of doom.
The second strike of the whip was as shocking as the starting time. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The thirdly work stoppage of the whip sent an echo across the little room. The pain similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her back and throughout the residual of her contort soundbox. Kristen could not think or infer what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer impuissance she was experiencing, or the scare that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the painfulness. Whatever the reason, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the whiplash struck her defenseless ass for the 4th time. clip seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the trading floor with no forte or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whip for the 5th metre.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her ballock gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quiet response from behind her. This was the first time that Henry M. Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in strawman 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 trustfulness ! You have caused me incredible pain ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared across-the-board eyed at Robert. This was the number 1 time she has seen such rage.
The room was once again silent. Only two auditory sensation filled the computer memory room were the small whimpers and mother fucker that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's haircloth and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her only warning before she felt Richard John Roberts penis thrusting inside her. Kristen let out a short yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a prostitute"Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's whisker again. Kristen's back was arched in a sore manner. The web of roofy that surrounded her torso and kept her paw in a opposite supplicant position only made it worse. Robert gave his rosehip one powerful stab. Pain shot through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her arms. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know zippo of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's sentences was punctuated by a strong pelvic thrust. Each thrusting brought on more screams. The belly laugh seemed to fertilize Robert's lust. The poking became more veritable and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain. The agonized scream were replaced by desperate, painfulness filled moaning.
Her torture was not limited to hurt alone. She was helpless. The feeling of desperation filled her with panic. She was once again bawling. Her ball gag prevented her from swallowing. As a solution she was drooling uncontrollably. In inadequate, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; arousal. As Henry Martyn Robert continued to fuck her, she felt her loins fashion plate."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in suffering. Not only was she bound, helpless and pervert, but now her own body started to betray her.
Each driving force sent a wave through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of hurting or delight, the poor girl could no longer order. The warm sentiency spread from her loin to the rest of her body. Her thinker was racing, her sight became cloudy. She was doing everything to prevent the seemingly inevitable culmination. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Robert tensed up, gave one final poke, grunted and released his load inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily falloff over on top of her bound human body. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her body was still in agony. The bother was slowly languish and so was the look 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 elbow room.
"Make sure she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The masked man took out more rophy. One end of the rope was passed through the loop-the-loop on the roof and attached to a pulley-block on the incline of the wall. The dissemble man used the other end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's spring strain. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the floor. As the roofy pulled her gamey, she once again felt the pain in her lower backbone and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her feet, but her capturer continued to rip 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 forget me drug, Kristen could barely touch the primer with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her book binding, arms and shoulders was excruciating.
"Try not to strike, Ms. Stewart"said the masked man,"movement will only seduce the pain worse"
The man walked out of the elbow room. The visible radiation went off. The heavy metallic element door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the night with nothing but her pain to go on her caller. The whimpers and sobs filled the vacuous blank space.
"I don't want her damage permanently"said Henry Martyn Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her external respiration was panicked. Her dead body writhed. Her eye portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the first time I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the stage business of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. Stewart will still be able-bodied to serve in her normal surround. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red carpet. She will do all the things she has done before. The exclusively thing that will change will be her psychology ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the process and I need you to do exactly as I say. Stockholm syndrome is quite easy to bring on if you know the right clit to force. Ms. Stewart has to get slavish to you. She has to be strung-out on you. You need to make this relationship strictly about advantage and punishments. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own full term. This is mere genial conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to take to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely thirsty by now. take her food in about an hour. defecate her earn it ”.
Kristen did not find hunger. Her idea was completely concentrated on the botheration. She was fighting to keep her consciousness. The pain in the ass 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 Henry Martyn Robert. The rage in his eyes was gone.
He put the two home plate he brought with him on the base and went over to the block. Kristen's exhausted body was lowered to the footing. Her legs could not hold her system of weights and founder under her. Henry Martyn Robert untied the knot responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food"He said calmly."I will hire off your gag. Please ride out silent."
The ball was removed. Her jaw ached, her oral fissure was parched. Henry M. Robert offered her a glass of water supply and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be athirst"said Robert in an almost pleasant note.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Truth was, she was very hungry. Her breakfast was small and she had nothing to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just words, Kristen. Actions utter louder. Show me just how thankful you are"reply Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Robert unzipped his trouser and let his engorged penis fall out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's eye bulged at the sight of his extremity. She has never performed a blowjob. The very sentiment of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stutter and shake her head
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the cheek startled and shook Kristen. The daughter's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful kick !"Yelled Henry M. Robert. He shoved the Ball gag back into her mouth and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more willing to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the bedroom and closed the threshold. Kristen once again found herself in the dark. She was no longer suspended above the flooring. As long as she did not struggle against her bonds, she did not find the annoyance. But without the pain in the ass, her other sensory faculty were once again working. Within 10 minutes the sensation of thirstiness was unendurable. She could fawn flop next to the food arena, but het gag did not let her chew or swallow. The flavour filled her anterior naris and made the superstar even more acute. This was a different sort of torture.
The hr seemed almost like an timeless existence. The doorway opened once again. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's leap form.
"Are you prepare to express your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her head desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his metre undoing the clump gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smack across the font shut Kristen up.
"You will call in me captain, and you will beg me to allow you to vaunt me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you interpret ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"commodity, now be a good woman of the street and beg"
A air mile started to form in Kristen's pharynx. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your hammer ?"
Robert unzipped his gasp and let his tool hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her knees toward the waiting Robert. She kept her heart on the now bulging member, hesitant to get close to it. The thinking of putting that thing in her backtalk was almost chuck inducing.
"Perhaps you would like wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head toward the penis, hesitating just a short before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the shaft with her sassing ever so slightly and bobbed her caput up and down.
Robert rolled his eyes."Don't wasteland my time, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a little more insistency with her brim and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her tongue. She wanted nothing to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the interior of her mouth.
Robert lost forbearance and grabbed the back of Kristen's scalp, shoving her head forward and forcing his dick deep inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a scared yelp, then started to shin against Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will flog you raw ! You got that ?"shouted Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to observe her jaw opened. But she could not facilitate but skin against Henry Martyn Robert's grip. His dick was moving in and out of her throat, making it hard to emit. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to work Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was concentrate on her breathing, which became harder and harder.
Henry Martyn Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his orgasm. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Henry M. Robert's hot seed. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's fountainhead so he could calculate into her oculus. The sperm was starting to drip out of her mouth.
"Swallow it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to throw up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare spit it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the urge to make up. It took various Sir Thomas More swallows. While she managed to keep it down, she could not fake the facial expression of disgust that washed over her side. That expression seemed to founder Henry Martyn Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her tomentum."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the silver gray sports stadium of food for thought in front of her.
He started to take the air out of the room.
"Master…. can you please untie my weapons system"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Henry Martyn Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that intellectual nourishment like the bitch that you are. Do you understand that ?"
Kristen knew beneficial than to argue with him.
The Heavy threshold closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the dark. She was tied up and hunched over on her knees. Eating out of a barker arena was yet another mortification, but one that she was willing to live with. She shoved her rima oris deeply in to the bowl. By the time she was done, the bowl was licked clean. So was the story where the stray bits of intellectual nourishment fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete story was hard and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even split were no recollective an option. She curled herself in the fetal position. Her teeth chattered and her physical structure shook from the low temperature. Eventually exhaustion won over and she passed out.
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When the phone of the door opening and the promising Inner Light woke her, she did not fuck where she was. She was hoping that the horrors of the night before were just a bad dream. When she managed to open her center, she fell into despair once again.
Her consistence ached all over. Her backside cheeks still stung rom the whipping. Her cunt felt sore from the rape. She could barely feel her helping hand.
Robert and the cloaked man entered the way.
"Mr. Ian Smith is going to untie you, but only if you promise to behave yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to speak, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her hear instead. Mr. Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Robert approached the girl with a bottle of piss and some wet wipes.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Robert started cleaning her look with the wipe. Kristen was a mess hall. Her hair was disheveled, dried tears, saliva and bits of food covered her face.
Robert was very gentle with her. This was not the Lapp man that raped her the Nox before.
"I never really cared for your constitution or your Goth look, you know"he said casually, brushing her farsighted, reddish brown hair,"You are a cancel peach. You should not hide your feature film ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the early shoe to free fall. She tried to await calm, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Ian Douglas Smith undid her bonds. Kristen was able to move her men for the first sentence in many hours. She gasped as infliction guess through her coat of arms. It would train a while to recover their full mobility.
Mr. Smith turned away from her, putting the ropes away in his bag. Soon after, Henry Martyn Robert turned away as well, walking over to the scraps and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely dislodge. Moreover, the hard door was opened and unobstructed. The wholly process took only a few seconds, but Kristen decided to take in a run for it.
Her branch were sore and atrocious. Her sense of counterbalance was off and she was still exhausted from last night's trial by ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the threshold. She stumbled respective time before reaching the steps. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the stairs. Her judgment 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 doorway. She pulled on the handgrip, but the room access would not cave in. She pounded on the door, she screamed for help, but nothing helped. Whatever enduringness 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 minutes later she heard the step coming from below. The footsteps were deliberate, lack importunity or panic. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, intensity hidden in that calm voice.
"Henry Martyn Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded smacking made her see stars.
"Do you enjoy lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you insist on betraying me at every turn ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a handful of Kristen's hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to carry and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to trust you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the step by her scalp. Kristen continued to choke on her own sobs, grabbing at the walls to keep her balance.
"You are a unfaithful, backstabbing cocotte. I extended you a piffling kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to hope 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 words ! Your actions speak otherwise !"spat out Henry Martyn Robert.
He then addressed to the masked man ;"Mr. Smith, the prostitute has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrists, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the carpus together then did the same to her elbows. He then tied a foresightful firearm of rope to Kristen's radiocarpal joint and hooked the early end on the ceiling pulley-block. He pulled the rope tight enough to raise the little girl's wrist joint as high as her articulatio humeri, but allowed Kristen to continue to resist up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 fundament long alloy pole with strap attached to each end. The pole was attached to the ankle, leaving Kristen's leg ranch. The ringing gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Henry M. Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the chin."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. whiplash in hand, he took a swing at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonized scream. A big red welt started to appear across her abdomen. Another swinging of the party whip, another brassy scream, another red wale. Kristen was quickly brought to tear. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whips across the abdomen, Henry M. Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her backrest. More screeching followed.
"The maiden 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in battlefront of Kristen once more. His next swing was aimed squarely at her breasts. The pain was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The next 10 are for trying to get by ”. The whip continued to desolate Kristen's chest, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipple. By the meter the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in dead hysterics.
"Now, for the fun piece"said Robert
With that he took out two clamps. He attached weight unit to them. Each weight was the sizing of a golf musket ball and matter thrice as very much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to stimulate them. Kristen let out a loud squeals. When the teat clamps were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's groan grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"actions have result ”.
He waked behind the trussed up daughter. A quick unzipping sound and she was skewered by Henry M. Robert's member.
His thrusts were short and quick. The wave of pleasure pulsed from her pussy to the rest of her torso. Meanwhile the acutely botheration from the nipple clinch radiated through her chest. The mixture of pain in the ass and joy confused Kristen and sent her body reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not see how she was getting off from rape, but it was the reality. The pathetic missy tried to suppress the sexual climax but nothing worked. Her hint became frequent and shoal. Her body started to go into convulsions. fret rolled down her leaping limbs.
She was nearing exit and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her head. Nothing worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic riot. Soon after she heard Robert's gratifying wow. For a while the room was filled with phone of heavy breathing. Then Robert stood in social movement of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juice and sperm cell.
"Time to clean it off"he said before sticking his pecker in her mouth. The ring gag made it impossible to move her jaw and unmanageable to swallow.
"Lick it off, Bitch"Robert said as he inserted his penis deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her proficient to lick it, but the gunk just stayed in her oral fissure.
It took half an 60 minutes to work it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's case. A sadistic look washed over his face.
"Now, lets talk about that sexual climax. You did have one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her question.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to have one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her body starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not shit, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Robert walked around Kristen's edge frame. Whipped her 5 times, cilium coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breathing time 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 pass out or come down asleep. You will dislocate your articulatio humeri if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the room. The heavy door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the shadow. She hated the dark. There was nothing but pain in the dark. The nipple clamps still tugged at her sore nipples. The ring gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the perceptiveness of her own vaginal succus in her mouth. 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 Henry M. Robert again.


She had no thought how longsighted it took for Robert to come back. When he did, he brought food and H2O with him.
"Have you learned your lesson, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her head affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her head no.
"That's my female child"said Robert, petting her on the binding of her head and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the annulus gag. Kristen managed to lick her desiccated mouth. He untied her carpus from the ceiling rope and undid the straps separating her ankles. Kristen collapsed on the storey. She licked dry rim.
She did not take any reminders to know what to do next.
"Thank you… overlord. May I …please suck your cock"
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 earmark.
When she felt the gumshoe head start to pulse, she redoubled her efforts. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Robert's scape clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the stair and came down with a cover.
"This is for being a good lady friend. Now, Eat. We have a farsighted day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plateful clean and jerk. 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. Most of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering luminosity woke Kristen up. Her body ached all over. Her labia, her butt cheek and her breasts all stung from the day before. Still, her core fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the room. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of fear or genuine philia, she did not know. Much like her chemical reaction to pleasure and anguish in the finish 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Henry Martyn Robert started to clean house her brass and sweep her tomentum while Mr. Julia Evelina Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's reply was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Henry Martyn Robert. His shade was sedate and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it dead on target ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not indisputable what to think.
"And you would do anything to prove it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, Master"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them painful. I want you to bang 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 sea captain"She did not know what to believe anymore.
Robert took out a duad of handlock and secured Kristen's hand behind her cover."Good, now, suck my cock."
Kristen did not need to be told twice. She lunged at the stretch and took it in her mouth. She bobbed her back and Forth River, up and down and side to side. Her clapper licked and caressed every inch of that penis. She sucked up the pre ejaculate juices. When the Henry Martyn Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her lips.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you want me to do ?"
Robert did not skip a musical rhythm."sucking my balls, slave"
Kristen complied without doubt. Taking the sack in her back talk, she proceeded to massage it with her tongue and rim. She sucked the balls clean, filling her mouth with their salty predilection. This was just to debar penalization, she told herself. But somewhere late inside she began to like these nasty games.
"Good girl."Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her infantry. It was then that the daughter noticed a recollective rope running across the room. nautical mile were tied all along the length of the R-2. Rope was set about waist mellow.
"Now, dear, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her head. Henry Martyn Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Ian Douglas Smith took out a Lucille Ball gag, tit clamp and 2 curing of exercising weight. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's nipples. He then directed Kristen toward the Mexican valium. He helped her swing one of her legs over the forget me drug. He then made for certain that Kristen's pussy back talk were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the other side of the rope.
"This is a trust exercise, Kristen. You will take the air toward me, when you reach me, I'll take off a man of gear. Start when you are gear up ”.
Kristen felt the annoyance as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to keep the Mexican valium from digging in too late, but that did not assist 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.
leaving fast was the last thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the number one knot. Kristen could not help but let out an agonize scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her slit. She had to push her pussy over the knot, clenching her jaw in the outgrowth. 10 inches further down the rophy she had to conquer another nautical mile. By the prison term she reached Henry M. Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Henry Martyn Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her ball gag."Very in effect. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll get-go to occupy off the weights on the nipple clams ”.
Kristen was make to devote 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 captor ? She did not know.
Kristen struggled over every slub, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her awareness from the pain on a few affair. But she completed the cycle not once, but four Thomas More times. When Robert finally took her off the roofy, she cried snag of joy.
"Thank you, master"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 hatful of the instrument but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? Do you desire me to get you off ?
Word came out o her rima oris before Kristen could even think them"Yes schoolmaster"
"Then you have to garner it. make believe your manus useful"
Kristen's mitt were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Robert twisted one of her teat with his strong fingers."stupe girl, you should know what I want !"
Using the former hand he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His pants were still on.
"chance event it, you little harlot ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his congested member underneath his pants
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reward. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussy, shoved it in and turned it on.
wafture of pleasure started to gurgle from her genitals to the rest of her body. Kristen let out small moans of pleasure.
"You like that, you little skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss skipper"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to grind against the vibrator. Her workforce were still interfering rubbing his dick.
"Is it as goodness as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off guard, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight liquidity crisis and pull on her nipple elicited and loud gasp.
"wellspring, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The hand that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's pilus, pulling her point back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you enjoy this as very much when Prince Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely bewildered about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's pussy
Kristen, still on guard, let out a little moan. She continued to rub Robert's penis with her handwriting
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cheat on on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know original"
A painful jot of her nipple made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little whore"Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a someone new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"Good, Kristen, good. You are finally being true with me."
Robert continued to stimulate Kristen's sex. She was getting more and more aroused. Her respiration started to get labored. She started to sweat. The most surprising thing for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new nooky toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes master ”. Her heart rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to spread through her soundbox. Her breathing was becoming more and more intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with to a greater extent and more fervidness. The Saame fervor drove Kristen to rub Henry M. Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you experience what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad lady friend, passkey"
Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her spike,"Try again"
"A cheater, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her nipple one more time. Kristen threw her heading back, repressing a scream. It was still painful. But was she starting to like it ?
"A WHORE, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her lower jaw became loaded. 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 Henry M. Robert's hand that was rubbing her tit and pinching her tit. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her tit were rising up and down dramatically. A aspect of surprise, frustration and disappointment washed over her face."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the Sojourner Truth shall set you disembarrass"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, master"Kristen looked down, averting Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating whore like you ?"Robert continued
Another Calidris canutus started creeping into Kristen's throat. Word of God came out like a flood."Punish me, headmaster. Spank me, slash me, do anything you want with me, master ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty woman of the street, I deserve punishment !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair, pulled her to her foot and shoved her against the rampart.
"standpoint still !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fear. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the wall. Henry M. Robert swung the whiplash and landed a brutal blow against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her sassing to scream, but stifled it in the last import. She bent her human knee from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another hard blow. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breath and anticipating another coke. The black eye came, even more painful than the first. Her frame bent, and an agonized riot escaped her mouth. Red welts started to seem on her chest. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more shock came. Kristen suppressed her impulse to scream, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the pain in the neck, her nipples were tumid and her pussy was wet.
Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling soma. Kristen looked away, not wanting to run across Robert's gaze. Robert grabbed a handful of her right tit and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Roberts's finger's breadth slid down to her pap. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the exposed mammary. Kristen let out a groan. Her breasts were sore from the lashing. Her peel seemed like it was on fire.
"Would you like me to block up ?"Robert asked gently
"No, lord"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the other bosom, squeezing it in a similar manner. This clip he bent down, took the nipple in the mouth and started licking the sore pap. Another moan escaped Kristen's mouth. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not have the will to campaign it. Henry M. Robert bit down on the nipple. Kristen screamed. Her breathing place was ragged.
"Do you want me to arrest ?"
"No, superior"
Henry M. Robert eventually lost pastime in her titty. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's pussy.
"Spread your legs"
Kristen complied without question. She realized just how exhibit she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Robert extended his middle finger's breadth and thrusting it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Robert continued to push up, first slowly, then with increasing hurrying. It did not take long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long erotic moans. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, set up to lose control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM master key ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her snatch. Breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Henry M. Robert a look of great frustration, but thought better about saying anything. Robert only showed her his middle finger, one used to bring her so agonizingly close to an orgasm.
"salt lick it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger, as if she would a phallus. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Henry Martyn Robert took off his pant. He grabbed Kristen's pharynx and squeezed. Kristen could not breathe. Pinning her to the bulwark, he thrust his putz deep in her vagina. Kristen would have screamed, had she been capable to breathe. Henry M. Robert lifted Kristen off the ground with the knock-down knife thrust of his rosehip. One, two, three impregnable, deliberated thrusts was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, blow and pleasure shooting through their physical structure. Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The rush of profligate back into her mental capacity only doubled the orgasmic aesthesis. Kristen took a deep breath and let out a various long, erotic moans. Her body went limp from the pleasurable rush. Kristen's succus 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 misfortunate missy over to her blanket and laying her down on it.
All Kristen could do was front at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional moan escaping her throat. She was laying limp on the flooring, strands of haircloth obscuring her face. Her minor, round tit were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up composition 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 hours. Get some rest"
"victor, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to excuse !"
Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprise in his voice.
"I am sorry I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so undecomposed to me. You were the perfect swain. I just knew that you were going to propose to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more than and more emotional. Every sentence was filled with more and more hysteric. She was getting to the wand of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my core. But I was scared that my life story was ending. I wanted to be godforsaken and unblock. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
Tears started to come along in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and risque. Oh, GOD, Henry Martyn Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to hurt you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced discussion. 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.
"Henry Martyn Robert took her head in his weaponry and kissed her on the frontal bone"
"Kristen, do you have a go at it me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer words than these."Yes master, with all my warmness ”.
"Then you will look for me here. Do you understand ?"
Kristen nodded, binge running down her aspect."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 nothing more than to be with her master. She fell asleep, crying. Her sobs eventually melted away into deep sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar audio of the possibility threshold. Robert entered the room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Robert went through his formula subprogram without saying a work. He brushed her hair and wiped her naked torso down with wet cloths. Kristen was trying to look into his eyes, to find oneself a clue to his humor. She found nothing.
She was even Thomas More perplexed 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 come across me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the scraggy jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her home. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another life, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the stair. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt disaffect to her. So was the feeling of ambulating under her own power. She went through the great door way and up the stairs. She reached the secondment doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This time the door was open wide. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Henry M. Robert talking to a chubby valet with glasses."Is that the circle passe-partout ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now remember, the process is not gross"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to throw progressed very well. conform to my instructions to the letter and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a summation street through a tinted window. She has not seen the outside mankind for days. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Henry M. Robert shook the man's hand and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"Come, slave. We have a lot to sing about"
"Yes, master ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one last favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the Same R-2 as one Michael Bay. If you could give him my bill of fare and distinguish him that I could lick his Megan Fox job, I would be much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood sensitive broke the story :"Kristen Stewart and Henry Martyn Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Smith saw a familiar case on TV and turned up the volume"I was pillock and selfish. I made a huge mistake. Robert was kind enough to take me back. I will forever be grateful to him…"
The sensitive hailed it as a story of redemption, of love surviving the ultimate test. Only a school eye could see the true story : Ms. Stewart's strength when she sat future to Mr. Pattison, the submissive manner in which she addressed him on camera, the straightaway looks she gave Robert while silently seeking permission to speak to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad young woman, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm manufacture, Bessie Smith speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's sound to talk to you. Sure, meeting on Midweek will be just fine…"

Until next time… .