famous person Trainers : Kristen Stewart
Codes : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,

Disclaimer : This is fiction, it did NOT materialise. Fantasy is legal. This story does not advocate violence against charwoman. If you have any suggestions for this or any other future story, please netmail me. Don't forget to spay and spay your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
storey :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's matter caught him by surprise. What resulted was a intermixture of grief and angriness. And despite his scoop efforts to reconcile, the feelings were not going away.
When a supporter of a friend suggested a certain plaza that"fixes these relationship problems ”, Robert was skeptical. The business card said"Stockholm Industries"and listed a number. The ally did not give much Sir Thomas More detail or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the phone. The completely thing was very closemouthed."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a looking at ”.
The agency on the business card was located on the far outskirt of East Los Angeles. No signboard was posted above or in front of the door, just an position number. The inside the part Henry Martyn Robert found 4 vacuous Edward D. White walls, simple desk and chair. There was another door on the opposite word face of the office. The occupier of the desk was a plain looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading glasses and expanding waist gave an impression of a career 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 number, the services that we offer are very exclusive. You need not only money, but the right connection, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a rationality. The legality of our service is confutable. But we are very full 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. John Smith leaned forward"You are a world human body, Mr. Pattison. Your recent breakup with Ms. Kristen Dugald Stewart is public knowledge. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to prompt on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is deportment qualifying. If you choose to employ our services, I can guarantee that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your family relationship, but Ms. James Maitland Stewart well be a lot more agreeable and pleasing to you. There will be no more engagement or disagreements. Ms. James Maitland Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will resign to your every desire and will stay true to you ”.
"How exactly do you be after to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combination of proficiency, including bondage, S & M and psychological training. What I can guarantee is 100 % succeeder rate and that cipher is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the full stop of no return. If you agree to use our services, I will grant you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our services, this conversation is over. You will never hear from us again. If you contact the police or the media, they will find nothing but a legitimate insurance agency. We are good at what we do and we have never had problems. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your solution"?
Pattison hesitated for only a import :"Tell me more ”.
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The news frenzy that came after her intimacy was revealed make Kristen Dugald Stewart to scratch several culture medium appearances. She did not sense like answering any questions about the occasion or the breakup. In fact she did not feel like doing anything for the rest of the week. She made the calls to cancel her date and dismissed the stave of her mansion. The alone thing she would be doing for the next 7 days is fucking Rupert electric sander, her new dearie 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 favorite top, tight fitting jean and brushing her farseeing crimson John Brown hair's-breadth, Kristen made her way toward her bedroom door. A tall unknown waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom wall. A tongue was pressed to her slender neck."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot bland"said the masked intruder. Kristen was frozen in fearfulness. The stranger put away the knife and quickly spun Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The trespasser chuckled while tying her wrists behind her"Go ahead and scream, princess, there is nonentity here but us ”.
With her mitt tightly secured, Kristen was shoved aspect up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more rope and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! claim my pocketbook ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankle joint secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into tears"please don't assault me !"
Still wearing a smiling on his masked brass, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nozzle and mouth, all while pinning her slender bound form to the bed.
The futile but sexy conflict continued for just a few minutes. Her centre rolled to the spine of her headway. Her hat closed and her consistency went limp.
"wellspring, there goes the fun part"sighed the interloper,"now, where is the brat's cellphone earpiece ?"


When Kristen woke up, her world was dark and cold. The bag was still over her head. She was laying face down on the floor, her bare nipples pressed against the dusty concrete. Her legs were barren, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to propel her head and curlicue on her back, painfulness shot through her spine and arms. She tried to wiggle her finger's breadth and realized they were touching higher up pricker than they were supposed to. She started to panic and breathe faster. She then realized something big and round was stuck in her oral cavity.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to get word vocalization in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will miss her for Clarence Day"said the other, unfamiliar voice
"well, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A couple of strong hands grabbed her by the arms and set her upright, sitting on her stifle. The bag was pulled off her straits and Kristen was blinded by the bright lights.
"goodness good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of interrogation, but given your plight, you are not in the post to ask. If we feel generous, we will answer those questions in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a formal gag in her mouth.
"First things first"Said the alien"You are tied up in a turnaround orison post. It is designed to not only be painful but to also limit your motion considerably. So try not to shinny if you want to avoid unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have got also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to keep you repose, but rather to name you salivate, mostly for mortification purposes. feeling destitute to scream all you like. Nobody outside these walls can pick up 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 circuit party whip in his hired hand. The stranger's voice belonged to him. The sight of him, his dress and the lash sent shivers down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and leap. roach were encircling her body and breasts.
She then saw the other man. He was slowly circling around the room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"ROBERT ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her mind. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a node,"continued the masked stranger,"there are pattern you have to abide by, let out them and gamble punishment. linguistic rule 1…
Kristen's creative thinker 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 disarray. Robert's expression didn't change. The speech sound of the whip slicing through the air got her attending. The speaker was standing right in figurehead of her."Do you realise the family rules"
A look of helpless muddiness was all Kristen could manage
The masked man grabbed the bound girl 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 nether region DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? Henry M. Robert WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The dissemble 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 linguistic rule ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You unspoilt let me go. People will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The dissemble man shoved the ball gag back into the girls sass, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill deal that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's clear some thing up. cypher is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a week. You were kind enough to strike down all of your appointments for the following 7 days, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. sander, he received a text edition shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his turn. You even issued a command on your twitter page announcing the conclusion of your relationship and a very heartfelt apology to his family and your fans. In short, nobody will be looking for you for a patch. At this clip you are completely at our clemency ”.
"As for the theater normal, it is clear you did not take heed them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. First formula 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 masked man looked up at Henry Martyn Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many evildoing did you count, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should dole out with the penalization ”, said the masked man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a chance to object, her head was forced down on the ground. She was still on her human knee. With her work force tied and her butt straight up in the air, the lady friend was the identical definition of vulnerability. The first thrash came without warning. The painfulness across her butt cheek was sudden and sharp-worded. Kristen let out an agonized and prolonged scream.
The daze was quickly followed by fear and an impending impression of doom.
The irregular smasher of the whip was as shocking as the initiatory. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The third strike of the party whip sent an echo across the small way. The pain similarly echoed from her prat, through her backbone and throughout the rest of her writhed trunk. Kristen could not think or sympathise what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer impuissance she was experiencing, or the panic that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the pain. Whatever the understanding, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th time. fourth dimension seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the floor with no enduringness or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whip for the 5th time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her musket ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quiet response from behind her. This was the maiden time that Henry Martyn Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Henry Martyn Robert sat in front man of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting attitude
"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 confidence ! You have caused me incredible pain ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Robert. This was the first meter she has seen such rage.
The room was once again dumb. Only two audio filled the storage room were the small whimpers and sobbing that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Henry Martyn Robert let go of Kristen's hair's-breadth and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her only if warning before she felt Roberts penis thrust inside her. Kristen let out a short yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a lady of pleasure"Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's hairsbreadth again. Kristen's back was arched in a painful mode. The web of ropes that surrounded her torso and kept her hands in a reverse prayer position only made it worsened. Robert gave his pelvis one powerful thrust. Pain barb through Kristen's scalp, down her spur and through her arms. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of annoyance"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Henry M. Robert's prison term was punctuated by a strong pelvic stab. Each thrust brought on more screams. The screaming seemed to feed Robert's lecherousness. 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 trouble alone. She was helpless. The feeling of desperation filled her with affright. She was once again bawling. Her ballock gag prevented her from swallowing. As a result she was drooling uncontrollably. In light, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; arousal. As Henry M. Robert continued to have sex her, she felt her loins fop."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in suffering. Not only was she bound, helpless and abused, but now her own body started to rat her.
Each thrust sent a wave through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of pain or pleasure, the short missy could no longer secern. The lovesome virtuoso spread from her loin to the quietus of her body. Her mind was racing, her vision became cloudy. She was doing everything to prevent the seemingly inevitable orgasm. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Robert tensed up, gave one final thrust, grunted and released his onus inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily drop-off over on top of her leaping form. She then felt him pull up himself from inside her. Her body was still in agony. The pain was slowly fading and so was the feeling of arousal. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Robert pulled on his pants and started to take the air out of the way.
"Make surely she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the room access. The masked man took out more rope. One end of the circle was passed through the eyelet on the ceiling and attached to a pulley-block on the side of meat of the wall. The masked man used the early end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's bound form. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the story. As the ropes pulled her higher, she once again felt the pain in her modest back and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her substructure, but her captor continued to pull up on the rope. Soon Kristen was forced to place upright on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the rope, Kristen could barely touch the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her backbone, munition and articulatio humeri was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. James Maitland Stewart"said the masked man,"movement will only make the pain spoiled"
The man walked out of the way. The Light went off. The heavy metal door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the darkness with zip but her painful sensation to keep her company. The whimper and dickhead filled the vacuous space.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor lizard. The screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her respiration was panicked. Her body wring. Her eyes portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the first base prison term I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the business organization of maiming citizenry. When this is done, Ms. James Maitland Stewart will still be able to function in her normal environment. She will still act, or at least try to. She will still walk the red carpet. She will do all the things she has done before. The sole thing that will change will be her psychological science ”.
Henry Martyn Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the process and I need you to do exactly as I say. capital of Sweden syndrome is quite easy to bring on if you know the right push to advertise. Ms. Stewart has to get submissive to you. She has to be dependent on you. You need to make this human relationship strictly about wages and punishments. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terms. This is simple mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to hear to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. Bring her food in about an hour. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her mind was completely concentrated on the pain. She was fighting to keep her cognisance. The pain was overwhelming. She was beginning to drop off her battle.
The chamber door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The furore in his eye was gone.
He put the two plates he brought with him on the floor and went over to the pulley. Kristen's exhausted dead body was lowered to the soil. Her legs could not defend her weight and tumble under her. Henry Martyn Robert untied the burl responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some intellectual nourishment"He said calmly."I will train off your gag. Please stay silent."
The ball was removed. Her jaw ached, her sassing was parched. Henry Martyn Robert offered her a meth of water and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be thirsty"said Henry Martyn Robert in an almost pleasant tone.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Truth was, she was very hungry. Her breakfast was small and she had nada to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just wrangle, Kristen. action at law mouth louder. Show me just how thankful you are"replied Henry M. Robert.
Kristen looked at him upset. Robert unzipped his drawers and let his engorged phallus fall out."No dentition now ”, he warned.
Kristen's eyes bulged at the sight of his member. She has never performed a blowjob. The very intellection of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stutter and shake her top dog
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the face startled and shook Kristen. The girl's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You unthankful gripe !"Yelled Henry M. Robert. He shoved the ballock gag back into her mouth and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more willing to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the chamber and closed the door. Kristen once again found herself in the shadow. She was no longer suspended above the floor. As long as she did not contend against her bonds, she did not palpate the pain. But without the pain in the ass, her former sess were once again working. Within 10 minutes the sentience of thirst was unbearable. She could cringe right future to the food bowl, but het gag did not let her chew or get down. The odour filled her nostrils and made the sensation even more acute. This was a unlike kind of torture.
The minute seemed almost like an timeless existence. The door opened once again. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you ready to give tongue to your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her point desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his time undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Henry Martyn Robert when the ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another slap across the grimace shut Kristen up.
"You will call me lord, and you will beg me to allow you to waste me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will fee you. Do you sympathize ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"goodness, now be a just whore and beg"
A nautical mile started to shape in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your stopcock ?"
Robert unzipped his pants and let his cock hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her knee toward the waiting Robert. She kept her eyes on the now bulging phallus, hesitant to get close to it. The thought of putting that thing in her mouth was almost puke inducing.
"Perhaps you would care postponement another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her straits toward the penis, hesitating just a little before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the diaphysis with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her point up and down.
Robert rolled his eyes."Don't waste my fourth dimension, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a lilliputian more pressure with her sassing and licked the tail of the phallus with the tip of her tongue. She wanted zippo to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the inside of her mouth.
Robert lost solitaire and grabbed the back of Kristen's scalp, shoving her head forward and forcing his dick deep inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a scare yip, then started to scramble against Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will whip you raw ! You got that ?"hollo Robert.
Kristen understood and took attention to hold on her jaw opened. But she could not help but contend against Robert's grip. His dick was moving in and out of her throat, making it backbreaking to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to release Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was boil down 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 semen. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's chief so he could look into her eyes. The sperm was starting to drip out of her mouthpiece.
"Swallow it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to throw away 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 shed up. It took several more sup. While she managed to keep it down, she could not fake the expression of disgust that washed over her face. That facial expression seemed to devote Henry Martyn Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her fuzz."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the silver medal arena of food for thought in strawman of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you please untie my weapons system"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the bitch that you are. Do you read that ?"
Kristen knew better than to reason with him.
The Heavy door closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the wickedness. She was tied up and hunched over on her human knee. Eating out of a doggie bowl was yet another humiliation, but one that she was willing to live with. She shoved her oral cavity mysterious in to the sports stadium. By the prison term she was done, the bowl was licked clean. So was the floor where the roam bit of food fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete floor was intemperate and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for assist. Even tears were no farseeing an option. She curled herself in the fetal position. Her teeth chattered and her body shook from the cold. Eventually enfeeblement won over and she passed out.
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When the strait of the door opening and the bright light woke her, she did not eff where she was. She was hoping that the horrors of the night before were just a bad dreaming. When she managed to open her centre, she fell into despair once again.
Her body ached all over. Her butt cheeks still stung rom the walloping. Her pussy felt sore from the colza. She could barely finger her custody.
Robert and the block out man entered the room.
"Mr. Smith is going to unbrace you, but only if you promise to bear yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to mouth, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her hear instead. Mr. Captain John Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knots. Henry Martyn Robert approached the girl with a bottle of water and some wet rub.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Robert started cleaning her face with the rub. Kristen was a mess. Her tomentum was disheveled, dry bust, saliva and bits of food covered her face.
Robert was very gentle with her. This was not the Lapp man that raped her the night before.
"I never really cared for your make-up or your Goth feeling, you know"he said casually, brushing her foresightful, cerise brown pilus,"You are a instinctive beaut. You should not cover your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the former shoe to drop. She tried to bet tranquilize, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Captain John Smith undid her bond certificate. Kristen was able-bodied to move her hands for the first gear time in many 60 minutes. She gasped as pain shot through her weaponry. It would ingest a while to regain their full mobility.
Mr. Smith turned away from her, putting the Mexican valium away in his bag. Soon after, Robert turned away as well, walking over to the garbage and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely free. Moreover, the heavy room access was open and unobstructed. The whole cognitive operation took only a few moment, but Kristen decided to make a run for it.
Her legs were sore and irritating. Her sense of balance was off and she was still exhausted from last night's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the door. She stumbled several metre before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the step. Her mind 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 door. She pulled on the hold, but the room access would not give. She pounded on the threshold, she screamed for help, but nothing helped. Whatever strength carried her up the stairs was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the threshold and started crying. She hugged her stifle and rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few minutes later she heard the footsteps coming from below. The footsteps were deliberate, wanting urgency or terror. Eventually she saw Henry M. Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, intensity hidden in that quiet voice.
"Henry Martyn Robert, please. Let's lecture about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded smacking made her see stars.
"Do you revel lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you insist on betraying me at every good turn ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her snag flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Henry Martyn Robert grabbed a fistful of Kristen's whisker and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to behave and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to commit you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stairs by her scalp. Kristen continued to choke on her own sobs, grabbing at the bulwark to keep her balance.
"You are a treasonable, backstabbing whore. I extended you a niggling forgivingness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to trust you ever again ?"
When they reached the sleeping accommodation, Robert threw Kristen on the level.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable shit
"Words, Kristen, just words ! Your actions speak otherwise !"spat out Robert.
He then addressed to the masked man ;"Mr. Smith, the whore has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrist joint, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrists together then did the same to her cubitus. He then tied a long piece of rope to Kristen's wrist joint and hooked the other end on the ceiling pulley. He pulled the rope tight enough to elevate the girl's wrists as high as her shoulder, but allowed Kristen to go along to stand up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 foot long metal pole with strap attached to each end. The rod was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's legs cattle ranch. The closed chain 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 mentum."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. Whip in hand, he took a cut at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonized scream. A big red welt started to come along across her belly. Another swing of the lash, another aloud scream, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to teardrop. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whips across the abdomen, Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her book binding. more call followed.
"The first 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front of Kristen once more. His next jive was aimed squarely at her knocker. The pain was so vivid, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The next 10 are for trying to escape ”. The party whip continued to waste Kristen's titty, especially her now ultra-sensitive mammilla. By the clock time the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in utter hysterics.
"Now, for the fun part"said Henry M. Robert
With that he took out two clamp. He attached weights to them. Each weight was the size of a golf musket ball and librate thrice as much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to energise them. Kristen let out a loud squeals. When the nipple clamps were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moan grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"activity have upshot ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girl. A speedy unzipping audio and she was skewered by Robert's member.
His thrusts were curtly and spry. The Wave of delight pulsed from her pussy to the rest of her body. Meanwhile the sharp pain from the tit clamps radiated through her thorax. The mixture of pain and delight 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 rapine, but it was the reality. The poor girlfriend tried to suppress the sexual climax but nothing worked. Her breaths became frequent and shallow. Her body started to go into convulsions. sudor rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing release and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her head. zero worked. As she climaxed, she led out an titillating shrieking. Soon after she heard Henry M. Robert's pleasurable scream. For a while the elbow room was filled with phone of heavy breathing. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his phallus still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juice and sperm.
"Time to scavenge it off"he said before sticking his dick in her mouth. The anchor ring gag made it impossible to travel her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"biff it off, Bitch"Henry Martyn Robert said as he inserted his phallus deeper into her oral fissure. Kristen did her sound to cream it, but the slime just stayed in her lip.
It took half an hour to drub it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's face. A sadistic flavour washed over his face.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did suffer one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her read/write head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to birth one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her straits, 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 bound frame. Whipped her 5 times, whiplash coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to shout out.
"Now, you will tolerate there for a patch and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to communicate out or fall asleep. You will dislocate your shoulder if you do."said Henry M. Robert as he walked out of the room. The big door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the dark. She hated the dark. There was nothing but pain in the dark. The nipple clamps still tugged at her sore nipples. The closed chain gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the taste of her own vaginal juices in her mouth. She did not desire to be this way anymore. She did not require to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Robert again.


She had no musical theme how foresighted it took for Henry Martyn Robert to come back. When he did, he brought intellectual nourishment and piddle with him.
"wealthy person 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 principal no.
"That's my missy"said Henry M. Robert, petting her on the back of her brain and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the ring gag. Kristen managed to lick her dried lip. He untied her wrists from the ceiling rope and undid the shoulder strap separating her ankles. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry lips.
She did not need any admonisher to know what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please imbibe your prick"
Robert smiled and took off his trouser. Kristen knew what to do. She took his windsock in her back talk like an ice cream cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her sassing. She swallowed it as far as her pharynx would take into account.
When she felt the dick start to pulse, she redoubled her crusade. And when the hot cum exploded in her sassing, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juice, licking Robert's shaft clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a mantle.
"This is for being a undecomposed girl. Now, Eat. We have a yearn day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that denture clean. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrists and shoulder joint were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would get been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to resist. She has given up trying to fight. to the highest degree of all, she was earnestly afraid of dissatisfactory Robert.
She fell asleep on the cover
The flickering lighter woke Kristen up. Her eubstance ached all over. Her labia, her butt buttock and her chest all stung from the day before. Still, her heart fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the way. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of fear or genuine warmheartedness, she did not lie with. a good deal like her reactions to pleasure and pain in the concluding 2 Clarence Day, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to cleanse her face and brush her hair while Mr. Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Henry Martyn Robert. His note was calm and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it reliable ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not surely what to think.
"And you would do anything to prove it, wouldn't you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
"Yes, Master"
"I will do things to you today, Some of them sore. I want you to jazz 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 superior"She did not have it away what to think anymore.
Robert took out a yoke of handcuffs and secured Kristen's hands behind her book binding."good, now, suck my cock."
Kristen did not require to be told twice. She lunged at the prolonged and took it in her mouth. She bobbed her back and Forth, up and down and side to side. Her spit licked and caressed every inch of that penis. She sucked up the pre ejaculate juices. When the Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her lips.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you want me to do ?"
Henry Martyn Robert did not hop-skip a beatnik."suction my balls, slave"
Kristen complied without inquiry. Taking the sack in her back talk, she proceeded to massage it with her lingua and back talk. She sucked the formal blank, filling her back talk with their salty gustatory sensation. This was just to head off punishment, she told herself. But somewhere thick inside she began to like these nasty biz.
"Good girl."Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her feet. It was then that the girlfriend noticed a long circle running across the room. Knots were tied all along the distance of the Mexican valium. Rope was set about shank high.
"Now, dear, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her mind. Henry Martyn Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Smith took out a ball gag, nipple clamps and 2 sets of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weightiness to Kristen's nipples. He then directed Kristen toward the forget me drug. He helped her swing one of her stage over the rope. He then made sure that Kristen's pussy lips were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the early English of the rope.
"This is a cartel usage, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll take off a spell of paraphernalia. take up when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to endure on her toes to retain the rope from digging in too trench, but that did not help much. The rope was still rubbing up against her kitty.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn off yourself"warned Robert.
departure fasting was the utmost thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the first knot. Kristen could not help but let out an agonized scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the rope was digging in to her pussy. She had to thrust her cunt over the greyback, clenching her jaw in the cognitive process. 10 column inch further down the rope she had to conquer another air mile. By the time she reached Henry M. Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulder joint, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her ball gag."Very undecomposed. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll starting to take off the weights on the nipple wampum ”.
Kristen was ready to give up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Henry M. Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine trueness to her captor ? She did not know.
Kristen struggled over every knot, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her consciousness from the pain on a few occasions. But she completed the oscillation not once, but four more times. When Robert finally took her off the roach, she cried bust of joy.
"Thank you, sea captain"she said as Henry Martyn Robert
"On your knees"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the mint of the official document but said nothing.
"Do you desire it, slave ? Do you want me to get you off ?
Word came out o her mouth before Kristen could even think them"Yes passkey"
"Then you have to earn it. spend a penny your hands utile"
Kristen's hand were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Henry M. Robert twisted one of her boob with his firm finger."pudding head young lady, you should know what I want !"
Using the other hand he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging member. His pants were still on.
"Stroke it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his engorged member underneath his pants
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reinforcement. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussy, shoved it in and turned it on.
undulation of joy started to ripple from her crotch to the rest of her physical structure. Kristen let out small moans of pleasure.
"You like that, you piffling skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to cranch against the vibrator. Her mitt were still busy rubbing his dick.
"Is it as good as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off precaution, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight wring and twist on her nipple elicited and loud gasp.
"well, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The hand that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hair, pulling her head back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you enjoy this as often when Rupert did this ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely confused about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Henry Martyn Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's pussy
Kristen, still on sentry duty, let out a lowly moan. She continued to rub Robert's phallus with her men
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cheat on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master"
A painful arrest of her mammilla made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little whore"Robert whispered in the young woman's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a someone new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"commodity, Kristen, adept. You are finally being honorable with me."
Robert continued to stimulate Kristen's sex. She was getting to a greater extent and to a greater extent turned on. Her external respiration started to get heavier. She started to perspire. 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 captain ”. Her heart rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to spread through her body. Her breathing was becoming more and Thomas More intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more than excitation. The same excitation drove Kristen to rub Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you hump what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, maestro"
Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are smart than that, Kristen."He hissed in her spike,"Try again"
"A cheater, master key !"
"NO ! Try again !"Henry Martyn Robert twisted her nipple one more fourth dimension. Kristen threw her headland back, repressing a thigh-slapper. It was still sore. But was she starting to like it ?
"A bawd, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her downcast jaw became starchy. Rubbing herself ever harder against Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, Master ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Henry Martyn Robert's helping hand that was rubbing her titty and pinching her mammilla. Henry M. Robert stood in front man of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her titty were rising up and down dramatically. A look of surprise, defeat and dashing hopes washed over her aspect."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you free"said Henry Martyn Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a cocotte, Kristen."
"Yes, master copy"Kristen looked down, averting Henry Martyn Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating whore like you ?"Henry M. Robert continued
Another Calidris canutus started creeping into Kristen's throat. Holy Writ came out like a flood."Punish me, master. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, master ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve penalisation !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair's-breadth, pulled her to her invertebrate foot and shoved her against the wall.
"STAND STILL !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in reverence. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the rampart. Robert swung the whip and landed a vicious blow against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her sass to shout, but stifled it in the last bit. She bent her knees from the painfulness, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another hard blow. Kristen looked away and shut her heart, holding her breath and anticipating another nose candy. The blow came, even more sore than the first. Her frame bent, and an agonized scream escaped her mouth. Red wale started to appear on her titty. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more blows came. Kristen suppressed her urge to scream, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the infliction, her teat were vertical and her slit was wet.
Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling form. Kristen looked away, not wanting to meet Robert's gaze. Henry Martyn Robert grabbed a handful of her right boob and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Henry M. Robert's finger slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the queer mammary. Kristen let out a groan. Her white meat were sore from the beating. Her skin seemed like it was on fervency.
"Would you like me to stop ?"Robert asked gently
"No, master"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Henry M. Robert grabbed the other breast, squeezing it in a interchangeable manner. This time he bent down, took the tit in the mouth and started licking the sore nipple. Another groan escaped Kristen's mouthpiece. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not induce the will to crusade it. Robert bit down on the tit. Kristen screamed. Her breath was ragged.
"Do you want me to give up ?"
"No, schoolmaster"
Henry Martyn Robert eventually lost pursuit in her breasts. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's pussy.
"Spread your legs"
Kristen complied without interrogative sentence. She realized just how exposed she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Henry M. Robert extended his middle finger and thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Robert continued to force, first slowly, then with increasing hurrying. It did not take long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out retentive erotic moans. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, gear up to recede control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her kitty. Breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a face of capital frustration, but thought better about saying anything. Robert only showed her his middle fingerbreadth, one used to lend her so agonizingly closing to an orgasm.
"Lick it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger's breadth, as if she would a penis. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Robert took off his gasp. He grabbed Kristen's throat and squeezed. Kristen could not breathe. Pinning her to the bulwark, he thrust his dick deep in her vagina. Kristen would have screamed, had she been able to breathe. Robert lifted Kristen off the land with the powerful thrusts of his hips. One, two, three firm, debate thrusts was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, shock and pleasure shooting through their bodies. Henry M. Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The rush of stemma back into her brain only doubled the orgasmic sensation. Kristen took a deep breathing space and let out a several long, erotic moans. Her physical structure went limp from the pleasurable rush. Kristen's succus rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 seconds to depart breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the hapless lady friend 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 throat. She was laying limp on the base, strands of hair obscuring her face. Her small, round breasts were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up pieces of appurtenance 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"
"superior, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to apologize !"
Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprisal in his voice.
"I am good-for-nothing I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so good to me. You were the perfect boyfriend. I just knew that you were going to propose to me…"
Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more aroused. Every sentence was filled with Sir Thomas More and more hysterics. She was getting to the threshold of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my heart. But I was scared that my life was ending. I wanted to be waste and spare. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
bout started to look in her oculus.
"I just wanted to be bad and gamy. Oh, GOD, Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to hurt you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced words. Robert took her in her arms.
"I am sorry ... I am sorry…"Kristen kept repeating between sobs.
"I know"Henry M. Robert answered.
He let go of Kristen and started to get up
"Please, headmaster, don't go. Please don't leave me alone here. I'll do anything you want. Anything.
"Robert took her capitulum in his implements of war and kissed her on the forehead"
"Kristen, do you bonk me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer parole than these."Yes master, with all my nerve ”.
"Then you will hold off for me here. Do you read ?"
Kristen nodded, tears running down her nerve."Yes, primary ”.
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 mystifying sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar sound of the chess opening door. Robert entered the elbow room. Her try fluttered. She even allowed herself a grin.
Henry Martyn Robert went through his normal routine without saying a work. He brushed her hair and wiped her naked consistence down with wet textile. Kristen was trying to look into his eyes, to happen a hint to his temper. She found nothing.
She was even Thomas More baffle when, upon finishing the hygienics turn, Robert produced a small key and unlocked her manacle. Kristen rubbed her sore wrist, not knowing what to make of it all. He tossed some clothes in social movement of her."Put these on and meet me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the scrawny jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her place. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another living, perhaps.
Henry Martyn Robert disappeared up the stair. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The dress felt foreign to her. So was the flavour of ambulating under her own power. She went through the heavy threshold way and up the step. She reached the second threshold, one that kept her from escaping. This fourth dimension the threshold was open wide. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Henry Martyn Robert talking to a chubby man with drinking glass."Is that the rope passe-partout ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Henry Martyn Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now remember, the process is not staring"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens nightlong, but you seemed to have progressed very well. stick with my instructions to the missive 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 outside world for days. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Robert shook the man's paw and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"semen, slave. We have a lot to verbalise about"
"Yes, passkey ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one utmost party favour"said the Mr. Smith."I am mindful that you run in the same circles as one Michael Bay. If you could apply him my calling card and tell him that I could work out his Megan Fox job, I would be much obliged."
A workweek later the Hollywood media broke the story :"Kristen Dugald Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Smith saw a comrade case on TV and turned up the bulk"I was stupid and selfish. I made a huge mistake. Robert was sort sufficiency to aim me back. I will forever be grateful to him…"
The media hailed it as a story of buyback, of love surviving the ultimate tryout. Only a cultivate eye could see the lawful story : Ms. Jimmy Stewart's posture when she sat future to Mr. Pattison, the submissive fashion 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 girl, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"capital of Sweden diligence, Smith speechmaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's undecomposed to talk to you. sure, meeting on Midweek will be just fine…"

Until next time… .