Celebrity flight simulator : Kristen Stewart
Codes : MF, nc, violation, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, alliance,

Disclaimer : This is fiction, it did NOT pass off. Fantasy is legal. This taradiddle does not advocate violence against adult female. If you have any proffer for this or any early succeeding story, delight e-mail me. Don't forget to spay and neuter your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the breakup. Kristen's amour caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of grief and choler. And despite his comfortably efforts to reconcile, the intuitive feeling were not going away.
When a booster of a booster suggested a certain station that"fixes these relationship problem ”, Robert was sceptical. The byplay card said"Stockholm manufacture"and listed a number. The friend did not chip in much More contingent or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the phone. The whole thing was very closemouthed."Still ”, thought Henry Martyn Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The office on the business scorecard was located on the far outskirts of eastern United States Los Angeles. No sign was posted above or in movement of the door, just an office figure. The inside the power Robert found 4 blank white walls, wide-eyed desk and chairs. There was another doorway on the opposite side of the post. The occupant of the desk was a knit stitch looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading ice and expanding waistline gave an impression of a career office worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a seat.
"You may call me Mr. Smith. First things first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger routine, the Service that we offer are very undivided. You need not only money, but the right link, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a reason. The legality of our services is questionable. But we are very adept at what we do, and nonentity 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 populace frame, Mr. Pattison. Your recent breakup with Ms. Kristen Stewart is public noesis. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to run on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behavior modification. If you choose to employ our Robert William Service, I can undertake that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your human relationship, but Ms. Dugald Stewart well be a lot more accordant and pleasing to you. There will be no more fighting or disagreements. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way possible, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will last out true to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to attain this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combining of proficiency, including bondage, S & M and psychological grooming. What I can guarantee is 100 % success rate and that cipher is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the level of no coming back. If you agree to use our servicing, I will give you ALL the details. If you choose not to use our divine service, this conversation is over. You will never get a line from us again. If you contact the police or the media, they will find aught but a legitimate insurance agency. We are dependable at what we do and we have never had problem. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your answer"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"Tell me more ”.
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The news craze that came after her affair was revealed caused Kristen Stewart to strike down several culture medium appearances. She did not feel like answering any question about the occasion or the breakup. In fact she did not palpate like doing anything for the eternal sleep of the week. She made the margin call to scratch her appointments and dismissed the faculty of her residence. The alone thing she would be doing for the next 7 days is fucking Rupert Sanders, her new favorite boy toy. Henry M. Robert was fun for a piece, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Robert needed to man up and run on.
After putting on her preferred top, boney jeans and brushing her long reddish Robert Brown hair, Kristen made her way toward her bedroom door. A improbable stranger 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 still"said the dissemble interloper. Kristen was frozen in concern. The stranger put away the tongue and quickly spun Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her wrists behind her"Go ahead and scream, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her hands tightly secured, Kristen was shoved aspect up on top of her bed. The interloper took out more Mexican valium and started tying her ankles.
"What do you need from me ? ? ? I have money ! Take my wallet ”. 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 Brassica napus me !"
Still wearing a smile on his masked face, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nose and lip, all while pinning her slender bound manikin to the bed.
The futile but sexy conflict continued for just a few minutes. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head teacher. Her lids closed and her trunk went limp.
"wellspring, there goes the fun share"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the brat's cell headphone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her humankind was dark and frigidness. The bag was still over her head. She was laying face down on the floor, her bare nipples pressed against the cold concrete. Her legs were free, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her head and paradiddle on her back, pain shooter through her spine and arms. She tried to wiggle her fingers and realized they were touching high-pitched up spine 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 room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will overleap her for mean solar day"said the other, unfamiliar phonation
"thoroughly, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A yoke of warm custody grabbed her by the sleeve and set her unsloped, sitting on her genu. The bag was pulled off her caput and Kristen was blinded by the brightly lights.
"Good good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of questions, but given your predicament, you are not in the place to ask. If we feel generous, we will answer those interrogation in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could rally with a ball gag in her mouth.
"First things first"Said the alien"You are tied up in a reverse prayer situation. It is designed to not only be painful but to also restrain your bowel movement considerably. So try not to struggle if you want to obviate unneeded pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a glob gag. It is not designed to go along you hushed, but rather to make water you drool, mostly for humiliation purposes. Feel gratuitous to yell all you like. nobody outside these walls can hear you."
By now Kristen's eyes had adjusted to the sparkle. In movement of her stood a man in a ski mask and a unawares whip in his hand. The unknown's vocalisation belonged to him. The sight of him, his wearing apparel and the whip sent shivers down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and edge. Ropes were encircling her trunk 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 Edgar Guest,"continued the mask stranger,"there are regulation you have to follow, break them and risk punishment. convention 1…
Kristen's mind drowned out the loudspeaker. 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 wrath and confusion. Robert's face didn't alteration. The sound of the lash slicing through the air got her attention. The Speaker was standing right in nominal head of her."Do you understand the household normal"
A look of helpless mental confusion was all Kristen could manage
The masked man grabbed the bound girl by the Kuki and loosened the shoulder strap on the egg gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few second base to sprinkle the gag out.
"Do you understand the convention ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE Hades DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? ROBERT WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The masked man shoved the ball gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more time, do you understand the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU shit ! ! ! You better let me go. People will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The dissemble man shoved the glob gag back into the girlfriend mouth, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's clear some things up. NOBODY is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a week. You were kind decent to cancel all of your appointments for the next 7 daytime, so the metier won't be looking for you. As for Mr. Sanders, he received a text edition shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his number. You even issued a statement on your twitter Page announcing the expiry of your human relationship and a very devout apology to his house and your rooter. In short, nobody will be looking for you for a spell. At this time you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the house rules, it is acquit you did not get a line them. You broke respective of them just now. For that you must be punished. for the first time normal is that you will accost me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of turn and used foul language ”. The masked man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many evildoing did you enumeration, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Henry M. Robert's answer.
"Then you should dispense with the punishment ”, said the masked man as he handed Henry M. Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a prospect to object, her head was forced down on the background. She was still on her stifle. With her hands tied and her ass straight up in the air, the little girl was the real definition of vulnerability. The first base thrash came without warning. The pain across her stern brass was sudden and tart. Kristen let out an agonize and prolonged scream.
The shock was quickly followed by fear and an impending feeling of doom.
The secondment strike of the whip was as shocking as the first. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The third bang of the whip sent an reverberation across the diminished room. The bother similarly echoed from her can, through her acantha and throughout the rest of her distort body. Kristen could not think or sympathise what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer helplessness she was experiencing, or the panic that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the pain. Whatever the rationality, Kristen was in crying and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the lash struck her defenseless ass for the 4th time. Time seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the floor with no posture or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whip for the 5th clock time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her globe gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a calm down response from behind her. This was the first time that Henry Martyn Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in straw man of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting office
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my trust ! You have caused me unbelievable pain ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide-cut eyed at Robert. This was the first time she has seen such rage.
The room was once again dumb. Only two sounds filled the reposition elbow room were the small whimper and sobs that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's pilus and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her only warning before she felt Roberts phallus thrust inside her. Kristen let out a unforesightful yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a harlot"Henry Martyn Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's hair again. Kristen's back was arched in a painful manner. The web of ropes that surrounded her body and kept her hands in a reverse prayer position only made it worse. Henry Martyn Robert gave his hips one powerful thrust. painfulness jibe through Kristen's scalp, down her spikelet and through her arms. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of infliction"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's sentences was punctuated by a strong pelvic knife thrust. Each thrust brought on more riot. The screams seemed to feed Henry Martyn Robert's lecherousness. The jab became more steady and patronize. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain. The agonized screams were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The tone of despair filled her with terror. She was once again bawling. Her ball gag prevented her from swallowing. As a result she was drooling uncontrollably. In short, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new sensation soon washed over her ; arousal. As Robert continued to fuck her, she felt her loins swell."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in excruciation. Not only was she bound, helpless and abused, but now her own eubstance started to betray her.
Each thrust sent a wafture through Kristen's soundbox. Whether it was one of nuisance or pleasure, the pitiful fille could no longer tell. The warm sensation spread from her loins to the rest of her body. Her mind was racing, her sight became cloudy. She was doing everything to prevent the seemingly inevitable climax. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Henry Martyn Robert tensed up, gave one final jabbing, grunted and released his burden inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily slump over on top of her limit word form. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her body was still in agony. The painful sensation 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 trouser and started to take the air out of the room.
"Make certainly 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 rope was passed through the loop on the roof and attached to a pulley on the side of the wall. The masked man used the other end to tie yet another burl behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's spring human body. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the base. As the Mexican valium pulled her higher, she once again felt the pain in her lowly back and shoulder joint. Kristen struggled to her feet, but her captor continued to attract up on the rophy. Soon Kristen was forced to bear on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the circle, Kristen could barely touch the undercoat with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her back, arms and shoulder joint was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Stewart"said the cloaked man,"movement will only make the pain spoiled"
The man walked out of the room. The lights went off. The sonorous metallic element door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with nothing but her hurting to keep her caller. The whimpers and sobs filled the abandon outer space.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Henry M. Robert Pattison. He was watching the Monitor. The screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her body deform. Her heart portrayed gross agony.
"This is not the showtime metre I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the clientele 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 to the lowest degree try to. She will still walk the red carpet. She will do all the things she has done before. The only thing that will transfer 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 work on if you know the aright buttons to push. Ms. Stewart has to turn submissive to you. She has to be dependent on you. You need to crap this relationship strictly about reward and punishments. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terms. This is simple mental conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to learn to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely hungry by now. Bring her food in about an hour. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her idea was completely concentrated on the pain. She was fighting to go along her cognizance. The annoyance was overwhelming. She was beginning to fall back her struggle.
The bedroom doorway opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light source. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The rage in his centre was gone.
He put the two shell he brought with him on the floor and went over to the pulley block. Kristen's exhausted soundbox was lowered to the ground. Her leg could not curb her weight unit and founder under her. Robert untied the international nautical mile responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food"He said calmly."I will take aim off your gag. Please stay silent."
The ball was removed. Her jaw ached, her sassing was parched. Robert offered her a deoxyephedrine of urine and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be athirst"said Robert in an almost pleasant whole step.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Truth was, she was very athirst. Her breakfast was small and she had nothing to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just actor's line, Kristen. Actions mouth louder. Show me just how thankful you are"respond Henry M. Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Robert unzipped his drawers and let his stuff penis drop out."No tooth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's eyes bulged at the sight of his member. She has never performed a blowjob. The very thought of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stammer and shake her head
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A smack across the cheek startled and shook Kristen. The young woman's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful bitch !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the glob gag back into her mouthpiece and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more willing to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the chamber and closed the doorway. Kristen once again found herself in the dark. She was no longer suspended above the floor. As long as she did not struggle against her bonds, she did not experience the pain. But without the pain sensation, her early senses were once again working. Within 10 bit the sense datum of hunger was intolerable. She could crawl right next to the food bowl, but het gag did not let her manducate or live with. The sense of smell filled her nostril and made the sensation even more piercing. This was a different form of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an timelessness. The door opened once again. Robert entered the elbow room and looked at Kristen's spring form.
"Are you ready to utter your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her fountainhead desperately and moaned through the gag. Henry Martyn Robert took his time undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Henry M. Robert when the nut gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smack across the facial expression shut Kristen up.
"You will call me captain, and you will beg me to admit you to blow me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will fertilize you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"Good, now be a good bawd and beg"
A knot started to forge in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please soak up your rooster ?"
Henry M. Robert unzipped his knickers and let his prick hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her stifle toward the waiting Robert. She kept her eyes on the now bulging penis, hesitant to get close to it. The mentation of putting that thing in her mouth was almost vomit inducing.
"Perhaps you would like time lag another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her read/write head toward the penis, hesitating just a little before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the shaft with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Robert rolled his eyes."Don't waste my time, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a small Sir Thomas More force per unit area with her lips 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 inside of her mouth.
Robert lost solitaire and grabbed the back of Kristen's scalp, shoving her headway forward and forcing his dick late inside Kristen's pharynx. Kristen gave a frightened yelp, then started to scramble against Henry M. Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will rack up you raw ! You got that ?"scream Robert.
Kristen understood and took maintenance to keep her jaw opened. But she could not serve but struggle against Robert's bobby pin. His tool was moving in and out of her throat, making it hard to rest. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggles only seemed to deform Robert on even more. His thrusts increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was rivet on her respiration, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his orgasm. Soon after, her mouthpiece was filled with Robert's hot seed. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's headland so he could front into her eyes. The sperm cell was starting to drip out of her mouth.
"drink it"he demanded,"you will call for the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to hurl 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 project up. It took several more drink. While she managed to keep it down, she could not fake the expression of disgust that washed over her face. That formula seemed to present Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the silver bowling ball of food for thought in battlefront 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 interpret that ?"
Kristen knew better than to argue with him.
The Heavy room access 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 doggie bowling ball was yet another humiliation, but one that she was willing to survive with. She shoved her sassing trench in to the bowl. By the meter she was done, the bowl was licked clean. So was the flooring where the stray chip of nutrient fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete floor was severe and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get well-off. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even tears were no foresighted an option. She curled herself in the foetal positioning. Her teeth chattered and her organic structure shook from the frigidness. Eventually exhaustion won over and she passed out.
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When the sound of the door possible action and the bright lights woke her, she did not know where she was. She was hoping that the repulsion of the dark before were just a bad dream. When she managed to unfold her middle, she fell into despair once again.
Her torso ached all over. Her butt cheeks still stung rom the whipping. Her pussycat felt sore from the rape. She could barely feel her hands.
Henry Martyn Robert and the masked man entered the room.
"Mr. Smith is going to untie you, but only if you promise to deport yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to speak, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her hear instead. Mr. Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the grayback. Henry Martyn Robert approached the young lady with a bottle of water and some wet wipes.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Robert started cleaning her expression with the rub. Kristen was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, dried bout, saliva and bits of nutrient covered her face.
Robert was very easy with her. This was not the Sami man that raped her the Night before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your churl flavour, you know"he said casually, brushing her long, reddish brown hairsbreadth,"You are a cancel beauty. You should not shroud your characteristic ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She tried to see calm down, but her psyche was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Julia Evelina Smith undid her Bond. Kristen was able to move her paw for the first sentence in many hours. She gasped as pain gibe through her arms. It would take a while to regain their to the full mobility.
Mr. David Smith turned away from her, putting the Mexican valium away in his bag. Soon after, Robert turned away as well, walking over to the refuse and checking his headphone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely release. Moreover, the leaden room access was open and unobstructed. The whole process took only a few second gear, but Kristen decided to score a run for it.
Her branch were sore and painful. Her sense of counterbalance was off and she was still exhausted from last night's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the doorway. She stumbled respective times 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 step for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a doorway. She pulled on the handle, but the door would not give. She pounded on the door, she screamed for avail, but nothing helped. Whatever strength carried her up the stairs was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the door and started crying. She hugged her articulatio genus and rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few minute later she heard the step coming from below. The footsteps were deliberate, absent urging or panic. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, chroma hidden in that sedate voice.
"Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded smack made her see stars.
"Do you savour lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you insist on betraying me at every bend ?."
Kristen was hysteric. Her rip flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Henry M. Robert grabbed a handful of Kristen's pilus and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to behave and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to hope you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the stairs by her scalp. Kristen continued to choke on her own whoreson, grabbing at the rampart to keep on her balance.
"You are a treasonous, backstabbing lady of pleasure. I extended you a petty kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to confide you ever again ?"
When they reached the bedroom, Henry M. Robert threw Kristen on the level.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the unruly sobs
"Words, Kristen, just words ! Your action at law speak otherwise !"squabble out Robert.
He then addressed to the masked man ;"Mr. Smith, the sporting lady has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her carpus, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrists together then did the same to her articulatio cubiti. He then tied a recollective piece of rope to Kristen's carpus and hooked the other end on the ceiling pulley-block. He pulled the Mexican valium tight enough to leaven the female child's wrists as mellow as her shoulders, but allowed Kristen to keep to suffer up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 metrical unit long metal celestial pole with straps attached to each end. The pole was attached to the ankle, leaving Kristen's legs spread. The ring gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the supporting players. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Henry Martyn Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the Kuki-Chin."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. whiplash in hand, he took a swing music at Kristen's torso. Kristen let out an agonised screech. A big red wale started to come along across her stomach. Another golf stroke of the whip, another loudly shrieking, another red weal. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 lash across the venter, Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her binding. more than screams followed.
"The low 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front of Kristen once more. His next vacillation was aimed squarely at her breasts. The pain in the neck was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The future 10 are for trying to escape ”. The whip continued to ravage Kristen's breasts, especially her now ultra-sensitive teat. By the sentence the 20th coke landed, Kristen was in utter hysterics.
"Now, for the fun part"said Robert
With that he took out two clinch. He attached weight unit to them. Each system of weights was the size of a golf ball and consider thrice as 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 outcome ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girl. A immediate unzipping sound and she was skewered by Robert's penis.
His thrusts were abruptly and fast. The wave of pleasance pulsed from her pussy to the rest of her consistency. Meanwhile the astute pain from the mammilla clamps radiated through her chest. The smorgasbord of hurting and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her physical structure reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not understand how she was getting off from Brassica napus, but it was the reality. The poor lady friend tried to repress the orgasm but nothing worked. Her breaths became frequent and shallow. Her organic structure started to go into convulsions. Sweat rolled down her saltation limbs.
She was nearing release and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her head. nothing worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic shrieking. Soon after she heard Henry Martyn Robert's pleasurable screeching. For a while the way was filled with sounds of heavy breathing. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal succus and sperm.
"Time to clean it off"he said before sticking his dick in her oral fissure. The ring gag made it unacceptable to act her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"Lick it off, Bitch"Robert said as he inserted his member deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her dear to work out it, but the muck just stayed in her mouth.
It took half an hour to lap it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whiplash. He brushed it up against Kristen's font. A sadistic feeling washed over his fount.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did have one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her brain.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to birth one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her soundbox starting to tremble.
"You do not urinate, you do not shit, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Henry Martyn Robert walked around Kristen's edge frame. Whipped her 5 clock time, lash coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her hint and tried not to scream.
"Now, you will resist there for a while and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to fleet out or fall asleep. You will dislocate your berm if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the elbow room. The labored door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the shadow. She hated the iniquity. There was naught but botheration in the dark. The nipple clamp still tugged at her sore nipples. The ringing gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the taste of her own vaginal juices 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 Robert again.


She had no idea how long it took for Robert to come back. When he did, he brought food for thought and water with him.
"rich person you learned your lesson, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her point affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her straits no.
"That's my girl"said Henry M. Robert, petting her on the dorsum of her straits and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the halo gag. Kristen managed to lick her dried lips. He untied her wrist from the roof roach and undid the straps separating her ankle joint. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry lips.
She did not need any reminders to know what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please suck your cock"
Robert smiled and took off his knickers. Kristen knew what to do. She took his drogue in her back talk like an ice pick cone shape. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her mouth. She swallowed it as far as her pharynx would allow.
When she felt the pecker start to pulse, she redoubled her travail. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Robert's shaft clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Henry Martyn Robert was move.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a blanket.
"This is for being a commodity daughter. Now, Eat. We have a farsighted day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plate clean and jerk. She then laid down on the blanket. Her articulatio radiocarpea and shoulders were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would ingest been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to resist. She has given up trying to fight. about of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the mantle
The flickering visible light woke Kristen up. Her organic structure ached all over. Her labia, her arse cheeks and her breasts all stung from the day before. Still, her heart fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the room. She was determined to obey him this fourth dimension. Whether it was out of fear or real warmness, she did not know. a lot like her reaction to pleasure and pain in the last 2 day, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to clean her face and brush her hair's-breadth while Mr. Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your cock now ?"Kristen's answer was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Henry M. Robert. His feeling was calm and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she imply it ? Kristen was not sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to prove it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, Master"
"I will do affair to you today, Some of them dreadful. I want you to recognise that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to hurt you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes master copy"She did not know what to believe anymore.
Robert took out a pair of handcuffs and secured Kristen's hands behind her back."good, now, suck my cock."
Kristen did not postulate to be told twice. She lunged at the elongated and took it in her lip. She bobbed her back and forth, up and down and side to side. Her spit licked and caressed every inch of that phallus. She sucked up the pre seed succus. 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 skim a meter."Suck my musket ball, slave"
Kristen complied without question. Taking the liberation in her sassing, she proceeded to massage it with her tongue and lips. She sucked the balls clear, filling her mouth with their salty appreciation. This was just to nullify punishment, she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she began to like these awful games.
"Good girl."Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her substructure. It was then that the young lady noticed a longsighted rope running across the room. grayback were tied all along the length of the roach. rope was set about waistline richly.
"Now, love, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her head. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Smith took out a glob gag, pap clamp and 2 solidification of weightiness. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's nipples. He then directed Kristen toward the rope. He helped her swing one of her legs over the rope. He then made sure that Kristen's pussy back talk were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the former side of the rope.
"This is a trust recitation, Kristen. You will take the air toward me, when you reach me, I'll take off a piece of appurtenance. start up when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to put up on her toes to restrain the circle from digging in too inscrutable, but that did not help much. The R-2 was still rubbing up against her kitty-cat.
"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 first knot. Kristen could not assist but let out an agonize scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the circle was digging in to her pussy. She had to force her pussy over the slub, clenching her jaw in the process. 10 in further down the rope she had to appropriate another knot. By the time she reached Robert, Kristen was set to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her on the os frontale and taking off her ballock gag."Very good. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll start to pick out off the weightiness on the nipple lettuce ”.
Kristen was set up 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 loyalty to her capturer ? She did not know.
Kristen struggled over every grayback, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her knowingness from the pain on a few occasions. But she completed the wheel not once, but four more times. When Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, master"she said as Henry M. Robert
"On your knees"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the sight of the legal document but said nothing.
"Do you want it, slave ? Do you want me to get you off ?
news came out o her mouthpiece before Kristen could even cerebrate them"Yes master"
"Then you have to clear it. build your paw useful"
Kristen's manus were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Henry M. Robert twisted one of her tits with his strong finger."stupe girl, you should know what I want !"
Using the other hand he directed Kristen's boundary hands toward his bulging member. His trouser were still on.
"solidus it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his glut penis underneath his trouser
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reward. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussy, shoved it in and turned it on.
undulation of delight started to burble from her crotch to the rest period of her organic structure. Kristen let out pocket-size moans of pleasure.
"You like that, you piffling crud ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to grind against the vibrator. Her custody were still busy rubbing his dick.
"Is it as goodness as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off sentry duty, Kristen stiffened. The abrasion stopped. She held her breath.

Another nasty squeeze and clout on her teat elicited and tatty gasp.
"Well, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The manus 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 much when Rupert did this ?"Henry M. Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely confused about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's pussy
Kristen, still on safety, let out a humble groan. She continued to rub Henry Martyn Robert's phallus with her hired man
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you screw on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master"
A painful arrest of her nipple made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little tart"Henry M. Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a soul new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"good, Kristen, sound. You are finally being honest with me."
Robert continued to stimulate Kristen's sex. She was getting more and More aroused. Her breathing started to get cloggy. She started to sudate. The most storm thing for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new nookie toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes master key ”. Her heart rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to spread through her dead body. Her respiration was becoming Sir Thomas More and more acute. She was grinding against the vibrator with more than and more fervor. The Saami fervor drove Kristen to rub Henry Martyn Robert's phallus even harder.
"Do you screw what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girl, master"
Robert Twisted her nipple. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A cheater, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Henry M. Robert twisted her nipple one more time. Kristen threw her header back, repressing a shrieking. It was still painful. But was she starting to like it ?
"A tart, MASTER !"Kristen was moaning. Her lower jaw became stiff. Rubbing herself ever harder against Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, Master ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Robert's handwriting that was rubbing her bosom and pinching her nipple. Robert stood in social movement of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her white meat were rising up and down dramatically. A facial expression of surprise, frustration and dashing hopes washed over her face."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you unloose"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, superior"Kristen looked down, averting Henry Martyn Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating tart like you ?"Robert continued
Another knot started creeping into Kristen's throat. language 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 !"
Henry Martyn Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair's-breadth, pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the wall.
"stall stillness !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fear. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the wall. Robert swung the whip and landed a vicious blow against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her mouth to scream, but stifled it in the last moment. She bent her knees from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another tough C. Kristen looked away and shut her middle, holding her breath and anticipating another bump. The blow came, even more abominable than the inaugural. Her frame bent, and an agonized scream escaped her mouth. Red welt started to come out on her titty. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 Sir Thomas More setback came. Kristen suppressed her urge to scream, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the pain, her nipples were set up and her pussy was wet.
Robert threw down the lash and walked over Kristen. He stood over her shaking form. Kristen looked away, not wanting to converge Robert's regard. Henry Martyn Robert grabbed a handful of her right boob and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Bartholomew Roberts's finger slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the exposed mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her breasts were sore from the whipping. Her hide seemed like it was on fire.
"Would you like me to stop ?"Henry M. Robert asked gently
"No, master"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Henry M. Robert grabbed the other breast, squeezing it in a similar manner. This time he bent down, took the nipple in the rima oris and started licking the sore mammilla. Another moan escaped Kristen's mouth. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not give the will to press it. Robert bit down on the nipple. Kristen screamed. Her breathing space was ragged.
"Do you want me to stop ?"
"No, victor"
Robert eventually lost pastime in her boob. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's pussy.
"banquet your peg"
Kristen complied without question. She realized just how open she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Henry M. Robert extended his middle digit and push it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Henry Martyn Robert continued to thrust, first slowly, then with increasing pep pill. It did not take long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long erotic groan. She breathed heavily from her mouthpiece. She got up on her toes, ready to turn a loss control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM passkey ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her pussy. Breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a look of great frustration, but thought better about saying anything. Henry M. Robert only showed her his halfway finger, one used to convey her so agonizingly fold to an orgasm.
"Lick it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the digit, as if she would a penis. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Robert took off his trouser. He grabbed Kristen's pharynx and squeezed. Kristen could not respire. Pinning her to the paries, he thrust his dick deep in her vagina. Kristen would own screamed, had she been able to breathe. Henry Martyn Robert lifted Kristen off the ground with the herculean thrusts of his hip joint. One, two, three potent, deliberated push was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, shock and pleasure shooting through their bodies. Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The kick of bloodline back into her Einstein only doubled the orgasmic wizard. Kristen took a deep intimation and let out a respective long, erotic moans. Her body went limp from the pleasurable rush. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and second joint. It took her almost 30 seconds to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the pathetic girlfriend over to her blanket and laying her down on it.
All Kristen could do was see at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional moan escaping her throat. She was laying limp on the floor, strand of tomentum obscuring her face. Her small, round bosom were rising and falling quickly.
Henry M. Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up pieces of paraphernalia on the way out.
"skipper, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few minute. Get some rest"
"captain, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to apologize !"
Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprise in his voice.
"I am gloomy I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so good to me. You were the gross 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 more and more hysterics. She was getting to the brink of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my center. But I was scared that my life was ending. I wanted to be wild and dislodge. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
Tears started to seem in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and naughty. Oh, GOD, Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to bruise you…Rupert…means nothing… to me…I swear…"
Uncontrollable sobs quickly replaced words. Robert took her in her arms.
"I am sorry ... I am sorry…"Kristen kept repeating between sobs.
"I know"Robert answered.
He let go of Kristen and started to get up
"Please, Master, don't go. Please don't leave me alone here. I'll do anything you want. Anything.
"Robert took her head in his munition and kissed her on the forehead"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer Logos than these."Yes master, with all my heart ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you understand ?"
Kristen nodded, tears running down her face."Yes, master ”.
As the heavy door closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the dark. She hated the dark. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted zero more than to be with her schoolmaster. She fell asleep, crying. Her whoreson eventually melted away into rich sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar phone of the first step door. Henry Martyn Robert entered the way. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Robert went through his normal routine without saying a work. He brushed her hair and wiped her naked eubstance down with wet material. Kristen was trying to look into his centre, to find a clew to his humour. She found nothing.
She was even more pose when, upon finishing the hygiene function, Robert produced a small key and unlocked her handcuffs. Kristen rubbed her sore wrist, not knowing what to pass water of it all. He tossed some clothes in battlefront of her."Put these on and meet me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the tightly fitting blue jean. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her home. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another life-time, perhaps.
Henry Martyn Robert disappeared up the stair. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt alien to her. So was the notion of ambulating under her own big businessman. She went through the heavy door way and up the stairs. She reached the moment room access, one that kept her from escaping. This clip the door was undetermined wide of the mark. She climbed some more step and reached the top. She saw Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with glasses."Is that the rope captain ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now commemorate, the summons is not complete"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to accept progressed very well. succeed my instructions to the letter and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a rundown street through a tinted windowpane. She has not seen the outdoors world for day. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Henry M. Robert shook the man's bridge player and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"come, slave. We have a lot to talk about"
"Yes, passe-partout ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one last party favour"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the Saami roofy as one Michael Bay. If you could pay him my wag and tell him that I could solve his Megan Fox trouble, I would be much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood spiritualist broke the narration :"Kristen Stewart and Henry M. Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Smith saw a familiar fount on TV and turned up the volume"I was stupid and selfish. I made a huge mistake. Robert was kind enough to take me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The media hailed it as a story of redemption, of beloved surviving the ultimate test. Only a trained eye could see the true story : Ms. James Maitland Stewart's posture when she sat future to Mr. Pattison, the subservient manner in which she addressed him on television camera, the quick looks she gave Robert while silently seeking license to speak to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad little girl, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm industry, Smith speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's good to spill to you. for sure, meeting on Midweek will be just fine…"

Until next time… .