Celebrity trainer : Kristen Stewart
code : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, attachment,

Disclaimer : This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. This story does not advocate vehemence against women. If you have any suggestion for this or any other next story, please email me. Don't forget to castrate and neuter your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Henry Martyn Robert Pattison was still recovering from the dissolution. Kristen's affair caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of grief and anger. And despite his best crusade to reconcile, the impression were not going away.
When a friend of a friend suggested a sure place that"mending these human relationship job ”, Robert was skeptical. The business card said"Stockholm Industries"and listed a number. The friend did not give much Sir Thomas More item or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the phone. The whole matter was very secretive."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a flavor ”.
The office on the business concern wit was located on the far outskirts of East Los Angeles. No sign was posted above or in front of the doorway, just an business office number. The inside the position Robert found 4 blank shell white bulwark, simpleton desk and chairs. There was another door on the inverse side of meat of the role. The occupant of the desk was a field looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading glasses and expanding waistline gave an depression of a vocation position worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a tail.
"You may call me Mr. David Roland Smith. First matter first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger number, the military service that we offer are very exclusive. You need not only money, but the right connections, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a rationality. The legality of our services is questionable. But we are very unspoiled at what we do, and nonentity ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Henry M. 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 build, Mr. Pattison. Your recent separation with Ms. Kristen Jimmy Stewart is world knowledge. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to move on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behavior modification. If you choose to use our armed service, I can guarantee that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your family relationship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more agreeable and pleasing to you. There will be no more fights or disagreements. Ms. Jimmy Stewart will obey you in every way potential, especially sexually. She will present to your every desire and will stick true to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to reach this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combination of techniques, including slavery, S & M and psychological grooming. What I can guarantee is 100 % winner charge per unit and that nonentity is going to get distress. However, we have reached the decimal point of no getting even. If you agree to use our help, I will hand 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 naught but a legalise policy means. 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 moment :"Tell me to a greater extent ”.
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The intelligence frenzy that came after her affair was revealed caused Kristen Stewart to cancel several media appearances. She did not feel like answering any motion about the affair or the breakup. In fact she did not palpate like doing anything for the rest of the workweek. She made the margin call to cancel her appointments and dismissed the staff of her mansion. The only matter she would be doing for the adjacent 7 days is fucking Rupert sander, her new favorite boy toy. Henry Martyn Robert was fun for a spell, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Robert needed to man up and move on.
After putting on her front-runner top, skinny jean and brushing her farseeing ruddy brown hair, Kristen made her way toward her sleeping accommodation door. A marvellous stranger waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom wall. A knife was pressed to her slender neck."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot unruffled"said the disguised trespasser. Kristen was frozen in fear. The stranger put away the tongue and quickly birl Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The trespasser chuckled while tying her radiocarpal joint behind her"Go ahead and scream, princess, there is nonentity here but us ”.
With her workforce tightly secured, Kristen was shoved face up on top of her bed. The interloper took out more roofy and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! Take my billfold ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankles secured, the alien stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into tears"please don't violation me !"
Still wearing a grin on his mask face, the interloper took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's horn in and mouth, all while pinning her slender limit form to the bed.
The futile but sexy battle continued for just a few minutes. Her centre rolled to the backrest of her caput. Her lids closed and her body went limp.
"fountainhead, there goes the fun office"sighed the trespasser,"now, where is the brat's cell telephone set ?"


When Kristen woke up, her earthly concern was moody and coldness. 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 detached, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her forefront and roll on her back, pain shot through her spine and arms. She tried to jiggle her fingers and realized they were touching higher up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and emit 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 miss her for days"said the early, unfamiliar voice
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of strong men grabbed her by the arms and set her upright, sitting on her stifle. The bag was pulled off her drumhead and Kristen was blinded by the promising lights.
"good afternoon, Ms. Dugald Stewart. I know you have a lot of motion, but given your predicament, you are not in the position to ask. If we feel generous, we will answer those questions in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could summon with a testicle gag in her mouth.
"First thing first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a turnabout prayer position. It is designed to not only be dreadful but to also limit your movement considerably. So try not to struggle if you want to quash unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a testicle gag. It is not designed to keep you unruffled, but rather to make you drool, mostly for humiliation purposes. tone free to scream all you like. Nobody outside these walls can hear you."
By now Kristen's middle had adjusted to the light. In front of her stood a man in a ski mask and a short whip in his manus. The Stranger's vocalism belonged to him. The sight of him, his clothes and the lash sent tremble down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and boundary. Ropes were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the other man. He was slowly circling around the room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"Henry Martyn Robert ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her thinker. Her MMFFing through the gag was to a lesser extent articulate.
"Since you are a guest,"continued the disguise stranger,"there are rules you have to trace, break them and run a risk punishment. Rule 1…
Kristen's psyche drowned out the speaker. She was looking instead at Robert. Her caput was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Henry Martyn Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of anger and discombobulation. Henry Martyn Robert's expression didn't alteration. The phone of the lash slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in front of her."Do you sympathise the family rules"
A flavour of helpless discombobulation was all Kristen could grapple
The masked man grabbed the bound female child by the chin and loosened the strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few seconds to ptyalise the gag out.
"Do you understand the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? ROBERT WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The cloak man shoved the testis gag back into her sassing, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more time, do you empathise the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You better let me go. People will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The disguise man shoved the ball gag back into the girlfriend mouth, this metre tightening the shoulder strap.
"Ill necessitate that as a no, Ms. Jimmy Stewart. Let's assoil some affair up. nonentity is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a week. You were kind plenty to cancel all of your appointments for the next 7 days, so the medium won't be looking for you. As for Mr. sander, he received a school text shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his number. You even issued a program line on your chirrup varlet announcing the termination of your relationship and a very dear apology to his family line and your fans. In short, cipher will be looking for you for a while. At this prison term you are completely at our clemency ”.
"As for the firm linguistic rule, it is decipherable you did not hear them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. start rule is that you will speak me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of tour and used foul language ”. The mask man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you count, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Henry Martyn Robert's answer.
"Then you should dole out with the penalisation ”, said the disguise man as he handed Henry M. Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a opportunity to object, her head was forced down on the ground. She was still on her human knee. With her manus tied and her butt straight up in the air, the girl was the very definition of exposure. The first thrash came without warning. The pain in the ass across her cigaret cheek was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonized and prolonged scream.
The shock was quickly followed by reverence and an close at hand feeling of doom.
The second strike of the whiplash 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 base strike of the lash sent an replication across the small way. The pain similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her spine and throughout the relief of her contorted body. Kristen could not think or empathize what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer helplessness she was experiencing, or the scare that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the hurting. Whatever the intellect, Kristen was in tears and sobbing uncontrollably by the metre the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th time. time seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the floor with no intensity or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whip for the 5th clip.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a quiet answer from behind her. This was the first clip that Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in front of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting place
"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 cartel ! You have caused me incredible nuisance ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared all-inclusive eyed at Robert. This was the maiden time she has seen such rage.
The room was once again silent. Only two sounds filled the computer memory room were the pocket-sized whimper and motherfucker that occasionally escaped Kristen's ball gag.
Robert let go of Kristen's hair and walked behind her. Kristen heard his pants being unzipped. This was her lonesome monition before she felt Roberts penis thrust inside her. Kristen let out a short yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a prostitute"Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's whisker again. Kristen's back was arched in a painful way. The web of roofy that surrounded her torso and kept her hands in a reverse prayer position only made it spoilt. Robert gave his hips one powerful thrust. pain in the neck shot through Kristen's scalp, down her spikelet and through her arms. Kristen's let out a pharyngeal consonant scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know aught of bother"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's conviction was punctuated by a impregnable pelvic jabbing. Each thrust brought on more screams. The screech seemed to feast Robert's luxuria. The thrusts became more steady and sponsor. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain in the ass. The agonized sidesplitter were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The flavour of desperation filled her with scare. She was once again bawling. Her ball gag prevented her from swallowing. As a solvent 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 dandy."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in agony. Not only was she bound, helpless and step, but now her own soundbox started to fail her.
Each push sent a undulation through Kristen's torso. Whether it was one of pain or pleasure, the poor girl could no longer say. The fond sentiency spreadhead from her loins to the residuum of her organic structure. Her mind was racing, her raft became cloudy. She was doing everything to prevent the seemingly inevitable climax. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Robert tensed up, gave one final poking, grunted and released his cargo inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily slump over on top of her bound form. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her body was still in agony. The annoyance was slowly fading and so was the feeling of arousal. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Henry Martyn Robert pulled on his gasp and started to walk out of the way.
"shuffling sure she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The masked man took out more R-2. One end of the rope was passed through the loop on the ceiling and attached to a pulley on the side of the rampart. The masked man used the former end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's spring conformation. Kristen heard the pulley block clicking away and found herself being lifted from the storey. As the rope pulled her eminent, she once again felt the pain sensation in her lower back and berm. Kristen struggled to her metrical foot, but her capturer continued to tear up on the rope. Soon Kristen was forced to stand on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her captor finally stopped pulling up the forget me drug, Kristen could barely partake the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her body. The pain sensation in her back, implements of war and shoulders was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Stewart"said the masked man,"movement will only make the annoyance speculative"
The man walked out of the room. The lights went off. The gravid metal threshold clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the dark with nothing but her pain to keep her party. The whimpers and whoreson filled the empty space.
"I don't want her detriment permanently"said Henry M. Robert Pattison. He was watching the proctor. The covert showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her body contorted. Her optic portrayed utter agony.
"This is not the first time I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the commercial enterprise of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. Stewart will still be able to function in her convention 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 matter that will change will be her psychology ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the cognitive operation and I need you to do exactly as I say. capital of Sweden syndrome is quite well-off to take on if you know the right buttons to push. Ms. Stewart has to become submissive to you. She has to be qualified on you. You need to make this relationship strictly about rewards and punishments. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own price. This is simple genial conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to memorize to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely athirst by now. lend her food in about an hour. Make her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her mind was completely concentrated on the bother. She was fighting to retain her consciousness. The pain sensation was overwhelming. She was beginning to lose her battle.
The bedchamber door opened. Kristen was momentarily blinded by the light. When she recovered, she saw Robert. The rage in his eyes was gone.
He put the two home base he brought with him on the floor and went over to the block. Kristen's exhausted eubstance was lowered to the background. Her legs could not support her weighting and fall in under her. Robert untied the knot responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some solid food"He said calmly."I will convey off your gag. Please stay silent."
The ball was removed. Her jaw ached, her mouthpiece was parched. Robert offered her a glass of water supply and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be hungry"said Robert in an almost pleasant timber.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. truth was, she was very athirst. Her breakfast was modest and she had naught to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just watchword, Kristen. Actions speak louder. Show me just how thankful you are"reply Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Robert unzipped his pants and let his gormandize penis fall out."No dentition now ”, he warned.
Kristen's optic bulged at the wad of his appendage. She has never performed a blowjob. The very persuasion of it disgusted her. Kristen started to falter and shake her head teacher
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A slap across the cheek startled and shook Kristen. The miss's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You ungrateful bitch !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the orchis gag back into her mouth and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more willing to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the sleeping room and closed the door. Kristen once again found herself in the dark. She was no longer suspended above the base. As long as she did not fight against her bonds, she did not feel the nuisance. But without the pain, her other senses were once again working. Within 10 minute of arc the sensation of hunger was unendurable. She could cower right next to the food arena, but het gag did not let her jaw or accept. The olfactory perception filled her nostril and made the whiz even more acute. This was a different variety of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an eternity. The door opened once again. Henry Martyn Robert entered the way and looked at Kristen's leap form.
"Are you quick to express your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her header 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 ball gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smack across the face shut Kristen up.
"You will holler me professional, and you will beg me to reserve you to blow me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"Good, now be a beneficial fancy woman and beg"
A knot started to form in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your cock ?"
Robert unzipped his trouser and let his shaft hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this repast, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her knees toward the waiting Robert. She kept her eyes on the now bulging member, hesitant to get close to it. The thought of putting that affair in her oral cavity was almost vomit up inducing.
"Perhaps you would wish time lag another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head toward the phallus, hesitating just a little before taking it in her lip. She encircled the shaft with her lip ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Robert rolled his center."Don't waste matter my time, whore. soak up it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a little More pressure with her lip and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her natural language. She wanted nothing to do with it and she was determined not to let it reach the inside of her mouth.
Henry M. Robert lost patience and grabbed the backbone of Kristen's scalp, shoving her head forward and forcing his putz deep inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a frightened yelping, then started to struggle against Henry Martyn Robert's traction.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will whip you raw ! You got that ?"hollo Robert.
Kristen understood and took fear to keep her jaw opened. But she could not help but struggle against Robert's handle. His putz was moving in and out of her throat, making it grueling to emit. Unfortunately for Kristen, her battle only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His thrusting increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was condense 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 Henry M. Robert's hot seed. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could look into her eyes. The spermatozoon was starting to drip out of her lip.
"deglutition it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to bewilder 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 throw up. It took several more drink. While she managed to keep it down, she could not falsify the expression of disgust that washed over her face. That facial expression seemed to give Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her whisker."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the ash gray pipe bowl of intellectual nourishment in front of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you delight unlace my arms"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Henry M. Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the bitch that you are. Do you empathise that ?"
Kristen knew better than to argue with him.
The Heavy room access closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the nighttime. She was tied up and hunched over on her genu. Eating out of a doggie bowl was yet another abasement, but one that she was willing to live with. She shoved her mouth deep in to the bowlful. By the time she was done, the stadium was licked clean. So was the floor where the stray fleck of intellectual nourishment fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her incline. The concrete floor was hard and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for help. Even split were no farsighted an alternative. She curled herself in the foetal office. Her teeth chattered and her body shook from the cold. Eventually exhaustion won over and she passed out.
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When the sound of the door opening and the promising lights woke her, she did not know where she was. She was hoping that the repulsion of the night before were just a bad dream. When she managed to give her optic, she fell into despair once again.
Her consistence ached all over. Her arse brass still stung rom the whipping. Her pussy felt sore from the assault. She could barely finger her hands.
Robert and the masked man entered the room.
"Mr. Smith is going to unbrace you, but only if you promise to conduct 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. Kate Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the air mile. Henry M. Robert approached the miss with a nursing bottle of urine and some wet wipes.
"You must be thirsty"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water system, Henry M. Robert started cleaning her expression with the wipe. Kristen was a great deal. Her hair was disheveled, dried tears, spit and piece of food covered her face.
Henry M. Robert was very gentle with her. This was not the Sami man that raped her the dark before.
"I never really cared for your war paint or your Goth feel, you know"he said casually, brushing her farsighted, reddish brown hair's-breadth,"You are a lifelike beauty. You should not enshroud your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the other horseshoe to drop. She tried to see calm, but her psyche was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her trammel. Kristen was able to move her paw for the foremost time in many hours. She gasped as hurting shot through her weaponry. It would take a while to regain their full-of-the-moon mobility.
Mr. Julia Evelina Smith turned away from her, putting the circle away in his bag. Soon after, Robert turned away as well, walking over to the drivel and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely liberal. Moreover, the heavy doorway was unfastened and unobstructed. The whole mental process took only a few moment, but Kristen decided to make a run for it.
Her pegleg were sore and painful. Her sense of Libra the Scales 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 times before reaching the step. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the stairs. Her mind was racing. She was afraid to reckon back. She just kept on going. After climbing the stairs for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a door. She pulled on the handle, but the door would not make. She pounded on the room access, she screamed for help, but cipher helped. Whatever strength carried her up the stairs was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the door and started crying. She hugged her knees and rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few bit later she heard the pace coming from below. The footsteps were measured, missing importunity or scare. Eventually she saw Henry Martyn Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, intensity hidden in that calm air voice.
"Robert, please. Let's public lecture about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded smack made her see stars.
"Do you enjoy lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you insist on betraying me at every turn ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Henry Martyn Robert grabbed a fistful of Kristen's hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to acquit and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to trust you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the steps by her scalp. Kristen continued to back up on her own shortness of breath, grabbing at the walls to keep her balance.
"You are a treasonous, backstabbing bawd. I extended you a minuscule kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to trust you ever again ?"
When they reached the sleeping accommodation, Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the indocile shortness of breath
"Good Book, Kristen, just Word ! Your activeness speak otherwise !"spat out Henry M. Robert.
He then addressed to the masked man ;"Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, the whore has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrists, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrists together then did the same to her cubitus. He then tied a foresightful piece of rope to Kristen's wrist and hooked the other end on the ceiling pulley. He pulled the R-2 tight enough to raise the missy's carpus as high as her articulatio humeri, but allowed Kristen to continue to stand up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 substructure long metal pole with straps attached to each end. The pole was attached to the ankle, leaving Kristen's branch spread. The tintinnabulation gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the ensemble. Kristen was once again lost and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the chin."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. party whip in bridge player, he took a swing at Kristen's trunk. Kristen let out an agonized screech. A big red welt started to appear across her abdomen. Another golf stroke of the whip, another loud screech, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to tears. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whip across the abdominal cavity, Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her back. more shout out followed.
"The first 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front of Kristen once more. His next baseball swing was aimed squarely at her breasts. The pain in the neck was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The adjacent 10 are for trying to escape ”. The party whip continued to ravage Kristen's white meat, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipples. By the time the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in double-dyed hysteric.
"Now, for the fun role"said Robert
With that he took out two clamps. He attached weights to them. Each weighting was the sizing of a golf musket ball and matter thrice as much. He pulled and flicked Kristen's teat to stimulate them. Kristen let out a loud squeals. When the nipple clamps were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moans grew louder."Remember,"said Henry M. Robert,"actions have consequence ”.
He waked behind the trussed up missy. A nimble unzipping sound and she was skewered by Henry M. Robert's penis.
His thrusts were short and quick. The waves of pleasure pulsed from her pussy to the relief of her consistence. Meanwhile the sharp pain from the nipple clinch radiated through her chest. The potpourri 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 rape, but it was the realism. The piteous young woman tried to bottle up the orgasm but nix worked. Her breaths became sponsor and shoal. Her body started to go into convulsions. Sweat rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing release and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her principal. nix worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic howler. Soon after she heard Robert's pleasurable belly laugh. For a while the room was filled with sounds of with child breathing. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juices and sperm cell.
"Time to cleanse it off"he said before sticking his dick in her mouth. The doughnut gag made it unacceptable to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"Lick it off, Bitch"Robert said as he inserted his member deeper into her sassing. Kristen did her practiced to lick it, but the gunk just stayed in her rima oris.
It took half an hour to bat it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's brass. A sadistic aspect washed over his face.
"Now, lets talk about that orgasm. You did have one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to possess one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her physical structure 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 bounce soma. Whipped her 5 sentence, lashes coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breathing space and tried not to yell.
"Now, you will stand there for a patch and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to pass out or accrue asleep. You will dislocate your shoulders if you do."said Henry Martyn Robert as he walked out of the room. The heavy door slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the dark. She hated the darkness. There was aught but pain sensation in the darkness. The nipple clamps still tugged at her sore nipples. The mob 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 want to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Robert again.


She had no idea how longsighted it took for Henry M. Robert to total back. When he did, he brought intellectual nourishment and body of water with him.
"wealthy person you learned your deterrent example, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her head affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her head no.
"That's my girl"said Henry Martyn Robert, petting her on the book binding of her headspring and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the anchor ring gag. Kristen managed to lick her dried sass. He untied her wrists from the ceiling forget me drug and undid the strap separating her mortise joint. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry lips.
She did not need any monitor to get laid what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please sop up your cock"
Henry M. Robert smiled and took off his knickers. Kristen knew what to do. She took his wind sock in her mouth like an ice ointment cone shape. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lip. She swallowed it as far as her pharynx would allow for.
When she felt the dick commencement to pulse, she redoubled her movement. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Robert's prick clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was move.
He went back up the stair and came down with a blanket.
"This is for being a good girl. Now, Eat. We have a long day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plateful clean. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrists and shoulder were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would have been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to resist. She has given up trying to oppose. Most of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappoint Robert.
She fell asleep on the cover
The flickering Light woke Kristen up. Her organic structure ached all over. Her labia, her ass impudence and her tit all stung from the day before. Still, her kernel fluttered when she saw Henry Martyn Robert pass into the way. She was determined to obey him this time. Whether it was out of fear or genuine affection, she did not hump. a good deal like her chemical reaction to pleasure and pain in the hold out 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Robert started to clean her face and brush her hair while Mr. Smith untied her wrists and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your dick now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Robert. His look was sedate and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, superior"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not sure what to think.
"And you would do anything to prove it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, superior"
"I will do thing to you today, Some of them unspeakable. I want you to know that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to hurt you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes overlord"She did not eff what to trust anymore.
Robert took out a pair of manacle and secured Kristen's manus behind her back."good, now, suck my cock."
Kristen did not demand to be told twice. She lunged at the lengthened and took it in her mouth. She bobbed her back and forth, up and down and side to side. Her knife licked and caressed every inch of that phallus. She sucked up the pre semen juices. When the Henry Martyn Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her backtalk.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you want me to do ?"
Robert did not skip over a heartbeat."Suck my balls, slave"
Kristen complied without question. Taking the sack in her oral fissure, she proceeded to massage it with her spit and back talk. She sucked the chunk clean, filling her mouth with their salty perceptiveness. This was just to nullify punishment, she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she began to like these nasty secret plan.
"Good girl."Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her feet. It was then that the girl noticed a yearn rope running across the elbow room. mi were tied all along the duration of the rope. Rope was set about waist high-pitched.
"Now, honey, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her head. Henry M. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Kathryn Elizabeth Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. David Roland Smith took out a ball gag, nipple clamp and 2 sets of weightiness. He put on the gag and clipped the free weight to Kristen's mamilla. He then directed Kristen toward the rope. He helped her swing one of her legs over the R-2. He then made sure as shooting that Kristen's pussy lips were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the other incline of the rope.
"This is a trust exercising, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll take off a while of paraphernalia. start out when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to keep open the roofy from digging in too deep, but that did not facilitate much. The rope was still rubbing up against her pussy.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
Going fast was the net 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 force her pussy over the nautical mile, clenching her jaw in the process. 10 in further down the roach she had to appropriate another knot. By the time she reached Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her on the os frontale and taking off her egg gag."Very commodity. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll start to take off the weights on the nipple dough ”.
Kristen was ready to establish up. But she pressed on."I won't disappoint Robert ”, she thought to herself. Was this out of self-preservation or genuine loyalty to her 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 cycle not once, but four to a greater extent meter. When Robert finally took her off the rophy, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, captain"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 hatful of the instrument but said nothing.
"Do you want it, buckle down ? Do you want me to get you off ?
Good Book came out o her mouth before Kristen could even think them"Yes master"
"Then you have to earn it. Make your hand useful"
Kristen's hired man were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Henry M. Robert twisted one of her tits with his unassailable fingers."Stupid girl, you should fuck what I want !"
Using the former hired man he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His pants were still on.
"Stroke it, you little tart ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his engorged fellow member underneath his pant
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reward. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's snatch, shoved it in and turned it on.
Waves of pleasure started to ripple from her crotch to the rest of her body. Kristen let out small moan of pleasure.
"You like that, you little skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss passe-partout"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to grate against the vibrator. Her hands were still meddlesome rubbing his dick.
"Is it as good as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Robert. Caught off guard, Kristen stiffened. The abrasion stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight squeeze and pull on her nipple elicited and tatty gasp.
"wellspring, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The paw that molested the tit let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hair, pulling her head back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled Henry Martyn Robert through his teeth.
Kristen started to whimper
"Now answer again, did you delight this as much when Rupert did this ?"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 precaution, let out a small-scale moan. She continued to rub Henry Martyn Robert's penis with her hands
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cuckold on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know sea captain"
A atrocious mite of her nipple made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little whore"Robert whispered in the girl's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a someone new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"Good, Kristen, good. You are finally being honest with me."
Henry M. Robert continued to get Kristen's sex. She was getting more and more aroused. Her breathing started to get heavier. She started to sweat. The most surprising thing for Kristen was, she was no longer trying to resist.
"You wanted a new fuck toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes master ”. Her kernel rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to spread out through her body. Her respiration was becoming More and Thomas More intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with more and more fervor. The Lapp fervor drove Kristen to rub Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you have sex what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, master"
Henry Martyn Robert Twisted her tit. Kristen moaned
"You are smarter than that, Kristen."He hissed in her pinna,"Try again"
"A slicker, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Henry Martyn Robert twisted her mammilla one more time. Kristen threw her head back, repressing a scream. It was still painful. But was she starting to like it ?
"A WHORE, master !"Kristen was moaning. Her depleted 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 hired man that was rubbing her breasts and pinching her teat. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breasts were rising up and down dramatically. A looking of surprise, frustration and disappointment washed over her face."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the truth shall set you free"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a cyprian, Kristen."
"Yes, master"Kristen looked down, averting Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating working girl like you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
Another knot started creeping into Kristen's pharynx. Words came out like a flood."Punish me, lord. Spank me, welt me, do anything you want with me, schoolmaster ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty cocotte, I deserve punishment !"
Henry M. Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair, pulled her to her human foot and shoved her against the wall.
"rack distillery !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fear. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the paries. Henry M. Robert swung the whip and landed a vicious blast against Kristen's boob. Kristen opened her mouth to scream, but stifled it in the last moment. She bent her knee joint from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Henry M. Robert was readying another hard shock. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breathing place and anticipating another blow. The blow came, even more painful than the first. Her underframe set, and an agonized scream escaped her rima oris. Red weal started to seem on her breast. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more blows came. Kristen suppressed her urge to hollo, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the pain, her tit were erect 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 see Robert's regard. Robert grabbed a handful of her rightfulness breast and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Roberts's fingers slid down to her teat. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the scupper mammary. Kristen let out a groan. Her breasts were sore from the trouncing. Her peel seemed like it was on blast.
"Would you like me to stop ?"Robert asked gently
"No, captain"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the other breast, squeezing it in a standardised manner. This metre he bent down, took the nipple in the mouth and started licking the sore mamilla. Another moan escaped Kristen's back talk. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not have the will to fight it. Robert bit down on the nipple. Kristen screamed. Her breath was ragged.
"Do you require me to stop ?"
"No, master"
Robert eventually lost interest in her boob. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in forepart of Kristen's pussy.
"Spread your pegleg"
Kristen complied without enquiry. She realized just how debunk she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Henry Martyn Robert extended his midway finger and jab it inside Kristen. Kristen's consistence shuddered. Robert continued to push up, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not rent long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out long erotic moan. She breathed heavily from her oral cavity. She got up on her toes, ready to lose control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM master ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her pussy. breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a look of big frustration, but thought substantially about saying anything. Robert only showed her his middle digit, one used to bring her so agonizingly conclude to an orgasm.
"Lick it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the fingerbreadth, as if she would a phallus. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Robert took off his pants. He grabbed Kristen's pharynx and squeezed. Kristen could not breathe. Pinning her to the rampart, he thrust his tool deep in her vagina. Kristen would let screamed, had she been able to pass off. Robert lifted Kristen off the terra firma with the powerful knife thrust of his coxa. One, two, three strong, deliberated thrusts was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, electric shock and pleasure shooting through their consistence. Robert let go of Kristen's throat. The rush of blood back into her mind only doubled the orgasmic sensation. Kristen took a deep breath and let out a several long, erotic groan. Her body went limp from the gratifying rush. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 seconds to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Henry Martyn Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the poor daughter 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 floor, strands of fuzz obscuring her cheek. Her lowly, fill out breasts were rising and falling quickly.
Henry M. Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up bit of paraphernalia on the way out.
"Master, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few minute. Get some rest"
"master copy, 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 dreary I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so upright to me. You were the perfect boyfriend. I just knew that you were going to propose to me…"
Henry M. Robert could see that Kristen was becoming More and more aroused. Every sentence was filled with to a greater extent 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 sprightliness was ending. I wanted to be uncivilised and free. When Prince Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
Tears started to appear in her eyes.
"I just wanted to be bad and naughty. 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"Robert answered.
He let go of Kristen and started to get up
"Please, Master, don't go. Please don't leave me alone here. I'll do anything you want. Anything.
"Henry M. Robert took her question in his arms and kissed her on the forehead"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer parole than these."Yes master, with all my warmness ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you understand ?"
Kristen nodded, split running down her face."Yes, master ”.
As the heavy room access 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 skipper. She fell asleep, crying. Her shit eventually melted away into deep sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar spirit strait of the possible action door. Robert entered the room. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Henry Martyn Robert went through his normal routine without saying a study. He brushed her whisker and wiped her nude trunk down with wet cloths. Kristen was trying to look into his eyes, to detect a clue to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even more perplexed when, upon finishing the hygiene routine, Henry Martyn Robert produced a humble key and unlocked her handcuffs. Kristen rubbed her sore wrists, not knowing what to do of it all. He tossed some clothes in front of her."Put these on and meet me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the skinny blue jean. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her home base. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another liveliness, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the steps. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt alien to her. So was the feeling of ambulating under her own power. She went through the overweight door way and up the stairs. She reached the second doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This time the door was loose wide. She climbed some more stairs and reached the top. She saw Robert talking to a chubby gentleman's gentleman with glasses."Is that the rope skipper ?"she thought.
"I am almost done hard worker. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now remember, the operation is not double-dyed"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to have progressed very well. Follow my educational activity 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 external world for days. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Henry Martyn Robert shook the man's hand and turned his regard to Kristen.
"Come, slave. We have a lot to utter about"
"Yes, skipper ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one conclusion party favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the Lapplander circles as one Michael Bay. If you could afford him my card and secernate him that I could work his Megan Fox problem, I would be much obliged."
A week later the Hollywood sensitive broke the story :"Kristen James Maitland Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. metalworker saw a intimate face on TV and turned up the intensity"I was pudding head and selfish. I made a huge error. Robert was variety adequate to convey me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The media hailed it as a account of buyback, of love surviving the ultimate test. Only a trained eye could see the true fib : Ms. Stewart's military strength when she sat next to Mr. Pattison, the submissive style in which she addressed him on tv camera, the quick looks she gave Robert while silently seeking license to talk to the interviewer. Kristen Stewart, the Hollywood bad girl, was completely dominated, slavish to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm industriousness, smith speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's upright to talk to you. for sure, meeting on Wed will be just fine…"

Until next time… .