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

disavowal : This is fiction, it did NOT bump. fancy is legal. This report does not advocate fury against women. If you have any suggestions for this or any former future story, please email me. Don't forget to neuter and castrate your pets. Hope you enjoy the story.
Story :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the dissolution. Kristen's liaison caught him by surprise. What resulted was a mixture of heartbreak and anger. And despite his just exploit to reconcile, the belief were not going away.
When a friend of a friend suggested a sure place that"fixes these relationship job ”, Robert was skeptical. The business batting order said"Stockholm Industries"and listed a number. The supporter did not yield much more detail or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the telephone. The unharmed thing was very secretive."Still ”, thought Henry M. Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The business office on the business poster was located on the far outskirts of eastward Los Angeles. No sign was posted above or in nominal head of the door, just an office number. The inside the office Robert found 4 blank shell white walls, simple desk and chair. There was another door on the opposite side of the bureau. The resident of the desk was a plain stitch looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading glasses and expanding waist gave an belief of a career office worker.
"Mr. Pattison, come in please ”.
Pattison took a place.
"You may call off me Mr. Ian Douglas Smith. get-go things first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and Dagger routine, the services that we offer are very exclusive. You need not only money, but the properly link, which you obviously do. We are secretive for a ground. The legality of our services is questionable. But we are very practiced at what we do, and nobody ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Robert replied"I still don't realize how you can aid me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. Smith leaned forward"You are a public figure, Mr. Pattison. Your recent breakup with Ms. Kristen Dugald Stewart is public cognition. Ms. Jimmy Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to incite on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behaviour modification. If you choose to hire our religious service, I can vouch that not only will infidelity no longer be a business concern in your relationship, but Ms. James Maitland Stewart well be a lot more consonant and pleasing to you. There will be no more fights or disagreement. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way potential, especially sexually. She will submit to your every desire and will rest true to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to achieve this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combination of techniques, including thraldom, S & M and psychological training. What I can guarantee is 100 % succeeder pace and that nobody is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the level of no return. If you agree to use our overhaul, I will leave you ALL the inside information. If you choose not to use our table service, this conversation is over. You will never get wind from us again. If you contact the police or the media, they will line up nothing but a legitimate indemnity government agency. We are in force at what we do and we have never had trouble. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your resolution"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"recite me more ”.
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The news delirium that came after her intimacy was revealed caused Kristen Stewart to cancel respective metier appearance. She did not feel like answering any questions about the affair or the breakup. In fact she did not finger like doing anything for the rest of the hebdomad. She made the calls to cancel her appointments and dismissed the staff of her mansion. The just thing she would be doing for the succeeding 7 days is fucking Rupert Sanders, her new pet boy toy. Robert was fun for a while, but it got old. As far as Kristen was concerned, Henry M. Robert needed to man up and move on.
After putting on her favorite top, close jeans and brushing her long scarlet brown haircloth, Kristen made her way toward her sleeping accommodation door. A improbable stranger waited for her in the door. Kristen was pinned against the bedroom wall. A tongue was pressed to her slender neck opening."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot still"said the mask interloper. Kristen was frozen in fear. The stranger put away the knife and quickly spun Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The intruder chuckled while tying her wrists behind her"Go ahead and screeching, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her hired man tightly secured, Kristen was shoved font up on top of her bed. The interloper took out more rophy and started tying her ankles.
"What do you desire from me ? ? ? I have money ! acquire my wallet ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankle secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into weeping"please don't rape me !"
Still wearing a grin on his dissemble side, the intruder took out a rag and pressed it against Kristen's nose and mouth, all while pinning her slender bound form to the bed.
The futile but sexy struggles continued for just a few instant. Her eyes rolled to the back of her nous. Her lids closed and her body went limp.
"Well, there goes the fun part"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the little terror's cell phone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her world was dark and frigidness. The bag was still over her head. She was laying aspect down on the level, her bare nipples pressed against the common cold concrete. Her legs were unblock, but her hand were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to act her drumhead and curlicue on her back, infliction shooting through her spikelet and weapon system. She tried to joggle her finger and realized they were touching in high spirits up spikelet than they were supposed to. She started to panic and suspire faster. She then realized something big and round was stuck in her mouth.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to get word voices in the way. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will lack her for sidereal day"said the early, unfamiliar vocalism
"good, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of hard hands grabbed her by the arms and set her upright piano, sitting on her human knee. The bag was pulled off her mind and Kristen was blinded by the bright lights.
"good good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of questions, but given your predicament, you are not in the position to ask. If we feel generous, we will suffice those query in time."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"was all Kristen could muster with a chunk gag in her mouth.
"number one things first"Said the stranger"You are tied up in a reverse orison position. It is designed to not only be painful but to also trammel your cause considerably. So try not to struggle if you want to avoid unneeded pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may have also noticed, you are wearing a ball gag. It is not designed to keep you smooth, but rather to establish you salivate, mostly for humiliation purpose. Feel innocent to scream all you like. cypher outside these walls can hear you."
By now Kristen's heart had adjusted to the light. In front man of her stood a man in a ski mask and a curtly whip in his hired hand. The unknown's voice belonged to him. The pile of him, his clothes and the whip sent shivers down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and bound. Ropes were encircling her torso and breasts.
She then saw the other man. He was slowly circling around the way, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"Henry Martyn Robert ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her brain. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a node,"continued the block out stranger,"there are regulation you have to take after, offend them and adventure punishment. prescript 1…
Kristen's idea drowned out the loudspeaker. She was looking instead at Henry Martyn Robert. Her head was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of anger and muddiness. Henry Martyn Robert's grammatical construction didn't change. The sound of the whip slicing through the air got her attention. The verbaliser was standing right in front of her."Do you understand the star sign rules"
A expression of helpless confusion was all Kristen could finagle
The masked man grabbed the bounce girl by the chin and loosened the strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few seconds to spue the gag out.
"Do you understand the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE pit DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? Henry Martyn Robert WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The disguised man shoved the ball gag back into her mouth, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more prison term, do you interpret the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU mother fucker ! ! ! You better let me go. People will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The cloaked man shoved the testis gag back into the young woman mouth, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. Dugald Stewart. Let's crystalize some thing up. cipher is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a week. You were form enough to call off all of your appointments for the adjacent 7 daytime, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. drum sander, he received a school text shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his turn. You even issued a statement on your chirrup page announcing the end point of your kinship and a very heartfelt apology to his family line and your sports fan. In unforesightful, nobody will be looking for you for a while. At this time you are completely at our mercy ”.
"As for the house linguistic rule, it is clear you did not get wind them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. First formula is that you will address me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of bout and used filthy speech communication ”. The masked man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you count, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Robert's answer.
"Then you should dispense with the punishment ”, said the block out man as he handed Henry M. Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a fortune to object, her head was forced down on the soil. She was still on her knees. With her men tied and her fundament straight up in the air, the girl was the rattling definition of exposure. The first thrash came without warning. The pain across her posterior face was sudden and acuate. Kristen let out an agonized and prolonged scream.
The shock was quickly followed by care and an impending feeling of doom.
The second strike of the whip was as shocking as the initiative. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of pain she was in was overwhelming.
The third work stoppage of the whip sent an echo across the small room. The painful sensation similarly echoed from her buttocks, through her spine and throughout the rest of her wring eubstance. Kristen could not think or understand what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer helplessness she was experiencing, or the terror that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the pain. Whatever the reason, Kristen was in crying and sobbing uncontrollably by the time the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th clock time. Time seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the floor with no strength or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whiplash for the 5th time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could foretell through her orb gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a lull reply from behind her. This was the maiden fourth dimension that Henry M. Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Robert sat in strawman of the trussed up Kristen, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling her up to a sitting position
"WHY ? ? ?"he asked incredulously,"You have betrayed me, Kristen ! You told me you loved me and then you cheated on me ! You have broken my faith ! You have caused me unbelievable painful sensation ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared wide eyed at Robert. This was the first time she has seen such rage.
The room was once again silent. Only two sounds filled the storage elbow room were the small whine and sobs 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 warning before she felt Kenneth Roberts member push inside her. Kristen let out a unawares yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a tart"Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's fuzz again. Kristen's back was arched in a afflictive manner. The web of ropes that surrounded her torso and kept her hands in a turnabout prayer emplacement only made it regretful. Robert gave his pelvis one mighty poking. annoyance stroke through Kristen's scalp, down her rachis and through her limb. Kristen's let out a guttural scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of pain"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's sentences was punctuated by a secure pelvic thrust. Each thrusting brought on more shriek. The screams seemed to feed Robert's lecherousness. The thrusts became more steady and frequent. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain in the neck. The agonise screams were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her torture was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The belief of desperation filled her with panic. 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 star soon washed over her ; arousal. As Robert continued to fuck her, she felt her loins swell."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in agony. Not only was she bound, helpless and abused, but now her own consistence started to betray her.
Each thrust sent a wafture through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of pain or joy, the poor young woman could no longer severalize. The strong sensation spread from her loins to the balance of her trunk. 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, Robert tensed up, gave one final jabbing, grunted and released his load inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily slump over on top of her bound manakin. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her physical structure was still in agony. The botheration was slowly fading and so was the feeling of arousal. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Robert pulled on his pants and started to walk out of the room.
"Make surely she is…comfortable"he said to the masked man before he disappeared behind the door. The masked man took out more rope. One end of the rope was passed through the loop topology on the ceiling and attached to a pulley on the slope of the paries. The masked man used the other end to tie yet another knot behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's bound form. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the floor. As the forget me drug pulled her higher, she once again felt the pain in her grim rachis and shoulder. Kristen struggled to her human foot, but her captor continued to pull up on the forget me drug. Soon Kristen was forced to stand on her toes. And still, she was being pulled up higher. When her capturer finally stopped pulling up the roach, Kristen could barely touch the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her torso. The pain in her rachis, arms and shoulder joint was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Stewart"said the mask man,"movement will only hold the pain worse"
The man walked out of the room. The Light went off. The grievous alloy door clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the wickedness with nada but her annoyance to keep her company. The whimper and shortness of breath filled the empty blank.
"I don't want her scathe permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the varan. The screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her breathing was panicked. Her body contorted. Her eyes portrayed let loose agony.
"This is not the initiative metre I have done this"rebuked Mr. Captain John Smith"I am not in the business sector of maiming people. When this is done, Ms. 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 take the air the red carpet. She will do all the things she has done before. The solitary thing that will change will be her psychology ”.
Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the process and I need you to do exactly as I say. capital of Sweden syndrome is quite easy to bring on if you know the flop clit to push. Ms. Stewart has to become slavish to you. She has to be dependent on you. You need to make this relationship strictly about rewards and punishment. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own condition. This is round-eyed genial conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to learn to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely thirsty by now. Bring her intellectual nourishment in about an hr. take a shit her earn it ”.
Kristen did not feel hunger. Her brain was completely concentrated on the annoyance. She was fighting to keep her cognisance. The hurting was overwhelming. She was beginning to lose her fight.
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 plates he brought with him on the story and went over to the pulley block. Kristen's exhausted body was lowered to the ground. Her legs could not maintain her weighting and give way under her. Henry M. Robert untied the knot responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some food for thought"He said calmly."I will take off your gag. Please appease silent."
The testicle was removed. Her jaw ached, her mouth was parched. Robert offered her a glass of H2O and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be hungry"said Robert in an almost pleasant step.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. accuracy was, she was very hungry. Her breakfast was small and she had nothing to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just words, Kristen. legal action speak louder. Show me just how thankful you are"reply Robert.
Kristen looked at him confused. Robert unzipped his pants and let his gormandise penis fall out."No teeth now ”, he warned.
Kristen's eyes bulged at the sight of his fellow member. She has never performed a blowjob. The very thought process of it disgusted her. Kristen started to stutter and agitate her headway
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A smack across the nerve startled and shook Kristen. The female child's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You unthankful beef !"Yelled Henry M. Robert. He shoved the globe gag back into her oral cavity and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more uncoerced 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 base. As long as she did not struggle against her bonds, she did not feel the pain. But without the botheration, her other senses were once again working. Within 10 mo the wizard of thirst was unbearable. She could fawn rightfulness next to the food bowl, but het gag did not let her chew or swallow. The smell filled her nostrils and made the genius even more penetrative. This was a dissimilar form of torture.
The hour seemed almost like an eternity. The door opened once again. Robert entered the room and looked at Kristen's leaping form.
"Are you set up to state your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her capitulum desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his fourth dimension undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Henry Martyn Robert when the nut gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another smack across the face shut Kristen up.
"You will call me captain, and you will beg me to allow you to blow me !"Yelled Henry Martyn Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you understand ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"Good, now be a goodness harlot and beg"
A knot started to form in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your dick ?"
Robert unzipped his trouser and let his hawkshaw 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 extremity, hesitant to get close to it. The thought of putting that affair in her rima oris was almost vomit inducing.
"Perhaps you would wish wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her top dog toward the phallus, hesitating just a niggling before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the shaft with her lip ever so slightly and bobbed her head up and down.
Robert rolled his center."Don't waste my time, whore. blow it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a little more pressure with her lips and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her knife. She wanted nil to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the inside of her mouth.
Robert lost solitaire and grabbed the back of Kristen's scalp, shoving her head forward and forcing his tool deep inside Kristen's pharynx. Kristen gave a scared yelp, then started to shinny against Robert's traction.
"If I feel just one tooth, tart, I will lather you raw ! You got that ?"scream Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to retain her jaw opened. But she could not aid but struggle against Robert's grip. His dick was moving in and out of her throat, making it hard to pass off. Unfortunately for Kristen, her struggle only seemed to twist Henry M. Robert on even more. His jab increased in celerity.
All Kristen could do was concentrate on her respiration, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his coming. Soon after, her rima oris was filled with Henry M. Robert's hot seed. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's head so he could look into her optic. The sperm cell was starting to drip out of her back talk.
"drink it"he demanded,"you will involve the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to throw up. She swallowed once, but her gag reflex nearly kicked in. she started to cough.
"Don't you dare spit it out, bitch."Kristen suppressed the urge to throw up. It took several more than swallows. While she managed to keep it down, she could not manipulate the manifestation of disgust that washed over her fount. That expression seemed to give Henry M. Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her tomentum."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the silver bowling ball of food for thought in front line of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you delight untie my branch"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Henry Martyn Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that nutrient like the cunt that you are. Do you sympathize that ?"
Kristen knew better than to argue with him.
The Heavy threshold closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the shadow. She was tied up and hunched over on her stifle. Eating out of a bow-wow bowling ball was yet another chagrin, but one that she was leave to last with. She shoved her mouth deep in to the stadium. By the time she was done, the sports stadium was licked clean. So was the floor where the digress bits of food for thought fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. 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 rip were no longer an alternative. She curled herself in the fetal office. Her teeth chattered and her consistency shook from the frigidness. Eventually exhaustion won over and she passed out.
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When the speech sound of the door scuttle and the bright lights woke her, she did not live where she was. She was hoping that the revulsion of the night before were just a bad aspiration. When she managed to give her eye, she fell into desperation once again.
Her soundbox ached all over. Her stub buttock still stung rom the whipping. Her pussycat felt sore from the violation. She could barely feel her hands.
Robert and the cloak man entered the room.
"Mr. Smith is going to loosen you, but only if you promise to behave yourself. Can you do that for me Kristen ?"asked Robert.
Kristen tried to utter, but found her throat to be completely dry. She nodded her get word instead. Mr. Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the knot. Robert approached the girl with a bottle of water and some wet wipes.
"You must be hungry"he said gently. Again, Kristen nodded. After giving her water, Robert started cleaning her face with the rub. Kristen was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, dried tears, saliva and number of food covered her face.
Robert was very easy with her. This was not the Lapp man that raped her the night before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your barbarian spirit, you know"he said casually, brushing her long, crimson brown whisker,"You are a natural beauty. You should not hide your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the early shoe to pearl. She tried to await sedate, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her Bond. Kristen was able-bodied to move her workforce for the first meter in many hours. She gasped as annoyance injection through her branch. It would take a piece to recover their full mobility.
Mr. Kate Smith turned away from her, putting the rope away in his bag. Soon after, Robert turned away as well, walking over to the garbage and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely give up. Moreover, the heavy door was spread out and unobstructed. The whole process took only a few seconds, but Kristen decided to create a run for it.
Her legs were sore and painful. Her signified of counterbalance was off and she was still exhausted from net Night's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the threshold. She stumbled several metre before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the stairs. Her mind was racing. She was afraid to look back. She just kept on going. After climbing the stairs for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a threshold. She pulled on the hold, but the door would not pass on. She pounded on the doorway, she screamed for help, but nix helped. Whatever strength carried her up the step was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the room access and started crying. She hugged her knees and rocked back and Forth River, not knowing what to do next.
A few hour later she heard the stride coming from below. The footstep were debate, absent urgency or affright. Eventually she saw Henry M. Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, intensity hidden in that calm air voice.
"Henry Martyn Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you revel lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you insist on betraying me at every good turn ?."
Kristen was hysteric. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Henry Martyn Robert grabbed a smattering of Kristen's hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to behave and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to trust you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the step by her scalp. Kristen continued to pass on her own dickhead, grabbing at the walls to keep her balance.
"You are a traitorous, backstabbing whore. I extended you a small benignity, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to rely you ever again ?"
When they reached the chamber, Henry Martyn Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable SOB
"Words, Kristen, just words ! Your action at law speak otherwise !"spat out Robert.
He then addressed to the cloak man ;"Mr. metalworker, the cocotte has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her radiocarpal joint, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrists together then did the same to her human elbow. He then tied a long piece of roach to Kristen's carpus and hooked the other end on the cap pulley block. He pulled the rope tight enough to raise the girl's wrists as high as her shoulder, but allowed Kristen to continue to stand up straight.
Mr. Julia Evelina Smith then brought out a 3 foot long metal pole with shoulder strap attached to each end. The Pole was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's stage spread. The ring gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the tout ensemble. Kristen was once again lost and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the Chin."You have nobody to fault but yourself ”. lash in hired man, he took a swinging at Kristen's trunk. Kristen let out an agonised belly laugh. A big red welt started to appear across her abdomen. Another swing of the whip, another brassy scream, another red welt. Kristen was quickly brought to bout. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whip across the abdomen, Robert walked behind the girl and started whipping her back. more sidesplitter followed.
"The low 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front of Kristen once more. His next swing was aimed squarely at her breasts. The nuisance was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The following 10 are for trying to escape ”. The whip continued to ravage Kristen's breasts, especially her now ultra-sensitive pap. By the time the 20th blast landed, Kristen was in utter hysteric.
"Now, for the fun function"said Robert
With that he took out two clamps. He attached weights to them. Each weight was the sizing of a golf Lucille Ball and weighed thrice as often. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipples to excite them. Kristen let out a aloud squeals. When the teat clinch were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's moans grew louder."Remember,"said Robert,"action have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up young woman. A promptly unzipping sound and she was skewered by Robert's member.
His thrusts were curt and quick. The waves of pleasure pulsed from her pussy to the rest of her body. Meanwhile the discriminating pain from the pap clinch radiated through her chest. The admixture of infliction and pleasure confused Kristen and sent her body reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not understand how she was getting off from ravishment, but it was the reality. The miserable girlfriend tried to subdue the coming but nothing worked. Her breaths became frequent and shallow. Her body started to go into convulsions. sweat rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing press release and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her head. Nothing worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic scream. Soon after she heard Robert's gratifying scream. For a while the room was filled with sounds of toilsome ventilation. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal succus and spermatozoon.
"Time to clean it off"he said before sticking his dick in her mouth. The ring gag made it insufferable to move her jaw and hard to swallow.
"biff it off, squawk"Henry M. Robert said as he inserted his appendage deeper into her mouth. Kristen did her skilful to lick it, but the ooze just stayed in her mouthpiece.
It took half an hr to lick it off completely. Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's face. A sadistic facial expression 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 ingest one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her school principal, her dead body starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not shit, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Henry Martyn Robert walked around Kristen's saltation frame. Whipped her 5 sentence, lashes coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to cry.
"Now, you will stand there for a spell and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to pass out or fall asleep. You will dislocate your shoulders if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the room. The heavy doorway slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the shadow. She hated the dark. There was nothing but pain in the iniquity. The nipple clinch still tugged at her sore teat. The ring gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the discernment of her own vaginal juices in her rima oris. She did not want to be this way anymore. She did not want to be whipped anymore. She swore to herself she would never disobey Henry M. Robert again.


She had no approximation how foresighted it took for Robert to fare back. When he did, he brought food and water with him.
"have you learned your example, Kristen ?"
Kristen shook her head affirmatively.
"Are you ever going to lie to me or disobey me again ?
Kristen shook her psyche no.
"That's my female child"said Robert, petting her on the back of her head and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the ring gag. Kristen managed to work out her dried lip. He untied her wrist from the ceiling rope and undid the strap separating her ankles. Kristen collapsed on the trading floor. She licked dry backtalk.
She did not need any admonisher to know what to do next.
"Thank you… master key. May I …please suck in your peter"
Henry Martyn Robert smiled and took off his knickers. Kristen knew what to do. She took his sock in her mouth like an ice ointment cone. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lips. She swallowed it as far as her throat would set aside.
When she felt the peter starting to pulse, she redoubled her elbow grease. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the succus, licking Robert's shaft clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Henry M. Robert was impressed.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a blanket.
"This is for being a full girl. Now, Eat. We have a long day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that plate clean and jerk. She then laid down on the blanket. Her wrist joint and shoulders were still tied behind her. But she was getting used to that. Just yesterday she would have been disgusted by what she just did. But she has given up trying to resist. She has given up trying to fight. Most of all, she was earnestly afraid of disappointing Robert.
She fell asleep on the blanket
The flickering lights woke Kristen up. Her trunk ached all over. Her labia, her butt buttock and her breasts all stung from the day before. Still, her core fluttered when she saw Robert walk into the elbow room. She was determined to obey him this clock time. Whether it was out of fright or genuine affection, she did not know. very much like her chemical reaction to pleasure and pain in the in conclusion 2 days, this one was not easily explainable.
Henry Martyn Robert started to clean her facial expression and brush her tomentum while Mr. Smith untied her articulatio radiocarpea and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your stopcock now ?"Kristen's response was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, truelove"said Henry Martyn Robert. His tone was becalm and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, original"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she mean it ? Kristen was not sure enough what to think.
"And you would do anything to raise it, wouldn't you ?"Henry M. Robert continued
"Yes, maestro"
"I will do thing to you today, Some of them irritating. I want you to have intercourse that I am not punishing you. I am simply seeing if you love me. I love you Kristen. I don't like to hurt you. You believe me, don't you ?"
"Yes Master"She did not know what to consider anymore.
Robert took out a pair of handcuffs and secured Kristen's hands behind her spine."Good, now, suck my cock."
Kristen did not take 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 clapper licked and caressed every in of that phallus. She sucked up the pre seed juices. When the Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her back talk.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you require me to do ?"
Henry Martyn Robert did not skip a beat."Suck my egg, slave"
Kristen complied without question. Taking the pocket in her mouth, she proceeded to knead it with her knife and rim. She sucked the balls clean, filling her lip with their salty sense of taste. This was just to quash penalty, she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she began to like these nasty games.
"Good girl."Henry M. Robert decided this was adequate pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her pes. It was then that the young woman noticed a retentive rope running across the room. gnarl were tied all along the length of the rope. Rope was set about waist high.
"Now, dearest, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her headland. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. Smith to get Kristen ready. Mr. Smith took out a clod gag, nipple clamps and 2 exercise set of weights. He put on the gag and clipped the weights to Kristen's tit. He then directed Kristen toward the rope. He helped her swing one of her legs over the roach. He then made indisputable that Kristen's pussy backtalk were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the other side of the rope.
"This is a trust exercise, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll contain off a slice of paraphernalia. go when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the pain in the neck as soon as she started moving. She had to brook on her toes to keep the rope from digging in too deep, but that did not help much. The rope was still rubbing up against her pussy.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to sunburn yourself"warned Robert.
going away fast was the last thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the initiatory gnarl. Kristen could not avail but let out an agonized screeching. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the Mexican valium was digging in to her kitty-cat. She had to force her pussy over the air mile, clenching her jaw in the cognitive process. 10 inches further down the rope she had to conquer another gnarl. By the prison term she reached Robert, Kristen was set up to cry.
Henry M. Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulder, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her ball gag."Very near. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll start to have off the system of weights on the mamilla boodle ”.
Kristen was prepare 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 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 more times. When Robert finally took her off the roofy, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, master"she said as Henry M. Robert
"On your stifle"commanded Robert.
He sat behind the keeling Kristen and pulled out a vibrator. Kristen gasped at the sight of the instrument but said nothing.
"Do you require it, buckle down ? Do you want me to get you off ?
Word came out o her oral fissure before Kristen could even call back them"Yes master"
"Then you have to earn it. Make your hands useful"
Kristen's mitt were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Robert twisted one of her titty with his warm finger's breadth."dolt fille, you should get laid what I want !"
Using the other hand he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His pants were still on.
"apoplexy it, you little tart ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his binge member underneath his pants
"goooooood"he said"now you get a wages. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussy, shoved it in and turned it on.
Waves of joy started to ripple from her crotch to the rest of her soundbox. Kristen let out small moan of pleasure.
"You like that, you trivial skank ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to mash against the vibrator. Her script were still busybodied rubbing his dick.
"Is it as good as when Prince Rupert did it to you ?"asked Henry Martyn Robert. Caught off guard, Kristen stiffened. The detrition stopped. She held her breath.

Another mean power play and pulling on her nipple elicited and loud gasp.
"Well, was it, you little whore ?"Henry Martyn Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The helping hand that molested the nipple let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's haircloth, 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 ?"Robert repeated
"…Yes….master"Kristen managed. She was completely illogical about her feelings.
"I suspected as much."Henry M. Robert pressed the vibrator back against Kristen's twat
Kristen, still on guard, let out a small moan. She continued to rub Henry Martyn Robert's phallus with her men
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cheat on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know master"
A painful pinch 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 somebody new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"Good, Kristen, dear. You are finally being honest with me."
Henry M. Robert continued to energise Kristen's sex. She was getting more than and more aroused. Her respiration 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 lord ”. Her heart rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to spread through her trunk. Her respiration was becoming more and more intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More fervor. The same fervor drove Kristen to rub Robert's phallus even harder.
"Do you know what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad girlfriend, schoolmaster"
Henry M. Robert Twisted her tit. Kristen moaned
"You are fresh than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A deceiver, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Robert twisted her mamilla one more prison term. Kristen threw her head back, repressing a scream. It was still painful. But was she starting to like it ?
"A cocotte, 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, headmaster ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Robert's hand that was rubbing her breasts and pinching her pap. Robert stood in front of her.
Kristen was breathing hard. Her breasts were rising up and down dramatically. A look of surprise, frustration and disappointment washed over her face."So close…"she thought, though she dared not say anything.
"And the true statement shall set you free"said Henry M. Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a harlot, Kristen."
"Yes, master"Kristen looked down, averting Henry Martyn Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating sporting lady like you ?"Henry M. Robert continued
Another knot started creeping into Kristen's throat. Holy Scripture came out like a flood."Punish me, skipper. Spank me, whip me, do anything you want with me, master ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve penalisation !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her tomentum, pulled her to her foot and shoved her against the wall.
"standstill still !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fear. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the wall. Henry M. Robert swung the whip and landed a vicious blow against Kristen's titty. Kristen opened her mouth to yell, but stifled it in the conclusion moment. She bent her knee from the infliction, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Henry M. Robert was readying another hard blow. Kristen looked away and shut her center, holding her breath and anticipating another blow. The black eye came, even more painful than the first base. Her frame bent, and an agonized scream escaped her back talk. Red wheal started to appear on her chest. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 more than blows came. Kristen suppressed her urge to scream, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the pain, her nipples were upright and her pussy was wet.
Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her shaking form. Kristen looked away, not wanting to meet Henry Martyn Robert's regard. Robert grabbed a handful of her right boob and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Roberts's finger slid down to her mammilla. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the uncovered mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her chest were sore from the whipping. Her skin seemed like it was on fire.
"Would you like me to stop ?"Robert asked gently
"No, maestro"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the other breast, squeezing it in a like manner. This clock time he bent down, took the tit in the oral fissure and started licking the sore nipple. Another groan escaped Kristen's mouth. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not throw the will to oppose it. Robert bit down on the mammilla. Kristen screamed. Her breath was ragged.
"Do you want me to block up ?"
"No, master copy"
Henry Martyn Robert eventually lost interest in her tit. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in front of Kristen's twat.
"facing pages your legs"
Kristen complied without question. She realized just how queer she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Robert extended his center digit and thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's organic structure shuddered. Robert continued to shove, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not take aim long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out foresightful titillating moans. She breathed heavily from her mouthpiece. She got up on her toes, fix to lose control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM original ! ! !"she screamed.
Henry Martyn Robert quickly took his fingerbreadth out of her pussy. breathing raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a look of not bad defeat, but thought better about saying anything. Robert only showed her his centre finger, one used to bring her so agonizingly secretive to an orgasm.
"Lick it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger, as if she would a penis. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Robert took off his gasp. He grabbed Kristen's throat and squeezed. Kristen could not pass off. Pinning her to the paries, he thrust his prick deep in her vagina. Kristen would have screamed, had she been able-bodied to take a breather. Robert lifted Kristen off the primer with the powerful thrusts of his coxa. One, two, three strong, deliberated thrusts 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 rushing of blood back into her nous only doubled the orgasmic sentiency. Kristen took a abstruse breath and let out a several long, erotic moans. Her consistency went limp from the pleasurable rush. Kristen's juices rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 second to take up breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the poor miss over to her cover and laying her down on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an periodic groan escaping her throat. She was laying limp on the floor, Strand of hair obscuring her face. Her small, round titty were rising and falling quickly.
Henry Martyn Robert was done as well. He turned toward the door, picking up pieces of gear on the way out.
"Master, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hours. Get some residue"
"Master, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to apologize !"
Henry Martyn Robert stopped and turned back around."Apologize ?"he asked, surprisal in his voice.
"I am sorry I cheated on you. I was selfish. I wanted scared. You were so good to me. You were the perfective tense boyfriend. I just knew that you were going to propose to me…"
Henry M. Robert could see that Kristen was becoming Sir Thomas More and more worked up. Every sentence was filled with more and more hysterics. She was getting to the verge of crying. He walked back and knelt beside her.
"… I loved you with all my heart. But I was scared that my life was ending. I wanted to be dotty and spare. When Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
rent started to appear in her middle.
"I just wanted to be bad and naughty. Oh, GOD, Henry Martyn Robert, I am so sorry…I never meant to suffer 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 arms and kissed her on the forehead"
"Kristen, do you love me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer tidings than these."Yes master key, with all my heart ”.
"Then you will waitress for me here. Do you read ?"
Kristen nodded, tears running down her nerve."Yes, principal ”.
As the grave door closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the wickedness. She hated the shadow. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nothing more than to be with her sea captain. She fell asleep, crying. Her motherfucker eventually melted away into cryptical sleep.
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"She woke up to the conversant strait of the opening door. Henry Martyn Robert entered the way. Her hear fluttered. She even allowed herself a smile.
Robert went through his normal procedure without saying a work. He brushed her hair and wiped her naked body down with wet textile. Kristen was trying to look into his optic, to observe a clew to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even more perplexed when, upon finishing the hygiene bit, Robert produced a pocket-size key and unlocked her handlock. Kristen rubbed her sore wrist, not knowing what to have 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 weedy jeans. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her family. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another sprightliness, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The clothes felt disaffect to her. So was the feeling of ambulating under her own power. She went through the labored doorway way and up the stairs. She reached the second doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This time the room access was open extensive. She climbed some more step and reached the top. She saw Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with glasses."Is that the roach master ?"she thought.
"I am almost done hard worker. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now remember, the process is not complete"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to have progressed very well. Follow my instructions to the letter and continue with the exercises…"
While the two men conversed, Kristen looked around. She saw what looked like a rundown street through a tinted window. She has not seen the outside human race for days. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Henry M. Robert shook the man's bridge player and turned his regard to Kristen.
"semen, slave. We have a lot to talk about"
"Yes, master ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one last favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am mindful that you run in the same circuit as one Michael Bay. If you could give him my card and tell him that I could solve his Megan Fox problem, I would be practically obliged."
A calendar week later the Hollywood spiritualist broke the story :"Kristen Stewart and Henry M. Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Ian Smith saw a familiar human face on TV and turned up the volume"I was stupid and selfish. I made a huge misapprehension. Henry Martyn 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 love surviving the ultimate test. Only a trained eye could see the true story : Ms. Stewart's posture when she sat adjacent to Mr. Pattison, the submissive manner in which she addressed him on camera, the promptly looks she gave Robert while silently seeking permission to verbalize to the interviewer. Kristen Dugald Stewart, the Hollywood bad girl, was completely dominated, submissive to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"Stockholm diligence, Smith public speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's good to talk to you. trusted, meeting on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until next time… .