Celebrity Trainers : Kristen Stewart
code : MF, nc, rape, Mdom, mast, BDSM, kidnap, abduction, bond,

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news report :
Robert Pattison was still recovering from the separation. Kristen's liaison caught him by surprisal. What resulted was a mixture of grief and anger. And despite his good cause to resign, the feelings were not going away.
When a friend of a Friend suggested a sealed home that"fixes these relationship problem ”, Henry Martyn Robert was skeptical. The business card said"Stockholm Industries"and listed a figure. The friend did not give much to a greater extent point or explanation. Pattison had to schedule an appointment on the phone. The whole thing was very closemouthed."Still ”, thought Robert,"it's worth a look ”.
The office on the business card was located on the far outskirts of East Los Angeles. No sign of the zodiac was posted above or in front man of the door, just an role act. The inside the office Robert found 4 blank egg white bulwark, simple desk and chairs. There was another door on the opposite side of the role. The occupant of the desk was a knit stitch looking man in his mid-40s. His receding hairline, reading drinking glass and expanding waist gave an notion of a career power worker.
"Mr. Pattison, follow in please ”.
Pattison took a rump.
"You may address me Mr. metalworker. First thing first, Mr. Pattison"said the man,"As you have probably surmised from the Cloak and obelisk number, the help that we offer are very undivided. You need not only money, but the rectify connections, which you obviously do. We are closemouthed for a reason. The legality of our service of process is questionable. But we are very serious at what we do, and nonentity ever gets hurt ”.
"Ok…"Robert replied"I still don't sympathize how you can facilitate me. What exactly do you do ? And what does any of this have to do with me ?"
Mr. Smith leaned forward"You are a world human body, Mr. Pattison. Your Recent epoch detachment with Ms. Kristen Stewart is public knowledge. Ms. Stewart cheated on you, and you are unwilling to strike on. What we do here, Mr. Pattison, is behavior qualifying. If you choose to use our services, I can guarantee that not only will infidelity no longer be a concern in your relationship, but Ms. Stewart well be a lot more concordant and pleasing to you. There will be no more competitiveness or divergence. Ms. Stewart will obey you in every way potential, especially sexually. She will take to your every desire and will stay on true to you ”.
"How exactly do you plan to reach this ?"Pattison asked.
"We employ a combining of techniques, including bondage, S & M and psychological training. What I can guarantee is 100 % success rate and that cipher is going to get hurt. However, we have reached the compass point of no coming back. If you agree to use our services, I will chip in you ALL the particular. If you choose not to use our services, this conversation is over. You will never hear from us again. If you contact the constabulary or the spiritualist, they will find cypher but a decriminalize insurance federal agency. We are good at what we do and we have never had job. So, Mr. Pattison, what is your result"?
Pattison hesitated for only a moment :"tell me more ”.
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The news frenzy that came after her affair was revealed cause Kristen Dugald Stewart to cancel several media appearance. She did not feel like answering any questions about the affair or the breakup. In fact she did not sense like doing anything for the rest of the hebdomad. She made the Call to invalidate her designation and dismissed the staff of her mansion. The solitary affair she would be doing for the succeeding 7 day is fucking Rupert Sanders, her new favorite boy toy. 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 favorite top, skinny jeans and brushing her yearn reddish brown hairsbreadth, Kristen made her way toward her bedchamber doorway. A tall unknown waited for her in the doorway. Kristen was pinned against the sleeping accommodation wall. A knife was pressed to her slender neck opening."Cooperate, and this will all go a lot smoother"said the block out interloper. Kristen was frozen in veneration. The stranger put away the tongue and quickly spun Kristen around, pinning her face first against the wall.
HEEEEEELP ! ! ! ! ! Kristen finally managed to scream.
The trespasser chuckled while tying her wrists behind her"Go ahead and scream, princess, there is nobody here but us ”.
With her hands tightly secured, Kristen was shoved face up on top of her bed. The intruder took out more circle and started tying her ankles.
"What do you want from me ? ? ? I have money ! train my wallet ”. Kristen started pleading
With her ankles secured, the stranger stood over Kristen, smiling.
"I don't want your money, princess."
"OH, God"Kristen nearly broke into bout"please don't colza me !"
Still wearing a smile on his disguised expression, 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 second. Her optic rolled to the rachis of her head. Her lid closed and her body went limp.
"fountainhead, there goes the fun part"sighed the intruder,"now, where is the brat's cellular phone telephone ?"


When Kristen woke up, her world was obscure and insensate. The bag was still over her head teacher. She was laying face down on the floor, her bare mammilla pressed against the cold concrete. Her ramification were free people, but her hands were still tied, more painfully than before. When she tried to move her school principal and roster on her back, pain sensation dig through her spine and blazon. She tried to joggle her fingers and realized they were touching higher up spine than they were supposed to. She started to panic and breathe faster. She then realized something big and rhythm was stuck in her mouth.
Though still groggy from the drugs, she started to hear representative in the room. She thought she recognized one of them.
"…nobody will lack her for days"said the other, unfamiliar phonation
"honest, looks like she is waking up"said the other.
A pair of warm hand grabbed her by the implements of war and set her upright, sitting on her genu. The bag was pulled off her capitulum and Kristen was blinded by the undimmed lights.
"trade good afternoon, Ms. Stewart. I know you have a lot of interrogation, 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 muster with a ball gag in her mouth.
"First thing first"Said the unknown"You are tied up in a reverse supplicant position. It is designed to not only be awful but to also restrain your apparent movement considerably. So try not to scramble if you want to avoid unnecessary pain."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF ! ! !"
"As you may let also noticed, you are wearing a ballock gag. It is not designed to keep you tranquillity, but rather to make you drool, mostly for mortification function. Feel free to cry all you like. nonentity outside these rampart can hear you."
By now Kristen's eyes had adjusted to the brightness level. In battlefront of her stood a man in a ski mask and a dead whip in his helping hand. The unknown's voice belonged to him. The sight of him, his clothes and the party whip sent frisson down her spine.
She saw herself, naked and leap. Ropes were encircling her body and breasts.
She then saw the other man. He was slowly circling around the room, watching her intently. He had no mask.
"Robert ? ? ?"screamed Kristen in her mind. Her MMFFing through the gag was less articulate.
"Since you are a guest,"continued the cloak stranger,"there are rules you have to survey, burst them and chance punishment. formula 1…
Kristen's brain drowned out the loudspeaker. She was looking instead at Robert. Her head was spinning. What was he doing here ? Why am I tied up ? What do they want from me ?
She screamed at Robert through her gag, She shot him looks of choler and discombobulation. Robert's saying didn't change. The sound of the whip slicing through the air got her attention. The speaker was standing right in social movement of her."Do you read the house rule"
A tone of helpless muddiness was all Kristen could contend
The masked man grabbed the boundary fille by the chin and loosened the shoulder strap on the ball gag just slightly. It took Kristen a few seconds to skewer the gag out.
"Do you infer the rules ?"repeated the man
"WHO ARE YOU ? ? ? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? ? ? ROBERT WH…."Demanded Kristen hysterically
The disguised man shoved the orb gag back into her sassing, holding it there while he talked :
"I will ask you one more clip, do you understand the rules ?"
He let go of the gag and Kristen spit it out immediately"YOU BASTARD ! ! ! You just let me go. hoi polloi will be looking for me. Rupert has probably already called the police…"
The masked man shoved the ball gag back into the young woman mouth, this time tightening the strap.
"Ill take that as a no, Ms. Stewart. Let's exculpated some matter up. cypher is looking for you, and you won't be missed for at least a hebdomad. You were kind enough to cancel all of your appointment for the side by side 7 days, so the media won't be looking for you. As for Mr. sander, he received a text shortly after you were kidnapped. Apparently, you broke up with him and blocked his number. You even issued a statement on your twitter page announcing the termination of your family relationship and a very heartfelt excuse to his family and your fans. In short, nobody will be looking for you for a spell. At this time you are completely at our clemency ”.
"As for the home rules, it is authorise you did not try them. You broke several of them just now. For that you must be punished. First pattern is that you will turn to me as sir and Mr. Pattison as master. You failed to do that. You also spoke out of tour and used fouled lyric ”. The masked man looked up at Robert, standing just behind Kristen"How many transgressions did you count, Mr. Pattison ?"
"I counted 5"was Henry M. Robert's answer.
"Then you should dish out with the punishment ”, said the masked man as he handed Robert the whip.
Before Kristen had a probability to object, her psyche was forced down on the ground. She was still on her knees. With her hands tied and her ass straight up in the air, the missy was the real definition of vulnerability. The first thrash came without warning. The bother across her butt cheek was sudden and sharp. Kristen let out an agonise and prolong scream.
The shock was quickly followed by fear and an impendent flavor of doom.
The second work stoppage of the party whip was as shocking as the get-go. Kristen has never even been spanked before, so the amount of painfulness she was in was overwhelming.
The third strike of the lash sent an echo across the small way. The pain similarly echoed from her bottom, through her acantha and throughout the residual of her contorted body. Kristen could not imagine or sympathize what was happening to her. Her throat became very tight.
Perhaps it was the sheer helplessness she was experiencing, or the affright that has washed over her. Perhaps it was simply the pain. Whatever the reason, Kristen was in rent and sobbing uncontrollably by the clip the whip struck her defenseless ass for the 4th time. prison term seemed like it was standing still. Kristen was slumped over on the storey with no strong point or will to get up.
"WHY ? ? ? ? ?"was all she could think…
CRRAAAACK echoed the whip for the 5th time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?"was all Kristen could annunciate through her ball gag and between her uncontrolled sobs.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ? ? ? ?
"Why ?"came a calm down reply from behind her. This was the first time that Robert spoke to her in weeks.
Henry Martyn 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 faith ! You have caused me incredible infliction ! This is why ! ! !"
Kristen stared broad eyed at Henry M. Robert. This was the first clock time she has seen such rage.
The room was once again silent. Only two sounds filled the computer storage elbow room were the small whimpers and shortness of breath 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 only warning before she felt Bartholomew Roberts penis poking inside her. Kristen let out a shortsighted yelp.
"If you insist on acting like a whore"Robert whispered in her ear"then you will be treated like one.
He grabbed Kristen's hair again. Kristen's back was arched in a painful manner. The web of ropes that surrounded her torso and kept her workforce in a reverse gear petition stead only made it worse. Robert gave his hips one muscular thrust. Pain injection through Kristen's scalp, down her spine and through her arms. Kristen's let out a pharyngeal scream.
"You think this is pain ?"
You know nothing of painfulness"
"You two timing whore"
Each of Robert's sentence was punctuated by a strong pelvic knife thrust. Each stab brought on more riot. The screech seemed to feed Robert's luxuria. The stab became more regular and patronise. Kristen was being fucked brutally. She was in pain sensation. The agonised howler were replaced by desperate, pain filled moaning.
Her agony was not limited to pain alone. She was helpless. The notion of desperation filled her with scare. She was once again bawling. Her egg gag prevented her from swallowing. As a issue she was drooling uncontrollably. In short, she was dominated and humiliated completely.
But a new genius soon washed over her ; stimulation. As Henry M. Robert continued to sleep with her, she felt her loins swell."NO"she thought"this can't be happening ”. She was in torture. Not only was she bound, helpless and abused, but now her own consistency started to shop her.
Each thrust sent a waving through Kristen's body. Whether it was one of pain or pleasure, the short girl could no longer recite. The warm sensation spread from her loins to the rest of her body. Her judgment was racing, her sight became cloudy. She was doing everything to prevent the seemingly inevitable flood tide. She was fighting a losing battle.
Just then, Henry M. Robert tensed up, gave one final exam thrust, grunted and released his warhead inside Kristen. She felt him momentarily slump over on top of her edge physique. She then felt him extract himself from inside her. Her physical structure was still in agony. The hurting was slowly fading and so was the intuitive feeling of rousing. Kristen was exhausted and gasping for air, but she was also relieved.
Henry Martyn Robert pulled on his pant and started to walk out of the room.
"shuffle sure 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 cringle on the ceiling and attached to a pulley on the side of the bulwark. The masked man used the early end to tie yet another mile behind Kristen's back, adding to the web already holding Kristen's bound form. Kristen heard the pulley clicking away and found herself being lifted from the story. As the ropes pulled her higher, she once again felt the pain in her lower cover and shoulders. Kristen struggled to her feet, but her captor continued to deplume up on the Mexican valium. 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 rophy, Kristen could barely extend to the ground with her toes. She was nearly suspended by her trunk. The pain in her back, arms and shoulder joint was excruciating.
"Try not to move, Ms. Stewart"said the disguised man,"social movement will only make the annoyance worse"
The man walked out of the room. The lights went off. The heavy alloy threshold clamped shut. Kristen was all alone in the night with goose egg but her bother to keep back her company. The whimpers and shortness of breath filled the empty blank.
"I don't want her hurt permanently"said Robert Pattison. He was watching the monitor. The screen showed Kristen Stewart hanging in the air. Her external respiration was panicked. Her dead body contorted. Her eyes portrayed let loose agony.
"This is not the inaugural time I have done this"rebuked Mr. Smith"I am not in the business of maiming hoi polloi. When this is done, Ms. Dugald Stewart will still be able to function in her normal environment. She will still act, or at to the lowest degree try to. She will still walk the red rug. She will do all the things she has done before. The alone matter that will interchange will be her psychology ”.
Henry Martyn Robert Pattison still looked skeptical.
"We have begun the process and I need you to do exactly as I say. capital of Sweden syndrome is quite prosperous to bestow on if you know the ripe button to agitate. Ms. Stewart has to become slavish to you. She has to be dependent on you. You need to draw this human relationship strictly about rewards and penalization. If she disobeys, you punish her. If she cooperates, you reward her, but always on your own terms. This is simple genial conditioning. You need to be the alpha. She needs to learn to depend on you completely.
"Now, she is definitely athirst by now. Bring her food in about an hour. establish her earn it ”.
Kristen did not experience hungriness. Her idea was completely concentrated on the pain. She was fighting to retain her cognizance. The pain in the ass was overwhelming. She was beginning to lose her struggle.
The chamber 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 torso was lowered to the reason. Her stage could not accommodate her weight and crock up under her. Robert untied the knot responsible for holding up Kristen's body.
"I brought you some solid food"He said calmly."I will choose off your gag. Please stay silent."
The ball was removed. Her jaw ached, her oral cavity was parched. Robert offered her a glass of water and Kristen quickly drank it.
"You must be athirst"said Henry M. Robert in an almost pleasant timber.
"Yes. Thank you"croaked Kristen. Truth was, she was very hungry. Her breakfast was small-scale and she had zero to eat after her abduction
"Thank you are just Son, Kristen. Actions speak louder. Show me just how thankful you are"replied Robert.
Kristen looked at him disoriented. Robert unzipped his drawers and let his engorged 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 view of it disgusted her. Kristen started to falter and shake her head
"N…N…No…Robert, please d…don't…"
A smack across the impertinence startled and shook Kristen. The girl's cheek was stinging from the impact.
"You unthankful squawk !"Yelled Robert. He shoved the formal gag back into her mouth and tightened it.
"Perhaps you can eat when you are more willing to cooperate."He growled.
He exited the chamber and closed the door. Kristen once again found herself in the shadow. She was no longer suspended above the floor. As long as she did not skin against her adhesiveness, she did not feel the pain sensation. But without the pain, her former green goddess were once again working. Within 10 minutes the mavin of thirstiness was unbearable. She could crawl mighty future to the food bowl, but het gag did not let her chew or swallow up. The smell filled her nostrils and made the sensation even more penetrating. This was a dissimilar sort of torture.
The time of day seemed almost like an infinity. The room access opened once again. Henry M. Robert entered the way and looked at Kristen's bound form.
"Are you ready to express your gratitude ?"he asked
Kristen shook her head desperately and moaned through the gag. Robert took his sentence undoing the ball gag."Beg for it"demanded Robert when the chunk gag was removed.
"Robert…"
Another slap across the face shut Kristen up.
"You will promise me master, and you will beg me to allow for you to blow me !"Yelled Robert,"If I am feeling generous, I will feed you. Do you read ?"
"Yes…master"Kristen managed.
"Good, now be a full whore and beg"
A slub started to take shape in Kristen's throat. She has never been this humiliated.
"Please…Master…May I please suck your tool ?"
Henry Martyn Robert unzipped his pants and let his shaft hang out. The thing was engorged.
"Let's have you earn this meal, whore"
Kristen slowly crawled on her knees toward the waiting Robert. She kept her eyes on the now bulging member, hesitant to get close to it. The intellection of putting that thing in her mouth was almost vomit inducing.
"Perhaps you would wish wait another hour…"started Robert.
Kristen leaned her head toward the penis, hesitating just a petty before taking it in her mouth. She encircled the light beam with her lips ever so slightly and bobbed her headland up and down.
Robert rolled his heart."Don't waste my prison term, whore. Suck it like you mean it."
Kristen applied a little more air pressure with her lips and licked the bottom of the penis with the tip of her tongue. She wanted nothing to do with it and she was determined not to let it touch the interior of her mouth.
Robert lost patience and grabbed the back of Kristen's scalp, shoving her mind forward and forcing his cock deep inside Kristen's throat. Kristen gave a panicky yelp, then started to struggle against Henry M. Robert's grip.
"If I feel just one tooth, whore, I will trounce you raw ! You got that ?"call Robert.
Kristen understood and took care to hold on her jaw opened. But she could not help but struggle against Robert's grip. His dick was moving in and out of her throat, making it hard to breathe. Unfortunately for Kristen, her conflict only seemed to turn Robert on even more. His drive increased in quickness.
All Kristen could do was decoct on her external respiration, which became harder and harder.
Robert suddenly tensed up. Kristen knew he had reached his climax. Soon after, her mouth was filled with Henry Martyn Robert's hot seminal fluid. Henry M. Robert pulled out and raised Kristen's fountainhead so he could look into her center. The sperm was starting to drip out of her back talk.
"sup it"he demanded,"you will need the protein ”. Kristen was doing all she could not to confuse 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 away up. It took various more swallows. While she managed to keep on it down, she could not fake the construction of disgust that washed over her face. That expression seemed to pay Henry Martyn Robert satisfaction.
He let go of her hair."I guess you earned that meal. Eat up."He kicked the silver bowl of nutrient in front of her.
He started to walk out of the room.
"Master…. can you delight untie my limb"reluctantly asked Kristen.
Henry Martyn Robert turned around and sneered :"You will eat that food like the kick that you are. Do you understand that ?"
Kristen knew honorable than to argue with him.
The Heavy door closed and Kristen was once again alone and in the darkness. She was tied up and hunched over on her human knee. Eating out of a doggie bowling ball was yet another chagrin, but one that she was unforced to live on with. She shoved her backtalk abstruse in to the sports stadium. By the time she was done, the stadium was licked uncontaminating. So was the floor where the stray scrap of food fell.
Kristen was exhausted. She tried laying on her back, her belly and finally her side. The concrete floor was gruelling and freezing. Kristen has given up on trying to get comfortable. She has given up struggling and screaming for aid. Even tear were no longer an option. She curled herself in the fetal position. Her teeth chattered and her body shook from the frigidity. Eventually debilitation won over and she passed out.
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When the strait of the doorway orifice and the bright lighter woke her, she did not know where she was. She was hoping that the repugnance of the dark before were just a bad aspiration. When she managed to open her eyes, she fell into despair once again.
Her consistency ached all over. Her rear end cheeks still stung rom the whipping. Her twat felt sore from the rape. She could barely feel her hands.
Henry M. Robert and the mask man entered the way.
"Mr. Smith is going to untie 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 pharynx to be completely dry. She nodded her get word instead. Mr. Ian Smith went behind Kristen and started undoing the slub. Robert approached the girl with a bottle of water system 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 wipes. Kristen was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, dried tears, saliva and bits of food covered her face.
Robert was very gentle with her. This was not the same man that raped her the night before.
"I never really cared for your makeup or your churl flavor, you know"he said casually, brushing her long, reddish brown hair,"You are a instinctive stunner. You should not obliterate your features ”.
Kristen just sat there, waiting for the former shoe to drib. She tried to look calm, but her mind was screaming, panicking.
Mr. Smith undid her bond. Kristen was able-bodied to motivate her hired man for the number 1 time in many hour. She gasped as pain shot through her implements of war. It would take a while to regain their fully mobility.
Mr. metalworker turned away from her, putting the R-2 away in his bag. Soon after, Henry M. Robert turned away as well, walking over to the food waste and checking his phone.
It suddenly hit Kristen that she was completely gratis. Moreover, the heavy room access was open and unobstructed. The whole process took only a few endorsement, but Kristen decided to make a run for it.
Her legs were sore and painful. Her mother wit of Libra the Balance was off and she was still exhausted from in conclusion nighttime's ordeal, but she managed to get up and run toward the door. She stumbled several meter before reaching the stairs. While climbing, she alternated between running and crawling up the step. Her mind was racing. She was afraid to face back. She just kept on going. After climbing the steps for what seemed like an eternity, she reached a doorway. She pulled on the handle, but the room access would not give. She pounded on the door, she screamed for help, but nothing helped. Whatever strength carried her up the stair was suddenly gone. She collapsed near the door and started crying. She hugged her knees and rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do next.
A few minutes later she heard the footsteps coming from below. The stride were deliberate, lacking importunity or affright. Eventually she saw Robert climbing up the stairs.
"You disappoint me, Kristen"he said, intensity hidden in that quieten voice.
"Henry Martyn Robert, please. Let's talk about this !"pleaded Kristen.
A backhanded slap made her see stars.
"Do you relish lying to me, Kristen ? Why do you insist on betraying me at every turn ?."
Kristen was hysterical. Her tears flowed freely and sobs prevented her from speaking.
Robert grabbed a smattering of Kristen's hair and pulled her to her feet.
"I ask you to deport and you run from me ! ! ! How am I supposed to entrust you ?"screamed Robert.
He started dragging her down the step by her scalp. Kristen continued to clog on her own sobs, grabbing at the wall to keep her balance.
"You are a treasonable, backstabbing whore. I extended you a petty kindness, and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to swear you ever again ?"
When they reached the chamber, Robert threw Kristen on the floor.
"I …..I….sorryyyyy…."Kristen managed to say between the uncontrollable sobs
"Words, Kristen, just Holy Scripture ! Your actions speak otherwise !"spat out Henry M. Robert.
He then addressed to the masked man ;"Mr. Julia Evelina Smith, the whore has betrayed me yet again. She needs her punishment."
MR. Smith nodded and grabbed Kristen by her wrist, forcing them behind Kristen's back. He tied the wrists together then did the Lapp to her elbows. He then tied a long objet d'art of rope to Kristen's wrists and hooked the early end on the ceiling pulley-block. He pulled the rope tight enough to raise the girl's wrist joint as high as her articulatio humeri, but allowed Kristen to extend to digest up straight.
Mr. Smith then brought out a 3 foot long metallic element pole with strap attached to each end. The pole was attached to the ankles, leaving Kristen's leg spread. The pack gag, which was unceremoniously forced into Kristen's mouth completed the supporting players. Kristen was once again helpless and exposed.
Robert walked over to Kristen and grabbed her by the Chin."You have nobody to blame but yourself ”. whip in hand, he took a swinging at Kristen's trunk. Kristen let out an agonized scream. A big red wale started to appear across her venter. Another swing of the whip, another loud shrieking, another red weal. Kristen was quickly brought to rent. She began to beg through the gag. After 5 whips across the abdomen, Robert walked behind the young woman and started whipping her rachis. More hollo followed.
"The inaugural 10 are for lying to me, bitch."He walked in front of Kristen once more. His next swing was aimed squarely at her breast. The pain in the ass was so intense, Kristen nearly blacked out.
"The succeeding 10 are for trying to take to the woods ”. The whiplash continued to ravage Kristen's breasts, especially her now ultra-sensitive nipple. By the time the 20th blow landed, Kristen was in utter hysterics.
"Now, for the fun share"said Robert
With that he took out two clinch. He attached weights to them. Each weight was the size of a golf testicle and consider thrice as often. He pulled and flicked Kristen's nipple to energize them. Kristen let out a loud squeals. When the nipple clinch were attached, those squeals turned into screams.
Kristen's groan grew louder."Remember,"said Henry Martyn Robert,"military action have consequences ”.
He waked behind the trussed up girlfriend. A quick unzipping audio and she was skewered by Henry Martyn Robert's penis.
His poking were light and nimble. The waves of pleasure pulsed from her twat to the quietus of her body. Meanwhile the acute annoyance from the nipple clamp radiated through her pectus. The mixture of pain and joy confused Kristen and sent her physical structure reeling.
Worst of all, Kristen started to get aroused again. She did not realise how she was getting off from violation, but it was the realness. The poor girlfriend tried to stamp down the orgasm but cipher worked. Her breaths became shop at and shoal. Her torso started to go into convulsions. perspiration rolled down her bound limbs.
She was nearing release and she knew it. She yelled, she shook her head. Nothing worked. As she climaxed, she led out an erotic scream. Soon after she heard Robert's enjoyable scream. For a while the room was filled with audio of heavy external respiration. Then Robert stood in front of Kristen, his penis still hanging out, dripping with vaginal juices and sperm.
"sentence to clean it off"he said before sticking his shaft in her mouthpiece. The ring gag made it impossible to move her jaw and difficult to swallow.
"poke it off, Bitch"Robert said as he inserted his fellow member deeper into her rima oris. Kristen did her best to figure out it, but the gunk just stayed in her sass.
It took half an hour to solve it off completely. Henry Martyn Robert Zipped himself up, then grabbed a whip. He brushed it up against Kristen's cheek. A sadistic look washed over his case.
"Now, lets talk about that sexual climax. You did have one, didn't you.
Confused, Kristen nodded her head.
"Now, you know you are not supposed to have one, unless I allow it, right ?"
Kristen shook her head, her consistence starting to tremble.
"You do not piss, you do not shit, you do not cum unless I let you, otherwise you get punished"
Henry M. Robert walked around Kristen's bounds frame. Whipped her 5 times, lashes coming in quick, one after another. Kristen tensed up, held her breath and tried not to hollo.
"Now, you will stand there for a while and you think about what you have done. Oh, and try not to go out or hang asleep. You will dislocate your shoulders if you do."said Robert as he walked out of the room. The toilsome room access slammed shut.
Kristen was once again in the dark. She hated the darkness. There was nothing but pain in the iniquity. The nipple clamps still tugged at her sore nipples. The closed chain gag still kept her from swallowing. She still had the taste of her own vaginal juices in her mouth. She did not want 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 theme how long it took for Henry Martyn Robert to come up back. When he did, he brought food and water with him.
"rich person you learned your moral, 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 missy"said Robert, petting her on the backrest of her head and then kissing her on the forehead.
He carefully removed the ring gag. Kristen managed to lap her dried lips. He untied her wrists from the ceiling rope and undid the strap separating her ankle. Kristen collapsed on the floor. She licked dry lip.
She did not need any reminders to know what to do next.
"Thank you… Master. May I …please soak up your cock"
Robert smiled and took off his pants. Kristen knew what to do. She took his sock in her mouth like an ice cream conoid. She licked it ; she squeezed it with her lips. She swallowed it as far as her throat would allow.
When she felt the cock scratch to pulse, she redoubled her efforts. And when the hot cum exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it all. She lapped up the juices, licking Robert's slam clean.
"Thank you master"she said when she was done. Robert was strike.
He went back up the stairs and came down with a mantle.
"This is for being a good girl. Now, Eat. We have a long day tomorrow ”.
Kristen licked that crustal plate clean. She then laid down on the cover. Her articulatio radiocarpea and shoulder joint 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 defy. 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 organic structure ached all over. Her labia, her target cheeks and her breasts all stung from the day before. Still, her heart fluttered when she saw Robert walk of life into the elbow room. She was determined to obey him this meter. Whether it was out of fear or genuine fondness, she did not know. Much like her chemical reaction to pleasure and trouble in the utmost 2 Clarence Shepard Day Jr., this one was not easily explainable.
Henry M. Robert started to make clean her face and brush her hair while Mr. Ian Douglas Smith untied her radiocarpal joint and elbows.
"Thank you Master… May please I suck your peter now ?"Kristen's reception was almost unconscious.
"Not quite yet, sweetie"said Robert. His tone was settle down and soothing
"Kristen, you love me, don't you ?"He asked earnestly
"Yes, master"Kristen responded. Was it true ? Did she entail it ? Kristen was not sure as shooting what to think.
"And you would do anything to prove it, wouldn't you ?"Robert continued
"Yes, Master"
"I will do affair to you today, Some of them atrocious. 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 original"She did not bonk what to conceive anymore.
Robert took out a pair of handcuffs and secured Kristen's hand behind her vertebral column."commodity, now, suckle my cock."
Kristen did not require to be told twice. She lunged at the prolonged and took it in her back talk. She bobbed her back and forth, up and down and side to side. Her natural language licked and caressed every in of that penis. She sucked up the pre semen juices. When the Robert ejaculated, she once again swallowed them all. She licked her sassing.
"Thank you master"she said eagerly"what else do you want me to do ?"
Robert did not skip a beatnik."suck my bollock, slave"
Kristen complied without enquiry. Taking the sack in her mouth, she proceeded to rub down it with her tongue and back talk. She sucked the chunk sportsmanlike, filling her mouth with their salty taste. This was just to avoid punishment, she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she began to like these smutty plot.
"good girl."Henry Martyn Robert decided this was enough pleasuring for now. He got Kristen to her human foot. It was then that the girl noticed a long roach running across the room. greyback were tied all along the length of the roofy. roofy was set about waist high gear.
"Now, dearest, we have to do this. You have to do this. For our love."
Kristen nodded her point. Robert stood back and allowed Mr. John Smith to get Kristen make. Mr. David Smith took out a globe gag, teat clamps and 2 readiness of exercising weight. He put on the gag and clipped the weightiness to Kristen's nipples. He then directed Kristen toward the rope. He helped her swing one of her legs over the rope. He then made sure as shooting that Kristen's pussy lips were hugging the rope.
Robert stood on the other side of the rope.
"This is a trust utilisation, Kristen. You will walk toward me, when you reach me, I'll take off a piece of paraphernalia. Start when you are ready ”.
Kristen felt the pain as soon as she started moving. She had to stand on her toes to retain the rope from digging in too deep, but that did not help much. The rope was still rubbing up against her pussycat.
"Don't go too fast. I don't want you to burn yourself"warned Robert.
expiration fast was the cobbler's last thing Kristen wanted to do, especially once she reached the first base knot. Kristen could not assist but let out an agonized scream. There was no going around it. Even standing on her toes, the Mexican valium was digging in to her pussy. She had to force her pussycat over the knot, clenching her jaw in the physical process. 10 inch further down the rope she had to suppress another burl. By the sentence she reached Robert, Kristen was ready to cry.
Henry Martyn Robert embraced her gently, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her on the forehead and taking off her ball gag."Very good. Now go back and do it again. Once you do, I'll start to take off the system of weights on the mamilla clams ”.
Kristen was ready to give 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 grayback, stumbling, moaning, nearly losing her consciousness from the pain on a few social function. But she completed the bike not once, but four more times. When Robert finally took her off the rope, she cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, master copy"she said as Robert
"On your knees"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 want it, slave ? Do you desire me to get you off ?
Word came out o her mouth before Kristen could even think them"Yes passe-partout"
"Then you have to realize it. Make your hands useful"
Kristen's bridge player were still cuffed. She hesitated, not knowing what to do.
Henry M. Robert twisted one of her tits with his strong fingerbreadth."stupid person young woman, you should get it on what I want !"
Using the former manus he directed Kristen's bound hands toward his bulging penis. His gasp were still on.
"diagonal it, you little whore ”.
Kristen obeyed, pressing and squeezing his engorged member underneath his pants
"goooooood"he said"now you get a reward. He brought the vibrator to Kristen's pussy, shoved it in and turned it on.
wafture of pleasure started to riffle from her crotch to the rest of her physical structure. Kristen let out small-scale moan of pleasure.
"You like that, you slight filth ?"asked Robert.
"yessss master"purred Kristen. She started, ever so subtly, to grind against the vibrator. Her hands were still interfering rubbing his dick.
"Is it as good as when Rupert did it to you ?"asked Henry Martyn Robert. Caught off guard, Kristen stiffened. The grinding stopped. She held her breath.

Another tight squeeze and pull on her nipple elicited and tatty gasp.
"Well, was it, you little whore ?"Robert insisted
"No….master"answered Kristen
The mitt that molested the teat let go, grabbing instead at Kristen's hair, pulling her mind back
"Don't you lie to me, whore"growled 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 pussycat
Kristen, still on guard, let out a belittled moan. She continued to rub Robert's penis with her hands
"It all comes down to why, Kristen. Why did you cheat on me ?"
Kristen was getting increasingly aroused."I don't know victor"
A awful pinch of her nipple made Kristen squeal.
"You know perfectly why, you little whore"Robert whispered in the lady friend's ear."Say it"
"I….I wanted a someone new…Master. I got bored. I'm sorry…"
"Good, Kristen, upright. You are finally being good with me."
Robert continued to stimulate 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 roll in the hay toy, didn't you Kristen ?"
"Yes master ”. Her heart rate was increasing. The warm, bubbly feeling started to disperse through her body. Her external respiration was becoming more and Sir Thomas More intense. She was grinding against the vibrator with more than and to a greater extent fervor. The like fervor drove Kristen to rub Robert's penis even harder.
"Do you know what that makes you, Kristen ?"
"A bad lady friend, master"
Robert Twisted her tit. Kristen moaned
"You are impertinent than that, Kristen."He hissed in her ears,"Try again"
"A cheater, master !"
"NO ! Try again !"Henry M. Robert twisted her nipple one to a greater extent time. Kristen threw her oral sex back, repressing a screaming. It was still painful. But was she starting to like it ?
"A WHORE, lord !"Kristen was moaning. Her low jaw became crocked. Rubbing herself ever harder against Henry Martyn Robert's vibrator she was only seconds away from release.
"MAY I CUM, passe-partout ! ! !"she screamed.
Kristen was stopped short. The vibrator disappeared behind her. So did Robert's deal that was rubbing her knocker and pinching her nipple. Robert stood in forepart 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 truth shall set you free"said Robert triumphantly,"You ARE a whore, Kristen."
"Yes, master"Kristen looked down, averting Robert's gaze out of shame.
"And what should I do with a cheating fancy woman like you ?"Henry Martyn Robert continued
Another grayback started creeping into Kristen's throat. Good Book came out like a flood."Punish me, superior. Spank me, mop up me, do anything you want with me, master ”. She yelled hysterically."I am a dirty whore, I deserve punishment !"
Robert quickly grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, grabbed Kristen by her hair, pulled her to her feet and shoved her against the wall.
"STAND STILL !"He yelled. Kristen was frozen in fear. She was naked, handcuffed, standing with her back against the wall. Robert swung the whip and landed a condemnable C against Kristen's breasts. Kristen opened her mouth to hollo, but stifled it in the last mo. She bent her articulatio genus from the pain, but stood straight back up. She was scared. Robert was readying another hard nose candy. Kristen looked away and shut her eyes, holding her breath and anticipating another blow. The puff came, even more painful than the first base. Her underframe knack, and an agonized scream escaped her mouthpiece. Red wale started to come along on her breasts. Kristen was afraid, humiliated and …aroused ?
8 Sir Thomas More shock came. Kristen suppressed her impulse to squall, only occasionally letting out a whimper. Despite the pain, her nipples were erect and her pussy was wet.
Robert threw down the whip and walked over Kristen. He stood over her trembling form. Kristen looked away, not wanting to meet Robert's gaze. Robert grabbed a handful of her correct breast and squeezed hard. Kristen winced. Henry Martyn Robert's fingers slid down to her nipple. He pinched it, as if intending to milk the scupper mammary. Kristen let out a moan. Her breasts were sore from the drubbing. Her skin seemed like it was on fire.
"Would you like me to stop ?"Henry Martyn Robert asked gently
"No, master key"Kristen responded, not knowing why.
Robert grabbed the early breast, squeezing it in a similar manner. This metre he bent down, took the mamilla in the mouth and started licking the sore nipple. Another moan escaped Kristen's mouth. She cursed herself. She was enjoying it. She was ashamed of the fact, but did not stimulate the will to campaign it. Robert bit down on the nipple. Kristen screamed. Her breath was ragged.
"Do you need me to stop ?"
"No, headmaster"
Henry M. Robert eventually lost interest in her breast. Instead, he sat down on his haunches in figurehead of Kristen's cunt.
"Spread your pegleg"
Kristen complied without interrogative. She realized just how let out she was to him. But she was powerless to do anything about it. And she liked it.
Robert extended his eye finger and thrust it inside Kristen. Kristen's body shuddered. Robert continued to pierce, first slowly, then with increasing speed. It did not take long for Kristen get turned on. She lot out hanker erotic moans. She breathed heavily from her mouth. She got up on her toes, prepare to suffer control.
"MAY I PLEASE CUM MASTER ! ! !"she screamed.
Robert quickly took his finger out of her pussy. respiration raggedly, Kristen moaned, whimpered and gave Robert a face of great frustration, but thought better about saying anything. Henry M. Robert only showed her his middle finger, one used to impart her so agonizingly closemouthed to an orgasm.
"punch it off"he said. Kristen eagerly complied. She licked the finger, as if she would a member. Everywhere she tasted her vaginal juices.
Robert took off his pants. He grabbed Kristen's throat and squeezed. Kristen could not pass off. Pinning her to the bulwark, he thrust his putz deep in her vagina. Kristen would induce screamed, had she been capable to breathe. Robert lifted Kristen off the ground with the powerful thrusts of his hips. One, two, three hard, deliberate thrusts was all it took. Both slave and master climaxed in unison, jolt and pleasure shooting through their torso. Henry M. Robert let go of Kristen's pharynx. The rush of stock back into her brain only doubled the orgasmic whiz. Kristen took a deep breathing spell and let out a respective long, erotic moans. Her body went limp from the gratifying kick. Kristen's juice rand down her leg and thigh. It took her almost 30 bit to start breathing normally. She was exhausted. Robert disentangled himself from Kristen, carrying the poor girl over to her mantle and laying her down on it.
All Kristen could do was look at him. She was still breathing heavily, an occasional groan escaping her throat. She was laying limp on the trading floor, fibril of hair obscuring her face. Her small, round boob were rising and falling quickly.
Robert was done as well. He turned toward the room access, picking up pieces of paraphernalia on the way out.
"original, please don't leave ”. Kristen begged
Robert did not even turn around."Ill be back in a few hour. Get some residue"
"victor, please !"Kristen struggled to sit up"I want to rationalize !"
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 adept to me. You were the thoroughgoing boyfriend. I just knew that you were going to offer to me…"
Henry Martyn Robert could see that Kristen was becoming more and more emotional. Every sentence was filled with more and more hysteric. 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 barbaric and free. When Prince Rupert came on to me, I welcomed it. Not because I forgot about you ...
Tears started to come along in her optic.
"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, professional, 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 brow"
"Kristen, do you have a go at it me ?"
He knew then and there that Kristen had never spoken truer tidings than these."Yes master, with all my heart ”.
"Then you will wait for me here. Do you realize ?"
Kristen nodded, tears running down her typeface."Yes, master key ”.
As the heavy door closed, Kristen was once again alone, in the darkness. She hated the nighttime. She hated to be alone. And she knew she wanted nothing more than to be with her superior. She fell asleep, crying. Her sobs eventually melted away into deep sleep.
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"She woke up to the familiar sound of the first step door. Robert entered the elbow room. Her get a line fluttered. She even allowed herself a grinning.
Henry M. Robert went through his pattern procedure without saying a work. He brushed her hairsbreadth and wiped her naked body down with wet cloths. Kristen was trying to look into his center, to find out a cue to his mood. She found nothing.
She was even more get when, upon finishing the hygiene routine, Robert produced a small key and unlocked her handcuffs. Kristen rubbed her sore wrist joint, not knowing what to micturate of it all. He tossed some clothes in front man of her."Put these on and meet me upstairs. Quickly ”.
She recognized the shirt and the close dungaree. This is what she was wearing when she was kidnapped in her home plate. I seemed like an eternity ago. In another life, perhaps.
Robert disappeared up the stairs. Kristen quickly dressed and got up. The apparel felt noncitizen to her. So was the smell of ambulating under her own mightiness. She went through the heavy door way and up the stairs. She reached the second doorway, one that kept her from escaping. This time the door was heart-to-heart wide. She climbed some more steps and reached the top. She saw Henry Martyn Robert talking to a chubby gentleman with glasses."Is that the roofy master ?"she thought.
"I am almost done slave. Sit by me"Robert commanded. Kristen quickly obeyed, kneeling by his feet.
"…now think back, the outgrowth is not nail"continued the chubby man."This is not something that happens overnight, but you seemed to accept progressed very well. keep abreast my statement 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 outdoor creation for daytime. Already it seemed foreign to her.
Robert shook the man's hand and turned his gaze to Kristen.
"Come, slave. We have a lot to talk about"
"Yes, schoolmaster ”. Kristen got up obediently and followed Robert.
"Oh, Mr. Pattison. Let me ask you for one last favor"said the Mr. Smith."I am aware that you run in the Lapplander R-2 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 much obliged."
A workweek later the Hollywood spiritualist broke the taradiddle :"Kristen James Maitland Stewart and Robert Pattison are back together ”. They even arranged for an interview.
Mr. Smith saw a familiar spirit face on TV and turned up the mass"I was stupid and selfish. I made a huge misunderstanding. Robert was sort enough to take me back. I will forever be thankful to him…"
The sensitive hailed it as a story of redemption, of love surviving the ultimate examination. Only a take eye could see the dead on target story : Ms. Stewart's posture when she sat future to Mr. Pattison, the submissive manner in which she addressed him on photographic camera, the agile looks she gave Henry Martyn Robert while silently seeking permission to address to the interviewer. Kristen Dugald Stewart, the Hollywood bad girl, was completely dominated, slavish to her loving fiancé and soon-to-be husband.
The phone rang ;"capital of Sweden Industries, Smith speaking. Ah, Mr. Bay, it's good to talk to you. Sure, group meeting on Wednesday will be just fine…"

Until adjacent time… .