Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the ancestral rest home of Earl Brudenell is a fine example of a belatedly sixteenth C nation estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability brownness, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the locus for this days"biz and area funfair"a assembly of horse aficionado's, fisher, hunters, hawker, gun dog possessor, and Farmer alike, not the hangout of corner hugger's and fox fan, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a circumference wall and set in the heart of Second Marquis of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the North, Wakerly Great wood on the South and E prospect and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the W, only the local"Redkite's"were relieve to wind it's secret charms. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only approachable by the magnificent ornate wrought iron gate, sitting at the end of a farsighted wind, tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly buck private individual, shunning publicity, but sharing his cacoethes for the countryside, and field craftiness chase, indeed his string of"Hunter"testament to his committal to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to accord to the use of Grange and allow access to the grounds, this being the maiden time they had ever been open to the public, and even more noteworthy, access to the great hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of workmanship stalls with your husband. A full syllabus of events from the Great Compromiser pigeon shooting, to fly cast and fishing proficiency, show jump and dog scurry, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out hubby suggested that you book for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to meet back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching center, as you approached the ticket windowpane, or see the young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her station taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with knee knickerbockers and cervid stalker hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm circuit please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last go and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the main house to see if you can get together the tour that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few bit, Grange would not be undecided again for a long clip, if ever, and it was rumoured to have got a fine art and ceramic solicitation, not to advert one of the finest aggregation of orchidaceous plant and tropic plant life in the res publica, something you didn't want to overleap, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone set, after a abbreviated conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a with child red x on the opposite incline and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there spell has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the back of the cakes stall, through the small gate beside the maze, it will assume you up past the stable, the primary door is around the corner to your right, someone will be there to assemble you, enjoy your visit"

Grange Hall

Grange residence hall, the ancestral home plate of Earl Brudenell is a fine example of a late 16th century res publica landed estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capability Brown, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this years"biz and Country funfair"a gathering of Equus caballus aficionado's, fisherman, Orion, falconer, gun dog possessor, and farmers alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox lover, but a oasis for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a border wall and set in the heart of Second Marquis of Rockingham timber, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and primer to the North, Wakerly Great wood on the South and eastern United States look and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the W, only the local"Redkite's"were free to wander it's mysterious magic spell. A secluded plaza, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought Fe Bill Gates, sitting at the end of a long winding, tree lined boulevard.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private somebody, shunning publicity, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and champaign foxiness sideline, indeed his strand of"Hunter"testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and give up accession to the cause, this being the first time they had ever been receptive to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the great antechamber and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craftiness kiosk with your husband. A full programme of event from clay pigeon shooting, to fly molding and fishing techniques, show jumping and dog scramble, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out hubby suggested that you book for the 4.30 turn, and you spilt up, he wanted to claver a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to meet back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the ticket window, or see the young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her place taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with knee breeches and deer stalker hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a tabloid in presence of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour and unfortunately it's good, but if you want, I can ring the briny sign of the zodiac to see if you can join the spell that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be overt again for a long clip, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a mulct art and ceramic collecting, not to bring up one of the finest assembling of Orchids and tropical plants in the rural area, something you didn't want to leave out, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a great red x on the turn back side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the back of the cakes stall, through the small gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the stables, the chief room access is around the recession to your right, someone will be there to meet you, enjoy your visit"

Thanking the man for his form campaign, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to assure hubby of the change of architectural plan, only to be frustrated by a flat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll charm up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalls on three sides most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a hybridization country result, all except one, a majestic looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 hands to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse cavalry it had piercing blue eyes, the name scale on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and give it's muzzle a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more than aid, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to get hold a thermionic vacuum tube of"Polo muckle"a favourite of any horse, holding the pot on the flat of you hand, Lucifer's unsmooth clapper gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

"Not looking to steal him are you ?"asks a house, rather well educated vox, turning, you see an elegantly dressed very attractive woman in her 40's"May I help you ?"She looked displeased,"this is a common soldier area."

You feel your face getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you screw up for the ticket, the graceful gentlewoman accepts it in here well manicured mitt and written report the details her centre widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan metalworker"you seem to be stumbling to get the Good Book out,"You may visit me Elly, I'm pleased to touch you Jan, Jan Bessie Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured deal in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprise by the resoluteness of the suitcase, not to tight, but firmer than you thought requisite."You like my buck"without waiting for an solvent, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat overlooking part said"well then Jan Joseph Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceiling, Yew trappings, fatheaded rug, there were picture galore, video display cause filled with all manner of antique jewellery, heavy velvet curtains, plush couches and easy death chair,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the term of enlistment in the armory, at the consequence there in the palisade garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new air, it's taken year to hone"with that she gave a knowing flavour to the old man, who you recognise from the tag booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit subroutine library, beckoning you to sit, lady Helen rang a small-scale flatware gong, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a silver tray"Prunus spinosa wine-coloured ?"she asks,"we make it on the the three estates, it's very serious"and without waiting for a answer nods to the butler, he pours you both a very large glass,"we'll let the former's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very large glasses of Allegheny plum wine later, you set off, upon rounding the turning point to the Great hall, you're greeted by the land site of main party."shucks it"said Lady Helen of Troy. The chief party had returned early from the indoor garden, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the briny entry, to access the great hall, program library, and the inventory.
peeress Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small English door"we'll film a curt cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit constringe circular stone staircase, the ever introduce old man close behind, at the bottom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a intemperate oak door, you stumble, and dip against her, in the confusion you don't sense the hypodermic needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine-coloured cellar, you begin to sense foreign, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the strait of peeress Helen spike heel shoe reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you alright Mrs John Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat remote, your eyes begin to wilt as your vision fuzz, limb encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the duskiness takes you as he slowly lower berth you to the floor.

You didn't see the hobble form of the young girl from the just the ticket booth being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the former employees, a brute of a man with an wickedness mind and a deep disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment means we use for casual labourers, burnish, only been in the area a week,"epithet"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"one, unattached, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the representation tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacement, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a long time"he said to the ever paying attention Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a good tone at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to savour what was in store for the young lady friend, the huge bulge in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to fare,"where are we with esteem to the Kathryn Elizabeth Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to institute her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her data file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the elbow room"we can pop out on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to learn the comp file cabinet they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small chocolate workshop in the market square toes, spilling the contents of your handbag across the storey. The Earl most apologetic for his awkwardness, helping you to retrieve the subject matter, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone call to an old ex constabulary force acquaintance, the Earl had your speech, and ever since then you had been under surveillance, he knew a great deal about you, and what he didn't know he intended to find out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely intimate voice asks,"Mrs John Smith"you feel soul shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your eubstance feels like a ton weighting, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to concenter on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Smith"the instant voice continues, your confused and disorient"Mrs Smith"you recognise the spokesperson as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focus on your surroundings but the duskiness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen trammel that are attached to your radiocarpal joint and mortise joint,"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"a a good deal sterner vocalization command"“ turn back it now, I fiat you to hold back"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a sharp slap on the side of meat of the face, you immediately stop,"a lot better Mrs Smith, We don't want to hurt you Thomas More than is necessary, but you need to understand a few thing.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! Understand your quandary, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to help you, we have your husband, he is completely lost, heavily sedated, he will stay like that until such fourth dimension as we wish, he will remember nothing of his time as our guest, however the same can't be said for you."

"We will venture on a program of"readjusting your perception of what is, or is not convention, we will command you physically, mentally you are going to fight us, our method will bequeath you no alternative, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs Kate Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the obscure cameras all over your planetary house gave us a lot of information, your ilk disfavour and of course your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid thraldom pictures, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense assistance in this most concern facet of your persona, we are particularly matter to in your intimate fancy, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in great depth, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be easy for us to detect if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Bessie Smith, I am going to remove your control, celebrate perfectly still and until you hear me distinguish you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the repose of the men filed out of the room, you hear the door close and the whorl turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the bulwark"very secure Mrs Adam Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a modest room, no windows, the bingle bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a diminished sink, with a bath cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a single wardrobe, a mat screen television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only other feature of speech were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small loudspeaker system crackled into life,"I think it's time we made a showtime Mrs Smith, sit down on the boundary of the bed, switch on the TV, failure to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your forefront if you understand Mrs metalworker, you nod your head.

The TV photo shows a eyeshot standardised to an examination room, complete white tiles, with lots of stainless steel sinkhole, drain and the like, there are various cupboard, console, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hose, ticker, monitors, consoles and various former unsung simple machine, at one end is a huge methamphetamine window that extends floor to roof and bulwark to fence in, it appears to be some kind of hothouse, condensing runs down the crank, you can see big unidentified plants inside, along another paries are a number of empty cages, the center of attention of the room is dominated by a composite padded exam sofa discharge with stirrups, restraints, and other weapon system, finally, along the back wall are 12 prat arranged in three level, movie theater style.

The utterer crackles into biography"Mrs Smith move out your drawers, and go through the doorway on your left, there you will discover a little stool, sit on it spread your legs, face the cameras and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in mental rejection"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the photographic camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door out-of-doors and three men in doc white's and masque enter, your roughly bundled through to the future way, lifted onto the interrogation board, your blindfolded, your limb are pulled up behind your head and tied, a heavy wide rap is tied across your small tummy, and finally your legs are distribute apart and strapped into stirrups, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the auditory sensation of electric car motors whirring startle you as the buttocks one-half of the table swivels upwards then lower and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup iron a sharp tang farming on your bottom, you struggle but the nip carry on, your fanny is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping period, cold ointment is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an aerosol container being squirted"keep very still Mrs Smith,"the paring of your sex commences, satisfied you are destitute of all tomentum, oil is massaged into your scramble"very full, we can see you lots percipient now."Mrs Smith you need to infer something, we are quieten callous you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a small nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep inside, the snap of examination gloves makes you tense."Mrs metalworker I'm going to establish you an anal internal energy out as though you are going to the can, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to comply, you struggle to break in free but to no avail, 5 irregular, you don't want another spanking, 1 mo, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you pant, he begins to wreak his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your rear musical passage then suddenly the fingerbreadth is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen derive close-fitting"says a female person vocalization, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's bounteous 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its widest, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diam, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being quarter inside you, your anal retentive muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the blanket piece miscue inside you feel your hind end contact lens and close around the minute cervix, locking around the plug.

Your freighter existence to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the automobile pumps mobile deep into your posterior, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your downhearted abdomen, a finger gently rophy and fret your clit, the slight nub swelling and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your prick your lips swell an redden, a drip of sex juice runs out of you, the digit slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscles around your ravisher, the automobile constantly fills and empties you, herculean drugs and pheromones designed to rise your organic structure response to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary muscle spasm's inside your pussy,"very good Mrs Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the lips of your pussy are pulled exposed and another trickle of fair sex succus runs out, the latex gloved finger pushes deeper interior, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stem the intimate foreplay your trunk is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to jerk off you, he is an expert, his long digit probe your g patch, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very hard, your fighting the sensations, the long index fingerbreadth finds the opening to your cervix and as your slit cramp again it begins to ram it's way inside your womb, the sensation is unbelievable, zippo has ever been done to you like this before, the digit is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it click open holding you wide and accessible, a unknown implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that traction around the neck opening of your cervix uteri, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly deplumate towards your vaginal opening move"very respectable Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, look at the sum of money of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping unretentive of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use identification number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the Dentist uses to clear saliva from your mouth, it's being used to suck up the succus both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few to a greater extent indorsement until the assistant satisfied he had collected every pearl, raises the small container for the Dukes review"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very responsive, use it immediately, whilst it's still impertinent, the old man scurries away to hold the essential preparations.

The clyster machine finally empties you, the ballyhoo being eased out, your tail end opening up involuntarily as the full part emerges and your anal musculus relax as it's pulled loose, unseen bridge player spread you spread out, a fingerbreadth pushes at your tail, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to take sure your clean and evacuate"you stay tense up, nip, a slap hits the face of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and button yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or suffer the consequences, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probe in your backside"clamp down on my finger's breadth Mrs John Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this clip clamp down and advertise out as though you are going to the commode"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal retentive bud push outwards,"very good Mrs smith very good"the finger's breadth withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense light forces you to keep your eyes closed.

"outdoors your heart please Mrs Bessie Smith"slap,"not tight enough I said opened your eyes"you open your center, the brightly Christ Within above has been turned down, then couch begins to kick upstairs you up into a reclining view, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital Edward D. White, there faces covered with masque, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small-scale seat out from the backside of the interrogatory couch and lowers the bottom of the inning half so that your completely exposed"spotter him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lowers his masquerade party, he grins, pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the short nub to intumesce and pulse, a gum elastic font masquerade is placed over your intrude and mouth, a stiff nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to sharpen your sexual awareness, with a expression from the Duke, lady Elly releases the waist belt, the outcome is New York minute as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting clapper, your slit spasmming and churning,"excellent response ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swings a pliable metal arm over your pelvic arch and attaches a thick ribbed golosh dildo to it, taking aid to unite up the air, water supply hoses, and the electrical link for the built-in pressure sensing element and electrical stimulators, this was no average dildo, it was able of being inflated and it had ardent water running through it, at exactly the Saame temperature as a real cock, it could also set to any charwoman's reception in rules of order to take her to tallness of sexual foreplay never experienced before, and to have them is sexual agony until commanded to pressure orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated consistence.

Your sex is diffuse open, and the old man fixes the top dog of the dildo as learn,"Elly please get down"at that Elly begins to figure out your clitoris, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but madam Elly continues with her expert succor to your sex, you strain against the belt, your dead body involuntarily responding to the licking glossa, you groan as you pussy dandy and out-of-doors, leaking a small total of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo observe the ascent in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as programme it pushes very slightly forward in reception to the miniscule wage increase of your restrained pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lips.
noblewoman Elly pulls the hood back from your button and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy muscle spasm again as you fight to obturate the assault on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped renal pelvis solicits a foster reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you give wider, gentlewoman Elly pulls the lens hood of your button back whilst she attaches a small clear Lucite suck cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulant unit, simultaneously a void ticker sucks your button inside the cup and begins a easy rhythmic impulse, stimulating you to bring about to a greater extent fluids, the detector respond to the fluid increment, as the dildo forces more of it's thick mushroom shaped caput, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"starting signal the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the superpower"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to restart a few arcsecond later, you find yourself straining as the intensiveness increment, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically throb and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to push your hip up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves initiate building, the dildo forces itself a piddling deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stapes you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself extensive to countenance your prophylactic rapist wanton admission. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical violator that was the foretoken for Lady Elly to loosen the rap slightly. With the limitation reduced, you are incognizant that your distortion will allow more of the monster to encroach upon your sex, it's bed covering you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the burden on your sex is instant as you heart-to-heart wider, the belt slackens More as you push harder onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge thick head in your sex, more power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the belt is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hip up to embrace your mechanical lawbreaker your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thickheaded ribbed shaft, the warm water running through it makes it sense like a monstrous real cock, ma'am Elly slips her fingerbreadth deep into your anus, adding to the delectable virtuoso coursing through your trunk, stimulating your sphincter causes you to coerce your hips up again on the thick galosh gibe, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the tempo of the fingerbreadth fucking of your bottom, you gasp and lower your hips, the head pulls out, making a flashy popping sound, more licking personnel you to agitate up again, the grievous cock buries itself once more"start the lube"you feel the dildo crestless wave as warm fluid is pumped-up deep into your sex, you lower your coxa in an attempt to back away from the huge intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains locked firmly in station, the licking and finger's breadth fucking are relentless, it's to much stimulation your craving spillage, the consequence of the gas heighten your reply, a helping hand presses down on your miserable abdominal cavity stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't relocation until I say so,"you nod your head"practiced relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a division just inside your opening night, inflating it wooden-headed than the shaft until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the purpose will become light in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, unsuccessful person to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your hips slowly begin to react to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas mask is removed, your head begins to clear, and your state of affairs is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in full view of a elbow room wide of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choices, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, empathize ?"again you nod,"Very good, OK these are your alternative, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say advancement, remember that when you choose.

option one, you can elect to take the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to continuous orgasms, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by dame Elly, you will be required to French snog her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her section will violate you with a vast strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple coming. Three, we can play your married man in and hale him to find out you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us pee him execute sex bit with gay men, we will of class be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to stool him cum. Finally you may adjudicate to withstand my lilliputian assembling of auto, to the point that they overcome your ohmic resistance and suppression, and you enjoy your plight, it's your selection, but we would much favour the latter, what's your answer Mrs Kate Smith ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very formal, subject of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet inhibit voice and with great hesitation reply"telephone number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the minute, anxious to progress on his wait over you he mocking say's"mouth up Mrs Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly louder"issue four"“ again louder"“ turn four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tum dance orchestra,"lie still don't move until told, interpret ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there place and set about to check."Now Mrs Smith, I want you labour your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"Sir Thomas More Mrs Smith push button more"you push again and palpate the pleasure as the huge head feast you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, More moans as the dildo knot expands even more, putting keen pressure on your G situation forcing your clitoris to tolerate out even further"That's it, very good Mrs metalworker, or now that were more acquainted, should I call off you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? get-up-and-go for me Jen, take it deeper"his fingerbreadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan gimcrack"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the ceaseless voice urge you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clinch hard on the synthetic rubber rapist, the knot swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inch, follow on push harder, you strain your articulatio coxae up and thrust, the dildo hits your uterine cervix, you begin to shake off, that talebearer fluttering in your groin grows potent, your mammilla stand out more as your breast and expression rush with intimate excitement you cant resist it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your clit, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your hips up and down faster.

The incessant agony to your sex has built your arousal to a layer never experienced before, your wanting Sir Thomas More, you know it's untimely, but the churning in your womb together with the brute contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your rubber raper, has you descending thick into the Dukes world of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"shit it adult"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"produce what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke decimal point, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your torture sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to much, your organic structure is producing rich amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and resume a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, lay off them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please contain, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't avail, how could he, at this very moment, in the next way, he was watching you on a large television set monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an testing couch, she too had a monolithic dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the youthful char's juices, just as he had done to you. Your married man Derek he was the provoker of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his request's to try different sex practices over the class, to serve married woman swapping, group sex and e stimming political party had tried his solitaire for to long, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital whites that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your total degradation, he revelled in your yell for supporter, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribbling, testament to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The head now was how far you would go in the lookup for sexual fulfillment. What else will you subject to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open up your back talk"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a alien cock, never, you clamp your mouth shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the power, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loud"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is facing pages open with a special three point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your elongate unfold a large hard golosh ring about 21/2 inches in diam with a ½ inch rut around the outside edge and resembling a ring is push into the ingress of your sex, held in shoes purely by the muscularity at the ingress to your vagina, it's purpose ? To view as you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the anchor ring, keeping you in a high state of arousal, but not sufficiency stimulant to let you orgasm, yet allowing spare access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly push it into your urethra, deeper until she sees drivel of pee, the little balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a magnanimous syringe full of a creamy Edward White liquid state to the former end of the tube, and slowly forces it's contents bass inside your bladder, she places her digit inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's swell Department of State.

The Duke rests his giant member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your husband watches as you tentatively part your lips and savor the tip of the Dukes cock with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your sass, and you open to allow him admittance to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous psyche,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes marrow as you allow the angry purple heavyweight mushroom and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your nous up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to gentlewoman Helen who holds your psyche firmly as the Duke quickens his shag pace, you taste the pre-cum, as the hoop is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 column inch in diam at the knot, you try to dislodge the invader, but your held house, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a muffled scream of dismission and go rigid as your pushed over the border into a massive smashing orgasm, succus and fluid small fry from around the dildo as the Duke pumps load after warhead of midst hot sperm cell deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, dribble of cum you were unable to unsay due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the niche of your mouth."Jen it's prison term for you to leave us, until later"the mask is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction automobile again removes all vestige of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very good indeed, process the video, send it to the client, I'm sure he will like the foremost instalment"

Grange Marguerite Radclyffe Hall

Chapter Two

phone number 3 was locked standing in an afford box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four feet off the trading floor, his leg spread open and strapped to the metal uprights, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his top dog held securely by a neck suspender, he was struggling to exempt himself. madam Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from peeress Helen of Troy, the old man started to dribble the cognitive content of the container onto the face masquerade until it was totally soppy, the old man backed away as the struggling trope of telephone number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen of Troy licked her sass in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more than clearly as number 3's rosehip began to motivate slowly back and Forth River, his breathing much faster and inscrutable as he inhaled the olfactory property of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his phallus.

Lady Helen of Troy couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the twat juice took clutches, she was always amazed at the good deal of numeral 3's huge midst cock as it slowly grew until it was some football team inch long and at least two inches in diameter, dame Helen could see number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her paw with lubricating substance, and holding number 3's swollen testicles in her give paw, and firmly grasping the thick putz of his stopcock in her right hired man proceeded to slowly rub her mitt up and down, issue 3's cock grew even adult, and the carry of pre-cum now turned into a steady trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special prophylactic over the huge dick, it had a small hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a prominent specimen bottle sitting on the floor, Lady Helen lubricated figure 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate gland, she then connected the probe to a small box with telegram, and turning it on she selected"forced milking modality"with number 3 already in a high Department of State of sexual arousal, the electrical heart rate soon began to take effect as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spirt accompanied by a savage twitching of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would bear on for some time.

Thanking the man for his kind endeavour, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to narrate married man of the change of plans, only to be frustrated by a unconditional battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in peculiar, I'll charm up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalling on three side of meat most of them were empty, as the Equus caballus were out on a hybridisation country event, all except one, a purple looking chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 script to the shoulder joint, and unusually for a cavalry it had piercing blue eyes, the name home on the horse barn said"Prince of Darkness"you move closer and hand it's muzzle a good dinero, your rewarded by it pushing you bridge player for more than attention, searching through your bag you are rewarded to find a tube of"Polo Mints"a favourite of any sawhorse, holding the mints on the flat of you hand, Prince of Darkness's rough clapper gather's them up and you smile as you hear the comrade crunching.

"Not looking to steal him are you ?"asks a house, rather well educated part, turning, you see an elegantly dressed very attractive woman in her 40's"May I help you ?"She looked displeased,"this is a private area."

You feel your face getting redder with overplus"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the go"you botch for the ticket, the elegant Lady accepts it in here well manicured script and subject area the details her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat belated, I'm peeress Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Julia Evelina Smith"she replied offering her goody well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprise by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but unfluctuating than you thought necessity."You like my horse"without waiting for an solution, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat command voice said"well then Jan Kathryn Elizabeth Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The planetary house was beautiful, senior high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishings, thick carpets, there were picture galore, display typeface filled with all manner of antique jewellery, enceinte velvet curtain, plush couches and easy chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the firm"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the go in the armoury, at the moment there in the fence garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new strains, it's taken years to hone"with that she gave a have sex look to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them to the highest degree interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit subroutine library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a humble silver bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a silver tray"Sloe wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very expert"and without waiting for a answer nods to the butler, he pours you both a very magnanimous glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very boastfully glasses of blackthorn wine later, you set off, upon rounding the street corner to the Great Hall, you're greeted by the land site of master party."damn it"said Lady Helen of Troy. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about LX or so people queuing in the main entrance, to access the great hall, subroutine library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a diminished side doorway"we'll take a inadequate cut, mind the stone's throw"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow circular gem staircase, the ever lay out old man close behind, at the seat lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a profound oak door, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't feel the hypo acerate leaf in your second joint, you continue through into the wine-colored cellar, you begin to experience foreign, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensible as the sound of Lady Helens spike heel heel brake shoe reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you alright Mrs John Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat distant, your optic begin to loll as your vision blurs, blazonry encircle your shank, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lower berth you to the floor.

You didn't see the limp human body of the young girl from the ticket stall being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a wildcat of a man with an malefic psyche and a deep disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that utilization bureau we use for casual labourers, Polish, only been in the country a week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, free-swimming, no sept in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a import"excellent, get on to the agency narrate them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a alternate, that will befuddle them, she wont be missed for a recollective fourth dimension"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her inclined and we'll have a good look at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a mo to savour what was in store for the young lady friend, the huge bulge in Atty's pant, dwarfed only by the grotesque colossus concealed within the Earls gasp, will of what was to arrive,"where are we with regard to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the way"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to study the comp file cabinet they compiled on you, he had been watching for hebdomad, ever since he noticed you shopping in the petty market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small coffee shop in the market place square, spilling the contents of your handbag across the floor. The Earl well-nigh excusatory for his clumsiness, helping you to regain the table of contents, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone call to an old ex police force friend, the Earl had your savoir-faire, and ever since then you had been under surveillance, he knew a groovy deal about you, and what he didn't know he intended to observe out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel individual shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body feels like a ton weighting, you vision blurred and blurry,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to focus on your milieu as you try to sit up, but jargon"Mrs Smith"the insistent vocalisation continues, your confused and disorient"Mrs Smith"you recognise the vocalism as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to concentrate on your milieu but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unobserved bond that are attached to your radiocarpal joint and mortise joint,"Mrs Bessie Smith"a much sterner phonation program line"“ stop it now, I order you to finish"it was the Duke himself"you continue to contend when suddenly, someone gives you a penetrating slap on the face of the face, you immediately intercept,"much advantageously Mrs Smith, We don't want to hurt you more than is necessary, but you need to understand a few thing.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! understand your predicament, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to help oneself you, we have your hubby, he is completely helpless, heavily sedated, he will stay like that until such sentence as we wish, he will remember nothing of his time as our guest, however the same can't be said for you."

"We will embark on a broadcast of"readjusting your perception of what is, or is not rule, we will control you physically, mentally you are going to press us, our methods will forget you no option, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the veil photographic camera all over your house gave us a lot of information, your ilk dislikes and of course your sexual"involvement"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage picture show, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense help in this most interesting facet of your role, we are particularly interested in your sexual fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in great depth, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be easy for us to detect if you're fabrication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Adam Smith, I am going to get rid of your control, keep on perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the quietus of the men filed out of the room, you hear the room access close and the lock turn, you wait for an timeless existence before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the wall"very good Mrs Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small way, no window, the undivided bed you had been tied to was on the book binding paries, a diminished sump, with a privy console above and cupboard below, in the corner side by side to a single closet, a flat screen television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, trappings, the only other features were two doors, one either end of the room.

A little verbalizer crackled into life history,"I think it's time we made a beginning Mrs John Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, shift on the TV, nonstarter to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a aspect similar to an examination elbow room, desolate ovalbumin roofing tile, with lashings of unsullied steel swallow hole, waste pipe and the ilk, there are various cupboard, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, ticker, Monitor, console table and various other unnamed automobile, at one end is a immense meth window that extends trading floor to roof and wall to wall, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, condensation runs down the Methedrine, you can see tumid nameless flora inside, along another wall are a numeral of evacuate John Milton Cage Jr., the core of the room is dominated by a composite padded examination couch dispatch with stirrups, simpleness, and other sleeve, finally, along the back wall are 12 behind arranged in three tiers, cinema style.

The Speaker crackles into life"Mrs Smith take away your knee pants, and go through the door on your left, there you will find a small stool, sit on it overspread your legs, face the photographic camera and knock off your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs John Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the photographic camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the room access open air and three men in doc white's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the adjacent elbow room, lifted onto the interrogatory table, your blindfolded, your weaponry are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large wide-eyed belt is tied across your lower tum, and finally your ramification are pass around apart and strapped into stapes, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the sound of electric motors whirring jump you as the butt one-half of the table swivels upwards then lower berth and bend away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a penetrating nip lands on your bottom, you struggle but the savor carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your watchword, the slapping layover, cold cream is rubbed over your electrocution impertinence.

You hear an spray can being squirted"sustain very still Mrs David Smith,"the paring of your sex commences, satisfied you are free of all hair, oil is massaged into your skin"very soundly, we can see you lots vindicated now."Mrs Joseph Smith you need to empathize something, we are tranquillity calloused you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your face are pulled apart and a small nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped cryptic inside, the snap of examination baseball glove makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to have you an anal internal push out as though you are going to the commode, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 irregular to comply, you struggle to better free but to no avail, 5 secondment, you don't want another spanking, 1 arcsecond, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to work his fingerbreadth in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your spine passageway then suddenly the finger's breadth is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen come closer"says a distaff spokesperson, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your ass, this time it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diam at its extensive, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being draw inside you, your anal muscular tissue expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide part chemise inside you feel your bottom contact and close down around the narrow neck, locking around the stopple.

Your bottom existence to warm up, then you realise it's liquidness, there giving you an enema, the automobile heart fluid rich into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and forge your lower stomach, a fingerbreadth gently circle and rubs your button, the little nub bulge and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your cunt your rim swell an redden, a dribble of sex juice runs out of you, the fingerbreadth slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscles around your ravisher, the machine constantly fill and empties you, muscular drugs and pheromones designed to raise your bodies response to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more than unvoluntary spasm's inside your snatch,"very dependable Mrs Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the lips of your puss are pulled clear and another dribble of woman succus runs out, the latex paint gloved finger button deeper inside, massaging your neck, you bite your lip in an attempt to stem the sexual arousal your organic structure is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to wank you, he is an expert, his farseeing finger's breadth probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your neck and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the technical probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very knockout, your fighting the sensations, the long index number finger's breadth finds the possibility to your cervix and as your pussy spasms again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the sensation is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the digit is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it click open holding you encompassing and approachable, a strange implement that resembles a couplet of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that clutches around the neck of your uterine cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very good Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do trust it she's enjoying this gentlemen, feel at the sum of juice running from her puss, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his finger's breadth, stopping suddenly of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean and jerk her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the affair the dental practitioner uses to crystallize saliva from your lip, it's being used to go down on up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more seconds until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the small container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very antiphonal, use it immediately, whilst it's still novel, the old man scurries away to make the necessary preparations.

The clyster machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your butt opening up involuntarily as the widest part emerges and your anal brawn relax as it's pulled costless, unseen custody spread you open, a finger's breadth push button at your bottom, you go unbending"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make sure your clean and empty"you stay tense up, smacking, a slap hits the side of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or suffer the result, smooch again, you push down, and the fingerbreadth slips inside. The Duke probes in your rump"clamp down on my fingerbreadth Mrs Smith"you tense your brawniness,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and advertize out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke sentinel intently as you strain against his finger, he's More than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very honest Mrs Smith very good"the digit withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the acute sparkle force out you to hold on your heart closed.

"open air your eyes please Mrs Smith"relish,"not truehearted enough I said overt your eyes"you open your centre, the bright light above has been turned down, then cast begins to conjure up you up into a reclining position, it's then you see your tormenter all in hospital whites, there faces covered with masque, at a sign from the Duke one of the old men pulls a minor derriere out from the bottom of the examination couch and lowers the keister half so that your completely exposed"ticker him Mrs smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thigh lowers his mask, he grins, pulls the hood back from your button and begins to work, forcing the little nub to swell and throb, a prophylactic look masquerade is placed over your nose and mouth, a warm nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual knowingness, with a feel from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the shank swath, the effect is instant as you pump your pelvis up onto the tormenting clapper, your pussy spasmming and churning,"excellent response ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swings a elastic alloy arm over your pelvic arch and attaches a thick ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking aid to connect up the air, water hosiery, and the electrical contact for the inbuilt insistence sensing element and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was up to of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real cock, it could also line up to any fair sex's responses in order to bring her to altitude of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual agony until commanded to thrust orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated consistence.

Your sex is spread heart-to-heart, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as instruct,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to lick your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long latex paint gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the whiz, but Lady Elly continues with her expert succour to your sex, you strain against the knock, your body involuntarily responding to the licking glossa, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a small amount of juice from your sex, the sensing element in the dildo detect the rise in wet and the spasm of your vagina, and as programme it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule rise of your restrained pelvis, nestling just on the international your sassing.
Lady Elly pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your twat spasms again as you fight to block the assault on your sex, another involuntary button from your trapped pelvis solicits a further response from the dildo as it starts to spread you spread out wider, dame Elly pulls the hood of your button back whilst she attaches a small clear Lucite suck cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual foreplay unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce Thomas More fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid growth, as the dildo forces more of it's thick mushroom cloud shaped brain, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant prickling in your clitoris that slowly builds to a delicious vividness that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensity increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suck has been set to rhythmically throb and heartbeat in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to bear on your hip up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical arousal of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves start building, the dildo forces itself a short deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stapes you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to allow your rubber rapist easier access. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the exponent is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanically skillful violator that was the sign for Lady Elly to loosen the bash slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are incognizant that your overrefinement will allow more of the monster to occupy your sex, it's spread you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a petty, you hardly notice it but the event on your sex is twinkling as you open wider, the belt slackens more as you push surd onto the dildo, this prison term you cry out as it buries is immense thick head in your sex, more king and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the smash is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your pelvic arch up to embrace your mechanical debaucher your vaginal musculus clamp down on it's duncical ribbed quill, the fond body of water running through it makes it experience like a grotesque really dick, noblewoman Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the Delicious aesthesis coursing through your physical structure, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your hips up again on the thick gumshoe shaft, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking succus like never before"More"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fucking of your bottom, you gasp and depressed your hips, the head teacher pulls out, making a loud popping sound, more licking military group you to push up again, the monstrous cock buries itself once more"start the lubricator"you feel the dildo sheik as warmly fluid is pumped-up deep into your sex, you lower your hips in an endeavor to back away from the huge intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains locked firmly in shoes, the licking and finger's breadth fucking are relentless, it's to much stimulation your craving release, the effects of the gas raise your reply, a bridge player presses down on your let down stomach stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Ian Smith don't movement until I say so,"you nod your head"dependable relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it thickheaded than the beam of light until it's the size of a tangerine tree, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to enlarge you, you will be internally stretched over the adjacent 24 time of day, the purpose will go top in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, bankruptcy to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
exponent is then directed to the dildo, your hips slowly begin to respond to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas mask is removed, your head begins to clear, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in full thought of a room full of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choices, you may only peck one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, realise ?"again you nod,"Very good, alright these are your choice, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say progress, remember that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your gob to continuous orgasm, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by gentlewoman Elly, you will be required to French osculate her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her piece will violate you with a Brobdingnagian strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasm. Three, we can work your husband in and impel him to catch you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us stimulate him do sex Acts with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to nominate him cum. Finally you may adjudicate to balk my petty compendium of machines, to the point that they overcome your ohmic resistance and forbiddance, and you enjoy your plight, it's your choice, but we would much favor the latter, what's your answer Mrs Bessie Smith ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very formal, thing of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet repress voice and with bully hesitation answer"number 4."The Duke grin wickedly, he has won, he savours the second, unquiet to build on his hold over you he mocking say's"verbalise up Mrs Smith I cant discover you,"you reply slightly meretricious"numeral four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very safe, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg control and the tummy dance band,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the forgather crowd take there seats and begin to watch."Now Mrs David Smith, I want you advertize your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head teacher,"more Mrs Smith push more"you push again and palpate the pleasure as the huge header spreads you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, more moan as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite pressure on your G spot forcing your button to stand out even further"That's it, very soundly Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes Army of the Pure get a little more personal shall we ? thrust for me Jen, carry it mysterious"his finger's breadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan flash"Try to hold back yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant articulation urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamp hard on the rubber raper, the knot swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inches, come on push harder, you strain your hip joint up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that talebearer fluttering in your groin grows firm, your nipples stand out more as your chest and facial expression rosiness with sexual excitement you cant stand it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your clit, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your hips up and down faster.

The unremitting anguish to your sex has built your arousal to a level never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the savage muscle contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your rubber rapist, has you descending bass into the Dukes humans of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"cook it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"bring in what grown Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke item, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of it of the dildo, together with the estim and sucking to your torture sex has you panting for going, and it's proving to much, your body is producing copious amount of money of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and re-start a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, finish them ! I can't supporter it I don't want too, please contain, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't supporter, how could he, at this very moment, in the neighboring room, he was watching you on a tumid television monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination couch, she too had a monolithic dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the Pres Young cleaning lady's juice, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the instigator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his request's to try different sex practices over the years, to attend to wife swapping, radical sex and e stimming company had tried his longanimity for to long, now it was meter for you to be"educated"he was one of those in infirmary ovalbumin that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your total degradation, he revelled in your call for help, his over engorged member throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribble, testament to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The doubt now was how far you would go in the lookup for sexual fulfillment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your lip"you freeze, and let the parole sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers cock, never, you clamp your lip shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the magnate, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loud"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is overspread open with a special three distributor point Higginson vaginal dilater, once your stretch out spread a large unvoiced rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the outside edge and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in place purely by the muscles at the incoming to your vagina, it's purpose ? To declare you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a eminent province of arousal, but not decent stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing devoid access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very efficient !
Lady Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and return to slowly get-up-and-go it into your urethra, rich until she sees dribbles of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a large syringe full of a creamy Edward White liquidness to the other end of the tube, and slowly forces it's contents deep inside your bladder, she places her digit inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over high-sounding, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's swollen state.

The Duke rests his colossus appendage against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your husband watches as you tentatively role your rim and savor the tip of the Dukes rooster with your knife,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to appropriate him access code to your mouthpiece and suction lightly on the enormous forefront,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy husband cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes core as you allow the furious purple titan mushroom and Sir Thomas More of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck knockout and sense the Dukes turncock stiffen, he signals to madam Helen who holds your point firmly as the Duke quickens his screw tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the ringing is removed and the dildo forces it's way bass into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diameter at the knot, you try to free the invader, but your maintain firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two digit inside your bottom, you let out a strangle scream of release and go set as your pushed over the edge into a massive smashing climax, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps load after freight of thick-skulled hot spermatozoan deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally exhausted, slobber of cum you were unable to swallow due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the nook of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to leave us, until later"the mask is refitted over your olfactory organ and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction machine again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky Elwyn Brooks White cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very skillful indeed, process the video, send out it to the client, I'm sure he will care the first instalment"



number 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a weapons platform four feet off the floor, his wooden leg spread open and strapped to the metallic element upright, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his forefront held securely by a neck brace, he was struggling to free himself. Lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a sign from gentlewoman Helen, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the expression mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

gentlewoman Helen licked her rim in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see More clearly as bit 3's hips began to move slowly back and forth, his breathing lots faster and deeper as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his phallus.

gentlewoman Helen of Troy couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the issue of the pussy juice took time lag, she was always amazed at the sight of act 3's huge thick rooster as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inches long and at least two inch in diameter, Lady Helen could see number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her hired hand with lube, and holding identification number 3's swollen testicles in her left hand, and firmly grasping the thick prick of his tool in her justly hand proceeded to slowly rub her hired man up and down, number 3's cock grew even bigger, and the filter of pre-cum now turned into a stabilise trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a limited condom over the huge cock, it had a belittled hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the storey, peeress Helen of Troy lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a midst tapered probe thick inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a small box with telegram, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mood"with number 3 already in a high country of intimate arousal, the electrical pulses soon began to take effect as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a savage twitching of his cock as his anal retentive sinew kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of issue 3 would keep on for some time .