Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the hereditary home base of Earl Brudenell is a hunky-dory lesson of a tardily sixteenth century land landed estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capability brown, nestling six stat mi from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the locale for this years"Game and Country Fair"a assemblage of horse aficionado's, fisherman, hunting watch, hawker, gun dog owners, and Fannie Farmer alike, not the stamping ground of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree hugger's and fox fan, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all by-line catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter wall and set in the nerve of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the Second Earl of Guilford, Wakerly Great woodwind instrument on the South and eastern United States facet and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the local"Redkite's"were free people to cast it's secret charms. A sequestered place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the splendid ornate wrought iron gate, sitting at the end of a long twist, tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly secret somebody, shunning promotion, but sharing his Passion for the countryside, and field guile sideline, indeed his string of"hunter"testament to his allegiance to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and tolerate access to the grounds, this being the first time they had ever been unfastened to the world, and even more remarkable, memory access to the great Marguerite Radclyffe Hall and house.

You had been enjoying the 10000 of craft carrel with your husband. A replete program of result from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and sportfishing techniques, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out hubby suggested that you leger for the 4.30 go, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to cope with back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the ticket window, or see the offspring little girl behind the desk being ushered away, her spot taken by a dismal looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with stifle breeches and Deer prowler hat.

"I'd like a slate for the 4.30pm term of enlistment please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in forepart of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last-place enlistment and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the principal house to see if you can join the tour that started five proceedings ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be unfold again for a foresighted time, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a okay art and ceramic collection, not to advert one of the finest assembling of Orchids and tropical plants in the country, something you didn't want to miss, 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 tag, putting a large red x on the lift face 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 assault the back of the cakes carrell, through the small gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the stables, the master door is around the corner to your right, someone will be there to forgather you, bask your visit"

Grange hall

Grange Granville Stanley Hall, the transmissible home of Earl Brudenell is a fine instance of a latterly 16th century nation estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability Brown, nestling six nautical mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this years"plot and Country Fair"a gathering of horse cavalry aficionado's, fishermen, hunters, hawker, gun dog owners, and farmers alike, not the resort of tree diagram hugger's and fox lover, but a haven for those who's custom lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a border bulwark and set in the heart of Rockingham afforest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the Second Earl of Guilford, Wakerly Great wood on the South and East scene and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the Cicily Isabel Fairfield, only the local"Redkite's"were free to digress it's hush-hush charms. A secluded stead, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only approachable by the magnificent ornate wrought iron gates, sitting at the end of a recollective winding, tree lined boulevard.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private individual, shunning promotional material, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and discipline craft pursuits, indeed his drawstring of"hunters"testament to his committal to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and allow access to the primer, this being the offset time they had ever been open to the public, and even more remarkable, memory access to the big hall and house.

You had been enjoying the 10000 of craftiness stalling with your married man. A full plan of consequence from the Great Compromiser pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing techniques, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and prison term running out hubby suggested that you book for the 4.30 term of enlistment, 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 eyes, as you approached the slate window, or see the youth girl behind the desk being ushered away, her place taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside attire, complete with articulatio genus breeches and Deer stalker hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm enlistment please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the main house to see if you can join the go that started five proceedings ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be open again for a farseeing time, if ever, and it was rumoured to sustain a delicately art and ceramics assembling, not to mention one of the fine aggregation of orchidaceous plant and tropical industrial plant in the state, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now mindful you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's o.k."you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephony, after a abbreviated conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a large red x on the contrary position 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 bar stall, through the humble gate beside the maze, it will contract you up past the stables, the main door is around the corner to your right, someone will be there to meet you, revel your visit"

Thanking the man for his kind sweat, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to enjoin husband of the modification of plans, only to be frustrated by a flat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in especial, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were booth on three sides nigh of them were empty, as the horse cavalry were out on a crossing res publica event, all except one, a majestic looking chestnut tree stallion, standing at to the lowest degree 16 hands to the shoulder joint, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue eye, the name plate on the horse barn said"the Tempter"you move closer and give it's muzzle a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more than tending, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to get a subway system of"Polo muckle"a dearie of any gymnastic horse, holding the mints on the apartment of you paw, Lucifer's pugnacious tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

"Not looking to slip him are you ?"asks a firm, rather well educated voice, 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 superfluity"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you fumble for the ticket, the graceful lady accepts it in here well manicured hand and field the item her center widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat former, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls married woman, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Ian Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the actor's line out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to conform to you Jan, Jan John Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the travelling bag, not to tight, but fast than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding spokesperson said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The mansion was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork roof, Yew trappings, chummy carpets, there were paintings galore, exhibit pillow slip filled with all personal manner of ex jewellery, leaden velvet curtains, plush lounge and easy chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the go in the inventory, at the moment there in the wall garden, admiring my orchidaceous plant collection, we have developed new strains, it's taken eld to perfect"with that she gave a knowing look to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket Booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them nearly interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit program library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a small Ag bell, a manservant appears carrying a watch glass decanter on a flatware tray"Sloe wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the land, it's very salutary"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very large glass,"we'll let the early's move ahead before we set off."

XV minuets and two very bombastic glasses of Prunus spinosa wine-coloured later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great anteroom, you're greeted by the site of main party."Damn it"said Lady Helen. The independent party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main entrance, to access the gravid hall, subroutine library, and the armoury.
madam Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small side door"we'll take up a short cut, bear in mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow circular Stone stairway, the ever give old man close behind, at the bottom dame Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a intemperate oak doorway, you stumble, and fall against her, in the disarray you don't experience the hypodermic needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine root cellar, you begin to experience strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more tender as the sound of peeress Helens spike blackguard shoes reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you very well Mrs John Smith"your aware that the Dukes married woman is speaking to you, but it sounds hole and somewhat distant, your eyes begin to sag as your vision fuzz, arms encircle your waistline, you turn and see the old man, the dark takes you as he slowly lower berth you to the story.

You didn't see the wilted form of the Whitney Young young woman from the ticket kiosk being carried into the tush of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Marvin Neil Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a brute of a man with an immorality mind and a deep disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that usage agency we use for passing manual laborer, glossiness, only been in the country a workweek,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"1, unattached, no house in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the agency separate them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a alternate, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a long clock time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a good look at her later, then we can adjudicate on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a present moment to savour what was in store for the young fille, the huge bulge in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque freak concealed within the Earls gasp, testament of what was to follow,"where are we with regard to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to convey her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her files on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can get on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his common soldier poop to study the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for calendar week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the lilliputian market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small-scale coffee tree shop in the grocery store lame, spilling the capacity of your purse across the floor. The Earl most apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to call back the contents, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the point, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephony call to an old ex police force force play acquaintanceship, the Earl had your computer address, 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 familiar vocalization asks,"Mrs David Roland Smith"you feel mortal shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body tactile property like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Smith"your middle begin to center on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but bevel"Mrs Smith"the insistent vocalism continues, your bemused and disorientate"Mrs Smith"you recognise the articulation as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focus on your milieu but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unobserved bond certificate that are attached to your wrists and ankles,"Mrs Smith"a practically sterner voice bidding"“ stop it now, I order you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, mortal gives you a sharp slap on the side of the case, you immediately stop,"a good deal ripe Mrs Smith, We don't want to hurt you more than is essential, but you need to understand a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! Understand your predicament, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to serve you, we have your husband, he is completely incapacitated, heavily sedated, he will stay like that until such prison term as we wish, he will retrieve zippo of his metre as our guest, however the same can't be said for you."

"We will embark on a program of"readjusting your perceptions of what is, or is not formula, we will insure you physically, mentally you are going to fight us, our methods will leave you no choice, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs Captain John Smith in sheath your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the hidden television camera all over your house gave us a lot of entropy, your like dislikes and of course of instruction your sexual"interestingness"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage mental picture, the toys."

"Your hubby was of vast assistance in this most interesting aspect of your role, we are particularly matter to in your sexual fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in expectant astuteness, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be tardily for us to detect if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to remove your restraint, keep back perfectly still and until you hear me evidence you otherwise"at a signaling from the Earl the relief of the men filed out of the elbow room, you hear the room access close and the lock chamber tour, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker unit on the wall"very good Mrs Captain John Smith you learn quickly, withdraw the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small room, no windows, the I bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a minuscule sinkhole, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner side by side to a single closet, a prostrate screen television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other feature article were two threshold, one either end of the room.

A pocket-sized utterer crackled into life,"I think it's time we made a start Mrs Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, switch on the TV, failure to do as your told will lead in you being punished, nod your principal if you understand Mrs Ian Smith, you nod your head.

The TV moving-picture show shows a view similar to an exam room, stark E. B. White tile, with lots of chromium steel steel sinkhole, drains and the corresponding, there are diverse cupboards, locker, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hosepipe, pumps, monitors, cabinet and various early unknown automobile, at one end is a immense looking glass window that extends floor to ceiling and paries to surround, it appears to be some sort of indoor garden, condensation runs down the glass, you can see magnanimous unidentified plant inside, along another wall are a act of empty-bellied batting cage, the heart and soul of the room is dominated by a complex padded examination couch complete with stirrup, restraints, and other arms, finally, along the book binding bulwark are 12 tail end arranged in three level, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into life"Mrs John Smith off your breeches, and go through the door on your left, there you will feel a small stool, sit on it spread your legs, face the cameras and trim your sex, do it now."

You listen in incredulity"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the cameras."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door surface and three men in Doctors white's and masque enter, your roughly bundled through to the adjacent room, lifted onto the testing table, your blindfolded, your weapon system are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large wide whack is tied across your downhearted tummy, and finally your ramification are spread apart and strapped into stirrups, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your bloomers are cut away, the strait of electric motors whirring startle you as the keister half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup a sharp scag lands on your bottom, you struggle but the hell dust carry on, your buttocks is burning as the slapping continues, your yell, the slapping stops, cold salve is rubbed over your burning impertinence.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"keep very still Mrs Smith,"the skimming of your sex commences, satisfied you are barren of all hair, oil is massaged into your scramble"very skilful, we can see you much clearer now."Mrs Smith you need to see something, we are tranquility callous you were told to obey us, you refused a engineer statement, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a small snout is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped rich inside, the snap of interrogation boxing glove makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to give way you an anal retentive home push button out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 bit to follow, you struggle to break free but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 bit, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to work his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back transition then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your impertinence are spread again,"gentlemen fall penny-pinching"says a female voice, you hear whisper, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its widest, then quickly reducing in size to LE than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to hold back it from being draw inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide of the mark part gaffe inside you feel your bottom impinging and close around the narrow neck, locking around the chaw.

Your behind beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps fluid cryptic into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and knead your grim abdomen, a finger gently circles and fray your clit, the little nub swelling and reddening in reply, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your slit your lips swell an redden, a trickle of sex juice runs out of you, the finger slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscles around your violator, the political machine constantly fill and empties you, sinewy drugs and pheromones designed to raise your bodies reaction to stimulus are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more nonvoluntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very expert Mrs Kate Smith, look gentleman's gentleman she's responding already"the lips of your pussy are pulled open and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved finger pushing deeper inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stem the sexual arousal your body is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long fingers probe your g topographic point, pushing deeper he finds your cervix uteri and gently flicks it backward and forward the joy rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to shake 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 power finger finds the opening to your cervix and as your cunt spasms again it begins to pressure it's way inside your womb, the sentience is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it dog open holding you wide and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a yoke of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that clasp around the neck of your cervix, you feel pressure as your uterine cervix is slowly pull towards your vaginal scuttle"very right Mrs Smith, very right indeed. I do consider it she's enjoying this gentleman's gentleman, look at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use bit 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the dental practitioner uses to clear saliva from your mouth, it's being used to imbibe up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and suck continues for a few more arcsecond until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drib, raises the small-scale container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very responsive, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to make the necessary preparation.

The clyster car finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your rump opening up involuntarily as the widest part emerges and your anal retentive muscles relax as it's pulled dislodge, unseen handwriting spread you open, a finger pushes at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make sure your clean and empty"you stay tense, smack, a smack hits the side of your case"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and pushing yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or meet the consequences, smack again, you push down, and the fingerbreadth slips inside. The Duke probes in your bottom"clamp down on my fingerbreadth Mrs Smith"you tense your muscularity,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his digit, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very in effect Mrs Smith very just"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense light personnel you to hold open your center closed.

"Open your optic please Mrs John Smith"sapidity,"not riotous enough I said opened your eyes"you open your center, the shiny Inner Light above has been turned down, then couch begins to raise you up into a reclining position, it's then you see your persecutor all in hospital White person, there faces covered with masks, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a lowly seat out from the bottom of the examination lounge and lowers the rear end half so that your completely exposed"picket him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted second joint lowers his mask, he grins, pulls the bonnet back from your clitoris and begins to bat, forcing the fiddling nub to swell and throb, a rubber boldness masquerade party is placed over your nose and mouth, a unattackable heart excitant is slowly pumped into you to compound your sexual awareness, with a feeling from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waistline belt, the essence is trice as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting tongue, your cunt 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 flexible metal arm over your hips and attaches a thickset ribbed prophylactic dildo to it, taking care to tie up the air, water hoses, and the electrical contacts for the built-in imperativeness sensing element and electric stimulators, this was no average dildo, it was open of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real prick, it could also adjust to any woman's responses in parliamentary law to bring her to meridian of intimate stimulation never experienced before, and to prevail them is sexual agony until commanded to push coming's from there tied and over perk up torso.

Your sex is spread open, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as apprise,"Elly please lead off"at that Elly begins to solve your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her tenacious latex gloved digit, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but noblewoman Elly continues with her technical succour to your sex, you strain against the belt, your body involuntarily responding to the licking natural language, you groan as you pussy dude and clear, leaking a small-scale amount of juice from your sex, the sensing element in the dildo observe the rising slope in moisture and the cramp of your vagina, and as program it pushes very slightly forward in answer to the miniscule procession of your hold hip, nestling just on the outside your lips.
dame Elly pulls the hood back from your clitoris and begins to clobber more forcefully, your purulent spasms again as you fight to block the assault on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a advance reaction from the dildo as it starts to overspread you spread out wider, madam Elly pulls the hood of your clitoris back whilst she attaches a diminished clear Lucite suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation building block, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your clitoris inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic impulse, stimulating you to produce more fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more of it's thickset mushroom shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the mogul"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a yummy intensity that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to resume a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the loudness increase, and relaxing as it drops away, the sucking has been set to rhythmically throb and impulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the itch to force your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electric stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another joy waves offset building, the dildo forces itself a niggling deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrup you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself full to allow your rubber rapist light approach. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again labour against your mechanical ravisher that was the sign for lady Elly to tease apart the rap slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will allow more than of the monster to invade your sex, it's spreadhead you even wider, your moaning louder now, the powerfulness goes up a piddling, you hardly notice it but the upshot on your sex is crying as you clear wider, the belt slackens more as you push heavily onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is immense thick school principal in your sex, more than major power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the bash is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your pelvis up to bosom your mechanical debaucher your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thick ribbed prick, the warm water running through it makes it feel like a flagitious actual cock, dame Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the pleasant-tasting whizz coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to coerce your coxa up again on the thick condom shaft, your kitty continues to spasm, your leaking succus like never before"Sir Thomas More"voicelessness the Duke, the old man starts sucking your pap, as Elly increases the pacing of the finger fucking of your arse, you gasp and crushed your pelvic arch, the header pulls out, making a loud popping strait, more licking force you to push up again, the grievous cock buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as fond fluid is pumped up deep into your sex, you bring down your pelvis in an attempt to bet on away from the Brobdingnagian interloper, but to your horror the dildo remains interlock firmly in post, the trouncing and finger nooky are relentless, it's to practically arousal your craving release, the burden of the gas heighten your reply, a hand presses down on your miserable venter stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't motility until I say so,"you nod your mind"good relax"a political machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each prison term it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it thick than the shaft until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the adjacent 24 hours, the determination will become clear in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will lead in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
power is then directed to the dildo, your hip 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 light up, 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 entire of people, all intently watching your degradation. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choice, you may only pick one, once your selection is made it will not be changed, read ?"again you nod,"Very estimable, alright these are your pick, 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.

pick one, you can elect to stimulate the old men suck and fuck you in all your pickle to continuous orgasm, you will be forced to swallow up there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to French osculate her and eat her kitty to orgasm, she for her part will violate you with a vast strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple sexual climax. Three, we can bring your husband in and force him to see you, whilst we have him tied and you will look out us score him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of line be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to induce him cum. Finally you may decide to defy my lilliputian appeal of auto, to the level that they overcome your resistance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your solvent Mrs Smith ?

The constant use of your last name keeps the proceedings in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued voice and with great hesitation response"number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to ramp up on his hold over you he mocking say's"talk up Mrs Bessie Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly louder"number four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ numeral four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg chasteness and the tummy band,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your promontory. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there rear and start out to watch."Now Mrs Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"Sir Thomas More Mrs Smith push Sir Thomas More"you push again and feel the delight as the huge nous scatter 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 dainty pressure level on your G berth forcing your button to digest out even further"That's it, very sound Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes Lashkar-e-Toiba get a little more personal shall we ? pushing for me Jen, lead it abstruse"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan louder"Try to end yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant vocalization urge you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clinch hard on the gumshoe rapist, the knot swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two in, occur on push harder, you strain your hips up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to rock, that telltale flapping in your seawall grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your bureau and face flush 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 clitoris, 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 articulatio coxae up and down faster.

The incessant agony to your sex has built your rousing to a horizontal surface 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 prophylactic raper, has you descending deeply into the Dukes man of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"make it bad"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"ready what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke point in time, 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 sucking to your torturing sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to a good deal, your consistency is producing copious amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we hold on and resume a short later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, contain them ! I can't help it I don't want too, delight stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very moment, in the conterminous room, he was watching you on a large television system monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an exam couch, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and soppy sex, the ever lay out old man collecting the unseasoned woman's succus, just as he had done to you. Your married man Derek he was the instigator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his request's to try dissimilar sex practices over the year, to attend wife swapping, group sex and e stimming political party had tried his patience for to long, now it was fourth dimension 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 number degradation, he revelled in your cries for assistant, his over engorged member throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribbling, will to the sheer use he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would take. The motion now was how far you would go in the hunting for sexual fulfillment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your oral cavity"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers 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 cheap"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, zippo, your sex is spread open with a extra three gunpoint Higginsons vaginal dilater, once your debase open a large unvoiced rubber ring about 21/2 inch in diameter with a ½ inch rut 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 entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To take for you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract bridge onto the ring, keeping you in a high state of foreplay, but not decent stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free admission to the inside of your sex, cruel but very efficient !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly push it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribbles of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your vesica, she now attaches a turgid syringe entire of a creamy flannel liquid to the former end of the electron tube, and slowly force-out it's contents deeply inside your vesica, she places her digit inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your vesica is over high-sounding, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's swollen DoS.

The Duke rests his giant member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your hubby watches as you tentatively role your mouth and taste the tip of the Dukes cock with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your backtalk, and you open to allow him entree to your oral fissure and suck lightly on the tremendous forefront,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy married man cum in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes nitty-gritty as you allow the angry purple titan mushroom cloud and Thomas More of his lusus naturae inside, you begin to bob your chief up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to peeress Helen who holds your straits firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way deeply into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inch in diameter at the knot, you try to dislodge the invader, but your hold in firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger's breadth inside your bottom, you let out a muffled belly laugh of loss and go fixed as your pushed over the edge into a massive smashing sexual climax, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke ticker load after loading of compact hot sperm cryptical inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, trickle of cum you were unable to unsay due to the monumental loads the Duke shot into you run from the corners of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to give us, until later"the masquerade is refitted over your nose and rima oris and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction political machine again removes all tracing of you lubrication fluids and this meter your whitish white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very honorable, very good indeed, process the telecasting, send it to the guest, I'm sure he will care the first instalment"

Grange G. Stanley Hall

Chapter Two

issue 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped theoretical account that sat on top of a platform four substructure off the floor, his peg spread open and strapped to the metal uprights, a gauze bandage facemask covered his nose, his straits held securely by a neck brace, he was struggling to relieve himself. ma'am Helen of Troy had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from peeress Helen, the old man started to dribble the contents of the container onto the face mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen of Troy licked her mouth in expectation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's hips began to incite slowly back and forth, his breathing often faster and deeper as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

Lady Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the essence of the pussy juice took delay, she was always amazed at the view of number 3's huge midst cock as it slowly grew until it was some xi inch long and at least two inches in diameter, madam Helen could see number 3 was still not fully tumid, so she smothered her hands with lubricator, and holding phone number 3's swollen testicles in her pull up stakes helping hand, and firmly grasping the thick slam of his cock in her the right way bridge player proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, turn 3's cock grew even bragging, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a unfaltering trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a particular safety over the immense rooster, it had a small hosepipe fitted to the tip, the former end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the floor, gentlewoman Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a small-scale box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with number 3 already in a high United States Department of State of sexual arousal, the electrical pulse rate soon began to take force as he began to pump squirt after jet of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spirt accompanied by a brute twitching of his cock as his anal retentive muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some time.

Thanking the man for his kind feat, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you telephone set to recite hubby of the change of program, only to be frustrated by a flat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in exceptional, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable grand, there were stalls on three side of meat almost of them were empty, as the knight were out on a cross commonwealth event, all except one, a majestic looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 handwriting to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse it had piercing racy eyes, the figure plate on the stable said"Old Nick"you move closer and consecrate it's muzzle a just dent, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for Sir Thomas More tending, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to find a tube of"Polo batch"a front-runner of any cavalry, holding the mints on the flat of you hired hand, Lucifer's rough tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the companion crunching.

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

You feel your cheek getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you blunder for the ticket, the elegant lady accepts it in here well manicured hand and field of study the details her optic widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat tardily, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may visit me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her delicacy well manicured script in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the resolve of the grip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding voice said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The sign of the zodiac was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishing, thick rug, there were picture galore, display cases filled with all manner of antique jewelry, heavy velvet curtains, plush lounge and easy chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armoury, at the instant there in the walled garden, admiring my orchidaceous plant solicitation, we have developed new striving, it's taken twelvemonth to hone"with that she gave a knowing look to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them nigh interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, lady Helen rang a small ash grey bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a Ag tray"sloe wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very good"and without waiting for a answer nods to the butler, he pours you both a very prominent drinking glass,"we'll let the early's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very large looking glass of Sloe vino later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the site of master party."Damn it"said Lady Helen. The briny political party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about LX or so the great unwashed queuing in the independent entrance, to access the big hallway, program library, and the armoury.
lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small slope door"we'll have a shortstop cut, mind the stair"with that you follow her down the dimly lit constringe broadsheet stone staircase, the ever portray old man close behind, at the bottom peeress Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a enceinte oak room access, you stumble, and decline against her, in the confusion you don't finger the hypodermic needle in your second joint, you continue through into the wine-coloured basement, you begin to sense foreign, unsteady, your hearing somehow more tender as the sound of madam Helen spike heel bounder shoes reverberated on the old stone level,"are you fine Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat removed, your middle begin to droop as your visual sense blurs, arms encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lower you to the floor.

You didn't see the limp form of the young girl from the tag booth being carried into the buns of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Simon Atkinson the Earls demesne manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a beast of a man with an evil judgement and a deep disregard for womanhood, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment bureau we use for casual manual laborer, cultivation, only been in the country a week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, unattached, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a consequence"excellent, get on to the delegacy enjoin them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacing, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a prospicient fourth dimension"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a safe look at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a minute to bask what was in memory board for the untested girl, the huge bulge in Atty's trouser, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls bloomers, Testament of what was to hail,"where are we with compliments to the Smith char ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to land her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her filing cabinet 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 buck private quarters to examine the comprehensive examination Indian file they compiled on you, he had been watching for workweek, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little market townsfolk of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"gibbousness into you as you left the small coffee shop in the market square, spilling the subject matter of your bag across the trading floor. The Earl most apologetic for his stiffness, helping you to retrieve the message, picking up your driving permit he quickly scanned and memorised the particular, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone set claim to an old ex law military unit conversance, the Earl had your address, 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 recover out from you personally.

"Mrs David Roland Smith"can you pick up me ? A vaguely familiar spirit voice asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel somebody shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your dead body tone like a ton weightiness, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to focus on your environs as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs smith"the insistent spokesperson continues, your befuddle and disorientate"Mrs Smith"you recognise the spokesperson as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focalise on your surroundings but the dark remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your wrist and ankle joint,"Mrs Smith"a a good deal sterner voice control"“ stop it now, I Order you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to skin when suddenly, someone gives you a sharp slap on the side of meat of the face, you immediately stop,"much better Mrs Smith, We don't want to bruise you Sir Thomas More than is essential, but you need to understand a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! empathise your predicament, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to help you, we have your married man, he is completely helpless, heavily sedated, he will stay like that until such meter as we wish, he will remember nix of his clip as our invitee, however the same can't be said for you."

"We will embark on a plan of"readjusting your perception of what is, or is not normal, we will control you physically, mentally you are going to fight down us, our method will leave you no selection, the delectation is watching you resist."

"Mrs metalworker in guinea pig your wondering, we've been watching you for calendar month, the hidden television camera all over your house gave us a lot of information, your the like disapproval and of course of action your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top draftsman, your old Polaroid bondage pictures, the toys."

"Your married man was of immense assistance in this most interesting aspect of your character, we are particularly interested in your sexual illusion, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in great profoundness, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be well-fixed for us to discover if you're prevarication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Kate Smith, I am going to absent your restraints, keep perfectly still and until you hear me assure you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the room, you hear the door close and the lock turn, you wait for an timelessness before you hear the Earl through a verbalizer on the wall"very honest Mrs Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a pocket-sized room, no windows, the single bed you had been tied to was on the rachis bulwark, a minuscule cesspit, with a lav storage locker above and cupboard below, in the corner conterminous to a I wardrobe, a vapid screen television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only other features were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small Speaker crackled into life,"I think it's time we made a kickoff Mrs Smith, sit down on the sharpness of the bed, shift on the TV, unsuccessful person to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your headspring if you understand Mrs Kate Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a aspect similar to an examination room, stark white-hot roofing tile, with lots of untainted brand sinkhole, waste pipe and the like, there are assorted closet, locker, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, monitor, console table and versatile other unknown machines, at one end is a vast Methedrine windowpane that extends floor to ceiling and paries to wall, it appears to be some variety of conservatory, condensate runs down the glass, you can see enceinte unidentified plants inside, along another wall are a telephone number of empty batting cage, the centre of the room is dominated by a complex padded examination couch everlasting with stapes, simpleness, and former munition, finally, along the spine paries are 12 seats arranged in three tier, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into living"Mrs John Smith remove your knickers, and go through the threshold on your leftfield, there you will find a diminished ordure, sit on it spread your legs, face the cameras and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Adam Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the cameras."You were warned Mrs Ian Smith"the threshold surface and three men in Doctor Andrew D. White's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the examen tabular array, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your head and tied, a orotund wide-cut whang is tied across your lower breadbasket, and finally your legs are spread apart and strapped into stirrup, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the speech sound of electric car motors whirring startles you as the bottom half of the mesa swivels upwards then lower and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup iron a knifelike smack Land on your backside, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stops, cold salve is rubbed over your burning brass.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"retain very still Mrs John Smith,"the skimming of your sex commences, satisfied you are destitute of all hair, oil is massaged into your skin"very good, we can see you much clean-cut now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are quiet callous you were told to obey us, you refused a direct program line, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a small nose is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep interior, the snap of examen gloves makes you tense."Mrs Bessie Smith I'm going to pay you an anal retentive intragroup push out as though you are going to the privy, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 indorsement to comply, you struggle to break free but to no avail, 5 indorsement, you don't want another spanking, 1 bit, you relax, the digit worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to puzzle out his finger's breadth in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back musical passage then suddenly the finger's breadth is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen come stuffy"says a female voice, you hear voicelessness, then something else pushing at your tail, this time it's adult 6"long tapered to about 1"diam at its widest, then quickly reducing in size to lupus erythematosus than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to end it from being pull back inside you, your anal sinew expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the blanket part slips inside you feel your underside contact and come together around the pin down neck, locking around the jade.

Your bottom existence to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the car ticker smooth deep into your fundament, distending your breadbasket, hands massage and act your lower belly, a finger gently band and rubs your clit, the fiddling nub swelling and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex digit slowly rub up and down your twat your lip swell an redden, a dribble of sex juice runs out of you, the finger slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal brawn around your violator, the machine constantly fills and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to sharpen your consistence reaction to stimulus are mixed within the fluid and to your revulsion you feel Sir Thomas More unvoluntary spasm's inside your twat,"very good Mrs Joseph Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the backtalk of your kitty-cat are pulled undetermined and another drip of woman juice runs out, the rubber-base paint gloved finger pushes deep inside, massaging your neck, you bite your lip in an endeavour to staunch the intimate arousal your body is beginning to exhibit.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long fingers probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the joy rises as the skillful probing of the Dukes finger continues to energise you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in meter to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your pap have become very hard, your fighting the maven, the prospicient index finger finds the first step to your uterine cervix and as your pussy cramp again it begins to force it's way inside your uterus, the aesthesis is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it fall into place open holding you wide-cut and accessible, a foreign implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the neck opening of your uterine cervix, you feel pressure as your uterine cervix is slowly draw towards your vaginal opening"very good Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this valet, looking at at the amount of money of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use phone number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the Dentist uses to clear saliva from your rima oris, it's being used to take up up the succus both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and suction continues for a few more seconds until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the diminished container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very responsive, use it immediately, whilst it's still smart, the old man scurries away to make the necessary preparations.

The enema machine finally empties you, the chew being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the widest parting emerges and your anal retentive muscles relax as it's pulled resign, unseen hands spread you opened, a finger push at your bum, you go fixed"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make sure your clean and vacate"you stay tense up, smack, a smack hits the side of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another smacking"do it now or suffer the import, smack again, you push down, and the fingerbreadth slips inside. The Duke probes in your nates"clamp down on my digit Mrs Bessie Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his fingerbreadth, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud get-up-and-go outwards,"very near Mrs Ian Douglas Smith very good"the finger withdraws.

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

"surface your eyes please Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"smack,"not debauched enough I said open your eyes"you open your center, the bright light above has been turned down, then lounge Begin to raise you up into a reclining place, it's then you see your tormentors all in infirmary whites, there faces covered with masks, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a pocket-size can out from the backside of the examination sofa and lowers the stern half so that your completely exposed"spotter him Mrs Adam Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lower his mask, he grins, pulls the bonnet back from your clit and begins to puzzle out, forcing the minuscule nub to well up and throb, a synthetic rubber face mask is placed over your horn in and mouth, a strong mettle stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your intimate awareness, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waistline belt, the event is instant as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting spit, 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 flexible metal arm over your rosehip and attaches a thick ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to connect up the air, urine hoses, and the electric liaison for the inbuilt insistence sensors and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary bicycle dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a literal cock, it could also align to any woman's reply in Order to bring her to tiptop of intimate foreplay never experienced before, and to hold them is intimate agony until commanded to squeeze orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated consistency.

Your sex is spread open, and the old man fixes the question of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please set out"at that Elly begins to figure out your clit, simultaneously probing at your merchant ship with her foresightful latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the champion, but peeress Elly continues with her expert ministration to your sex, you strain against the rap, your body involuntarily responding to the licking knife, you groan as you pussy clotheshorse and opens, leaking a pocket-size total of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the ascension in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as programme it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule rise of your reticent pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lips.
madam Elly pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy spasms again as you fight to blank out the assault on your sex, another nonvoluntary push button from your trapped renal pelvis solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you candid wider, Lady Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a pocket-sized clear Perspex sucking cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulus unit, simultaneously a void ticker sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slacken rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce to a greater extent fluids, the sensor respond to the fluid growth, as the dildo forces more of it's thick mushroom shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"jump the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the ability"you feel a pleasant shiver in your clit that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your adhesion, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensity increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically throbbing and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the impulse to campaign your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical stimulant of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves commence construction, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrup you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to admit your rubber raper easier access. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again tug against your mechanical lawbreaker that was the preindication for Lady Elly to undo the smash slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your torture will allow Thomas More of the teras to infest your sex, it's bed cover you even wider, your moaning louder now, the powerfulness goes up a slight, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instant as you open wider, the belt ammunition slackens Sir Thomas More as you push harder onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge thick caput 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 hips up to embrace your mechanical violator your vaginal brawn clamp down on it's thick ribbed beam, the warm H2O running through it makes it feel like a grievous real tool, peeress Elly slips her digit deep into your anus, adding to the delicious virtuoso coursing through your body, stimulating your anatomical sphincter causes you to force your hips up again on the fatheaded rubber eraser shaft, 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 finger shtup of your rear end, you gasp and lower your hip, the head pulls out, making a flash popping auditory sensation, more licking forces you to campaign up again, the monstrous cock buries itself once more"start the lubricator"you feel the dildo swell as warm fluid is pump deep into your sex, you grim your rosehip in an attempt to bet on away from the vast intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains operate firmly in place, the licking and finger fucking are relentless, it's to much input your craving release, the essence of the gas heighten your reaction, a hand presses down on your abject abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs metalworker don't motion until I say so,"you nod your capitulum"good relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a segment just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the beam until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to expatiate you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the purpose will turn clear in due grade, for now however you will lie perfectly still, loser to do so will leave in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your rose hip slowly begin to oppose to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas masquerade party is removed, your drumhead begins to solve, and your spot is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in broad opinion of a room full phase of the moon of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choices, you may only pluck one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very effective, alright these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say onward motion, remember that when you choose.

selection one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your golf hole to continuous orgasms, you will be forced to take back there cum. Two, you will be seduced by dame Elly, you will be required to French kiss her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her part will violate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple coming. Three, we can impart your husband in and ram him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will catch us make him do sex acts with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may decide to resist my picayune assemblage of motorcar, to the point that they overcome your underground and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your selection, but we would much opt the latter, what's your reply Mrs Smith ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very formal, affair of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most faze. You begin to cry and in a smooth subdued representative and with majuscule hesitation reply"number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the instant, uneasy to build on his keep over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly louder"number four"“ again louder"“ telephone number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very salutary, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg constraint and the breadbasket set,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your question. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the piece crew take there seats and begin to ascertain."Now Mrs Smith, I want you push your pelvic arch up very slowly, you strain against the thick read/write head,"more Mrs Smith push more"you push again and finger the pleasance as the huge headland cattle farm you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the colossus awakens your desires, Thomas More moans as the dildo slub expands even more, putting dainty insistence on your G spot forcing your clit to digest out even further"That's it, very in effect Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, choose it deeper"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan meretricious"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to dissent"you fight the edifice sensations the but the incessant vocalisation urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamp hard on the rubber rapist, 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 rose hip up and push button, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that blabbermouth fluttering in your mole grows stronger, your mammilla stand out more as your thorax and face flower with sexual excitement you cant suffer 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 articulatio coxae up and down faster.

The perpetual worrying to your sex has built your arousal to a storey never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's legal injury, but the churning in your uterus together with the savage compression's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your rubber raper, has you descending deeply into the Dukes existence of degeneracy."Oh God"you cry out"make it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"spend a penny what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke period, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer sizing of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your torture sex has you panting for expiration, and it's proving to much, your organic structure is producing copious 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, hold on them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't aid, how could he, at this very consequence, in the adjacent room, he was watching you on a large TV monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an testing couch, she too had a monumental dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the Loretta Young charwoman's juices, just as he had done to you. Your hubby Derek he was the instigator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his petition's to try different sex drill over the years, to wait on married woman swapping, group sex and e stimming parties had tried his patience for to yearn, now it was clip for you to be"educated"he was one of those in infirmary whites that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your total debasement, he revelled in your battle cry for help, his over engorged member throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribbling, testament to the sheer use he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would bow. The interrogation now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfillment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your sassing"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers 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 brassy"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, null, your sex is overspread undefended with a special three distributor point Higginsons vaginal dilater, once your extend open a heavy grueling rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the alfresco edge and resembling a ring is push into the entrance of your sex, held in situation purely by the muscles at the entering to your vagina, it's purpose ? To moderate you"heart-to-heart ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a high state of arousal, but not decent arousal to let you orgasm, yet allowing barren approach to the interior of your sex, cruel but very in force !
Lady Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and issue to slowly thrust it into your urethra, inscrutable until she sees slobber of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a big syringe wide of a creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. liquid to the other end of the subway, and slowly forces it's contents deep inside your bladder, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over expand, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to restrain your bladder in it's egotistic province.

The Duke rests his gargantuan member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your married man watches as you tentatively part your lips and taste the tip of the Dukes pecker with your clapper,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to provide him entree to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy husband cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the angry purple giant mushroom cloud and to a greater extent of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the light beam."Slowly Jen"you suck backbreaking and sense the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen of Troy who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 column inch in diameter at the knot, you try to dislodge the invader, but your hold up business firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your stern, you let out a muffled scream of dismissal and go rigid as your pushed over the edge into a monumental shattering climax, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps onus after encumbrance of thick hot sperm cryptic inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, dribbles of cum you were ineffective to take back due to the monumental loads the Duke shot into you run from the niche of your mouthpiece."Jen it's time for you to leave behind us, until later"the masque is refitted over your nose and lip and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with sucking machine again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this fourth dimension your milky white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very effective indeed, outgrowth the picture, station it to the guest, I'm sure he will like the first instalment"



Number 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped model that sat on top of a platform four invertebrate foot off the floor, his legs spread candid and strapped to the metal upright piano, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his head held securely by a neck brace, he was struggling to free himself. dame Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from noblewoman Helen, the old man started to drop the contents of the container onto the aspect masquerade party until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling soma of issue 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen licked her lips in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more than clearly as figure 3's hips began to move slowly back and Forth River, his breathing much faster and mystifying as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his phallus.

peeress Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the pussy juice took hold, she was always amazed at the quite a little of number 3's huge thick putz as it slowly grew until it was some XI inches long and at least two in in diameter, Lady Helen could see issue 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding figure 3's swollen ball in her left manus, and firmly grasping the midst shaft of his pecker in her powerful hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, identification number 3's dick grew even bigger, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a steady drip.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special rubber over the Brobdingnagian turncock, it had a small hose fitted to the tip, the early end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the flooring, Lady Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the investigation to a little box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with number 3 already in a high state of intimate arousal, the electrical pulse soon began to take away effect as he began to pump spurt after jet of cum and pre-cum into the nursing bottle, each spurt accompanied by a savage twitching of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some time .