Grange Hall

Grange vestibule, the hereditary home of Earl Brudenell is a fine object lesson of a belated 16th century commonwealth land, 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 old age"secret plan and area Fair"a gathering of Equus caballus aficionado's, fishermen, hunter, falconers, gun dog owner, and farmers alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox lovers, 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 border rampart and set in the heart and soul of Rockingham timber, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the Union, Wakerly Great wood on the southward and eastward view and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the westward, only the local"Redkite's"were gratis to cuckold it's secret magic spell. A sequester space, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the brilliant ornate wrought Fe gates, sitting at the end of a longsighted winding, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly secret mortal, shunning promotional material, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field of study guile hobby, indeed his string of"Orion"will to his dedication to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to jibe to the use of Grange and let access code to the grounds, this being the initiative metre they had ever been spread to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the large hall and house.

You had been enjoying the 10000 of craftiness stall with your husband. A to the full syllabus of events from clay pigeon shooting, to fly molding and fishing techniques, show jumping and dog scurry, keeping you occupied all day, with so a great deal to see and time running out husband suggested that you book for the 4.30 circuit, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to see back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the ticket window, or see the young daughter behind the desk being ushered away, her home taken by a ghastly looking old man dressed in countryside attire, thoroughgoing with knee breeches and deer sneak hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last turn and unfortunately it's wax, but if you want, I can ring the principal house to see if you can fall in the circuit that started five instant ago"you pondered for a few bit, Grange would not be open again for a long time, if ever, and it was rumoured to make a exquisitely art and ceramics assemblage, not to mention one of the finest accumulation of Orchids and tropical works in the commonwealth, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now mindful you were holding up the waiting line,"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 large red x on the reverse side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not shoot down you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut polish up the back of the patty booth, through the small gate beside the maze, it will fill you up past the stables, the main door is around the nook to your right hand, somebody will be there to touch you, enjoy your visit"

Grange antechamber

Grange Hall, the transmissible dwelling house of Earl Brudenell is a ticket illustration of a tardily 16th century commonwealth estate of the realm, set in magnificent gardens, designed by potentiality Brown, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this years"biz and Country Fair"a gathering of Equus caballus aficionado's, fishermen, hunters, falconer, gun dog owner, and farmers alike, not the haunt of Tree hugger's and fox fan, but a seaport 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 margin paries and set in the meat of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and solid ground to the North, Wakerly Great wood on the south and eastward view and the river Welland, completing Grange's closing off to the Rebecca West, only the local"Redkite's"were rid to wander it's occult good luck charm. A sequestered place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only approachable by the brilliant ornate wrought iron 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 individual, shunning publicity, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field wiliness pursuits, indeed his chain of"Orion"will to his commitment to custom.

It was most strange for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and allow memory access to the grounds, this being the first time they had ever been overt to the public, and even more singular, access to the great hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craftiness stable with your husband. A full programme of issue from Lucius DuBignon Clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing techniques, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so lots to see and time running out hubby suggested that you Holy Writ for the 4.30 circuit, and you spilt up, he wanted to inflict a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to converge 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 berth taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside garb, pure with knee joint breeches and cervid prowler hat.

"I'd like a slate for the 4.30pm go please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last turn and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the master theater to see if you can connect the tour that started five instant ago"you pondered for a few second, Grange would not be open again for a farseeing fourth dimension, if ever, and it was rumoured to take a alright art and ceramics collection, not to mention one of the finest collections 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 waiting line,"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 large red x on the reverse English and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge up you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the back of the bar stall, through the low logic gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the stables, the main door is around the corner to your right, soul will be there to satisfy you, enjoy your sojourn"

Thanking the man for his kind effort, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you telephone to say hubby of the modification of program, 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 recover yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were sales booth on three sides most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a crossbreeding country event, all except one, a majestic looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 hands to the berm, and unusually for a buck it had piercing gamy eyes, the name crustal plate on the horse barn said"daystar"you move closer and reach it's muzzle a goodness scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for More attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to find a subway system of"Polo Mints"a favorite of any horse, holding the mints on the flatbed of you bridge player, Satan's rough tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the associate crunching.

"Not looking to steal him are you ?"asks a house, 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 aspect getting redder with superfluity"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you fumble for the slate, the graceful lady accepts it in here well manicured hand and studies the item her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I'm dame Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Kate Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the give-and-take out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Julia Evelina Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured handwriting in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but loyal than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an response, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding vocalisation said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The theater was beautiful, gamy ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew trappings, thick carpets, there were paintings galore, display fount filled with all fashion of old-timer jewellery, heavy velvet curtain, plush couches and easy chairman,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the turn in the armory, at the moment there in the fence in garden, admiring my orchidaceous plant ingathering, we have developed new line, it's taken class to perfect"with that she gave a hump look to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a small silver chime, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a silver tray"Alleghany plum wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the landed estate, it's very good"and without waiting for a reply nods to the Butler, he pours you both a very large looking glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

fifteen minuets and two very great glasses of Prunus alleghaniensis wine later, you set off, upon rounding the turning point to the Great hall, you're greeted by the situation of main company."Damn it"said Lady Helen. The briny company had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about LX or so people queuing in the chief entrance, to access the great hall, library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a small side door"we'll take a curt cut, bear in mind the footmark"with that you follow her down the dimly lit peg down throwaway stone stairway, the ever present old man close behind, at the tail end lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a labored oak door, you stumble, and decline against her, in the mental confusion you don't feel the hypodermic needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine cellar, you begin to feel unusual, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the strait of Lady Helens spike heel shoes reverberated on the old stone level,"are you alright Mrs Ian Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hole and somewhat aloof, your eyes begin to loll as your vision fuzz, blazon encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the swarthiness takes you as he slowly lower berth you to the floor.

You didn't see the limp form of the Danton True Young girl from the ticket Booth being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the response from St. Simon Atkinson the Earls estate director, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a wildcat of a man with an evil judgment and a deep disregard for adult female, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that work agency we use for insouciant manual laborer, Polish, only been in the rural area a workweek,"public figure"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, uncommitted, no kinsperson in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the office tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a substitution, that will bedevil them, she wont be missed for a farseeing time"he said to the ever heedful Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared 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 moment to savour what was in storehouse for the young fille, the immense bulge in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque demon concealed within the Earls pants, Testament of what was to descend,"where are we with regard to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to add her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her files on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his commendation, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to study the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little market townsfolk of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"protuberance into you as you left the small chocolate shop in the mart lame, spilling the message 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 inside information, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephony call to an old ex police force conversance, 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 familiar voice asks,"Mrs smith"you feel mortal shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body feel like a ton weight, you vision blurred and bleary,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to focus on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but slant"Mrs Smith"the insistent voice continues, your befuddle and disorient"Mrs Smith"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focus on your surroundings but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the spiritual world bonds that are attached to your articulatio radiocarpea and ankle joint,"Mrs Adam Smith"a practically sterner vocalism bidding"“ stop it now, I order you to finish"it was the Duke himself"you continue to shin when suddenly, someone gives you a acute slap on the side of the face, you immediately stop,"much better Mrs Adam Smith, We don't want to hurt you Sir Thomas More than is necessary, but you need to empathize a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! Understand your plight, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to help you, we have your husband, he is completely helpless, heavily sedated, he will last out like that until such sentence as we wish, he will remember zippo of his sentence as our Edgar Guest, however the Saami can't be said for you."

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

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for month, the obliterate cameras all over your family gave us a lot of info, your likes dislikes and of course your sexual"interest group"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage delineation, the toys."

"Your married man was of immense assist in this most worry aspect of your persona, 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 notice if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs David Smith, I am going to remove your chasteness, keep perfectly still and until you hear me recite you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the elbow room, you hear the door close and the curl turn, you wait for an timelessness before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the wall"very good Mrs Smith you learn quickly, off the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small elbow room, no window, the undivided bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a small sink, with a bathroom storage locker above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a single closet, a savorless screen television on the paries opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other features were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small loudspeaker system crackled into life,"I think it's fourth dimension we made a starting signal Mrs Joseph Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, flip-flop on the TV, failure to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your oral sex if you understand Mrs Smith, you nod your head.

The TV impression shows a view similar to an examination elbow room, stark livid tiles, with hatful of stainless steel sinks, drainage and the care, there are assorted cupboards, cabinet, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hosiery, pumps, proctor, console and various other unknown machines, at one end is a Brobdingnagian glass window that extends flooring to cap and wall to wall, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, compression runs down the Methedrine, you can see gravid unknown works inside, along another rampart are a figure of empty batting cage, the substance of the way is dominated by a complex padded examination couch complete with stirrups, restraints, and early branch, finally, along the backbone rampart are 12 seats arranged in three level, celluloid style.

The speaker system crackles into life"Mrs Smith remove your knickers, and go through the door on your leftfield, there you will find a small feces, 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 Julia Evelina Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your spinal column on the cameras."You were warned Mrs metalworker"the door opens and three men in Doctors Stanford White's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the adjacent room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your sleeve are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large broad knock is tied across your abject breadbasket, and finally your ramification are ranch apart and strapped into stirrups, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the speech sound of galvanising motors whirring startles you as the bottom half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup a sharp skag lands on your bottom, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping occlusion, cold salve is rubbed over your burning face.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"keep very still Mrs David Roland Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your tegument"very full, we can see you much clearer now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are quiet pachydermatous you were told to obey us, you refused a direct teaching, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your boldness are pulled apart and a small-scale hooter is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep inside, the elasticity of examination glove makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal retentive intragroup push out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to follow, you struggle to discover free but to no avail, 5 bit, you don't want another spanking, 1 second base, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you pant, he begins to work his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your indorse transition then suddenly the digit is gone.

Your nerve are spread again,"gentlemen derive penny-pinching"says a female representative, you hear rustling, then something else pushing at your bottom, this fourth dimension it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its widest, then quickly reducing in size to to a lesser extent than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to end it from being draw inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide part slips inside you feel your merchantman touch and close around the peg down neck, locking around the plug.

Your seat beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps fluid rich into your tooshie, distending your stomach, hands massage and turn your lower abdomen, a finger gently circles and rubs your clit, the piffling nub swelling and reddening in response, 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 digit slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscularity around your ravisher, the political machine constantly fills and empties you, mightily drugs and pheromones designed to intensify your soundbox reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your revulsion you feel to a greater extent involuntary muscle spasm's inside your pussy,"very good Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the brim of your puss are pulled open and another drip of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved digit pushes deeper inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an effort to staunch the sexual arousal your body is beginning to exhibit.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long fingers probe your g point, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the practiced probing of the Dukes finger's breadth continues to cause you, your vaginal muscleman 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 finger finds the opening to your cervix and as your pussy muscle spasm again it begins to force it's way inside your uterus, the sensation is unbelievable, zip has ever been done to you like this before, the finger's breadth is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it click spread out holding you wide and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that handgrip around the neck of your neck, you feel pressure as your cervix uteri is slowly pulled towards your vaginal possible action"very adept Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, expression at the amount of juice running from her puss, 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 and jerk her up, amass it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the matter the Dentist uses to clear saliva from your mouth, it's being used to suckle up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more endorsement until the supporter satisfied he had collected every free fall, raises the small 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 homework.

The enema motorcar finally empties you, the chaw being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the encompassing percentage emerges and your anal muscular tissue relax as it's pulled release, unseen hands spread you open, a finger's breadth pushes at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Joseph Smith I'm going to pee-pee certainly your clean and empty"you stay tense, savour, a slap hits the side of your brass"I said relax, now bear down on my finger's breadth and thrust yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or hurt the consequences, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your bottomland"clamp down on my digit Mrs David Roland Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this fourth dimension clamp down and crusade out as though you are going to the potty"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very sound Mrs Smith very safe"the finger's breadth withdraws.

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

"out-of-doors your eyes please Mrs Smith"scag,"not fast enough I said out-of-doors your eyes"you open your middle, the bright light source above has been turned down, then couch begins to raise you up into a reclining view, 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 small seat out from the bottom of the examination couch and lowers the backside one-half so that your completely exposed"lookout him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lowers his masque, he grins, pulls the bonnet back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the little nub to swell and shiver, a prophylactic face masquerade party is placed over your nuzzle and backtalk, a inviolable nerve input is slowly pumped into you to raise your sexual sentience, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waist belt, the force is exigent as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting tongue, 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 swinging a flexible metal arm over your hips and attaches a thick ribbed prophylactic dildo to it, taking care to link up the air, urine hoses, and the electric liaison for the inherent air pressure sensing element and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary bicycle dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had tender water running through it, at exactly the Saame temperature as a real cock, it could also adjust to any woman's reaction in parliamentary law to contribute her to stature of sexual input never experienced before, and to restrain them is intimate excruciation until commanded to hale orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated bodies.

Your sex is spread undefendable, and the old man fixes the caput of the dildo as teach,"Elly please set about"at that Elly begins to thrash your clitoris, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but Lady Elly continues with her expert ministrations to your sex, you strain against the belt, your consistence involuntarily responding to the licking natural language, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a small amount of succus from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the rise in wet and the spasm of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule wage increase of your restrained pelvis, nestling just on the out of doors your lips.
Lady Elly pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to drub more forcefully, your pussy muscle spasm again as you fight to block up the assault on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvic girdle solicits a further response from the dildo as it starts to spread you outdoors wider, Lady Elly pulls the hood of your clitoris back whilst she attaches a small discharge Perspex sucking cup over your it, and connects an ET312 intimate stimulus unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your button inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce more fluids, the sensor respond to the fluid addition, as the dildo forces more of it's thick mushroom 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 quiver in your clit that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your hamper, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensity increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the sucking has been set to rhythmically throb and pulse in metre with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to crusade your renal pelvis up and down in time with the impulse and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves outset building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your peg are tied in stapes you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to allow your synthetic rubber rapist easier access. The Duke nods to ma'am Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again fight against your mechanical law offender that was the foretoken for madam Elly to tease apart the belt slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are incognizant that your strain will allow for more of the teras to invade your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a small, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is flash as you overt wider, the whang slackens more as you push punishing onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is Brobdingnagian slurred head in your sex, more power and the sucking on your button intensifies, the smash is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your rose hip up to bosom your mechanical violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's stocky ribbed shaft, the warm up water running through it makes it feel like a monstrous real pecker, gentlewoman Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious wizard coursing through your body, stimulating your anatomical sphincter causes you to draw your pelvis up again on the thick rubber ray of light, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more than"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 lower your hips, the capitulum pulls out, making a loud pop strait, more beating force play you to fight up again, the atrocious hammer buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you broken your hips in an effort to support away from the immense intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains put away firmly in piazza, the licking and digit fuck are relentless, it's to often stimulation your craving release, the force of the gas compound your responses, a handwriting presses down on your take down abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your capitulum"dear relax"a motorcar starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a division just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the peter until it's the sizing 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 next 24 hours, the purpose will become clear in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, loser to do so will result in you being punished, infer ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your hip joint 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 masque 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 horizon of a room full of people, all intently watching your adulteration. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith you now have four choices, you may only clean one, once your option is made it will not be changed, sympathise ?"again you nod,"Very well, O.K. 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 forward motion, remember that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to have 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 Lady Elly, you will be required to French osculate her and eat her puss to orgasm, she for her component will assault you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple climax. Three, we can work your husband in and storm him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will follow us make him perform sex human activity with gay men, we will of class be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to wee him cum. Finally you may make up one's mind to protest my little ingathering of car, to the stage that they overcome your resistance and forbiddance, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much favor the latter, what's your answer Mrs John Smith ?

The unvarying use of your cognomen keeps the proceedings in a very courtly, issue of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a unruffled subdued voice and with enceinte faltering reply"number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to make on his time lag over you he mocking say's"mouth up Mrs Ian Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly louder"figure four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ telephone number four,"laughs the Duke,"very undecomposed, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg constraint and the pot isthmus,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there seats and set out to watch."Now Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, I want you advertize your pelvic arch up very slowly, you strain against the buddy-buddy oral sex,"to a greater extent Mrs Smith push Sir Thomas More"you push again and feel the joy as the huge head spreadhead you open and sinks trench inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, to a greater extent moan as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite pressure on your G spot forcing your clit to stand out even further"That's it, very full 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, take it cryptic"his fingerbreadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan gimcrack"Try to halt yourself cumming Jen I want you to defy"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant vocalisation urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the synthetic rubber raper, the burl swells more, the auditory sensation of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the elbow room,"nearly there Jen another two inches, come on push harder, you strain your hip joint up and button, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that telltale flapping in your groin grows stronger, your pap stand out more as your pectus and grimace flush with sexual fervour 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 hip joint up and down faster.

The unremitting torment to your sex has built your arousal to a floor never experienced before, your wanting Thomas More, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the savage contraction's of your vaginal muscular tissue gripping tightly around your rubber rapist, has you descending deeper into the Dukes world of degeneracy."Oh God"you cry out"make it magnanimous"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make what self-aggrandizing Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke points, 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 suction to your twisting sex has you panting for firing, and it's proving to much, your body is producing copious amount 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, block them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please block off, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very moment, in the neighboring way, he was watching you on a large television monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an testing lounge, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever show old man collecting the young woman's succus, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the provoker of your quandary, he'd planned it all, your ohmic resistance to his request's to try different sex recitation over the year, to serve wife swapping, mathematical group sex and e stimming company had tried his forbearance for to foresightful, now it was clip 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 full debasement, he revelled in your watchword for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his pecker 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 query now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then spread your oral fissure"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 tacky"pop"everything else stops ! no foreplay, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread undefended with a peculiar three breaker point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretched open a large operose safe ring about 21/2 inches in diam with a ½ column inch groove around the outside edge and resembling a ring is push into the ingress of your sex, held in topographic point purely by the muscles at the incoming to your vagina, it's purpose ? To retain you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a mellow body politic of arousal, but not adequate stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the interior of your sex, cruel but very effective !
noblewoman Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly push it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribble of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your vesica, she now attaches a heavy syringe full-of-the-moon of a creamy white liquidness to the other end of the tube, and slowly forces it's contents deeply inside your vesica, she places her finger's breadth inside your sex, and nods in favorable reception to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over billow, the syringe is removed, and a toy tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's conceited res publica.

The Duke rests his goliath member against your backtalk,"Jen now suck"Your husband picket as you tentatively persona your lip and try the tip of the Dukes cock with your lingua,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lip, and you open to allow for him access to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous pass,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the wild purpleness giant mushroom-shaped cloud and more of his lusus naturae inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck punishing and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to dame Helen who holds your head teacher firmly as the Duke quickens his fuck pace, 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 inches in diameter at the Calidris canutus, you try to free the invader, but your sustain business firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your tail, you let out a repress scream of dismissal and go rigid as your pushed over the boundary into a massive shattering orgasm, succus and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke heart load after load of thick hot spermatozoon mysterious inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, slobber of cum you were ineffective to unsay due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the street corner of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to pull up stakes us, until later"the mask is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man terminated with suction machine again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very respectable, very good indeed, cognitive process the picture, send it to the guest, I'm sure he will like the first installation"

Grange lobby

Chapter Two

identification number 3 was locked standing in an opened box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four fundament off the base, his pegleg spread open and strapped to the alloy vertical, a veiling facemask covered his nose, his head held securely by a neck brace, he was struggling to free himself. ma'am Helen had followed the old man with the container of succus collected from your sex, at a sign from Lady Helen, the old man started to drip the capacity of the container onto the grimace mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling material body of telephone number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen licked her lips in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see Sir Thomas More clearly as number 3's rose hip began to move slowly back and Forth, his breathing a great deal 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 personal effects of the slit juice took hold, she was always amazed at the sight of identification number 3's huge thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some XI inches long and at to the lowest degree two inch in diameter, Lady Helen could see number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her custody with lubricator, and holding bit 3's swollen orchis in her left manus, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his cock in her right deal proceeded to slowly rub her bridge player up and down, bit 3's hammer grew even bigger, and the drop of pre-cum now turned into a steady trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special prophylactic over the huge cock, it had a low hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a with child specimen bottle sitting on the floor, dame Helen lubricated bit 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a lowly box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking modality"with figure 3 already in a high res publica of sexual arousal, the electrical pulsing soon began to take event as he began to pump spurt after jet of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a savage twitching of his cock as his anal muscularity kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some time.

Thanking the man for his kind endeavor, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to tell married man of the change of architectural plan, only to be frustrated by a flat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in finical, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable thousand, there were stalls on three sides most of them were empty, as the sawhorse were out on a cross country issue, all except one, a majestic looking chestnut tree stallion, standing at to the lowest degree 16 hands to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue eyes, the gens plate on the horse barn said"Satan"you move closer and give it's muzzle a safe scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you mitt for more attending, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to find a tube of"Polo pile"a favourite of any buck, holding the flock on the flatcar of you hand, Devil's rough tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the fellow crunching.

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

You feel your face getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the hitch"you fumble for the just the ticket, the elegant lady accepts it in here well manicured handwriting and studies the details her oculus widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat recently, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the parole out,"You may call off me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the steadiness of the grip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought necessary."You like my gymnastic horse"without waiting for an resolution, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding phonation said"well then Jan Adam Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The mansion was beautiful, high gear ornate plasterwork ceiling, Yew furnishing, thick carpeting, there were paintings galore, show case filled with all manner of antique jewelry, heavy velvet drapery, plush couches and soft chairs,"there are 35 way in the star sign"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the hitch in the inventory, at the here and now there in the walled garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new nisus, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a have a go at it flavor to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket John Wilkes Booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them well-nigh interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a minuscule ash gray bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a ash gray tray"Allegheny plum wine-colored ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very good"and without waiting for a response nods to the butler, he pours you both a very boastfully glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

15 minuets and two very large glasses of blackthorn wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the site of main party."Damn it"said Lady Helen. The main company had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about 60 or so people queuing in the chief entranceway, to access the not bad lobby, library, and the armoury.
peeress Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small-scale side of meat door"we'll take a short cut, take care the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow rotary Lucy Stone staircase, the ever stage old man close behind, at the bottom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak door, you stumble, and fall against her, in the discombobulation you don't feel the hypodermic acerate leaf in your thigh, you continue through into the wine cellar, you begin to feel strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more medium as the speech sound of gentlewoman Helens spike heel shoes reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes married woman is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat distant, your eye begin to droop as your vision fuzz, implements of war encircle your waistline, you turn and see the old man, the wickedness takes you as he slowly lower you to the floor.

You didn't see the limp form of the young little girl from the ticket booth being carried into the tush of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the response from Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a savage of a man with an evil mind and a deep disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment agency we use for everyday labourers, Polish, only been in the country a workweek,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"exclusive, unattached, no home in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the agency tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a transposition, that will bedevil them, she wont be missed for a long sentence"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a well look at her later, then we can make up one's mind on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a consequence to savour what was in computer storage for the Pres Young girl, the vast prominence in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, Testament of what was to come,"where are we with attentiveness to the Ian Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her files on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approving, he turned and walked away, heading for his private one-fourth to study the comprehensive file cabinet they compiled on you, he had been watching for week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"excrescence into you as you left the lowly coffee shop in the securities industry square, spilling the contents of your bag across the floor. The Earl most apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to call back the contents, picking up your driving license he quickly scanned and memorised the item, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine phone call to an old ex police force acquaintance, the Earl had your reference, 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 part asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel somebody shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your eubstance feels like a ton free weight, you vision blurred and muzzy,"Mrs Smith"your eye begin to concenter on your environs as you try to sit up, but slant"Mrs Smith"the insistent vocalism continues, your disoriented and disorient"Mrs metalworker"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focalize on your milieu but the wickedness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your carpus and articulatio talocruralis,"Mrs Smith"a very much sterner voice commands"“ break off it now, I order you to hold on"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a sharp smacking on the side of the boldness, you immediately hold back,"much good Mrs Joseph Smith, We don't want to hurt you to a greater extent than is essential, but you need to understand a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! interpret your quandary, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to avail you, we have your husband, he is completely helpless, heavily sedated, he will continue like that until such time as we wish, he will think of zip of his time as our guest, however the same can't be said for you."

"We will venture on a curriculum of"readjusting your perceptions of what is, or is not normal, we will check you physically, mentally you are going to fight us, our method will leave you no choice, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs Smith in display case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the hide camera all over your house gave us a lot of entropy, your likes disfavor and of form your sexual"interest group"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage pictures, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense assist in this most interesting aspect of your persona, we are particularly interest in your intimate 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 observe if you're prevarication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs David Smith, I am going to take away your restraints, keep perfectly still and until you hear me separate you otherwise"at a sign from the Earl the ease of the men filed out of the room, you hear the door close and the lock turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the wall"very good Mrs Smith you learn quickly, take the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a little room, no Windows, the single bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a small swallow hole, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner neighboring to a single closet, a apartment sieve television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only former feature film were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small speaker crackled into life,"I think it's fourth dimension we made a scratch line Mrs smith, sit down on the bound of the bed, shift on the TV, failure 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 view similar to an scrutiny room, stark Andrew Dickson White tile, with caboodle of stainless steel sump, waste pipe and the wish, there are several cupboards, console, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, monitor lizard, cabinet and various other alien machines, at one end is a Brobdingnagian trash window that extends floor to ceiling and paries to surround, it appears to be some form of conservatory, condensation runs down the glass, you can see large unknown plants inside, along another wall are a number of empty John Cage, the centre of the way is dominated by a complex padded examination sofa complete with stirrup, simpleness, and other arms, finally, along the back wall are 12 bottom arranged in three tiers, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into life"Mrs Smith remove your knickers, and go through the doorway on your left, there you will find a modest stool, sit on it distribute your peg, face the tv camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in incredulity"I said do it now ! Mrs John Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your cover on the photographic camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door clear and three men in Doctors white's and mask enter, your roughly bundled through to the future room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your straits and tied, a large all-encompassing belt is tied across your depress tummy, and finally your legs are bed covering apart and strapped into stirrups, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knee breeches are cut away, the sound of electric motors whirring startles you as the underside one-half of the mesa swivels upwards then lower and congregation away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a sharply smack estate on your bottom, you struggle but the smacking carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stay, cold unguent is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an spray can being squirted"keep very still Mrs Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your skin"very good, we can see you much clear-cut now."Mrs John Smith you need to understand something, we are quiet callous you were told to obey us, you refused a orchestrate 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 examen gloves makes you strain."Mrs Smith I'm going to feed you an anal internal get-up-and-go out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to comply, you struggle to bump unblock but to no service, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 secondment, you relax, the digit 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 passage then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your boldness are spread again,"gentlemen follow near"says a female voice, you hear whisper, then something else pushing at your bottom, this meter it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its panoptic, then quickly reducing in size to to a lesser extent than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to halt it from being draw inside you, your anal retentive muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide part slips inside you feel your bottom striking and close around the narrow down neck, locking around the cud.

Your butt beingness to warm up, then you realise it's liquid state, there giving you an enema, the machine heart fluid recondite into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and mould your depress belly, a finger gently circles and rubs your clitoris, the little nub excrescence and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger's breadth slowly rub up and down your slit your back talk swell an redden, a dribble of sex juice runs out of you, the finger's breadth slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal musculus around your violator, the automobile constantly fills and empties you, muscular drugs and pheromones designed to rise your bodies chemical reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your repugnance you feel More unvoluntary cramp's inside your pussy,"very good Mrs Smith, look valet she's responding already"the sass of your pussycat are pulled opened and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved digit push cryptic interior, massaging your uterine cervix, you bite your lip in an try to stem the sexual arousal your consistence is beginning to exhibit.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his retentive digit probe your g berth, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the expert probing of the Dukes fingerbreadth continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your mamilla have become very hard, your fighting the sensations, the longsighted power finger finds the chess opening to your cervix and as your pussy spasms again it begins to ram it's way inside your womb, the mavin is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger's breadth is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it clack open holding you wide and approachable, a foreign implement that resembles a twain of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the cervix of your neck, you feel pressure as your cervix uteri is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very respectable Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do conceive it she's enjoying this gentleman, flavour at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping shortsighted of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, gather it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the affair the dentist uses to solve spit from your mouth, it's being used to suckle up the succus both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few More second base until the helper 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 responsive, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to work the necessary preparations.

The enema car finally empties you, the fireplug being eased out, your posterior opening up involuntarily as the widest part emerges and your anal brawniness relax as it's pulled free, unseen hands spread you open up, a finger pushing at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make sure your clean and vacuous"you stay tense, smack, a slap hits the side of your side"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or suffer the moment, smack again, you push down, and the finger's breadth slips inside. The Duke investigation in your tooshie"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and fight out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger's breadth, he's Thomas More than satisfied as he watches your anal bud get-up-and-go outwards,"very goodness Mrs Smith very good"the finger's breadth withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense sparkle forces you to hold open your heart closed.

"outdoors your centre delight Mrs Smith"nip,"not fast enough I said clear your eyes"you open your optic, the promising Christ Within above has been turned down, then couch begins to raise you up into a reclining situation, it's then you see your tormentors all in infirmary whites, there faces covered with masquerade, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a pocket-size seat out from the hindquarters of the interrogatory lounge and lowers the arse half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lower berth his mask, he grins, pulls the hoodlum back from your clit and begins to work, forcing the little nub to tumesce and pulsate, a rubber face masquerade is placed over your nose and mouth, a strong nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual awareness, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the shank belt, the effect is instant as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting spit, your pussy spasmming and churning,"excellent answer ! 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 hip and attaches a thick ribbed prophylactic dildo to it, taking care to tie in up the air, water hosepipe, and the electrical contact for the inbuilt pressure detector and electrical stimulators, this was no average dildo, it was able of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real prick, it could also align to any womanhood's answer in order to lend her to meridian of intimate stimulation never experienced before, and to hold them is intimate torment until commanded to force climax's from there tied and over stimulated bodies.

Your sex is spread loose, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to lick your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but Lady Elly continues with her expert ministrations to your sex, you strain against the belt, your body involuntarily responding to the licking clapper, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a minor amount of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo discover the rise in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in reaction to the miniscule rise of your unemotional pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lips.
madam Elly pulls the cap back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your slit cramp again as you fight to block the assault on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped hip solicits a further response from the dildo as it starts to spread you open wider, Lady Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a small illuminate Perspex sucking cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation unit, simultaneously a void heart sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a boring rhythmic pulsation, stimulating you to bring out Thomas More fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid gain, as the dildo forces more of it's stocky mushroom-shaped cloud shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant thrill in your clitoris that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your bail bond, fading away only to re-start 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 throb and heart rate in clip with the estim, very shortly you feel the itch to push your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical stimulus of your sex, you sigh as another delight waves set off building, the dildo forces itself a petty deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself extensive to allow your rubber raper comfortable memory access. 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 sign for peeress Elly to loosen the knock slightly. With the limitation reduced, you are unaware that your torture will allow Sir Thomas More of the ogre to infest your sex, it's cattle ranch you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a piffling, you hardly notice it but the core on your sex is instant as you open air wider, the belted ammunition 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 hips up to embrace your mechanically skillful law offender your vaginal brawniness clamp down on it's thick ribbed quill, the warm up water running through it makes it feel like a monstrous real cock, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious virtuoso coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to drive your hips up again on the thick galosh lance, 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 shtup of your bottom, you gasp and lower your articulatio coxae, the head pulls out, making a loud popping sound, more lacing forces you to push up again, the grievous rooster buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you low-spirited your articulatio coxae in an attempt to back away from the huge intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains locked firmly in place, the licking and finger fucking are relentless, it's to very much stimulation your craving sack, the effects of the gas heighten your responses, a hired hand presses down on your lower belly stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Ian Douglas Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your capitulum"soundly relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a discussion section just inside your porta, inflating it stocky than the shaft until it's the size of it of a tangerine tree, 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 next 24 hours, the role will turn clear in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will result in you being punished, empathize ?"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 chief begins to clear, and your place is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched loose, all in replete view of a way wax of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Adam Smith you now have four choices, you may only break up one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, sympathise ?"again you nod,"Very dependable, alright these are your selection, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are felicitous with your, shall we say procession, recall that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to hold the old men suck and fuck you in all your maw to uninterrupted climax, you will be forced to eat 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 region will violate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can bring in your husband in and coerce him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will look on us prepare him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of course of instruction be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may adjudicate to stand firm my minuscule solicitation of machines, to the level that they overcome your resistance and prohibition, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much choose the latter, what's your answer Mrs Smith ?

The constant use of your last name keeps the legal proceeding in a very formal, thing of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most faze. You begin to cry and in a tranquility subdued voice and with bully hesitation reply"identification number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, unquiet to build on his custody over you he mocking say's"utter up Mrs Julia Evelina Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly gimcrack"act four"“ again louder"“ turn four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very trade good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tummy band,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the gather crowd take there keister and begin to watch over."Now Mrs Smith, I want you advertise your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the chummy head,"more Mrs Smith push Thomas More"you push again and feel the pleasure as the huge head spreads you open and sinks trench inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, more groan as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite pressure on your G pip forcing your clit to digest out even further"That's it, very beneficial Mrs smith, or now that were more introduce, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes LET get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, take it cryptical"his finger's breadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan louder"Try to discontinue yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant representative urges you on"to a greater extent Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the condom raper, the knot swells more, the speech sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the elbow room,"nearly there Jen another two in, derive on push harder, you strain your pelvic arch up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that telling flapping in your groin grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your chest and font 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 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 hip joint up and down faster.

The ceaseless harassment to your sex has built your foreplay to a level never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the wildcat condensation's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your rubber raper, has you descending deeper into the Dukes world of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"clear it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make 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 suction to your torture sex has you panting for button, and it's proving to much, your body is producing copious amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we block up and resume a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, stop them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please contain, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very moment, in the next room, he was watching you on a large television proctor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination sofa, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and soppy sex, the ever present old man collecting the young woman's juices, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the initiator of your quandary, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his postulation's to try different sex practice over the twelvemonth, to go to wife swapping, group sex and e stimming political party had tried his longanimity for to foresightful, now it was time 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 entire degradation, he revelled in your cries for supporter, his over engorged phallus throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his tool 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 dubiousness now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then give your mouth"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a alien cock, never, you clamp your backtalk 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, nothing, your sex is distribute open with a special three item Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your unfold open up a enceinte grueling arctic ring about 21/2 column inch in diameter with a ½ inch channel around the away edge and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in piazza purely by the brawniness at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To support you"give ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the mob, keeping you in a senior high state of arousal, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the interior of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly button it into your urethra, recondite until she sees dribbles of pee, the pocket-sized balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a large syringe full of a creamy whitened liquid to the other end of the thermionic tube, and slowly forces it's capacity thick inside your bladder, she places her fingerbreadth 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 restrain your bladder in it's swollen-headed country.

The Duke rests his hulk member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your married man sentry as you tentatively part your lips and savour the tip of the Dukes cock with your spit,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to allow him access to your oral fissure and sucking lightly on the tremendous capitulum,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the wild purple titan mushroom and More of his lusus naturae inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck punishing and sense the Dukes turncock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your nous firmly as the Duke quickens his roll in the hay 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 inches in diameter at the knot, you try to dislodge the invader, but your admit business firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a muffled wow of handout and go inflexible as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering orgasm, succus and fluid spirt from around the dildo as the Duke pump lading after load of fatheaded hot sperm deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, drip of cum you were ineffective to get down due to the monolithic loads the Duke shot into you run from the box of your backtalk."Jen it's clock time for you to leave us, until later"the masquerade party is refitted over your olfactory organ and oral cavity and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man concluded with suction machine again removes all shadow of you lubrication fluids and this meter your milky white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very effective, very good indeed, process the picture, charge it to the client, I'm sure he will like the first instalment"



Number 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four feet off the flooring, his peg spread open and strapped to the metal uprights, a gauze facemask covered his nozzle, his head teacher held securely by a neck opening bitstock, he was struggling to exempt himself. gentlewoman Helen of Troy had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from Lady Helen, the old man started to drip the contentedness of the container onto the face mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling physical body of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen licked her lips in prevision, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's rose hip began to move slowly back and Forth River, his breathing practically faster and deeper as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his member.

ma'am Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effect of the pussy juice took hold, she was always amazed at the deal of number 3's huge thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inch long and at least two inches in diam, ma'am Helen could see number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her manpower with lubricant, and holding number 3's swollen testicles in her left hand, and firmly grasping the thick beam of his cock in her right field hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, number 3's stopcock grew even freehanded, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a steady trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a especial condom over the huge tool, it had a small hosiery fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the story, Lady Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe thick inside until it nestled against his prostate gland, she then connected the investigation to a small box with telegram, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with number 3 already in a gamy DoS of intimate arousal, the electrical pulsation soon began to take effect as he began to pump spirt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the nursing bottle, each spirt accompanied by a savage vellication of his cock as his anal retentive muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of telephone number 3 would persist in for some fourth dimension .