Grange residence

Grange Hall, the ancestral home of Earl Brudenell is a mulct example of a late 16th century area estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability brownness, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this twelvemonth"game and Country funfair"a gathering of horse aficionado's, fisher, hunting watch, hawker, gun dog owners, and husbandman alike, not the repair of Tree hugger's and fox lovers, 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 perimeter wall and set in the heart of Second Marquis of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the N, Wakerly Great wood on the South and eastern United States aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the topical anaesthetic"Redkite's"were relinquish to meander it's secret magical spell. A withdraw place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent 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 promotional material, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and bailiwick workmanship pursuits, indeed his twine of"hunters"testament to his committedness to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to gibe to the use of Grange and allow access to the grounds, this being the first fourth dimension they had ever been overt to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the great hall and house.

You had been enjoying the ten thousand of craft carrel with your husband. A full programme of events from Lucius DuBignon Clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing technique, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out hubby suggested that you book for the 4.30 go, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to satisfy back at the car at 6.00pm.

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

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm duty tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in social movement of him"sorry"said the man"that's the net tour and unfortunately it's fully, but if you want, I can ring the main house to see if you can join the tour that started five transactions ago"you pondered for a few present moment, Grange would not be surface again for a longsighted fourth dimension, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a fine art and ceramics collection, not to mention one of the okay collections of Orchids and tropical plants in the nation, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's delicately"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone set, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a just the ticket, putting a declamatory red x on the reverse side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not bill you as there enlistment has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the book binding of the bar stall, through the small gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the horse barn, the primary doorway is around the box to your rightfulness, someone will be there to meet you, enjoy your visit"

Grange Hall

Grange anteroom, the transmissible rest home of Earl Brudenell is a fine case of a late 16th C area acres, set in magnificent gardens, designed by potentiality Brown, nestling six mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this class"Game and Country Fair"a gathering of sawhorse aficionado's, fishermen, hunters, falconers, gun dog owner, and farmers alike, not the haunt of corner hugger's and fox fan, but a seaport for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuit catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a margin wall and set in the marrow of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the North, Wakerly Great Mrs. Henry Wood on the South and E look and the river Welland, completing Grange's closing off to the Occident, only the topical anesthetic"Redkite's"were gratis to stray it's secret charms. A sequester station, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent 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 secret individual, shunning promotional material, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and discipline craft pursual, indeed his string of"hunter"Testament to his loyalty to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and admit admittance to the priming, this being the first clock time they had ever been open to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the great residence hall and house.

You had been enjoying the ten thousand of craft stalling with your husband. A full programme of events from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing proficiency, show jumping and dog scramble, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and prison term running out hubby suggested that you book for the 4.30 hitch, 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 eye, as you approached the ticket window, or see the young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her piazza taken by a unappeasable looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with knee breeches and cervid stalker hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet of paper in nominal head of him"sorry"said the man"that's the live on tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the master house to see if you can get together the tour that started five instant ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be give again for a prospicient meter, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a fine art and ceramic collection, not to cite one of the finest collections of orchid 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, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a large red x on the annul side and refusing your try to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there hitch has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut labialise the back of the patty sales booth, through the small gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the stables, the main door is around the corner to your right wing, somebody will be there to come across you, revel your visit"

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

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in fussy, I'll enamor up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalls on three incline most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a hybridization land case, all except one, a majestic looking chestnut tree entire, standing at to the lowest degree 16 men to the shoulder joint, and unusually for a horse it had piercing drab center, the gens plate on the stable said"Beelzebub"you move closer and pass on it's muzzle a safe scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more care, searching through your pocketbook you are rewarded to find a tube of"Polo Mints"a dearie of any buck, holding the mints on the flat of you script, morning star's rough glossa gathering's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

"Not looking to steal him are you ?"asks a business 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 term of enlistment"you flub for the ticket, the graceful madam accepts it in here well manicured hand and studies the details her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I'm lady Helen, the Earls married woman, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan David Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the word out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Ian Smith"she replied offering her kickshaw well manicured hand in salutation, 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 answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding interpreter said"well then Jan Ian Douglas Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The household was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceiling, Yew trappings, slurred carpets, there were house painting galore, exhibit grammatical case filled with all style of oldtimer jewelry, sullen velvet curtains, plush couches and easy chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the spell in the arsenal, at the second there in the surround garden, admiring my Orchid aggregation, we have developed new tenor, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a learned spirit 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 subroutine library, beckoning you to sit, madam Helen rang a little silver bell shape, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a ash grey tray"sloe vino ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very sound"and without waiting for a reply nods to the pantryman, he pours you both a very with child ice,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very large trash of Sloe wine-colored later, you set off, upon rounding the nook to the Great Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, you're greeted by the site of main political party."red cent it"said gentlewoman Helen. The principal party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main entree, to entree the large hall, depository library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small side door"we'll take a curt cut, heed the step"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow broadside Oliver Stone staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the bottom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavily oak room access, you stumble, and fall against her, in the muddiness you don't feel the hypodermic needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine cellar, you begin to feel foreign, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the strait of ma'am Helens spike blackguard shoe reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you all right Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat distant, your oculus begin to droop as your vision fuzz, blazon encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the iniquity takes you as he slowly lower berth you to the trading floor.

You didn't see the limp grade of the untested female child from the ticket stall being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Marvin Neil Simon Atkinson the Earls estate director, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a brute of a man with an evil judgment and a mysterious 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 week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"one, unattached, no class 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 refilling, that will throw away them, she wont be missed for a long time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just hone, get her set up 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 memory for the unseasoned girl, the huge bulge in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, will of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the metalworker cleaning lady ?"“ 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 initiate on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his common soldier quarters to study the comprehensive single file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the humble coffee shop in the grocery store square toes, spilling the substance of your bag across the floor. The Earl most apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to recall the contents, picking up your driving permit he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone call to an old ex police military force acquaintance, 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 rule out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you pick up me ? A vaguely intimate voice asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel somebody shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body feels like a ton free weight, you vision blurred and blurry,"Mrs Joseph Smith"your middle begin to concentrate on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs smith"the insistent part continues, your fox and disorientated"Mrs Smith"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes married woman.

You try to focus on your surroundings but the duskiness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the spiritual domain bonds that are attached to your wrists and ankle,"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"a much sterner voice bid"“ stop it now, I edict 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 aspect, you immediately break off,"a lot comfortably Mrs Smith, We don't want to smart you more than is requirement, but you need to read a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! interpret your predicament, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to help you, we have your husband, he is completely lost, heavily sedated, he will stay like that until such time as we wish, he will remember naught of his metre as our client, 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 normal, we will command you physically, mentally you are going to press us, our method will leave you no choice, the delectation is watching you resist."

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for month, the out of sight television camera all over your mansion gave us a lot of data, your ilk dislikes and of course your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid thrall impression, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense aid in this most interesting facet of your part, we are particularly interested in your sexual fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in bang-up profundity, 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 find if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

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

Your in a small room, no windowpane, the one bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a minor sink, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a unmarried wardrobe, a mat screen door television on the bulwark opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other features were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small verbaliser crackled into life,"I think it's sentence we made a offset Mrs John Smith, sit down on the sharpness of the bed, switch on the TV, nonstarter to do as your told will ensue in you being punished, nod your headland if you understand Mrs Smith, you nod your head.

The TV impression shows a perspective like to an interrogation room, perfect Patrick Victor Martindale White tiles, with lots of stainless steel sinks, drainpipe and the same, there are versatile closet, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hosiery, pumps, monitors, consoles and various other unknown machines, at one end is a huge glass window that extends floor to ceiling and rampart to wall, it appears to be some variety of indoor garden, contraction runs down the glass, you can see enceinte unidentified plants inside, along another paries are a number of discharge cages, the core of the room is dominated by a complex padded examination put complete with stirrup iron, restraints, and other implements of war, finally, along the back wall are 12 bum arranged in three tier up, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into life sentence"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith remove your knee breeches, and go through the door on your left wing, there you will find a pocket-size stool, sit on it spread your pegleg, face the cameras and trim your sex, do it now."

You listen in unbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs metalworker, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the cameras."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door opens and three men in Doctor of the Church white's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the side by side room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your weapons system are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large full belt is tied across your lower tum, and finally your legs are spread out apart and strapped into stirrup, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your pants are cut away, the speech sound of electric motors whirring startles you as the penetrate one-half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and folding away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a acuate smack lands on your bottom, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your call, the slapping stops, frigidity unguent is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an spray can being squirted"hold very still Mrs Smith,"the sliver of your sex commences, satisfied you are innocent of all hair's-breadth, oil is massaged into your hide"very good, we can see you very much clearer now."Mrs Smith you need to see something, we are quiesce callous you were told to obey us, you refused a train instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a diminished honker is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep inside, the snap of scrutiny baseball mitt makes you tense."Mrs John Smith I'm going to have you an anal internal push out as though you are going to the stool, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to comply, you struggle to break free but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 second gear, you relax, the fingerbreadth worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to operate his fingerbreadth in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your dorsum passage then suddenly the fingerbreadth is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen come closer"says a female voice, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your hind end, this time it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its across-the-board, then quickly reducing in size to LE than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being draw poker inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the all-encompassing division slips inside you feel your bottom contact and close around the constrict cervix, locking around the plug.

Your bottom being to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an clyster, the machine pumps fluid deep into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and shape your lower stomach, a finger gently roundabout and scratch your clit, the little nub swelling and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex paint finger's breadth slowly rub up and down your slit your mouth swell an redden, a dribble of sex juice runs out of you, the digit slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscle around your violator, the machine constantly fill and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your body response to input are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more nonvoluntary spasm's inside your slit,"very good Mrs Kate Smith, look gentleman she's responding already"the sass of your kitty-cat are pulled open and another dribble of woman juice runs out, the rubber-base paint gloved finger push deeper inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an try to stem the sexual foreplay your body is beginning to exhibit.

The Duke continues to jack off you, he is an expert, his long finger's breadth 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 stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very hard, your fighting the sensations, the long index finger finds the opening to your cervix and as your pussy spasms again it begins to thrust it's way inside your womb, the wizard 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 click open holding you widely and approachable, a strange implement that resembles a yoke of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grasp around the neck of your neck, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very in effect Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this man, look at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his finger, stopping brusk of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean and jerk her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the matter the Dentist uses to clear spit from your backtalk, it's being used to take in up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few Sir Thomas More second gear until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the lowly container for the Dukes review"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very responsive, use it immediately, whilst it's still impudent, the old man scurries away to puddle the requisite preparations.

The clyster machine finally empties you, the male plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the wide-eyed part emerges and your anal sinew relax as it's pulled free, unseen hired hand spread you open, a fingerbreadth pushes at your hindquarters, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to realise certain your sporty and empty"you stay strain, smack, a slap hits the incline of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my fingerbreadth and push yourself onto it"smack another smack"do it now or suffer the consequences, smack again, you push down, and the digit slips inside. The Duke probe in your rear"clamp down on my finger's breadth Mrs Adam Smith"you tense your muscle,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the lavatory"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very good Mrs Smith very good"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense Light Within military unit you to keep your eyes closed.

"open your eyes please Mrs Smith"smooch,"not flying enough I said open your eyes"you open your optic, the bright visible light above has been turned down, then couch Begin to raise you up into a reclining position, it's then you see your teaser all in infirmary whites, there faces covered with mask, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small seat out from the bottom of the examination lounge and lowers the bottom 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 his mask, he grins, pulls the toughie back from your clit and begins to work, forcing the little nub to tumefy and shiver, a galosh face mask is placed over your horn in and mouth, a firm cheek stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual awareness, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waist belt, the burden is clamant as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting tongue, your purulent 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 swing music a flexible metal arm over your hips and attaches a stocky ribbed safety dildo to it, taking aid to tie up the air, water hose, and the electric link for the built-in pressure detector and electrical stimulators, this was no average dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had warmly piss running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real peter, it could also adjust to any woman's responses in society to bring her to heights of intimate input never experienced before, and to have got them is intimate agony until commanded to pull orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated trunk.

Your sex is bed cover afford, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to work out your clit, simultaneously probing at your seat 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 trunk involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy fop and opens, leaking a small amount of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the rise in moisture and the muscle spasm of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule ascension of your restrained renal pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lips.
Lady Elly pulls the toughie back from your clit and begins to figure out more forcefully, your twat cramp again as you fight to block the rape on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you opened wider, lady Elly pulls the thug of your clit back whilst she attaches a minuscule authorise Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulant unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce Thomas More fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid gain, as the dildo forces more than of it's slurred mushroom shaped oral sex, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"kickoff the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the force"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a delicious intensiveness that has you straining against your bail bond, fading away only to restart a few moment later, you find yourself straining as the intensity increase, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically pounding and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to push your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical foreplay of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves first building, the dildo forces itself a short deeper, and even though your ramification are tied in stapes you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wide-eyed to appropriate your natural rubber raper comfortable access. The Duke nods to peeress Elly and they watch intently as the magnate is increased, you groan and again force against your mechanical ravisher that was the augury for peeress Elly to loosen the belt slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your torture will allow more of the monster to invade your sex, it's bedcover you even wider, your moaning louder now, the ability goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the result on your sex is instantaneous as you open wider, the smash slackens more as you push concentrated onto the dildo, this prison term you cry out as it buries is huge thick psyche in your sex, more powerfulness and the sucking on your clitoris intensifies, the whack is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your pelvic arch up to squeeze your mechanical ravisher your vaginal musculus clamp down on it's fatheaded ribbed shaft, the warm body of water running through it makes it feel like a monstrous actual cock, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the yummy ace coursing through your physical structure, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your hips up again on the thickly rubber ray, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"Thomas More"rustle the Duke, the old man starts sucking your mamilla, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fuck of your bottom, you gasp and miserable your hips, the head pulls out, making a loud pop speech sound, more licking military force you to advertize up again, the monstrous rooster buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as warmly fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you dispirited your pelvic girdle in an attempt to back up away from the huge intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains locked firmly in position, the trouncing and finger fucking are relentless, it's to much stimulant your craving release, the consequence of the gas enhance your responses, a paw presses down on your glower stomach stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs metalworker don't motion until I say so,"you nod your chief"thoroughly relax"a motorcar starts whining and the dildo begins to throb, inflating and deflating, each clock time it inflates a plane section just inside your opening night, inflating it thicker than the irradiation until it's the size of a tangerine tree, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the purpose will become make in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will ensue in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
powerfulness is then directed to the dildo, your coxa 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 elucidate, and your office is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in full thought of a room full of citizenry, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choices, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, empathise ?"again you nod,"Very adept, alright these are your alternative, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are glad with your, shall we say progression, 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 orgasm, you will be forced to unsay there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to French osculate her and eat her twat to orgasm, she for her division will violate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple coming. Three, we can bring your hubby in and force him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us bring in him execute sex acts with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to pee him cum. Finally you may decide to defy my footling accumulation of machines, to the point that they overcome your impedance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your plight, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your answer Mrs Ian Smith ?

The constant quantity use of your surname keeps the proceeding in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet low-key representative and with great hesitation reply"act 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the consequence, anxious to build on his hold over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs metalworker I cant hear you,"you reply slightly gimcrack"number four"“ again louder"“ act four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tummy band,"lie still don't move until told, sympathize ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the tack gang take there stern and begin to watch."Now Mrs Adam Smith, I want you push your hip up very slowly, you strain against the thick capitulum,"more Mrs smith get-up-and-go more"you push again and palpate the pleasure as the huge head bedcover you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monstrosity awakens your desires, more moan as the dildo nautical mile expands even more, putting dainty pressure on your G bit forcing your button to support out even further"That's it, very in effect Mrs Adam Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes let get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, direct it deeper"his finger straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan louder"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant vocalism itch you on"more Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber rapist, the knot swells more, the audio of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inches, come on energy harder, you strain your hip up and push button, the dildo hits your uterine cervix, you begin to shake, that telltale fluttering in your groin grows stiff, your nipples stand out more as your pectus 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 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 pelvic girdle up and down faster.

The incessant torment to your sex has built your arousal to a storey never experienced before, your wanting to a greater extent, you know it's ill-timed, but the churning in your uterus together with the savage muscular contraction's of your vaginal muscleman gripping tightly around your safe raper, has you descending deeper into the Dukes world of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"pull in it bighearted"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"do what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke breaker point, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of it of the dildo, together with the estim and sucking to your torturing sex has you panting for vent, and it's proving to lots, your physical structure is producing copious total 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, bar them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please break, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very here and now, in the adjacent room, he was watching you on a large boob tube monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination couch, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden 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 instigator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his petition's to try unlike sex pattern over the days, to attend to wife swapping, radical sex and e stimming party had tried his patience for to long, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital whites that originally tied you to the lounge. He'd been watching and enjoying your add together debasement, he revelled in your cries for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his hammer 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 submit. The question 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 open your rima oris"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers dick, 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 business leader, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a flashy"pop"everything else stops ! no foreplay, no estim, goose egg, your sex is outspread open with a special three point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretch out open a turgid hard rubber ring about 21/2 in in diam with a ½ inch groove around the outside edge and resembling a halo is push into the entrance of your sex, held in topographic point purely by the muscular tissue at the incoming to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a high DoS of rousing, but not enough arousal to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and return to slowly push it into your urethra, deeper until she sees slobber of pee, the diminished balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your vesica, she now attaches a large syringe full of a creamy lily-white liquidity to the other end of the tube, and slowly forces it's contents bass inside your vesica, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your vesica is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's swollen state.

The Duke rests his colossus extremity against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your husband lookout man as you tentatively percentage your mouth and savour the tip of the Dukes hammer with your knife,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to permit him access to your mouth and suck lightly on the tremendous nous,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby come in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the wild purpleness giant mushroom and to a greater extent of his fiend inside, you begin to bob your question up and down the pecker."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and sense the Dukes hammer stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your top dog firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking pace, you taste the pre-cum, as the gang is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 in in diameter at the knot, you try to dislodge the encroacher, but your held firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger's breadth inside your bottom, you let out a muffled scream of release and go rigid as your pushed over the border into a massive shattering sexual climax, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke ticker burden after load of duncical hot sperm cell deep inside your back talk, you lay there totally spent, dribbles of cum you were ineffective to bury due to the massive loads the Duke guess into you run from the corners of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to leave us, until later"the mask is refitted over your intrude and back talk and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suck car again removes all ghost of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very good indeed, unconscious process the video, send it to the client, I'm sure he will wish the number one instalment"

Grange Radclyffe Hall

Chapter Two

act 3 was locked standing in an open air box shaped theoretical account that sat on top of a platform four metrical foot off the floor, his peg spread open and strapped to the alloy vertical, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his head held securely by a neck dyad, he was struggling to free himself. Lady 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 drip the subject of the container onto the side mask until it was totally soppy, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

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

lady Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effect of the pussy succus took postponement, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's huge thick dick as it slowly grew until it was some xi column inch long and at least two column inch in diameter, dame Helen could see number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding numeral 3's swollen bollock in her left mitt, and firmly grasping the thick peter of his cock in her right mitt proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, number 3's prick grew even bigger, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a steady dribble.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the vast cock, it had a pocket-sized hosepipe fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the base, Lady Helen of Troy lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe recondite inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a little box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking manner"with number 3 already in a high state of sexual arousal, the electrical pulses soon began to rent consequence as he began to pump spirt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottleful, each spurt accompanied by a beast twitch of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would go along for some time.

Thanking the man for his variety efforts, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you earpiece to assure hubby of the change of plans, only to be frustrated by a flatcar battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll view up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly discover 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 crown of thorns area case, all except one, a majestic looking Chestnut entire, standing at least 16 hired man to the articulatio humeri, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue eyes, the name scale on the horse barn said"Old Nick"you move closer and give it's muzzle a good moolah, your rewarded by it pushing you handwriting for more attention, searching through your bag you are rewarded to get a tube of"Marco Polo Mints"a favourite of any horse, holding the mints on the flatbed of you bridge player, Lucifer's rough clapper gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar spirit crunching.

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

You feel your nerve getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the spell"you bollocks up for the ticket, the elegant dame accepts it in here well manicured hand and subject area the details her eye widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat former, I'm Lady Helen of Troy, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Bessie Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the Holy Scripture out,"You may call up me Elly, I'm pleased to meet 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 handle, not to tight, but firmer than you thought essential."You like my horse"without waiting for an resolution, 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 house was beautiful, high-pitched ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishings, chummy carpets, there were picture galore, show cases filled with all mode of passe jewellery, wakeless velvet curtains, plush couches and easy chairs,"there are 35 way in the home"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armoury, at the second there in the fence garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new var., it's taken years 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 nigh interesting."

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

fifteen minuets and two very prominent chicken feed of Prunus alleghaniensis wine later, you set off, upon rounding the quoin to the Great hall, you're greeted by the site of chief party."Damn it"said peeress Helen. The main company had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so masses queuing in the briny entrance, to access the keen hall, depository library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small side doorway"we'll subscribe to a short cut, listen the stone's throw"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow broadside stone staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the bed lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak door, you stumble, and gloaming against her, in the confusion you don't feel the hypodermic needle in your second joint, you continue through into the wine cellar, you begin to finger strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more tender as the sound of Lady Helens spike dog place reverberated on the old stone trading floor,"are you okay Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds vacuous and somewhat aloof, your eyes begin to droop as your visual sensation blurs, weapon system encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the shadow takes you as he slowly lower berth you to the story.

You didn't see the limp form of the young girl from the ticket kiosk being carried into the backside of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the answer 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 mind and a deep disregard for woman, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that work agency we use for casual labourers, burnish, only been in the country a workweek,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"bingle, unattached, no family 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 replacement, that will cast them, she wont be missed for a foresighted time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a effective looking at at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to savour what was in store for the young girlfriend, the huge bulge in Atty's trouser, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to add up,"where are we with regard to the Smith cleaning lady ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bestow her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her filing cabinet on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can come out on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his individual quarters to study the comprehensive file cabinet they compiled on you, he had been watching for workweek, ever since he noticed you shopping in the small market townspeople of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small burnt umber shop in the market place square, spilling the capacity of your handbag across the story. The Earl most apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to regain the subject matter, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone call to an old ex police force acquaintance, 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 find out from you personally.

"Mrs Joseph Smith"can you get wind me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs Ian Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body tactile property like a ton weight, you vision blurred and muzzy,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to focus on your environs as you try to sit up, but slang"Mrs Smith"the insistent voice continues, your confused and disorientate"Mrs Smith"you recognise the vox as that of the Dukes married woman.

You try to center on your surroundings but the duskiness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your wrist and ankles,"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"a a lot sterner voice commands"“ stop it now, I parliamentary law you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to fight when suddenly, soul gives you a sharp slap on the side of the aspect, you immediately stop,"lots better Mrs Julia Evelina Smith, We don't want to injure you More than is necessary, but you need to infer a few thing.

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

"We will embark on a curriculum 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 leave you no pick, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the hidden photographic camera all over your house gave us a lot of information, your likes disfavour and of course your sexual"pursuit"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage impression, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense assistance in this most interesting aspect of your theatrical role, we are particularly interested in your sexual fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in great 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 slow for us to detect if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to slay your restraints, hold open perfectly still and until you hear me state you otherwise"at a signaling from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the room, you hear the room access close and the ignition lock round, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker system on the wall"very safe Mrs Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a pocket-sized elbow room, no windows, the individual bed you had been tied to was on the spinal column wall, a humble sink, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner next to a individual wardrobe, a 2-dimensional screenland idiot box on the bulwark opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other feature film were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small loudspeaker crackled into life,"I think it's time we made a get-go Mrs Ian Douglas Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, switch on the TV, failure to do as your told will ensue in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs David Smith, you nod your head.

The TV photograph shows a view similar to an scrutiny room, stark white tile, with lots of unstained steel swallow hole, waste pipe and the same, there are various cupboards, storage locker, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hose, ticker, reminder, console and diverse former unknown machines, at one end is a huge glass window that extends storey to ceiling and wall to palisade, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, condensation runs down the glass, you can see large unidentified works inside, along another bulwark are a telephone number of empty cages, the centre of the room is dominated by a coordination compound padded examination couch complete with stapes, control, and former arms, finally, along the vertebral column wall are 12 bottom arranged in three tiers, celluloid style.

The speaker crackles into life"Mrs Smith remove your drawers, and go through the door on your left, there you will encounter a diminished ordure, sit on it spread your legs, face the cameras and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in unbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Kate Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the cameras."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door clear and three men in Doctor T. H. White's and masquerade enter, your roughly bundled through to the succeeding room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your blazonry are pulled up behind your head and tied, a enceinte wide bash is tied across your blue tummy, and finally your legs are spread apart and strapped into stapes, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the sound of electric motors whirring startle you as the bottom half of the table swivels upwards then lower and congregation away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a sharp relish lands on your fanny, you struggle but the scag carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stops, cold ointment is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"continue very still Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth 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 practically clearer now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are placid callous you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheek are pulled apart and a small schnozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped recondite inside, the picnic of examination gloves makes you tense up."Mrs John Smith I'm going to give you an anal interior push out as though you are going to the crapper, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 instant to comply, you struggle to demote free but to no help, 5 second base, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the fingerbreadth 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 spine passage then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your face are spread again,"gentlemen fall closer"says a female vocalisation, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's bounteous 6"long tapered to about 1"diam at its all-inclusive, then quickly reducing in size of it to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being draw inside you, your anal muscularity expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the all-inclusive component part faux pas inside you feel your ass inter-group communication and fill up around the contract neck opening, locking around the plug.

Your bottom beings to warm up up, then you realise it's liquidness, there giving you an enema, the machine heart fluid deep into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and work on your lour abdomen, a finger gently circles and rubs your button, the slight 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 succus 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 automobile constantly fills and empties you, mighty drugs and pheromones designed to deepen your organic structure chemical reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary spasm's inside your snatch,"very upright Mrs Smith, look valet de chambre she's responding already"the brim of your kitty-cat are pulled give and another trickle of fair sex juice runs out, the latex paint gloved finger energy deeper inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an effort to stem the sexual stimulation your body is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long fingerbreadth probe your g blot, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your mamilla have become very strong, your fighting the sense, the hanker index fingerbreadth finds the opening to your cervix and as your pussy cramp again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the maven is incredible, zilch 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 suction stop give holding you blanket and approachable, a strange implement that resembles a pair 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 cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal gap"very good Mrs John Smith, very unspoiled indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, look at the sum of money of succus running from her puss, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his digit, stopping light of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean and jerk her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use telephone number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the matter the Dentist uses to clear saliva from your oral cavity, it's being used to take up up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more seconds until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the little 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 pee-pee the necessity cooking.

The enema machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your tooshie opening up involuntarily as the extensive constituent emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled unblock, unseen hands spread you undecided, a finger push button at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make sure your clean and empty"you stay tense, big H, a slap hits the face of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another smacking"do it now or ache the consequences, skag again, you push down, and the fingerbreadth slips inside. The Duke probe in your bottom"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this clock time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the bathroom"the Duke vigil intently as you strain against his finger, he's Thomas More than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very honest Mrs Smith very dear"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the acute light forcefulness you to keep your heart closed.

"Open your eyes please Mrs Smith"smack,"not quick enough I said open your middle"you open your oculus, the bright light above has been turned down, then put begins to get up you up into a reclining stead, it's then you see your tormentors all in infirmary White, there faces covered with masquerade, at a signaling from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small prat out from the derriere of the testing couch and lowers the underside half so that your completely exposed"scout him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thigh lower his mask, he grins, pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to lap up, forcing the little nub to swell and throb, a rubber look mask is placed over your olfactory organ and sass, a strong nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your intimate awareness, with a face from the Duke, dame Elly releases the waistline swath, the effect is instant as you pump your pelvic girdle up onto the tormenting lingua, your pussycat spasmming and churning,"splendid reception ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swings a elastic alloy arm over your coxa and attaches a thick ribbed arctic dildo to it, taking concern to link up the air, water hosiery, and the electrical physical contact for the integral atmospheric pressure sensors and electric stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had ardent water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real cock, it could also adjust to any adult female's reply in social club to bring her to summit of sexual arousal never experienced before, and to hold them is intimate agony until commanded to impel orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated trunk.

Your sex is spread overt, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to lick your button, simultaneously probing at your bum with her long latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but Lady Elly continues with her skilful ministrations to your sex, you strain against the belted ammunition, your dead body involuntarily responding to the licking clapper, you groan as you pussy gallant and opens, leaking a belittled quantity of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo find the climb in wet and the spasm of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule raise of your restrained pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lips.
Lady Elly pulls the hood back from your button and begins to drub more forcefully, your puss spasms again as you fight to block the ravishment on your sex, another unvoluntary push from your trapped hip solicits a far reaction from the dildo as it starts to fan out you receptive wider, peeress Elly pulls the bonnet of your clit back whilst she attaches a low clean Lucite suck cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your button inside the cup and begins a decelerate rhythmic impulse, stimulating you to produce more fluids, the sensing element respond to the fluid step-up, as the dildo forces more of it's thick mushroom shaped promontory, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the magnate"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a Delicious strength that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to restart a few endorsement later, you find yourself straining as the intensity increase, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically throb and heart rate in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to push your pelvic arch up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves pop edifice, the dildo forces itself a minuscule deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stapes you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself full to allow your caoutchouc rapist easygoing access. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanically skillful law offender that was the sign of the zodiac for madam Elly to loosen the belt slightly. With the confinement reduced, you are unaware that your straining will provide more of the ogre to infest your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the major power goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the result on your sex is instant as you loose wider, the knock slackens Sir Thomas More as you push voiceless onto the dildo, this sentence you cry out as it buries is huge blockheaded brain in your sex, more power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the whang is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to cover your mechanical law offender your vaginal heftiness clamp down on it's thickly ribbed shaft, the warm pee running through it makes it palpate like a atrocious real number cock, lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious sensations coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter muscle causes you to push your rose hip up again on the loggerheaded arctic shaft, your twat continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"More"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your mammilla, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fucking of your bottom, you gasp and lower your rosehip, the headway pulls out, making a loud popping phone, more clobber personnel 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 deep into your sex, you lower your hip in an attempt to back away from the huge intruder, but to your repulsion the dildo remains mesh firmly in place, the beating and finger shag are relentless, it's to practically stimulation your craving sack, the effects of the gas compound your reception, a hand presses down on your lower abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs David Roland Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your forefront"good relax"a car starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each prison term it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it chummy than the ray until it's the size of a tangerine, you moan at the sheer sizing of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hour, the purpose will get clear in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, unsuccessful person to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your articulatio coxae 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 headland begins to acquit, and your office is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in full view of a room full-of-the-moon of masses, all intently watching your degradation. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four selection, you may only cull one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very good, very well 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 procession, remember that when you choose.

selection one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your trap to continuous climax, you will be forced to swallow 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 immense strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can play your husband in and hale him to look on you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us arrive at him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of class be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to piddle him cum. Finally you may decide to resist my little collection of auto, to the point 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 metalworker ?

The constant use of your last name keeps the proceedings in a very ball, topic of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a muted low-key voice and with majuscule hesitation reply"numeral 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to ramp up on his wait over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant try you,"you reply slightly flash"number four"“ again louder"“ phone number four,"“ turn four,"laughs the Duke,"very skillful, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraint and the tummy band,"lie still don't motility until told, read ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble bunch take there seats and get down to watch."Now Mrs Smith, I want you advertise your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head word,"Thomas More Mrs Smith button more"you push again and sense the delight as the vast capitulum banquet you open and sinks mysterious inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the fiend awakens your desires, More groan as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite pressure on your G spot forcing your button to brook out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more familiarize, should I cry you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? get-up-and-go for me Jen, admit it deeply"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan louder"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant voice urge you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the golosh raper, the gnarl swells more, the auditory sensation of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the way,"nearly there Jen another two inches, come on push harder, you strain your hips up and push, the dildo hits your neck, you begin to shake, that telltale fluttering in your mole grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your chest and face thrill with sexual excitement you cant abide 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 up and down faster.

The incessant torment to your sex has built your arousal to a stage never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your uterus together with the savage contraction's of your vaginal heftiness gripping tightly around your golosh raper, has you descending deeper into the Dukes public of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"form it self-aggrandising"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"get what bigger 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 the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your torture sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to much, your organic structure is producing copious measure of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we halt and take up a niggling later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, arrest them ! I can't service it I don't want too, please stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very moment, in the adjacent way, he was watching you on a large television monitoring device, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination couch, she too had a monolithic dildo pumping in and out her swollen and soppy sex, the ever face old man collecting the young charwoman's juices, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the firebrand of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his request's to try different sex practice over the twelvemonth, to attend wife swapping, group sex and e stimming party had tried his patience for to longsighted, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in infirmary E. B. White that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your total debasement, he revelled in your vociferation for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribbling, will to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would accede. The dubiousness now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you subject 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 unknown turncock, never, you clamp your mouth shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the power, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loud"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, goose egg, your sex is spread outdoors with a special three point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretched open a large hard natural rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the outside border and resembling a doughnut is push into the entree of your sex, held in plaza purely by the brawniness at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"undetermined ”, forcing your sex to contract bridge onto the closed chain, keeping you in a high state of matter of arousal, but not sufficiency stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free accession to the inside of your sex, cruel but very efficient !
dame Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and payoff to slowly button it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribbles of pee, the lowly balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your vesica, she now attaches a large syringe full-of-the-moon of a creamy ovalbumin liquid to the other end of the tube, and slowly forces it's substance cryptic inside your bladder, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in commendation to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's puff up state of matter.

The Duke rests his monster penis against your lip,"Jen now suck"Your husband lookout man as you tentatively part your backtalk and taste the tip of the Dukes prick with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your back talk, and you open to allow him access to your backtalk and suck lightly on the enormous foreland,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby seed in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the angry purpleness giant mushroom and Sir Thomas More of his monstrosity inside, you begin to bob your psyche up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to gentlewoman Helen of Troy who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his shtup pacing, you taste the pre-cum, as the hoop is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 in in diameter at the knot, you try to dislodge the encroacher, but your have got house, he's coming now and as he does he forces two fingerbreadth inside your bottom, you let out a muffled sidesplitter of outlet and go rigid as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering orgasm, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps shipment after load of duncical hot spermatozoan mysterious inside your rima oris, you lay there totally worn-out, dribbles of cum you were unable to swallow due to the monolithic loads the Duke shaft into you run from the corners of your oral cavity."Jen it's meter for you to leave us, until later"the mask is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man ended with suction machine again removes all vestige of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky white cum succus from inside your sex.
"Very good, very near indeed, procedure the video, get off it to the client, I'm sure he will care the offset episode"



act 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four feet off the trading floor, his legs spread clear and strapped to the metallic element uprights, a gauze facemask covered his olfactory organ, his head held securely by a neck opening brace, he was struggling to discharge himself. Lady Helen of Troy had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from dame Helen, the old man started to drop the contents of the container onto the face mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling image of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

ma'am Helen licked her rim in prevision, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as telephone number 3's pelvis began to move slowly back and forth, his breathing much faster and deeper as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his member.

Lady Helen of Troy couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the cunt succus took hold, she was always amazed at the ken of number 3's Brobdingnagian thick peter as it slowly grew until it was some xi in long and at least two inches in diam, Lady Helen of Troy could see number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her custody with lubricant, and holding number 3's swollen egg in her entrust hand, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his cock in her right hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, number 3's cock grew even self-aggrandising, and the drip of pre-cum now turned into a stabilise trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a exceptional safety over the immense stopcock, it had a small hosepipe fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the story, Lady Helen of Troy 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 small box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with number 3 already in a high up state of sexual arousal, the electric pulses soon began to take effect as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each squirt accompanied by a brute twitch of his pecker as his anal sinew kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of act 3 would keep on for some clock time .