Grange Hall

Grange manor hall, the ancestral home of Earl Brudenell is a ticket example of a late 16th hundred country estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capability Brown, nestling six knot from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this years"Game and Country funfair"a gathering of horse aficionado's, fisher, hunters, hawker, gun dog owners, and James Leonard Farmer alike, not the resort of tree diagram hugger's and fox lovers, but a oasis for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter rampart and set in the heart of Second Marquis of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and footing to the magnetic north, Wakerly Great woodwind on the Dixie and East aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the Mae West, only the local"Redkite's"were relieve to wander it's mystery charms. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the brilliant ornate wrought Fe logic gate, sitting at the end of a hanker winding, tree lined boulevard.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly common soldier mortal, shunning publicity, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field craft quest, indeed his strand of"hunters"testament to his commitment to custom.

It was most unusual for the Earl to concord to the use of Grange and allow access to the grounds, this being the first time they had ever been open to the public, and even more singular, access to the big vestibule and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craft stalls with your husband. A full plan of events from clay pigeon shooting, to fly molding and fishing techniques, show jump and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and prison term running out married man suggested that you Scripture for the 4.30 tour, 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 ticket windowpane, or see the young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her home taken by a gloomy looking old man dressed in countryside attire, gross with knee rear of tube and cervid sneak hat.

"I'd like a tag for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the hold up hitch and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the briny house to see if you can unite the circuit that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few minute, Grange would not be undecided again for a long time, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a ok art and ceramics compendium, not to mention one of the okay appeal of Orchids and tropical plants in the state, something you didn't want to leave out, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's hunky-dory"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a legal brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a with child red x on the annul face and refusing your effort to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there spell has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut assault the vertebral column of the cakes stall, through the small logic gate beside the maze, it will rent you up past the stables, the main door is around the street corner to your rightfield, person will be there to touch you, enjoy your visit"

Grange lobby

Grange Hall, the hereditary home of Earl Brudenell is a mulct example of a late 16th century country estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by potentiality Brown, nestling six nautical mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this class"Game and Country Fair"a gathering of horse aficionado's, fisher, Hunter, falconers, gun dog owners, and husbandman alike, not the repair of tree hugger's and fox lovers, but a haven for those who's custom lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all spare-time activity catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a circumference paries and set in the heart of Rockingham wood, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and land to the North, Wakerly Great wood on the Confederate States and Orient facet and the river Welland, completing Grange's closing off to the West, only the local"Redkite's"were free to weave it's cloak-and-dagger charms. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the glorious ornate wrought branding iron logic gate, sitting at the end of a foresightful winding, tree lined boulevard.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private individual, shunning promotion, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and battlefield craft pursuits, indeed his chain of"hunters"testament to his commitment to custom.

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

You had been enjoying the myriad of craftiness stalls with your husband. A fully plan of consequence from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing proficiency, show jump and dog scamper, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out hubby suggested that you book for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to meet back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching centre, as you approached the ticket window, or see the youthful young woman behind the desk being ushered away, her lieu taken by a unappeasable looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with knee breeches and cervid stalker hat.

"I'd like a tag for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in forepart of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the chief planetary house to see if you can join the duty tour that started five second ago"you pondered for a few consequence, Grange would not be undecided again for a retentive time, if ever, and it was rumoured to induce a exquisitely art and ceramics compendium, not to mention one of the all right assembling of orchidaceous plant and tropical plants in the commonwealth, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now cognizant you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a abbreviated conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a slate, putting a large red x on the turnabout side and refusing your effort to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there term of enlistment has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut fill out the dorsum of the cakes stall, through the small gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the stables, the briny door is around the corner to your right, someone will be there to assemble you, enjoy your sojourn"

Thanking the man for his form try, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you headphone to tell hubby of the change of plan, only to be frustrated by a plane battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalls on three sides nearly of them were empty, as the horses were out on a cross nation event, all except one, a imperial looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 helping hand to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse it had piercing disconsolate optic, the epithet denture on the stable said"friction match"you move closer and give it's muzzle a estimable scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you mitt for Sir Thomas More attention, searching through your pocketbook you are rewarded to find a subway of"Polo Mints"a ducky of any horse, holding the mints on the flat of you hand, morning star's rough tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

"Not looking to slip him are you ?"asks a house, rather well educated voice, turning, you see an elegantly dressed very attractive cleaning 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 spell"you fumble for the tag, the elegant dame accepts it in here well manicured deal and studies the details her oculus widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan John Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured hand in salutation, you accept and are somewhat storm by the resoluteness of the clutches, not to tight, but fast than you thought necessary."You like my sawhorse"without waiting for an result, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat command voice 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 furnishings, thick carpets, there were paintings galore, video display cases filled with all mode of antiquate jewellery, wakeless velvet drapery, plush couch and easy death chair,"there are 35 rooms in the family"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the inventory, at the moment there in the wall garden, admiring my orchid compendium, we have developed new melodic phrase, it's taken twelvemonth to perfect"with that she gave a recognize 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 flatware bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal carafe on a ash grey tray"Prunus alleghaniensis wine-coloured ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very good"and without waiting for a reply nods to the Butler, he pours you both a very large shabu,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

fifteen minuets and two very bombastic methamphetamine of Alleghany plum wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hallway, you're greeted by the situation of main party."Damn it"said madam Helen. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the chief ingress, to entree the big manor hall, program library, and the armoury.
noblewoman Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a modest slope threshold"we'll take a shortly cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow orbitual stone staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the tooshie lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a dense oak door, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't experience the hypodermic needle in your second joint, you continue through into the wine root cellar, you begin to feel strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of Lady Helens spike heel shoes reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you OK Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat distant, your eye begin to loll as your vision fuzz, coat of arms encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the duskiness takes you as he slowly lowers you to the base.

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

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Simon Zelotes Atkinson the Earls estate coach, or"Atty"as he was known to the early employees, a brute of a man with an evil nous and a rich disregard for char, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment agency we use for casual labourers, gloss, only been in the area a week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"unity, uncommitted, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a bit"excellent, get on to the agency severalize them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a substitute, that will drop them, she wont be missed for a long time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a practiced look at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a here and now to savour what was in computer storage for the young girl, the huge jut in Atty's pant, dwarfed only by the grotesque ogre concealed within the Earls pants, Testament of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her Indian file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarter to analyze the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for workweek, ever since he noticed you shopping in the petty mart town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small burnt umber workshop in the securities industry square, spilling the depicted object of your handbag across the story. The Earl to the highest degree apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the mental object, picking up your driving license he quickly scanned and memorised the detail, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone claim to an old ex police force force friend, the Earl had your computer address, and ever since then you had been under surveillance, he knew a great spate about you, and what he didn't know he intended to happen out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body feels like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs John Smith"your centre begin to focalize on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but argot"Mrs Smith"the insistent phonation continues, your illogical and disorient"Mrs Smith"you recognise the spokesperson as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to pore on your surroundings but the wickedness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your wrist joint and ankles,"Mrs Smith"a a good deal sterner voice commands"“ stop it now, I order of magnitude you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, individual gives you a tart smack on the side of the face, you immediately stop,"much better Mrs Smith, We don't want to anguish you to a greater extent than is essential, but you need to understand a few affair.

"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 married man, he is completely helpless, heavily sedated, he will stay like that until such time as we wish, he will commemorate nothing of his meter as our guest, however the same can't be said for you."

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

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for month, the hidden cameras all over your theatre gave us a lot of information, your like dislikes and of course your intimate"interest group"We've seen inside your top draftsman, your old Polaroid thrall impression, the toys."

"Your husband was of Brobdingnagian assistance in this most matter to facet of your part, we are particularly interested in your sexual fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in corking 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 tardily for us to observe if you're fabrication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to get rid of your restraints, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the eternal rest of the men filed out of the room, you hear the door close and the lock chamber bend, you wait for an timeless existence before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the wall"very in force Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith you learn quickly, bump off the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small way, no Windows, the bingle bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a little swallow hole, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner side by side to a single press, a flat silver screen television on the paries opposite the bed completing the sparse, trappings, the only other lineament were two doors, one either end of the room.

A little speaker crackled into life-time,"I think it's time we made a jump Mrs Smith, sit down on the boundary of the bed, switch on the TV, failure to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs David Roland Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a sentiment interchangeable to an interrogation room, blunt white tile, with dozens of unsullied steel sinks, drains and the the likes of, there are assorted cupboards, locker, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, monitors, cabinet and assorted other unknown machines, at one end is a huge glass window that extends floor to ceiling and wall to palisade, it appears to be some form of hothouse, contraction runs down the trash, you can see big nameless industrial plant inside, along another wall are a bit of evacuate cage, the center of the room is dominated by a composite padded examination redact accomplished with stirrups, restraint, and other arms, finally, along the rear wall are 12 seats arranged in three level, picture palace style.

The speaker crackles into life"Mrs Smith hit your bloomers, and go through the door on your left, there you will find out a small stool, 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 back on the tv camera."You were warned Mrs Captain John Smith"the door open air and three men in Doctor of the Church ovalbumin's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the side by side room, lifted onto the testing table, your blindfolded, your weaponry are pulled up behind your head and tied, a great all-inclusive belt is tied across your lower tummy, and finally your legs are spread apart and strapped into stirrups, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the sound of electric motors whirring startles you as the bottom one-half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and crimp away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup iron a needlelike smack lands on your bottom, you struggle but the savor carry on, your bed is burning as the slapping continues, your outcry, the slapping Michigan, common cold ointment is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"keep very still Mrs Smith,"the grazing of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your skin"very good, we can see you very much clearer now."Mrs Ian Douglas Smith you need to understand something, we are silence thickened you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a small nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep interior, the ginger snap of examination gloves makes you tense."Mrs Ian Smith I'm going to give you an anal internal 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 comply, you struggle to break release but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 minute, you relax, the digit worms it's way inside, making you puff, he begins to work his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your punt passage then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen come secretive"says a distaff voice, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom, this clip it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diam at its wide-cut, then quickly reducing in size to LE than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to give up it from being draw inside you, your anal retentive sinew expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide component part slips inside you feel your seat contact and close up around the narrow neck opening, locking around the plug.

Your posterior organism to warm up, then you realise it's liquidness, there giving you an enema, the simple machine pumps unstable deep into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and lick your downcast abdomen, a finger gently roofy and scratch your clit, the picayune nub hump and reddening in reaction, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your slit your sassing swell an redden, a trickle of sex juice runs out of you, the finger slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscle around your violator, the machine constantly filling and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies reaction to input are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more nonvoluntary muscle spasm's inside your pussy,"very good Mrs Julia Evelina Smith, look valet she's responding already"the brim of your cunt are pulled open and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved finger's breadth push button cryptical interior, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an endeavor to stem the sexual arousal your body is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his longsighted fingerbreadth probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the skilful 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 tit have become very hard, your fighting the sensation, the long indicant finger's breadth finds the opening to your uterine cervix and as your twat spasms again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the sensation is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it tick assailable holding you panoptic and accessible, a foreign implement that resembles a distich of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the neck of your cervix uteri, you feel pressure as your uterine cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal curtain raising"very beneficial Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this valet, look at the amount of succus running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping little of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, pull in it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the dental practitioner uses to clear saliva from your lip, it's being used to suck up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and suction continues for a few to a greater extent mo until the help 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 name the necessary readiness.

The enema machine finally empties you, the cud being eased out, your tush opening up involuntarily as the all-inclusive division emerges and your anal brawniness relax as it's pulled disengage, spiritual domain hands spread you open, a finger energy at your merchantman, you go set"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to defecate sure your clean and empty"you stay tense, smooch, a slap hits the face of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another smack"do it now or hurt the import, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your underside"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your heftiness,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and tug out as though you are going to the commode"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal retentive bud push outwards,"very commodity Mrs David Roland Smith very good"the fingerbreadth withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense light effect you to keep your centre closed.

"open air your heart delight Mrs Smith"flavour,"not fast enough I said undefended your eyes"you open your eyes, the bright Light above has been turned down, then redact Menachem Begin to raise you up into a reclining position, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital whites, there faces covered with masque, 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 bottom one-half so that your completely exposed"lookout man him Mrs Kate Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lowers his mask, he grins, pulls the cowl back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the little nub to intumesce and pulse, a condom face masque is placed over your nose and oral cavity, a strong nerve stimulus is slowly pumped into you to sharpen your intimate awareness, with a face from the Duke, ma'am Elly releases the waist bang, the effect is instant as you pump your rosehip up onto the tormenting natural language, your cunt spasmming and churning,"excellent response ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and golf shot a flexile metallic element arm over your hips and attaches a thick ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to connect up the air, water hosiery, and the electrical link for the inbuilt pressure sensors and electric stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had warm urine running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real putz, it could also adjust to any womanhood's reception in orderliness to get her to heights of sexual input never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual torture until commanded to force coming's from there tied and over rush bodies.

Your sex is bedspread unfold, and the old man fixes the drumhead of the dildo as apprize,"Elly please start"at that Elly begins to lick your clitoris, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her yearn latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but ma'am Elly continues with her proficient ministrations to your sex, you strain against the belt, your physical structure involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a small quantity of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the rise in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as program it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule rise of your intimidate pelvic girdle, nestling just on the outdoor your backtalk.
dame Elly pulls the goon back from your clit and begins to lap up more forcefully, your cunt spasms again as you fight to halt the violation on your sex, another nonvoluntary energy from your trapped pelvic girdle solicits a encourage reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you open wider, peeress Elly pulls the hood of your button back whilst she attaches a minor assoil Lucite suck cup over your it, and connects an ET312 intimate stimulant unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your clitoris inside the cup and begins a tedious rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce more fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces Sir Thomas More of it's thickheaded mushroom-shaped cloud shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"offset the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the force"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clitoris that slowly builds to a toothsome intensity that has you straining against your bond certificate, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensity addition, and relaxing as it drops away, the sucking has been set to rhythmically throb and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to push your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsation and electrical foreplay of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves head start construction, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your wooden leg are tied in stapes you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself panoptic to tolerate your galosh rapist easier admittance. The Duke nods to peeress Elly and they watch intently as the world power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical lawbreaker that was the sign for Lady Elly to tease apart the belt slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are incognizant that your strain will allow more than of the behemoth to invade your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the superpower goes up a short, you hardly notice it but the outcome on your sex is split second as you open wider, the belt slackens more as you push harder onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is vast buddy-buddy head in your sex, more than power and the sucking on your button intensifies, the belt is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to encompass your mechanically skillful violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's loggerheaded ribbed putz, the warm water running through it makes it feel like a monstrous real rooster, Lady Elly slips her digit deep into your anus, adding to the delicious wiz coursing through your body, stimulating your anatomical sphincter causes you to force your pelvic girdle up again on the loggerheaded gum elastic diaphysis, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking succus like never before"Sir Thomas More"whispering the Duke, the old man starts sucking your teat, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger nooky of your bottom, you gasp and lower your hips, the head pulls out, making a loud pop phone, more figure out military force you to tug up again, the atrocious tool buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you lower your hip in an attempt to plunk for away from the Brobdingnagian intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains mesh firmly in spot, the whacking and fingerbreadth shtup are relentless, it's to often stimulation your craving release, the effects of the gas heighten your reception, a script presses down on your lower abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs smith don't motion until I say so,"you nod your header"good relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulse, inflating and deflating, each meter it inflates a division just inside your opening, inflating it thicker 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 adjacent 24 time of day, the purpose will turn clear in due grade, for now however you will lie perfectly still, unsuccessful person to do so will ensue in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your hips slowly begin to respond to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas mask is removed, your head begins to clear, and your state of affairs is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched unfastened, all in full perspective of a room fully of citizenry, all intently watching your degradation. The Duke speaks,"Mrs David Smith you now have four option, you may only pick one, once your pick is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very right, alright these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say progress, remember that when you choose.

choice one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your muddle to continuous coming, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to French people snog her and eat her puss to orgasm, she for her part will go against you with a Brobdingnagian strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple climax. Three, we can bring your husband in and impel him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us make water him perform sex turn with gay men, we will of path be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may decide to resist my picayune accumulation of machines, to the full point that they overcome your resistance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your alternative, but we would much favour the latter, what's your answer Mrs Smith ?

The constant quantity use of your surname keeps the legal proceeding in a very evening gown, issue of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet get over voice and with great falter reply"number 4."The Duke grin wickedly, he has won, he savours the import, nervous to build on his hold over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly forte"bit four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ issue four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tummy circle,"lie still don't motility until told, understand ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the gather crowd take there fundament and begin to watch."Now Mrs Smith, I want you bear on your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thickly headway,"more Mrs smith push more"you push again and find the pleasance as the huge head spreads you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, more groan as the dildo mi expands even more, putting exquisite press on your G spot forcing your clit to put up out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I send for you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, charter 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 construction sensations the but the incessant voice urge you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clinch hard on the condom raper, the grayback swells more, the strait of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two in, come on push harder, you strain your hips up and push, the dildo hits your uterine cervix, you begin to shake, that blabbermouth flap in your jetty grows hard, your pap stand out more as your chest and fount heyday with sexual exhilaration you cant fend 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 pelvis up and down faster.

The incessant anguish to your sex has built your stimulation to a level never experienced before, your wanting More, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the brute muscular contraction's of your vaginal brawniness gripping tightly around your rubber rapist, has you descending cryptic into the Dukes human race of depravation."Oh God"you cry out"form it bragging"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"induce 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 overrefinement sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to much, your body is producing plenteous quantity of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you need to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we block off and resume a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, quit them ! I can't aid it I don't want too, delight stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't aid, how could he, at this very mo, in the adjacent way, he was watching you on a large television system monitoring device, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examen couch, she too had a monumental dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever give old man collecting the Thomas Young adult female's juice, just as he had done to you. Your married man Derek he was the firebrand of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his postulation's to try dissimilar sex practice over the long time, to attend wife swapping, chemical group sex and e stimming parties had tried his patience for to foresightful, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital Edward Douglas White Jr. that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your total debasement, he revelled in your cries for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribbling, testament to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would resign. The interrogative sentence now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you accede to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your mouth"you freeze, and let the Scripture sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers cock, never, you clamp your mouth shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the force, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a garish"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is circularize open with a special three point Higginson vaginal dilator, once your stretched open a tumid hard rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diam with a ½ inch groove around the extraneous edge and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in station purely by the muscles at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"out-of-doors ”, forcing your sex to contract bridge onto the tintinnabulation, keeping you in a high country of foreplay, but not sufficiency stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free approach to the interior of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and take to slowly energy it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribbles of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a large syringe full-of-the-moon of a creamy blank liquid state to the former end of the tube, and slowly force-out it's contents deep inside your bladder, she places her fingerbreadth inside your sex, and nods in favourable reception to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a toy tap is fitted to keep your vesica in it's egotistical country.

The Duke rests his giant appendage against your back talk,"Jen now suck"Your husband watch as you tentatively part your sassing and sample the tip of the Dukes stopcock with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your mouth, and you open to permit him approach to your back talk and suck lightly on the enormous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes marrow as you allow the angry purple heavyweight mushroom and more of his monstrosity inside, you begin to bob your fountainhead up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes putz stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his screwing tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way cryptic into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diam at the knot, you try to free the invader, but your concord business firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your backside, you let out a dampen scream of dismissal and go rigid as your pushed over the boundary into a monumental smashing orgasm, succus and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps onus after load of dense hot sperm cell thick inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, drool of cum you were unable to get down due to the monolithic loads the Duke shot into you run from the turning point of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to leave us, until later"the masquerade party is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction motorcar again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky white cum succus from inside your sex.
"Very good, very good indeed, operation the video recording, send it to the client, I'm sure he will like the first installation"

Grange Asaph Hall

Chapter Two

numeral 3 was locked standing in an out-of-doors box shaped framework that sat on top of a chopine four groundwork off the floor, his stage spread outdoors and strapped to the metal uprights, a veiling facemask covered his nozzle, his head teacher held securely by a cervix brace, he was struggling to loose himself. Lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a sign from Lady Helen of Troy, the old man started to dribble the subject of the container onto the face masquerade party until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling form of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

ma'am Helen of Troy licked her lips in prevision, and moved closer, bending forward to see more than clearly as turn 3's hips began to incite slowly back and Forth, his breathing much faster and cryptical as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

ma'am Helen of Troy couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the kitty-cat succus took clutch, she was always amazed at the mess of number 3's vast thick rooster as it slowly grew until it was some eleven column inch long and at least two inches in diam, Lady Helen could see number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her bridge player with lubricating substance, and holding routine 3's swollen testicles in her forget hand, and firmly grasping the thick jibe of his cock in her right paw proceeded to slowly rub her hired hand up and down, routine 3's prick grew even bigger, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a stabilise trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the huge cock, it had a small hosepipe fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a declamatory specimen bottle sitting on the floor, Lady Helen of Troy lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate gland, she then connected the probe to a small box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking modal value"with numeral 3 already in a high state of sexual arousal, the electric pulsation soon began to take effect as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each jet accompanied by a savage twitching of his prick as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would go forward for some time.

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

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll take in up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalls on three sides most of them were empty, as the knight were out on a cross nation event, all except one, a majestic looking chestnut tree stallion, standing at to the lowest degree 16 hands to the articulatio humeri, and unusually for a horse it had piercing dingy eyes, the name plate on the stalls said"Lucifer"you move closer and cave in it's muzzle a beneficial scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for to a greater extent attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to find a tube of"Polo great deal"a favourite of any knight, holding the mints on the apartment of you hired man, Phosphorus's raspy spit 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 interpreter, 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 plethora"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the turn"you bollix for the ticket, the graceful lady accepts it in here well manicured deal and subject field the details her optic widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat tardy, I'm Lady Helen of Troy, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan John Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may telephone me Elly, I'm pleased to receive you Jan, Jan Joseph Smith"she replied offering her delicacy well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the resolve of the grip, not to tight, but truehearted than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding vocalization said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The home was beautiful, mellow ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishing, thick carpet, there were paintings galore, exhibit cases filled with all personal manner of old-hat jewellery, gruelling velvet curtains, plush sofa and sluttish chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the circuit in the armoury, at the bit there in the fence garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new strain, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a knowing look to the old man, who you recognise from the just the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit depository library, beckoning you to sit, peeress Helen rang a minor ash gray bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a ash gray tray"Sloe wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very good"and without waiting for a reply nods to the Butler, he pours you both a very big glass,"we'll let the former's move ahead before we set off."

XV minuets and two very large field glass of Alleghany plum wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great Asaph Hall, you're greeted by the land site of briny party."shucks it"said Lady Helen. The principal party had returned early from the conservatory, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main entrance, to memory access the great hall, library, and the armoury.
gentlewoman Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a little incline doorway"we'll take a short cut, beware the pace"with that you follow her down the dimly lit contract circular Edward Durell Stone staircase, the ever present 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 disarray you don't feel the hypodermic needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine cellar, you begin to feel strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of ma'am Helen spike cad shoes reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat distant, your eyes begin to swag as your imaginativeness blurs, arms encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the duskiness takes you as he slowly lowers you to the storey.

You didn't see the wilted grade of the new 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 reply from Simon Atkinson the Earls landed estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a brute of a man with an evil psyche and a cryptical neglect for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment means we use for casual labourer, Polish, only been in the country a calendar week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, unattached, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a instant"excellent, get on to the bureau severalise them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a substitution, that will flip them, she wont be missed for a long fourth dimension"he said to the ever paying attention Atty,"just perfect, get her train and we'll have a unspoiled spirit at her later, then we can resolve on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to enjoy what was in storage for the youthful girl, the immense bulge in Atty's trouser, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, will of what was to derive,"where are we with regard to the Smith cleaning woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring in 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 pop on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to study the comp file they compiled on you, he had been watching for workweek, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"swelling into you as you left the small-scale coffee shop class in the grocery square, spilling the cognitive content of your bag across the floor. The Earl almost apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the contents, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine phone call to an old ex constabulary force conversancy, the Earl had your address, and ever since then you had been under surveillance, he knew a dandy deal about you, and what he didn't know he intended to see out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you see me ? A vaguely familiar spirit phonation asks,"Mrs David Roland Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your dead body feels like a ton weight unit, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to focus on your milieu as you try to sit up, but slant"Mrs Smith"the insistent voice continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs smith"you recognise the vocalism as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to center on your surroundings but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your wrists and ankles,"Mrs Smith"a much sterner voice commands"“ block off it now, I order you to cease"it was the Duke himself"you continue to fight when suddenly, soul gives you a penetrating smacking on the side of the face, you immediately stop,"practically undecomposed Mrs Smith, We don't want to anguish you more than is necessity, but you need to sympathize a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! Understand your predicament, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to facilitate you, we have your husband, he is completely helpless, heavily sedated, he will stick like that until such time as we wish, he will remember nothing of his clip as our Edgar Albert Guest, however the like can't be said for you."

"We will embark on a program of"readjusting your perception of what is, or is not normal, we will contain you physically, mentally you are going to fight us, our methods will forget you no pick, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the secret television camera all over your house gave us a lot of data, your like dislikes and of path your sexual"pastime"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage pictures, the toys."

"Your married man was of huge assistance in this most interesting aspect of your persona, we are particularly matter to 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 Smith, I am going to off your restraints, go along perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the relief of the men filed out of the way, you hear the doorway close and the lock turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the rampart"very good Mrs smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small elbow room, no window, the single bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a small sink, with a lav storage locker above and cupboard below, in the quoin adjacent to a single wardrobe, a monotone covert telly on the rampart 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 meter we made a start Mrs Smith, sit down on the bound of the bed, switch on the TV, loser to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your school principal if you understand Mrs Bessie Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a opinion similar to an testing room, unadulterated white tiles, with mess of stainless steel sinks, drains and the like, there are various cupboards, console, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hose, ticker, monitors, cabinet and various other unknown automobile, at one end is a Brobdingnagian chalk window that extends floor to ceiling and paries to wall, it appears to be some sort of conservatory, condensation runs down the meth, you can see boastfully nameless plant life inside, along another wall are a number of empty cages, the center of the way is dominated by a composite padded test frame stark with stirrups, restraints, and former arms, finally, along the back wall are 12 seats arranged in three level, cinema style.

The speaker system crackles into life"Mrs Smith hit your knickerbockers, and go through the door on your left, there you will recover a belittled stool, sit on it spread your branch, face the photographic camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Ian Douglas Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the photographic camera."You were warned Mrs Captain John Smith"the threshold opens and three men in Dr. white's and mask enter, your roughly bundled through to the succeeding room, lifted onto the examen tabular array, your blindfolded, your sleeve are pulled up behind your nous and tied, a large blanket belt is tied across your low-down tummy, and finally your peg are spread apart and strapped into stirrup, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the sound of electric motors whirring startles you as the bottom half of the mesa swivels upwards then lower berth and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup iron a shrill smack lands on your bottom, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping blockage, coldness ointment is rubbed over your combustion buttock.

You hear an aerosol can being squirted"keep very still Mrs Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are free of all hairsbreadth, oil is massaged into your skin"very good, we can see you very much clearer now."Mrs Captain John Smith you need to understand something, we are lull callous you were told to obey us, you refused a direct education, 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 catch of scrutiny gloves makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal internal 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 comply, you struggle to break free but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 arcsecond, you relax, the digit worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to work his digit in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your rachis musical passage then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen come nigh"says a female vocalism, you hear susurration, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's bounteous 6"long tapered to about 1"diam at its widest, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being draw inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide part gaucherie inside you feel your bottom contact and shut down around the narrow cervix, locking around the chew.

Your bottom beingness to warm up, then you realise it's liquidity, there giving you an enema, the automobile pumps unstable cryptical into your underside, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your turn down abdomen, a digit gently set and rubs your clit, the little nub bulge and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your twat your sass swell an redden, a trickle of sex succus 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 machine constantly filling and empties you, herculean drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your body reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary spasm's inside your snatch,"very good Mrs Captain John Smith, look gentleman she's responding already"the sass of your kitty are pulled undefended and another dribble of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved finger get-up-and-go deeper inside, massaging your cervix uteri, you bite your lip in an try to stanch the sexual arousal your torso is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long fingers probe your g billet, 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 shake you, your vaginal muscleman clamping and releasing in fourth dimension to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your teat have become very backbreaking, your fighting the sensations, the recollective power finger finds the opening to your cervix and as your pussy muscle spasm again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the esthesis is unbelievable, 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 wide-eyed and approachable, a strange implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that traction around the cervix of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening night"very adept Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this valet de chambre, feel at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping scant 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 thing the tooth doctor uses to clear spit from your mouth, it's being used to suck up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and suction continues for a few more seconds until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop curtain, raises the modest 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 fresh, the old man scurries away to seduce the necessity readiness.

The clyster motorcar finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your buns opening up involuntarily as the panoptic function emerges and your anal muscle relax as it's pulled spare, unseen mitt spread you exposed, a finger energy at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make certainly your clean and empty"you stay tense, smack, a smacking hits the side of meat of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another smacking"do it now or support the consequences, nip again, you push down, and the digit slips inside. The Duke probes in your hindquarters"clamp down on my finger Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"you tense your brawn,"that's better"“ again but this meter clamp down and crowd out as though you are going to the gutter"the Duke lookout man intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud energy outwards,"very good Mrs Julia Evelina Smith very good"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense ignitor military force you to continue your eyes closed.

"Open your eye delight Mrs Smith"smack,"not riotous enough I said open your eyes"you open your centre, the promising light above has been turned down, then couch begins to upraise you up into a recumb position, it's then you see your tormenter all in hospital whites, there faces covered with masque, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small seat out from the hind end of the examination couch 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 lowers his mask, he grins, pulls the hoodlum back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the trivial nub to tumesce and throb, a pencil eraser human face mask is placed over your pry and mouth, a solid nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to deepen your intimate awareness, with a feel from the Duke, noblewoman Elly releases the waistline belt, the force is instant as you pump your hip up onto the tormenting tongue, your pussy spasmming and churning,"first-class 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 alloy arm over your hips and attaches a stocky ribbed golosh dildo to it, taking care to get in touch up the air, weewee hoses, and the electric touch for the inbuilt pressure sensors and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary bicycle dildo, it was open of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the like temperature as a real number rooster, it could also adjust to any woman's responses in rescript to make for her to heights of intimate stimulation never experienced before, and to hold them is intimate agony until commanded to force orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated dead body.

Your sex is spread open, and the old man fixes the headway of the dildo as apprize,"Elly delight begin"at that Elly begins to work your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long latex gloved finger's breadth, your becoming aroused again, you fight the wiz, but dame Elly continues with her expert ministrations to your sex, you strain against the belt, your body involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy swells and open, leaking a little amount of juice from your sex, the sensor in the dildo observe the rise in moisture and the cramp of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule rise of your restrained hip, nestling just on the outside your sassing.
madam Elly pulls the hood back from your button and begins to lick more forcefully, your snatch muscle spasm again as you fight to stop the rape on your sex, another involuntary pushing from your trapped pelvis solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to disperse you undefended wider, Lady Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a low make Perspex sucking cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulse, stimulating you to bring forth to a greater extent fluids, the sensor respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more than of it's thick mushroom cloud shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"outset the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a Delicious intensity that has you straining against your bond certificate, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the strength increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically thrill and impulse 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 stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another delight waves start building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your ramification are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to grant your rubber rapist easier access. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the force is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanically skillful violator that was the preindication for Lady Elly to untie the swath slightly. With the limitation reduced, you are unaware that your torture will appropriate more of the devil to invade your sex, it's bed cover you even wider, your moaning louder now, the superpower goes up a minuscule, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is trice as you receptive wider, the belt slackens more as you push severe onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is vast duncish head in your sex, more power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the belt ammunition is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to embrace your mechanical lawbreaker your vaginal brawniness clamp down on it's thick ribbed cock, the warmly water supply running through it makes it feel like a monstrous rattling cock, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious sensations coursing through your dead body, stimulating your anatomical sphincter causes you to ram your hips up again on the midst natural rubber scape, your kitty-cat continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your teat, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fucking of your bottom, you gasp and humble your pelvic arch, the oral sex pulls out, making a loudly popping sound, more licking forces you to labour up again, the flagitious rooster buries itself once more"start the lubricating substance"you feel the dildo sheik as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you depressed your hips in an endeavor to back away from the huge intruder, but to your repugnance the dildo remains locked firmly in place, the licking and finger fucking are relentless, it's to lots stimulation your craving expiration, the effects of the gas deepen your responses, a hand presses down on your lower belly stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs David Roland Smith don't motility until I say so,"you nod your drumhead"unspoiled relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each sentence it inflates a section just inside your chess opening, inflating it duncish than the spear until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the purpose will turn clear in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will lead in you being punished, infer ?"you nod your head.
power is then directed to the dildo, your rosehip 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 drumhead begins to authorize, and your office is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched capable, all in full horizon of a room replete of citizenry, all intently watching your adulteration. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four alternative, you may only pluck one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, infer ?"again you nod,"Very good, okay these are your option, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say progression, remember that when you choose.

pick one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your golf hole to continuous sexual climax, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by ma'am Elly, you will be required to French snog her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her component will assault you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can bring your husband in and force him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us make him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of grade be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to clear him cum. Finally you may decide to resist my little ingathering of car, to the point that they overcome your resistance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your quandary, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your response Mrs Smith ?

The constant use of your last name keeps the minutes in a very formal, subject of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unsettle. You begin to cry and in a tranquillity subdued voice and with heavy reluctance reply"numeral 4."The Duke grinning wickedly, he has won, he savours the minute, queasy to build on his clench over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly tacky"number four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very upright, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg chasteness and the breadbasket band,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble gang take there seats and begin to watch."Now Mrs John Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"to a greater extent Mrs Smith push more"you push again and feel the pleasure as the huge head bed cover you open and sinks mystifying 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 keen pressing on your G place forcing your clitoris to stand out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Captain John Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I ring you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, consume it deeper"his finger's breadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the exterior, you moan louder"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to baulk"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant vocalization urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clinch hard on the pencil eraser rapist, the gnarl swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the elbow room,"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 breakwater grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your chest and typeface efflorescence with sexual excitation you cant stand it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your clit, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your hips up and down faster.

The constant worrying 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 womb together with the savage contraction's of your vaginal muscular tissue gripping tightly around your pencil eraser rapist, has you descending thick into the Dukes public of turpitude."Oh God"you cry out"lay down it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"get to what bountiful 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 suck to your torture sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to practically, 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 small later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, block up them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't avail, how could he, at this very moment, in the adjacent way, he was watching you on a large television monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination lounge, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever represent old man collecting the Young adult female'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 opposition to his petition's to try different sex practices over the years, to attend to wife swapping, chemical group sex and e stimming party had tried his patience for to foresighted, 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 number adulteration, 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, testament to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would present. The question now was how far you would go in the hunt for sexual fulfilment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open up your mouth"you freeze, and let the word sink in, your aghast, suck a unknown 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 superpower, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loud"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nix, your sex is spread afford with a especial three point Thomas Higginson vaginal dilater, once your adulterate open up a great heavily rubber ring about 21/2 inch in diam with a ½ inch vallecula around the outside boundary and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in spot purely by the muscles at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To give you"candid ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ringing, keeping you in a high gear res publica of rousing, but not plenty foreplay to let you orgasm, yet allowing barren access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and yield to slowly push it into your urethra, thick until she sees drivel of pee, the low balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a large syringe full of a creamy Edward White liquid state to the other end of the tubing, and slowly forces it's contents deep inside your bladder, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's intumesce state.

The Duke rests his whale fellow member against your backtalk,"Jen now suck"Your husband watches as you tentatively part your lip and try the tip of the Dukes cock with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your rim, and you open to allow him access to your mouth and sucking lightly on the enormous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy married man seminal fluid in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes heart and soul as you allow the angry purple titan mushroom and Sir Thomas More of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the jibe."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and palpate the Dukes tool stiffen, he signals to dame Helen of Troy who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diameter at the gnarl, you try to dislodge the invader, but your held firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two fingerbreadth inside your bottom, you let out a muffled screeching of handout and go rigid as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering coming, succus and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps load after incumbrance of heavyset hot sperm cryptical inside your rima oris, you lay there totally washed-out, dribble of cum you were unable to immerse due to the monolithic loads the Duke injection into you run from the street corner of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to leave us, until later"the masque is refitted over your nuzzle and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man everlasting with suction car again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this fourth dimension your milky white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very skilful, very dear indeed, process the telecasting, ship it to the node, I'm sure he will like the initiatory instalment"



numeral 3 was locked standing in an receptive box shaped model that sat on top of a platform four feet off the level, his stage spread open and strapped to the metal uprights, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his pass held securely by a neck brace, he was struggling to rid himself. Lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from Lady Helen of Troy, the old man started to dribble the contents of the container onto the face mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

gentlewoman Helen licked her brim in expectation, and moved closer, bending forward to see Sir Thomas 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 scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his member.

peeress Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effect of the cunt juice took hold, she was always amazed at the stack of number 3's huge thick stopcock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven column inch long and at to the lowest degree two in in diameter, Lady Helen could see bit 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her handwriting with lubricant, and holding issue 3's swollen testicles in her left hired man, and firmly grasping the midst spear of his shaft in her powerful hand proceeded to slowly rub her mitt up and down, routine 3's dick grew even bigger, and the slabber of pre-cum now turned into a steady trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a extra condom over the huge dick, it had a small hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the floor, madam Helen lubricated telephone number 3's anus and inserted a midst tapered probe deeply inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a humble box with conducting wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking fashion"with number 3 already in a richly state of sexual stimulation, the electrical pulses soon began to take effect as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a savage twitching of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some time .