Grange Hall

Grange G. Stanley Hall, the patrimonial home base of Earl Brudenell is a OK example of a late 16th century area estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by potentiality Brown, nestling six land mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this long time"Game and Country Fair"a gathering of knight aficionado's, fisher, Orion, falconers, gun dog owner, and farmers alike, not the repair of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree hugger's and fox lovers, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuance catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a margin paries and set in the heart of Rockingham woodland, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the Second Earl of Guilford, Wakerly Great Sir Henry Wood on the South and eastern United States aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the local anesthetic"Redkite's"were loose to wander it's secret charms. A secluded station, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the splendid ornate wrought iron gates, sitting at the end of a long twist, tree lined boulevard.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private someone, shunning publicity, but sharing his Passion of Christ for the countryside, and subject area wiliness pastime, indeed his bowed stringed instrument of"hunting watch"testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most strange for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and allow access to the solid ground, this being the first time they had ever been open to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the great foyer and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of cunning stalls with your married man. A full programme of events from clay pigeon shooting, to fly molding and fishing techniques, show jumping and dog scramble, keeping you occupied all day, with so a great deal to see and time running out husband suggested that you book of account for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to see 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 tag windowpane, or see the untested girl behind the desk being ushered away, her space taken by a dark looking old man dressed in countryside garb, unadulterated with knee knee breeches and Deer stalker hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm duty tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the lowest duty tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the main menage to see if you can link up the tour that started five bit ago"you pondered for a few bit, Grange would not be open again for a yearn time, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a fine art and ceramic collection, not to mention one of the okay collections of orchidaceous plant and tropical plants in the nation, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now cognizant you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's hunky-dory"you reply.

The man busied himself on the phone, after a legal brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a prominent red x on the reverse side and refusing your endeavour to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there tour of duty has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the back of the cakes stand, through the little gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the stalls, the main door is around the corner to your right, someone will be there to match you, love your visit"

Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the ancestral home of Earl Brudenell is a all right example of a late 16th century state estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capability Brown, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this years"Game and Country funfair"a gathering of knight aficionado's, fisherman, hunter, falconers, gun dog owner, and farmers alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox lover, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pastime catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter wall and set in the affection of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the Union, Wakerly Great Wood on the Confederacy and due east aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the topical anaesthetic"Redkite's"were complimentary to wander it's private charm. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only approachable by the magnificent ornate wrought iron Gates, sitting at the end of a foresightful winding, tree diagram lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private individual, shunning packaging, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field craft chase, indeed his string of"hunting watch"testament to his dedication to tradition.

It was most strange for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and allow approach to the grounds, this being the first metre they had ever been open to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the great hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craft carrel with your husband. A full computer programme of issue from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing technique, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so a lot to see and metre running out husband suggested that you ledger 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 place taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside attire, terminated with human knee knickerbockers and Deer sneak hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last go and unfortunately it's entire, but if you want, I can ring the principal sign to see if you can bring together the tour that started five instant ago"you pondered for a few consequence, Grange would not be open again for a long metre, if ever, and it was rumoured to experience a delicately art and ceramic collection, not to cite one of the hunky-dory collections of orchidaceous plant and tropical plants in the country, something you didn't want to overlook, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's amercement"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 ticket, putting a large red x on the reverse incline and refusing your try to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there spell has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round out the rachis of the cake stall, through the small logic gate beside the maze, it will charter you up past the horse barn, the briny doorway is around the corner to your right, individual will be there to match you, enjoy your sojourn"

Thanking the man for his sort efforts, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to say husband of the alteration of plans, only to be frustrated by a flat 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 recover yourself in the sunlit stable G, there were stalls on three sides almost of them were empty, as the Equus caballus were out on a mark state event, all except one, a royal looking chestnut tree stallion, standing at least 16 hands to the shoulder, and unusually for a buck it had piercing blue eyes, the public figure photographic plate on the stable said"the Tempter"you move closer and sacrifice it's muzzle a in effect scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for Thomas More aid, searching through your bag you are rewarded to find a thermionic valve of"Polo Mints"a favourite of any Equus caballus, holding the lot on the flat of you hired hand, Satan's scratchy tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

"Not looking to slip him are you ?"asks a firm, rather well educated vox, turning, you see an elegantly dressed very attractive womanhood 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 enlistment"you bollix up for the ticket, the elegant lady accepts it in here well manicured hired man and studies the contingent her oculus widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I'm ma'am Helen of Troy, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Bessie Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the Logos out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured helping hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but stiff than you thought necessary."You like my horse cavalry"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding representative said"well then Jan Bessie Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The theatre was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew trappings, thick carpets, there were paintings galore, display cases filled with all way of antique jewellery, punishing velvet mantle, plush couches and tardily chairperson,"there are 35 room in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the go in the armoury, at the bit there in the walled garden, admiring my orchid collection, we have developed new pains, 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 most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit program library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a small silver buzzer, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a ash grey tray"blackthorn wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very ripe"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very gravid glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

15 minuets and two very large glasses of blackthorn wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the land site of main party."Damn it"said dame Helen. The master political party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about LX or so citizenry queuing in the principal entranceway, to access the great Asaph Hall, program library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a small side room access"we'll take a short cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit nail down circular Harlan Stone staircase, the ever lay out old man close behind, at the bottom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a sound oak doorway, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't feel the hypodermic needle in your second joint, you continue through into the wine wine cellar, you begin to finger strange, unfirm, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the auditory sensation of Lady Helen stiletto heel heel skid reverberated on the old gemstone storey,"are you alright Mrs David Roland Smith"your aware that the Dukes married woman is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat upstage, your eyes begin to droop as your vision blur, arms encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lowers you to the floor.

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

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Herbert A. Simon Atkinson the Earls acres manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the former employees, a wolf of a man with an wickedness mind and a cryptical disregard for fair sex, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employ means we use for perfunctory labourers, refinement, only been in the country a week,"gens"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, free-swimming, no home in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the authority tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a substitute, that will discombobulate them, she wont be missed for a farseeing time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her educate and we'll have a undecomposed feel 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 female child, the huge prominence in Atty's pant, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to derive,"where are we with regard to the metalworker woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to land her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the way"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private one-fourth to study the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little market townsfolk of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small coffee workshop in the grocery store public square, spilling the contents of your handbag across the flooring. The Earl most excusatory for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the contents, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the detail, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your organic structure feels like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Joseph Smith"your optic begin to focus on your milieu as you try to sit up, but patois"Mrs Smith"the instant voice continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs Smith"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes married woman.

You try to focus on your surroundings but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the spiritual domain bonds that are attached to your radiocarpal joint and ankles,"Mrs smith"a much sterner phonation dictation"“ hold back it now, I order you to hold back"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a sharp slap on the side of the cheek, you immediately hold on,"much better Mrs Smith, We don't want to injure you Thomas More than is necessary, but you need to understand a few affair.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! read your predicament, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to help you, we have your husband, he is completely incapacitated, heavily sedated, he will ride out like that until such prison term as we wish, he will remember goose egg of his time as our guest, however the Saame can't be said for you."

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

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for calendar month, the veil cameras all over your theatre gave us a lot of entropy, your the like dislikes and of course of instruction your sexual"pursuit"We've seen inside your top draftsman, your old Polaroid bondage painting, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense assistance in this most interest aspect of your persona, we are particularly interested in your intimate illusion, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in great 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 observe if you're prevarication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, I am going to remove your restraints, keep perfectly still and until you hear me narrate you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the room, you hear the doorway close and the whorl bout, you wait for an timeless existence 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 modest room, no Windows, the single bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a lowly sink, with a bathroom locker above and cupboard below, in the nook side by side to a single closet, a flat concealment tv set on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only other features were two threshold, one either end of the room.

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

The TV picture shows a sentiment similar to an test way, consummate white tiles, with raft of chromium steel blade cesspit, drains and the like, there are various closet, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, monitors, console and versatile other unknown machines, at one end is a huge trash windowpane that extends storey to ceiling and wall to fence in, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, capsule runs down the glass, you can see declamatory unidentified plants inside, along another paries are a figure of empty cages, the centre of the way is dominated by a coordination compound padded scrutiny lounge gross with stirrups, restraints, and early branch, finally, along the back wall are 12 seats arranged in three grade, film style.

The speaker crackles into life"Mrs Smith hit your knickerbockers, and go through the door on your left hand, there you will find a small stool, sit on it distribute your ramification, face the cameras and knock off your sex, do it now."

You listen in incredulity"I said do it now ! Mrs David Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your rachis on the photographic camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the room access opens and three men in Doctors white's and masquerade party enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your blazon are pulled up behind your header and tied, a large wide whack is tied across your lower tummy, and finally your pegleg are fan out apart and strapped into stapes, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knee breeches are cut away, the strait of electric motors whirring jump you as the bottom half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup iron a piercing flavour lands on your bottom, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping Chicago, frigidness ointment is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"hold back very still Mrs Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair's-breadth, oil is massaged into your scrape"very good, we can see you often unclouded now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are unruffled callous you were told to obey us, you refused a organise program line, you failed to follow, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a small nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped bass inside, the snap of test boxing glove makes you tense up."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal internal push out as though you are going to the sewer, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to comply, you struggle to break spare but to no service, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you puff, he begins to solve his digit in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your backbone transit then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen come in stuffy"says a female person part, you hear rustling, then something else pushing at your fanny, this time it's vainglorious 6"long tapered to about 1"diam at its widest, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diam, with a"T"bar on the end to block off it from being puff inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide part elusion inside you feel your stern contact and close around the minute neck, locking around the hype.

Your bottom being to warm up, then you realise it's liquid state, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps fluid deeply into your tush, distending your breadbasket, hands massage and puzzle out your humble abdomen, a finger gently rope and rubs your clit, the little nub intumescency and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex fingerbreadth slowly rub up and down your scratch your sass swell an redden, a trickle of sex succus runs out of you, the fingerbreadth slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscles around your debaucher, the machine constantly filling and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very undecomposed Mrs Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the back talk of your pussy are pulled open and another trickle of cleaning lady juice runs out, the latex paint gloved finger thrust bass inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an endeavour to stem the intimate rousing your trunk is beginning to exhibit.

The Duke continues to wank you, he is an expert, his farsighted fingers probe your g patch, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the adept probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in clip to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your tit have become very hard, your fighting the superstar, the farseeing index finger finds the possible action to your cervix uteri and as your pussy spasms again it begins to storm it's way inside your womb, the sensation is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger's breadth is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it chink open holding you wide-eyed and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that handle around the neck of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly force towards your vaginal opening"very just Mrs Smith, very skillful indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, facial expression at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use figure 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the tooth doctor uses to unclutter 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 sucking continues for a few Sir Thomas More mo until the helper satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the humble 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 novel, the old man scurries away to stool the necessary preparations.

The enema machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the extensive piece emerges and your anal musculus relax as it's pulled free, unobserved manpower spread you unresolved, a finger pushes at your backside, you go rigid"relax Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith I'm going to make sure your clean and empty"you stay tense, hell dust, a smacking hits the side of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my digit and thrust yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or suffer the upshot, smooch again, you push down, and the digit slips inside. The Duke investigation in your tush"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your musculus,"that's better"“ again but this metre clamp down and push out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud pushing outwards,"very good Mrs metalworker very good"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense ignitor force out you to sustain your eyes closed.

"Open your heart delight Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"smack,"not fast enough I said open your eyes"you open your eyes, the bright Light Within above has been turned down, then couch Begin to raise you up into a repose position, it's then you see your teaser all in infirmary E. B. White, there faces covered with masquerade, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a pocket-sized keister out from the buns of the interrogatory couch and lowers the bottom half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lowers his masque, he grins, pulls the hoodlum back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the fiddling nub to tumesce and throb, a pencil eraser face mask is placed over your nose and mouth, a secure nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to rise your sexual awareness, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waist smash, the event is instantaneous as you pump your articulatio coxae up onto the tormenting spit, your pussy spasmming and churning,"fantabulous 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 lilt a flexible metallic element arm over your pelvic arch and attaches a loggerheaded ribbed natural rubber dildo to it, taking guardianship to connect up the air, water hoses, and the electric touch for the inherent pressure sensors and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had quick body of water running through it, at exactly the Lapplander temperature as a existent cock, it could also adjust to any char's responses in edict to bring her to heights of intimate stimulation never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual agony until commanded to force orgasm's from there tied and over induce torso.

Your sex is spread head candid, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as apprise,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to lap your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long latex gloved fingerbreadth, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but Lady Elly continues with her expert relief to your sex, you strain against the belt, your eubstance involuntarily responding to the licking natural language, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a little amount of succus from your sex, the detector in the dildo notice the rise in moisture and the muscle spasm of your vagina, and as programme it pushes very slightly forward in reply to the miniscule rise of your restrained hip, nestling just on the outside your brim.
Lady Elly pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to cream more forcefully, your pussy muscle spasm again as you fight to block the assault on your sex, another nonvoluntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to overspread you undetermined wider, gentlewoman Elly pulls the hood of your button back whilst she attaches a little make Perspex sucking cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulant whole, simultaneously a vacuum ticker sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a dense rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce Thomas More fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more than of it's thick mushroom shaped straits, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start 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 luscious intensity that has you straining against your James Bond, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the loudness increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically throb and pulse in sentence with the estim, very shortly you feel the itch to labor your pelvic girdle up and down in metre with the pulse and electric stimulant of your sex, you sigh as another pleasance waves starting building, the dildo forces itself a small deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself across-the-board to countenance your rubber rapist promiscuous entree. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the index is increased, you groan and again campaign against your mechanical violator that was the sign for Lady Elly to loosen the belt slightly. With the limitation reduced, you are unaware that your straining will allow more of the devil to invade your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the might goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the force on your sex is blink of an eye as you open wider, the belt slackens more as you push punishing onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge loggerheaded head in your sex, Sir Thomas More powerfulness and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the smash is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to espouse your mechanical violator your vaginal muscular tissue clamp down on it's thick ribbed gibe, the ardent water running through it makes it finger like a monstrous very shaft, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious sensations coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to drive your pelvic girdle up again on the thick rubber shaft, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"to a greater extent"whisper the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fuck of your prat, you gasp and lower your hips, the head pulls out, making a flash popping sound, more licking forcefulness you to push up again, the monstrous cock buries itself once more"start the lubricating substance"you feel the dildo swell as warmly fluid is wired deep into your sex, you let down your hips in an attempt to plump for away from the huge intruder, but to your revulsion the dildo remains mesh firmly in place, the licking and finger shag are relentless, it's to a lot stimulus your craving press release, the personal effects of the gas intensify your response, a hand presses down on your grim abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your top dog"serious relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to quiver, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the shaft until it's the size of it 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 following 24 60 minutes, the use will suit enlighten in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
office is then directed to the dildo, your pelvis slowly begin to oppose to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas mask is removed, your head begins to clear, and your spot is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched out-of-doors, all in broad survey of a room full of multitude, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choices, you may only pick one, once your pick is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very good, alright these are your choice, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say onward motion, remember that when you choose.

pick one, you can elect to accept the old men suck and fuck you in all your gob to continuous orgasms, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to French kiss her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her part will violate you with a Brobdingnagian strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple coming. Three, we can bring your husband in and wedge him to find out you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us gain him do sex human activity with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may decide to resist my little ingathering of machines, 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 answer Mrs Smith ?

The constant 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 placid subdued voice and with dandy hesitation reply"number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the here and now, anxious to construct on his wait over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant take heed you,"you reply slightly flash"routine four"“ again louder"“ act four,"“ figure four,"laughs the Duke,"very well, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tummy band,"lie still don't move until told, empathise ?"you nod your school principal. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the tack crew take there tail and begin to check."Now Mrs Joseph Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick drumhead,"more Mrs Joseph Smith push to a greater extent"you push again and feel the pleasure as the Brobdingnagian head spreads you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, more moans as the dildo nautical mile expands even more, putting keen pressure on your G bit forcing your clit to stand out even further"That's it, very good Mrs David Smith, or now that were more familiarize, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? thrust for me Jen, choose it deeper"his finger straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan cheap"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the construction sensations the but the incessant vocalization itch you on"Sir Thomas More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber rapist, the knot swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two in, total on button harder, you strain your pelvis up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that blabbermouth fluttering in your groin grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your chest of drawers and face flush with intimate exhilaration you cant brook 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 perpetual badgering to your sex has built your arousal to a tier 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 muscles gripping tightly around your rubber raper, has you descending deeply into the Dukes world of depravation."Oh God"you cry out"make it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make what large Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke peak, 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 twisting sex has you panting for acquittance, and it's proving to much, your body is producing copious amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we lay off and resume a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, break them ! I can't supporter 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 contiguous room, he was watching you on a magnanimous television monitoring device, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examen couch, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the untested woman's juices, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the provoker of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his request's to try different sex exercise over the years, to attend wife swapping, chemical group sex and e stimming political 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 couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your total debasement, he revelled in your shout for helper, 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 posit. The interrogative sentence now was how far you would go in the lookup for sexual fulfilment. What else will you pass on to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your mouth"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers cock, never, you clamp your mouth shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the power, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a flashy"pop"everything else stops ! no foreplay, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread unfastened with a special three point Higginsons vaginal dilater, once your load spread out a large hard rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ inch channel around the outside border and resembling a halo is push into the entryway of your sex, held in place purely by the muscles at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To have got you"open up ”, forcing your sex to contract bridge onto the halo, keeping you in a senior high school state of rousing, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free entree to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and take to slowly energy it into your urethra, recondite until she sees dribble of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a declamatory syringe broad of a creamy blanched liquid to the other end of the vacuum tube, and slowly military group it's contents deep inside your vesica, she places her digit inside your sex, and nods in approving 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 swollen state.

The Duke rests his giant star extremity against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your husband vigil as you tentatively portion your lips and try out the tip of the Dukes dick with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to allow him admission to your mouth and suck lightly on the tremendous head word,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy husband cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes marrow as you allow the tempestuous purpleness monster mushroom-shaped cloud and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your question up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes hammer stiffen, he signals to peeress Helen of Troy who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his screw pacing, 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 inches in diam at the knot, you try to reposition the invader, but your held business firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a muffled howler of firing and go rigid as your pushed over the border into a monumental shattering climax, succus and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke ticker encumbrance after warhead of thick hot spermatozoan rich inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, dribbles of cum you were unable to swallow due to the monolithic loads the Duke jibe into you run from the niche of your mouth."Jen it's metre for you to go forth us, until later"the masquerade party is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man fill in with sucking machine again removes all shadow of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky lily-white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very honest indeed, summons the TV, charge it to the client, I'm sure he will like the foremost instalment"

Grange Hall

Chapter Two

Number 3 was locked standing in an undefendable box shaped framework that sat on top of a political program four feet off the floor, his branch spread undefendable and strapped to the alloy upright piano, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his principal held securely by a cervix yoke, he was struggling to disembarrass himself. Lady Helen of Troy had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from Lady Helen, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the fount masquerade party until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling physical body of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

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

Lady Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the snatch juice took hold, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's huge thick hammer as it slowly grew until it was some eleven in long and at least two column inch in diameter, peeress Helen could see phone number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding number 3's swollen testicles in her lead manus, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his cock in her justly hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, number 3's cock grew even bigger, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a steady trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special prophylactic over the vast cock, it had a minuscule hosiery fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a big specimen bottle sitting on the story, Lady Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe mystifying inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a lowly box with wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking modality"with number 3 already in a high country of sexual stimulation, the electrical pulse rate soon began to take effect as he began to pump spurt after spirt of cum and pre-cum into the bottleful, each spurt accompanied by a brute vellication of his tool as his anal muscularity kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of act 3 would continue for some time.

Thanking the man for his kind elbow grease, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to tell hubby of the modification of plan, only to be frustrated by a vapid battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in peculiar, I'll grab up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly feel yourself in the sunlit stable railway yard, there were stall on three English nearly of them were empty, as the horse were out on a Cross rural area outcome, all except one, a majestic looking chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 workforce to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blasphemous oculus, the name home on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and consecrate it's muzzle a good scraping, your rewarded by it pushing you paw for more tending, searching through your purse you are rewarded to notice a vacuum tube of"Polo stack"a darling of any horse, holding the mints on the flat of you deal, Lucifer's harsh tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

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

You feel your face getting redder with superfluity"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you fumble for the slate, the elegant lady accepts it in here well manicured handwriting and studies the item her heart widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I'm peeress Helen of Troy, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the language out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to play you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured mitt in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought requirement."You like my horse cavalry"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding voice said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The sign was beautiful, high ornate plaster ceilings, Yew furnishing, thick carpeting, there were paintings galore, display cases filled with all manner of passe jewellery, heavy velvet curtains, plush couch and easy chairs,"there are 35 elbow room in the household"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armoury, at the moment there in the palisade garden, admiring my orchid collecting, we have developed new air, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a well-read smell 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 program library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a little silver bell, a manservant appears carrying a lechatelierite decanter on a silver tray"blackthorn vino ?"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 glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very turgid spectacles of Sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the recess to the Great hall, you're greeted by the site of master party."Damn it"said Lady Helen. The briny political party had returned early from the indoor garden, there are now about sixty or so hoi polloi queuing in the main entryway, to access the great hall, library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a small incline door"we'll take a short cut, mind the footstep"with that you follow her down the dimly lit contract circular stone staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the bum lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a sonorous oak door, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't sense the subcutaneous phonograph needle in your second joint, you continue through into the wine cellar, you begin to finger strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more raw as the sound of Lady Helens spike heel shoe reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds holler and somewhat remote, your eyes begin to droop as your sight blurs, subdivision encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lowers you to the trading floor.

You didn't see the limp form of the young female child from the ticket booth being carried into the backside of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the response from Simon Atkinson the Earls estate handler, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a creature of a man with an evil mind and a deep neglect for cleaning woman, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that exercise authority we use for free-and-easy manual laborer, polish, only been in the country a week,"epithet"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"undivided, uncommitted, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the bureau tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a renewal, that will shed them, she wont be missed for a retentive time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her get up and we'll have a good look at her later, then we can determine on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to savour what was in entrepot for the Danton True Young young lady, the huge bulge in Atty's pant, dwarfed only by the grotesque fiend concealed within the Earls pant, will of what was to descend,"where are we with esteem to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to take her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her file cabinet on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the elbow room"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his individual fourth to study the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for workweek, ever since he noticed you shopping in the fiddling market place Town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"gibbosity into you as you left the lowly burnt umber shop in the market lame, spilling the table of contents of your handbag across the floor. The Earl about apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to recollect the contents, picking up your driving permit he quickly scanned and memorised the point, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs metalworker"can you try me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel soul shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body spirit like a ton weight, you vision blurred and fuzzy,"Mrs Smith"your centre begin to focalize on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but chamfer"Mrs Smith"the instant spokesperson continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs Smith"you recognise the spokesperson as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focalize on your surroundings but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the spiritual domain bond paper that are attached to your wrists and articulatio talocruralis,"Mrs John Smith"a a lot sterner spokesperson statement"“ stop it now, I lodge you to block off"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a sharp slap on the side of the face, you immediately break off,"much better Mrs Smith, We don't want to hurt you more than is necessary, but you need to understand a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! Understand your predicament, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to help you, we have your hubby, he is completely lost, heavily sedated, he will stick around like that until such time as we wish, he will retrieve goose egg of his time as our Edgar Albert Guest, however the same can't be said for you."

"We will embark on a syllabus of"readjusting your percept of what is, or is not pattern, we will keep in line you physically, mentally you are going to fight us, our method acting will leave you no choice, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs Smith in eccentric your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the obscure photographic camera all over your house gave us a lot of information, your like dislikes and of course your sexual"stake"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid slavery pictures, the toys."

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

"Mrs Smith, I am going to remove your simplicity, proceed perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a sign from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the way, you hear the door close and the ignition lock turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the bulwark"very good Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith you learn quickly, absent the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small room, no windows, the bingle bed you had been tied to was on the back bulwark, a small sink, with a bathroom storage locker above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a one press, a monotonous screen television on the rampart opposite the bed completing the sparse, trappings, the only former lineament were two doors, one either end of the room.

A minuscule speaker crackled into life-time,"I think it's time we made a start Mrs metalworker, sit down on the sharpness of the bed, tack on the TV, loser to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a view standardised to an scrutiny room, consummate Edward White tiles, with lots of stainless steel sinks, drain and the like, there are various cupboard, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, monitor, console table and various other unknown motorcar, at one end is a Brobdingnagian ice window that extends floor to ceiling and wall to palisade, it appears to be some sort of conservatory, condensation runs down the glass, you can see large unidentified plants inside, along another wall are a phone number of hollow cages, the centre of the room is dominated by a complex padded examination cast utter with stirrups, restraints, and other arm, finally, along the rachis wall are 12 seats arranged in three tiers, celluloid style.

The speaker crackles into life story"Mrs Smith remove your knickers, and go through the threshold on your left, there you will find a small potty, sit on it spread your wooden leg, face the tv camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Bessie Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your book binding on the television camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door surface and three men in Doctor of the Church white's and masquerade enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your drumhead and tied, a large panoptic knock is tied across your blue tum, and finally your branch are bedcover apart and strapped into stapes, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the sound of electric motors whirring jump you as the bottom one-half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup iron a precipitous slap lands on your bottom, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your prat is burning as the slapping continues, your call, the slapping arrest, common cold ointment is rubbed over your burn cheeks.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"hold on very still Mrs David Roland Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are destitute of all hair, oil is massaged into your scramble"very good, we can see you much unclouded now."Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith you need to realise something, we are quiet indurate 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 schnoz is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped inscrutable inside, the snap of interrogation gloves makes you strain."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal retentive intimate button out as though you are going to the pot, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to follow, you struggle to break free but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 instant, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to work his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your gage passage then suddenly the finger's breadth is gone.

Your nerve are spread again,"gentlemen come snug"says a distaff vocalization, you hear whispering, then something else pushing at your posterior, this time it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its full, then quickly reducing in size of it to less than ½ diam, with a"T"bar on the end to terminate it from being trace inside you, your anal retentive muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide of the mark function mooring inside you feel your bottom link and close around the narrow-minded cervix, locking around the plug.

Your bottom existence to warm up, then you realise it's liquidity, there giving you an enema, the machine ticker liquid bass into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your depressed belly, a finger's breadth gently circles and rubs your clit, the little nub gibbousness and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex paint finger slowly rub up and down your scratch your lips swell an redden, a trickle of sex juice runs out of you, the finger's breadth slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscles around your law offender, the automobile constantly filling and empties you, potent drugs and pheromones designed to sharpen your bodies reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your repulsion you feel more than nonvoluntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very good Mrs Smith, look valet she's responding already"the sass of your pussy are pulled open and another dribble of womanhood succus runs out, the latex gloved fingerbreadth button cryptical inside, massaging your neck, you bite your lip in an try to stanch the sexual arousal your consistency is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his prospicient fingers probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the delight rises as the expert probing of the Dukes digit continues to have you, your vaginal muscularity clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your pap have become very hard, your fighting the sensations, the long index number finger finds the opening to your neck and as your purulent spasms again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the whizz is incredible, zero 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 undefendable holding you astray and accessible, a unknown implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that handle around the cervix of your uterine cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly draw towards your vaginal opening"very good Mrs smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, look at the amount of succus running from her snatch, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean and jerk her up, compile it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the dentist uses to readable saliva from your mouth, it's being used to suck up the succus both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and suck continues for a few more seconds until the supporter satisfied he had collected every fall, raises the small container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very antiphonal, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to name the requisite preparation.

The enema machine finally empties you, the quid being eased out, your tail end opening up involuntarily as the widest part emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled innocent, unseen men spread you open, a finger pushes at your behind, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to micturate sure your clean and vacate"you stay tense, smack, a slap hits the incline of your grimace"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and button yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or bear the consequences, tang again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke investigation in your bottom"clamp down on my fingerbreadth Mrs Smith"you tense your heftiness,"that's better"“ again but this prison term clamp down and crowd out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke lookout intently as you strain against his fingerbreadth, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very practiced Mrs Smith very adept"the finger withdraws.

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

"Open your heart delight Mrs Smith"hell dust,"not fasting enough I said unfold your eyes"you open your eyes, the shining light above has been turned down, then couch Menachem Begin to raise you up into a repose posture, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital whites, there faces covered with masquerade, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a minor seat out from the tail end of the examen couch and lowers the fundament half so that your completely exposed"picket him Mrs David Roland 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 tumesce and throb, a rubber facial expression mask is placed over your nose and mouth, a impregnable nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your intimate consciousness, with a looking at from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waistline belted ammunition, the effect is instant as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting tongue, your kitty spasmming and churning,"splendid answer ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swings a pliable metal arm over your hip joint and attaches a duncical ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking upkeep to connect up the air, water system hoses, and the electrical contacts for the inbuilt pressure sensors and electric stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had warmly body of water running through it, at exactly the Saami temperature as a literal cock, it could also conform to any char's reception in parliamentary law to bring her to heights of sexual stimulant never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual torture until commanded to force orgasm's from there tied and over brace physical structure.

Your sex is outspread open, and the old man fixes the fountainhead of the dildo as learn,"Elly delight set about"at that Elly begins to lick your clitoris, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long latex paint gloved finger's breadth, your becoming aroused again, you fight the adept, but Lady Elly continues with her expert relief to your sex, you strain against the swath, your consistency involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy fashion plate and open, leaking a small amount of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo find the rise in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as programme it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule ascent of your intimidate pelvic girdle, nestling just on the outside your back talk.
peeress Elly pulls the cowl back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy spasms again as you fight to parry the assault on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you open wider, Lady Elly pulls the goon of your clit back whilst she attaches a small open Perspex suck cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual arousal building block, simultaneously a vacuity pump sucks your clitoris inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to give rise Thomas More fluids, the sensor respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more of it's thick mushroom shaped capitulum, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clitoris that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the vividness growth, and relaxing as it drops away, the sucking has been set to rhythmically throb and pulse rate in clock time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to promote your pelvis up and down in time with the impulse and electric stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves scratch line building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stapes you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself all-embracing to allow your rubber raper promiscuous entree. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the mogul is increased, you groan and again tug against your mechanical ravisher that was the augury for Lady Elly to relax the swath slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will allow more of the freak to invade your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the ability goes up a minuscule, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instant as you open wider, the belt slackens More as you push harder onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge thick foreland in your sex, Sir Thomas More power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the swath is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your coxa up to embrace your mechanical violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's compact ribbed shaft, the quick water running through it makes it feel like a grotesque real cock, Lady Elly slips her fingerbreadth deep into your anus, adding to the delicious champion coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to pressure your hips up again on the thick golosh dig, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking succus like never before"More"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the pace of the finger fucking of your bottom, you gasp and glower your pelvis, the head pulls out, making a loud popping sound, more defeat forces you to push up again, the monstrous cock buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as quick fluid is wired deep into your sex, you low your rosehip in an endeavour to back away from the huge interloper, but to your horror the dildo remains lock up firmly in piazza, the licking and finger screw are relentless, it's to a good deal arousal your craving release, the essence of the gas enhance your responses, a helping hand presses down on your low abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't movement until I say so,"you nod your straits"in effect relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each meter it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the shaft until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer sizing of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to enlarge you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hour, the purpose will become all the way in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
superpower is then directed to the dildo, your hip joint slowly begin to react to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas masque is removed, your head begins to light up, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched give, all in full view of a room full of people, all intently watching your degradation. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four alternative, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, realise ?"again you nod,"Very in force, alright these are your pick, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are felicitous with your, shall we say progression, think of that when you choose.

choice one, you can elect to receive the old men suck and fuck you in all your maw to continuous orgasms, you will be forced to eat up there cum. Two, you will be seduced by ma'am Elly, you will be required to Gallic snog her and eat her slit to orgasm, she for her parting will break you with a immense strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasm. Three, we can convey your husband in and force him to learn you, whilst we have him tied and you will follow us make him perform sex routine with gay men, we will of path be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to pass water him cum. Finally you may decide to withstand my petty collecting of machines, to the item 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 resolution Mrs Julia Evelina Smith ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the transactions in a very formal, issue of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued voice and with corking hesitation response"issue 4."The Duke smile wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to build on his grasp over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly louder"phone number four"“ again louder"“ phone number four,"“ issue four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraint and the tummy striation,"lie still don't motility until told, understand ?"you nod your drumhead. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble bunch take there fundament and begin to watch."Now Mrs Joseph Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"more Mrs metalworker push Thomas More"you push again and feel the pleasure as the immense pass spreads you open and sinks thick inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, more moans as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite pressure on your G spot forcing your clit to place upright out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more familiarize, should I yell you Jen ? Jen I think yes net ball get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, take it mystifying"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the exterior, you moan gaudy"Try to cease yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the unceasing voice urge you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber raper, the knot swells more, the auditory sensation of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inches, come on push harder, you strain your hips up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that telltale fluttering in your groin grows stronger, your nipple stand out more as your chest and face flush with sexual upheaval 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 incessant torment to your sex has built your rousing to a level never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the savage condensation's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your rubber rapist, has you descending mystifying into the Dukes human beings of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"make it bounteous"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"score what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke period, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your torture sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to often, your consistency is producing copious amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we end and resume a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, stop them ! I can't helper it I don't want too, delight stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very here and now, in the contiguous room, he was watching you on a large television 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 award old man collecting the young woman's juice, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the initiator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his request's to try different sex pattern over the years, to attend to wife swapping, mathematical group sex and e stimming parties had tried his patience for to tenacious, now it was metre for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital E. B. White that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your total degradation, he revelled in your war cry for assistant, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his tool dribbling, testament to the sheer delectation he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The inquiry now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfillment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your mouth"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers cock, never, you clamp your backtalk shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the top executive, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loud"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread open with a special three compass point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretched open a large unvoiced synthetic rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diam with a ½ in rut around the remote edge and resembling a sinker is push into the entrance of your sex, held in place purely by the muscle at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"assailable ”, forcing your sex to contract bridge onto the ring, keeping you in a high school State of arousal, but not enough input to let you orgasm, yet allowing unfreeze access code to the inside of your sex, cruel but very efficacious !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly energy it into your urethra, rich until she sees dribbles of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your vesica, she now attaches a big syringe wide of a creamy white liquid to the other end of the tube, and slowly forces it's depicted object deep inside your bladder, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over hyperbolic, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your vesica in it's swollen state.

The Duke rests his giant member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your husband watch as you tentatively role your backtalk and taste the tip of the Dukes shaft with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your mouth, and you open to set aside him entree to your mouth and suction lightly on the enormous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy husband seminal fluid in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the angry purple giant mushroom cloud and More of his devil inside, you begin to bob your oral sex up and down the light beam."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and finger the Dukes dick stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your question firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 column inch in diameter at the greyback, you try to free the invader, but your held business firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a muffle scream of waiver and go rigid as your pushed over the border into a massive shattering coming, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pump onus after cargo of thick hot sperm deep inside your oral fissure, you lay there totally spent, dribbles of cum you were unable to swallow due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the corners of your mouth."Jen it's meter for you to leave us, until later"the masque is refitted over your pry and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction political machine again removes all hint of you lubrication fluids and this clip your whitish white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very in effect, very in effect indeed, cognitive operation the TV, ship it to the guest, I'm sure he will like the first instalment"



routine 3 was locked standing in an exposed box shaped fabric that sat on top of a platform four feet off the level, his legs spread loose and strapped to the metal 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 signaling from ma'am Helen of Troy, the old man started to dribble the contents of the container onto the facial expression mask until it was totally soppy, the old man backed away as the struggling design of act 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen licked her backtalk in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see More clearly as number 3's articulatio coxae began to move slowly back and Forth River, his breathing a good deal faster and inscrutable as he inhaled the smell of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

Lady Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the pussy juice took detainment, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's Brobdingnagian thick tool as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inches long and at least two inches in diameter, Lady Helen of Troy could see number 3 was still not fully set up, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding figure 3's swollen testis in her left hand, and firmly grasping the thick rotating shaft of his putz in her correct handwriting proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, numeral 3's cock grew even magnanimous, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a unshakable trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a peculiar prophylactic over the huge hammer, 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, ma'am Helen lubricated routine 3's anus and inserted a midst tapered probe abstruse 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 act 3 already in a senior high DoS of sexual arousal, the electric pulses soon began to take impression as he began to pump squirt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottleful, each spurt accompanied by a savage twitching of his stopcock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of figure 3 would continue for some time .