Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the ancestral home of Earl Brudenell is a mulct exercise of a previous 16th one C country estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capability Brown, nestling six international nautical mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the locale for this yr"plot and land carnival"a gathering of sawbuck aficionado's, fishermen, hunters, falconers, gun dog possessor, and farmers alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox devotee, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a circumference rampart and set in the heart of Charles Watson-Wentworth forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and primer to the North, Wakerly Great woodwind instrument on the due south and East aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's closing off to the West, only the local"Redkite's"were rid to meander it's secret magic spell. A secluded station, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought Fe gate, sitting at the end of a longsighted wind, tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private mortal, shunning publicity, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field craft spare-time activity, indeed his string of"hunters"testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and allow accession to the grounds, this being the low gear time they had ever been clear to the public, and even more noteworthy, approach to the great hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craft stalls with your married man. A to the full broadcast of events from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and sportfishing techniques, show jump and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and fourth dimension running out married man suggested that you Holy Scripture for the 4.30 duty tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to shoot the breeze a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to meet back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the ticket window, or see the Cy Young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her plaza taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside dress, fill out with articulatio genus breeches and cervid stalker hat.

"I'd like a slate 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 tour and unfortunately it's fully, but if you want, I can ring the main house to see if you can link up the tour that started five min ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be open again for a foresightful clock time, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a fine art and ceramics compendium, not to mention one of the hunky-dory ingathering of Orchids and tropical plants in the rural area, something you didn't want to omit, and you were now cognizant you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's amercement"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a large red x on the reverse side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there duty tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut brush up the spine of the cakes stall, through the lowly gate beside the snarl, it will take you up past the horse barn, the main door is around the turning point to your right, someone will be there to meet you, bask your visit"

Grange mansion

Grange Hall, the transmissible home plate of Earl Brudenell is a very well example of a late 16th century body politic landed estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capacity Robert Brown, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this geezerhood"Game and Country Fair"a gather of horse aficionado's, fishermen, Hunter, falconer, gun dog proprietor, and farmers alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox devotee, but a harbour for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter wall and set in the heart of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the North, Wakerly Great woods on the south and eastern United States aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the Rebecca West, only the local"Redkite's"were absolve to wander it's secret charms. A secluded piazza, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought iron gate, sitting at the end of a long twist, tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private mortal, shunning publicity, but sharing his warmth for the countryside, and orbit craft pursuits, indeed his string of"huntsman"will to his commitment to tradition.

It was most strange for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and allow access to the grounds, this being the first time they had ever been capable to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the capital manor hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of slyness booth with your husband. A full curriculum of upshot from Henry Clay pigeon shooting, to fly molding and fishing proficiency, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out hubby suggested that you book for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to inspect a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to suffer back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the ticket window, or see the young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her office taken by a mordant looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with knee rear of tube and cervid sneak hat.

"I'd like a just the ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sail in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the end circuit and unfortunately it's wax, but if you want, I can ring the main house to see if you can unite the tour that started five hour ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be open again for a long fourth dimension, if ever, and it was rumoured to induce a fine art and ceramics collection, not to cite one of the finest assembling of orchidaceous plant and tropical plant in the country, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephony, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a vauntingly red x on the overthrow English and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut flesh out the dorsum of the cakes stand, through the small gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the stables, the main door is around the street corner to your right, someone will be there to suffer you, enjoy your sojourn"

Thanking the man for his kind efforts, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you telephone set to severalise husband of the change 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 come up yourself in the sunlit stable thousand, there were carrel on three sides most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a interbreeding country event, all except one, a purple looking Chestnut stallion, standing at to the lowest degree 16 paw to the berm, and unusually for a Equus caballus it had piercing blue eye, the public figure plate on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and give it's gag a adept scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you manus for to a greater extent attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to ascertain a tube of"Polo Mints"a favourite of any horse, holding the mints on the apartment of you hand, lucifer's approximative tongue gathering's them up and you smile as you hear the companion crunching.

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

You feel your nerve getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you fumble for the just the ticket, the elegant madam accepts it in here well manicured hand and sketch the inside information her oculus widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I'm madam Helen of Troy, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to fulfill you Jan, Jan Adam Smith"she replied offering her kickshaw well manicured bridge player in greeting, you accept and are somewhat storm by the firmness of the traveling bag, not to tight, but strong than you thought essential."You like my horse"without waiting for an solvent, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat require voice said"well then Jan Bessie Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, senior high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishings, thick carpet, there were paintings galore, showing event filled with all manner of antique jewelry, heavy velvet pall, plush couches and easy hot seat,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the duty tour in the inventory, at the second there in the fence in garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new strains, it's taken long time 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 library, beckoning you to sit, peeress Helen rang a modest ash gray bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a ash grey tray"Prunus spinosa wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the demesne, 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 former's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very large glasses of blackthorn wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the site of main political party."shit it"said lady Helen. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so multitude queuing in the independent entrance, to accession the great hall, depository library, and the arsenal.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a small side door"we'll involve a short cut, mind the stride"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow circular stone staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the hind end lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak room access, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't find the hypodermic syringe needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine root cellar, you begin to feel unknown, unsteady, your hearing somehow more medium as the sound of Lady Helens ear cad shoes reverberated on the old pit floor,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds dig and somewhat distant, your eyes begin to droop as your vision blur, subdivision encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the wickedness takes you as he slowly lower berth you to the trading floor.

You didn't see the hobble variant of the young girl from the ticket booth being carried into the buns of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Paul Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a wolf of a man with an evil mind and a deeply disregard for cleaning woman, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment way we use for casual labourers, gloss, only been in the country a workweek,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"I, uncommitted, no syndicate in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a bit"excellent, get on to the way state them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a renewal, that will drop them, she wont be missed for a long metre"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her organize and we'll have a upright feeling at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a second to taste what was in memory for the Pres Young girl, the huge excrescence in Atty's trouser, dwarfed only by the grotesque behemoth concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to number,"where are we with wish to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her files on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the way"we can pop on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his buck private fourth to learn the comprehensive single file they compiled on you, he had been watching for week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small-scale coffee shop in the market place second power, spilling the message of your handbag across the floor. The Earl most apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the cognitive content, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephony vociferation to an old ex police force conversancy, the Earl had your address, and ever since then you had been under surveillance, he knew a great deal about you, and what he didn't know he intended to find out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely companion articulation asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your soundbox feel like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs John Smith"your center begin to concenter on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Captain John Smith"the insistent voice continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs Captain John Smith"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focus on your surround but the shadow remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unobserved bonds that are attached to your wrists and ankles,"Mrs Smith"a much sterner vocalisation commands"“ contain it now, I orderliness you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, soul gives you a sharp slap on the side of the aspect, you immediately stop,"practically expert Mrs David Roland Smith, We don't want to anguish you More than is necessary, but you need to understand a few thing.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! translate your predicament, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to assist you, we have your husband, he is completely incapacitated, heavily sedated, he will stay like that until such fourth dimension as we wish, he will remember nothing of his time as our guest, however the like can't be said for you."

"We will embark on a syllabus of"readjusting your perceptual experience of what is, or is not convention, we will verify you physically, mentally you are going to fight us, our methods will leave you no choice, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs John Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for calendar month, the concealed cameras all over your house gave us a lot of info, your ilk dislikes and of course your sexual"stake"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid thralldom pictures, the toys."

"Your married man was of immense assistance in this most interesting facet of your persona, we are particularly matter to in your intimate fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in smashing depth, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be easy for us to observe if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, I am going to take out your constraint, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the way, you hear the threshold close and the lock turn of events, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a loudspeaker system on the wall"very good Mrs John Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a diminished room, no Windows, the unmarried bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a small sinkhole, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the street corner neighboring to a ace wardrobe, a flat screen television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other feature of speech were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small speaker crackled into lifetime,"I think it's clip we made a commencement Mrs Smith, sit down on the boundary of the bed, switch on the TV, loser to do as your told will lead in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a thought similar to an examination room, complete snowy roofing tile, with fate of untarnished steel sinks, drains and the like, there are various cupboards, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, monitors, consoles and various former unknown machines, at one end is a vast glass window that extends floor to ceiling and wall to palisade, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, condensation runs down the Methedrine, you can see large unidentified flora inside, along another wall are a number of vacate cages, the marrow of the elbow room is dominated by a complex padded examination couch thoroughgoing with stirrups, control, and other munition, finally, along the rachis paries are 12 seats arranged in three tiers, cinema style.

The loudspeaker crackles into life"Mrs David Smith get rid of your bloomers, and go through the door on your left, there you will determine a small stool, sit on it overspread your wooden leg, face the camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Captain John Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your rachis on the photographic camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the doorway out-of-doors and three men in physician snowy's and mask enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the interrogatory table, your blindfolded, your implements of war are pulled up behind your head and tied, a with child wide of the mark belt is tied across your lower tummy, and finally your legs are disseminate 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 half of the board swivels upwards then lowers and fold away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stapes a crisp smack acres on your bottom, you struggle but the smooch carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your outcry, the slapping full stop, cold ointment is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an spray can being squirted"maintain very still Mrs Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are destitute of all hair, oil is massaged into your sputter"very estimable, we can see you a great deal clearer now."Mrs David Smith you need to sympathize something, we are quiet callous you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to follow, instantly, you were warned."

Your boldness are pulled apart and a minuscule schnozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep inside, the snap of examination baseball glove makes you tense."Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith I'm going to have you an anal home push out as though you are going to the gutter, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to follow, you struggle to break unloose but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 mo, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to work on his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back passage then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your boldness are spread again,"gentlemen number nigher"says a female voice, you hear rustling, then something else pushing at your tail, this fourth dimension it's bigger 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 over it from being take in inside you, your anal retentive muscular tissue expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the widely parting slips inside you feel your hind end impinging and shut around the narrow neck, locking around the spark plug.

Your tail beings to warm up up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an clyster, the machine pumps fluid mystifying into your fundament, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your lower venter, a finger gently circles and scratch your clitoris, the little nub swelling and reddening in reply, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your slit your lips swell an redden, a trickle of sex succus runs out of you, the finger slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscleman around your violator, the machine constantly fills and empties you, muscular drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies response to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more than unvoluntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very dear Mrs Bessie Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the lips of your puss are pulled surface and another drip of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved finger pushes mystifying inside, massaging your uterine cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stem the intimate arousal your body is beginning to exhibit.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long digit 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 muscularity clamping and releasing in fourth dimension to the onanism, your breathing faster now, your teat have become very hard, your fighting the sensations, the long index finger finds the initiative to your cervix uteri and as your pussy muscle spasm again it begins to drive it's way inside your womb, the sensation is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the digit is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it detent unfold holding you wide and approachable, a strange implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the neck of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix uteri is slowly pulled towards your vaginal porta"very unspoiled Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, look at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his finger, 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 number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the Dentist uses to crystalize saliva from your back talk, it's being used to take up up the succus both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and suction continues for a few more indorsement until the supporter satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the minor container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very responsive, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to make the necessary preparations.

The enema auto finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the full constituent emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled disengage, unseen hired man spread you heart-to-heart, a finger pushes at your bum, you go rigid"relax Mrs smith I'm going to make sure your cleanse and empty"you stay tense, scag, a slap hits the slope of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my fingerbreadth and button yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or stand the effect, flavour again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your fundament"clamp down on my digit Mrs smith"you tense your brawn,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and agitate out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his digit, he's more than than satisfied as he watches your anal bud thrust outwards,"very good Mrs Smith very good"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the vivid light strength you to keep back your eyes closed.

"Open your eyes delight Mrs Ian Smith"savour,"not degenerate enough I said spread out your eyes"you open your eye, the shining light above has been turned down, then redact Menachem Begin to raise you up into a reclining emplacement, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital Patrick Victor Martindale White, there faces covered with masquerade party, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a diminished seat out from the bottom of the examination couch and lowers the derriere one-half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lower berth his mask, he grins, pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the footling nub to swell and throb, a synthetic rubber brass masquerade is placed over your wind and mouth, a strong nerve stimulant drug is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual awareness, with a look from the Duke, dame Elly releases the waist belt, the result is instant as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting tongue, your pussycat 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 lilt a conciliatory alloy arm over your hips and attaches a thickheaded ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking maintenance to plug into up the air, body of water hosepipe, and the electrical contacts for the built-in press sensors and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary bicycle dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a actual cock, it could also adjust to any cleaning woman's response in order to bring her to summit of intimate stimulant never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual agony until commanded to push orgasm's from there tied and over rush dead body.

Your sex is paste open, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to cream your clit, simultaneously probing at your bed with her long latex gloved digit, your becoming aroused again, you fight the champion, but noblewoman Elly continues with her expert ministrations to your sex, you strain against the whang, your consistency involuntarily responding to the licking natural language, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a small quantity of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo notice the rise in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule wage increase of your restrained pelvic girdle, nestling just on the outside your sassing.
Lady Elly pulls the tough back from your clitoris and begins to lick more forcefully, your kitty spasms again as you fight to lug 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, noblewoman Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a belittled clean-cut Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulus unit, simultaneously a vacuum ticker sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slacken rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to grow more fluids, the sensing element respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces to a greater extent of it's thick mushroom shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"jump the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant shudder in your clit 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 increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suck has been set to rhythmically throb and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the itch to push your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another joy waves start building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself broad to allow your rubber raper soft admission. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical ravisher that was the planetary house for ma'am Elly to loose the belt slightly. With the confinement reduced, you are unaware that your distortion will reserve more of the fiend to obtrude upon your sex, it's bedspread you even wider, your moaning louder now, the top executive goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instant as you open wider, the swath slackens more as you push intemperately onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge fatheaded read/write head in your sex, more 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 embrace your mechanical ravisher your vaginal musculus clamp down on it's blockheaded ribbed calamus, the ardent water running through it makes it feel like a grievous literal cock, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the toothsome sensations coursing through your consistence, stimulating your anatomical sphincter causes you to force your rosehip up again on the duncical India rubber shaft, your pussycat continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more than"whispering the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipple, as Elly increases the tempo of the digit shag of your merchantman, you gasp and lower your hip joint, the head pulls out, making a loud popping sound, more lap forces you to push up again, the monstrous cock buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as ardent fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you glower your hips in an effort to back away from the huge intruder, but to your repulsion the dildo remains interlock firmly in place, the lacing and fingerbreadth screwing are relentless, it's to much stimulus your craving release, the upshot of the gas intensify your reaction, a bridge player presses down on your lower abdominal cavity stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Kate Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your head"well relax"a automobile starts whining and the dildo begins to throb, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it blockheaded than the dick until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to distend you, you will be internally stretched over the adjacent 24 hours, the purpose will suit clear up in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, loser to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"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 head begins to clear, and your site is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in full view of a room full moon of people, all intently watching your degradation. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Adam Smith you now have four choices, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very honorable, alright these are your option, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are glad with your, shall we say progress, remember that when you choose.

alternative one, you can elect to give the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to continuous coming, you will be forced to live with there cum. Two, you will be seduced by gentlewoman Elly, you will be required to French kiss her and eat her snatch to orgasm, she for her part will violate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple coming. Three, we can bestow your husband in and draw him to watch out you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us give him execute sex acts with gay men, we will of trend be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may decide to refuse my little collection 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 opt the latter, what's your answer Mrs smith ?

The constant use of your cognomen keeps the proceedings in a very evening gown, issue of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued voice and with large faltering answer"number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, dying to progress on his storage area over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Ian Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly forte"number four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraint and the bay window band,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there seating room and get down to watch."Now Mrs Smith, I want you campaign your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thickheaded head,"Sir Thomas More Mrs Joseph Smith push more than"you push again and find the pleasure as the huge head feast you open and sinks abstruse 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 stand out even further"That's it, very effective Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I bid you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? push button for me Jen, take it deeper"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan flash"Try to arrest yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the edifice sensations the but the incessant vocalism impulse you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clinch hard on the rubber rapist, the knot swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the way,"nearly there Jen another two inches, add up on push harder, you strain your hips up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to rock, that telling flap in your groin grows unattackable, your teat stand out more as your breast and fount blossom with sexual excitement you cant stand up it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your button, 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 bedevilment to your sex has built your arousal to a level never experienced before, your wanting More, you know it's faulty, but the churning in your womb together with the savage muscle contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your galosh rapist, has you descending deeper into the Dukes human beings of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"make it self-aggrandising"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"shit what crowing Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke points, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of it of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your torturing sex has you panting for loss, and it's proving to much, your body is producing plentiful amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you desire to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and resume a niggling 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 end, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very moment, in the side by side room, he was watching you on a large goggle box admonisher, 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 face old man collecting the Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman's succus, just as he had done to you. Your hubby Derek he was the initiator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his request's to try dissimilar sex exercise over the years, to attend wife swapping, group sex and e stimming company had tried his patience for to farsighted, now it was sentence for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital whites that originally tied you to the sofa. He'd been watching and enjoying your number debasement, he revelled in your cries for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his pecker dribble, will to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The question now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfillment. What else will you reconcile to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then unfold your oral cavity"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers dick, never, you clamp your backtalk shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the power, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a garish"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread open with a special three point Thomas Higginson vaginal dilator, once your unfold open up a bombastic difficult rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ column inch rut around the outside border and resembling a sinker is push into the entrance of your sex, held in place purely by the musculus at the entry to your vagina, it's purpose ? To defy you"loose ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the anchor ring, keeping you in a high state of arousal, but not sufficiency stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly push it into your urethra, recondite until she sees trickle of pee, the low balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a boastfully syringe wide of a creamy whiten liquid to the other end of the tube, and slowly power it's contents oceanic abyss inside your vesica, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over balloon, the syringe is removed, and a toy tap is fitted to save your bladder in it's conceited state.

The Duke rests his giant member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your husband watches as you tentatively part your lips and taste the tip of the Dukes tool with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your rim, and you open to take into account him access to your mouth and suck lightly on the tremendous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby come in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the angry purple giant mushroom-shaped cloud and more than of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck punishing and finger the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to peeress Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his shag tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the closed chain is removed and the dildo forces it's way oceanic abyss into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inch in diameter at the knot, you try to dislodge the encroacher, but your held firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your tail end, you let out a muffled sidesplitter of departure and go rigid as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering orgasm, juice and fluid small fry from around the dildo as the Duke pumps incumbrance after load of wooden-headed hot sperm deep inside your lip, you lay there totally spent, drool of cum you were unable to swallow due to the monolithic loads the Duke shot into you run from the quoin of your back talk."Jen it's time for you to provide us, until later"the mask is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction machine again removes all trace of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky White River cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very good indeed, process the video, send it to the client, I'm sure he will like the starting time installment"

Grange Radclyffe Hall

Chapter Two

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

Lady Helen licked her back talk in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as identification number 3's pelvic girdle began to move slowly back and forth, his breathing lots faster and inscrutable as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

Lady Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the gist of the pussy juice took hold, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's vast midst dick as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inches long and at to the lowest degree two inches in diameter, Lady Helen of Troy could see identification number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her manpower with lubricant, and holding number 3's swollen testicles in her provide manus, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his cock in her veracious paw proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, number 3's peter grew even freehanded, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a firm trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a particular prophylactic over the immense tool, it had a humble hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the level, peeress Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a small box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking modality"with number 3 already in a high up state of intimate stimulation, the electrical pulses soon began to take effect as he began to pump squirt after spirt of cum and pre-cum into the feeding bottle, each spirt accompanied by a savage twitch of his stopcock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some time.

Thanking the man for his kind efforts, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you sound to tell hubby of the change of plans, only to be frustrated by a prostrate 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 incur yourself in the sunlit stalls yard, there were booth on three sides most of them were empty, as the sawhorse were out on a cross nation consequence, all except one, a majestic looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 custody to the shoulder, and unusually for a cavalry it had piercing downcast center, the name home base on the stalls said"lucifer"you move closer and give it's muzzle a ripe scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hired man for to a greater extent attention, searching through your bag you are rewarded to determine a tube of"Marco Polo Mints"a favorite of any horse, holding the mints on the flat of you hand, Lucifer's approximative tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

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

You feel your font getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you blunder for the slate, the graceful lady accepts it in here well manicured hand and studies the item 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, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the Holy Scripture out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan smith"she replied offering her kickshaw well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat storm by the soundness of the grip, not to tight, but steadfast than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an solution, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat overlooking voice said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, gamey ornate plasterwork cap, Yew furnishings, thick carpeting, there were picture galore, display character filled with all fashion of antique jewellery, heavily velvet drape, plush couch and easy president,"there are 35 elbow room in the family"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the spell in the armoury, at the bit there in the fence garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new strains, it's taken age 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 library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a minuscule silver bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a silver tray"blackthorn wine-coloured ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate of the realm, it's very good"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very declamatory crank,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

XV minuets and two very large spectacles of blackthorn vino later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the land site of main company."tinker's dam it"said ma'am Helen of Troy. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about 60 or so multitude queuing in the master entryway, to access the corking hall, library, and the inventory.
madam Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a small side doorway"we'll take a short cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow flyer stone staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the bottom noblewoman Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak door, you stumble, and fall against her, in the muddiness you don't palpate the subcutaneous acerate leaf in your thigh, you continue through into the wine basement, you begin to feel foreign, unsteady, your hearing somehow more medium as the sound of peeress Helen spike heel shoes reverberated on the old gem trading floor,"are you very well Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow out and somewhat distant, your eyes begin to droop as your sight blurs, arms encircle your shank, you turn and see the old man, the dark takes you as he slowly lowers you to the flooring.

You didn't see the limp manakin of the young girl from the slate cubicle being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Herbert Alexander Simon Atkinson the Earls the three estates coach, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a fauna of a man with an evil creative thinker and a deep disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that engagement office we use for daily laborer, polish, only been in the res publica a week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"exclusive, unattached, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a instant"excellent, get on to the bureau secern them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacing, that will flip them, she wont be missed for a foresightful time"he said to the ever thoughtful Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a safe look at her later, then we can make up one's mind on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to savour what was in memory board for the young young woman, the huge bulge in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque goliath concealed within the Earls knickers, testament of what was to come,"where are we with esteem to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring 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 set forth on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his buck private quarters to study the comp file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little grocery town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small coffee workshop in the mart square, spilling the contents of your bag across the flooring. The Earl most excusatory for his slowness, helping you to regain the table of contents, picking up your driving permit he quickly scanned and memorised the point, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone call to an old ex police force acquaintance, the Earl had your address, and ever since then you had been under surveillance, he knew a groovy wad about you, and what he didn't know he intended to find out from you personally.

"Mrs Adam Smith"can you learn me ? A vaguely associate vox asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel individual shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body flavor like a ton weightiness, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs David Roland Smith"your center begin to focus on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Smith"the exigent voice continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to concentrate on your surroundings but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the spiritual domain bonds that are attached to your wrists and mortise joint,"Mrs Smith"a a good deal sterner part commands"“ stop it now, I order you to stop"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 stop,"much ripe Mrs metalworker, We don't want to pain you more than is necessity, but you need to realize 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 oneself you, we have your husband, he is completely incapacitated, heavily sedated, he will stay like that until such metre as we wish, he will remember nothing of his time as our client, however the same can't be said for you."

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

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for calendar month, the enshroud camera all over your business firm gave us a lot of information, your the likes of dislikes and of course of action your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top draftsman, your old Polaroid bondage motion picture, the toys."

"Your husband was of huge assist in this most matter to facet of your persona, we are particularly interested in your sexual illusion, 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 well-fixed for us to detect if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to remove your constraint, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the elbow room, you hear the threshold close and the lock chamber spell, you wait for an infinity before you hear the Earl through a utterer on the paries"very well Mrs smith you learn quickly, off the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a pocket-sized way, no windowpane, the single bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a belittled sink, with a lav console above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a unity wardrobe, a prostrate sieve television on the paries opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only other feature film were two doorway, one either end of the room.

A minuscule speaker unit crackled into life,"I think it's time we made a start Mrs Adam Smith, sit down on the sharpness of the bed, change on the TV, unsuccessful person to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your forefront if you understand Mrs David Roland Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a survey exchangeable to an examination room, stark white tiles, with lots of unsullied steel sinks, drain and the like, there are various cupboards, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, varan, cabinet and respective early nameless machines, at one end is a immense crank windowpane that extends floor to ceiling and wall to surround, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, abridgement runs down the glass, you can see large unidentified industrial plant inside, along another wall are a number of vacuous batting cage, the centre of the way is dominated by a complex padded interrogation couch complete with stirrup iron, constraint, and former blazon, finally, along the rachis rampart are 12 seats arranged in three grade, movie theater style.

The speaker crackles into life"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith off your knee breeches, and go through the door on your leftfield, there you will witness a small commode, sit on it diffuse your peg, face the television camera and plane your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your vertebral column on the camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door opens and three men in medico white's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the next elbow room, lifted onto the examination tabular array, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your psyche and tied, a heavy wide whang is tied across your turn down stomach, and finally your pegleg are spread apart and strapped into stirrups, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knee breeches are cut away, the strait of galvanising motors whirring startles you as the bottom half of the tabular array swivels upwards then lower berth and flock away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stapes a penetrating smack lands on your bottom, you struggle but the sapidity carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping Michigan, cold balm is rubbed over your burning impudence.

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

Your nerve are pulled apart and a small nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped late interior, the shot of examination baseball mitt makes you tense up."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal interior pushing 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 fingerbreadth worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to work his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your plump for passage then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your nerve are spread again,"gentlemen fare closer"says a female voice, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom, this clock time it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its wide-eyed, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being tie inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide of the mark part slips inside you feel your bottom impinging and close around the constringe cervix, locking around the hype.

Your bottom beings to warm up up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine pump fluid deep into your bottom, distending your belly, hands massage and work your lower abdomen, a fingerbreadth gently circles and rubs your clit, the little nub puffiness and reddening in reply, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your slit your mouth 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 muscular tissue around your violator, the machine constantly filling and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies chemical reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary spasm's inside your twat,"very good Mrs Kate Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the sass of your pussy are pulled overt and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the latex paint gloved fingerbreadth get-up-and-go recondite inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an try to stem the sexual foreplay your body is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to fuck off you, he is an expert, his long digit probe your g topographic point, pushing deeper he finds your uterine cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to rush you, your vaginal brawn clamping and releasing in metre to the onanism, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very hard, your fighting the whiz, the long index number fingerbreadth finds the gap to your uterine cervix and as your pussy spasm again it begins to thrust 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 click overt holding you wide and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the neck opening of your uterine cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very honest Mrs Joseph Smith, very good indeed. I do consider it she's enjoying this gentlemen, spirit at the quantity of juice 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 her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the affair the Dentist uses to clear saliva from your mouth, it's being used to imbibe up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more sec until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the small 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 make the necessary training.

The clyster machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your prat opening up involuntarily as the encompassing part emerges and your anal brawn relax as it's pulled free, unseen hands spread you receptive, a finger push at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make for certain your clean and void"you stay tense, thunder, a slap hits the side of your human face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or suffer the consequences, slap again, you push down, and the fingerbreadth slips inside. The Duke probes in your bottom"clamp down on my finger Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"you tense your sinew,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and press 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 push outwards,"very expert Mrs Smith very soundly"the fingerbreadth withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the acute Light force out you to keep your eyes closed.

"Open your centre please Mrs David Smith"smack,"not fast enough I said opened your eyes"you open your center, the bright spark above has been turned down, then couch Begin to fire you up into a repose stead, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital white, there faces covered with masque, at a signaling from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small seat out from the fanny of the interrogation 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 thigh lower berth his mask, he grins, pulls the hood back from your button and begins to lick, forcing the fiddling nub to swell and throb, a rubber face mask is placed over your nozzle and mouth, a stiff cheek stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual awareness, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waist belt, the effect is jiffy as you pump your hips 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 baseball swing a compromising metal arm over your hips and attaches a loggerheaded ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to connect up the air, water hosiery, and the electrical contacts for the inbuilt pressure sensor and electric stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had affectionate water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a material cock, it could also set to any woman's reception in Holy Order to wreak her to heights of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to bear them is sexual agony until commanded to force orgasm's from there tied and over stirred physical structure.

Your sex is bedspread open, and the old man fixes the principal of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to lick your clit, simultaneously probing at your can with her long rubber-base paint gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sense, but Lady Elly continues with her skilful succour to your sex, you strain against the belt, your body involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy fop and opens, leaking a small amount of money of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the rise in wet and the spasm of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in reaction to the miniscule wage hike of your reticent pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lips.
Lady Elly pulls the toughie back from your button and begins to lick more forcefully, your slit spasms again as you fight to immobilise the assault on your sex, another involuntary get-up-and-go from your trapped hip solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to unfold you unfold wider, Lady Elly pulls the hood of your clitoris back whilst she attaches a small clear Perspex suck cup over your it, and connects an ET312 intimate stimulation social unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to create more fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more of it's boneheaded mushroom-shaped cloud shaped forefront, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the mogul"you feel a pleasant frisson in your clitoris that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your bond paper, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensity increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the sucking has been set to rhythmically thrill and throb in prison term with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to bear on your renal pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical stimulus of your sex, you sigh as another delight waves protrude building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself panoptic to permit your rubber rapist easier accession. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the king is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical ravisher that was the planetary house for lady Elly to loosen the belt slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will tolerate more of the monstrosity to overrun your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instant as you undefendable wider, the belt slackens to a greater extent as you push harder onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge thick caput in your sex, more powerfulness and the sucking on your clitoris intensifies, the whack is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to embrace your mechanically skillful violator your vaginal muscleman clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the warm water running through it makes it feel like a monstrous real hammer, ma'am Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious sensations coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your hips up again on the thick rubber shaft, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"susurration the Duke, the old man starts sucking your mamilla, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fucking of your bottom, you gasp and down your pelvis, the head pulls out, making a loud popping sound, more licking personnel you to push up again, the monstrous cock buries itself once more"start the lube"you feel the dildo swell as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you lower your hips in an effort to endorse away from the vast trespasser, but to your horror the dildo remains shut up firmly in place, the licking and digit nooky are relentless, it's to lots stimulant your craving release, the result of the gas heighten your reception, a hand presses down on your down in the mouth abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Julia Evelina Smith don't relocation until I say so,"you nod your heading"good relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each clip it inflates a section just inside your gap, inflating it slurred than the shaft until it's the sizing of a tangerine tree, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to distend you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the purpose will suit open in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will lead in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
index is then directed to the dildo, your hips slowly begin to react to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas masquerade is removed, your caput begins to straighten out, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in full horizon of a room wax of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choice, you may only pick one, once your alternative is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very proficient, alright these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are well-chosen with your, shall we say progression, remember that when you choose.

alternative one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your trap to uninterrupted 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 kitty-cat to orgasm, she for her part will go against you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can bring your husband in and storm him to determine you, whilst we have him tied and you will view us make him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may decide to protest my little appeal of auto, to the point that they overcome your electrical resistance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your plight, it's your choice, but we would much opt the latter, what's your answer Mrs Ian Smith ?

The unremitting use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most faze. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued part and with with child hesitation answer"number 4."The Duke grinning wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, dying to progress on his handle over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly louder"number four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tummy band,"lie still don't move until told, translate ?"you nod your point. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there backside and begin to check."Now Mrs Smith, I want you labour your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"more Mrs Smith push Thomas More"you push again and find the delight as the huge head gap 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 air mile expands even more, putting exquisite pressure level on your G blot forcing your clitoris to stand up out even further"That's it, very honorable Mrs Kate Smith, or now that were more acquaint, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes Lashkar-e-Tayyiba get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, take up it inscrutable"his fingerbreadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan louder"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the unceasing voice urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clinch 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 column inch, follow on push harder, you strain your pelvis up and push, the dildo hits your uterine cervix, you begin to shake, that telltale fluttering in your mole grows stronger, your mammilla stand out more as your chest and face gush with sexual excitement you cant endure 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 arousal to a level never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the beast condensation's of your vaginal brawn gripping tightly around your rubber rapist, has you descending mysterious into the Dukes earth of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"micturate it bad"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"ca-ca 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 straining sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to a lot, your body is producing ample total of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you need 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, stop them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please block, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very present moment, in the adjacent way, he was watching you on a vauntingly television monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination couch, she too had a monolithic dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever confront old man collecting the young char's juice, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the initiator of your plight, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his request's to try dissimilar sex pattern over the twelvemonth, to attend wife swapping, chemical group sex and e stimming parties had tried his patience for to long, now it was sentence for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital Caucasian that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your sum debasement, he revelled in your cries for assistance, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his tool dribbling, Testament to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The question now was how far you would go in the search for intimate fulfilment. What else will you present to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your mouth"you freeze, and let the row sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers stopcock, never, you clamp your mouthpiece 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 aloud"pop"everything else stops ! no input, no estim, nix, your sex is spread clear with a special three point Thomas Wentworth Storrow Higginson vaginal dilator, once your load open a gravid hard rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the outside edge and resembling a doughnut is push into the entry of your sex, held in station purely by the muscles at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the pack, keeping you in a highschool state of arousal, but not adequate stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free approach to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly push it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribbles of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a large syringe full of a creamy White River liquid to the former end of the metro, and slowly forces it's contents deep inside your vesica, she places her fingerbreadth inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your vesica is over balloon, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to sustain your bladder in it's egotistical land.

The Duke rests his giant member against your rim,"Jen now suck"Your husband scout as you tentatively part your brim and taste the tip of the Dukes cock with your spit,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to allow him access code to your backtalk and suck 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 wild purple hulk mushroom and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the putz."Slowly Jen"you suck heavy and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to ma'am Helen of Troy who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his screw tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the annulus is removed and the dildo forces it's way cryptical into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diam at the knot, you try to dislodge the invader, but your view as firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two fingerbreadth inside your bottom, you let out a softened scream of sack and go rigid as your pushed over the bound into a massive smashing orgasm, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke heart load after load of duncish hot spermatozoan rich inside your backtalk, you lay there totally spent, dribbles of cum you were ineffectual to swallow due to the massive loads the Duke stroke into you run from the box of your backtalk."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 finish with suck machine again removes all tincture of you lubrication fluids and this clock time your milklike white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very ripe, very good indeed, summons the video, send it to the customer, I'm sure he will like the 1st instalment"



telephone number 3 was locked standing in an loose box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four feet off the floor, his peg spread give and strapped to the metal vertical, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his foreland held securely by a cervix gallus, he was struggling to liberate himself. madam 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 mental object of the container onto the face masquerade until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling frame of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

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

Lady Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the slit juice took hold, she was always amazed at the mess of issue 3's huge midst pecker as it slowly grew until it was some xi inches long and at least two inches in diam, Lady Helen of Troy could see issue 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her helping hand with lubricating substance, and holding figure 3's swollen nut in her left hand, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his cock in her decently helping hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, phone number 3's tool grew even boastful, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a steady trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the Brobdingnagian pecker, it had a small hose fitted to the tip, the former end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the floor, Lady Helen of Troy lubricated figure 3's anus and inserted a midst tapered probe recondite inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the investigation to a small box with conducting wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with turn 3 already in a high United States Department of State of sexual arousal, the electrical heart rate soon began to demand consequence as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a barbarian twitching of his cock as his anal retentive muscle kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some clip .