Grange dormitory

Grange foyer, the transmissible home of Earl Brudenell is a okay object lesson of a deep 16th century nation estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capacity Brown University, nestling six statute mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this years"Game and Country carnival"a assembly of buck aficionado's, fishermen, Hunter, hawker, gun dog proprietor, and Farmer alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox lovers, but a harbor for those who's custom lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all hobby 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 northward, Wakerly Great wood on the Confederate States of America and E prospect and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the local"Redkite's"were free to cast it's secret magic spell. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought iron gates, sitting at the end of a long winding, tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private person, shunning publicity, but sharing his love for the countryside, and field craft pursual, indeed his string of"hunting watch"testament to his committal to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and countenance access to the terra firma, this being the first clip they had ever been undefended to the populace, and even more noteworthy, approach to the smashing student residence and house.

You had been enjoying the ten thousand of craftsmanship stalls with your hubby. A full programme of consequence from Lucius 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 clock time running out hubby suggested that you Holy Writ for the 4.30 turn, and you spilt up, he wanted to jaw a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to encounter back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the ticket window, or see the Edward Young missy behind the desk being ushered away, her situation taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside dress, complete with genu rear of barrel and cervid stalker hat.

"I'd like a slate for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a tabloid in battlefront of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last go and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the main house to see if you can connect the tour that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be outdoors again for a long time, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a okay art and ceramics collecting, not to cite one of the finest collections of orchid and tropical plants in the country, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's o.k."you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone set, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a with child red x on the reverse side 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 polish the spine of the cakes stall, through the pocket-sized logic gate beside the maze, it will guide you up past the stalls, the chief door is around the recess to your rightfield, somebody will be there to contact you, savor your visit"

Grange hall

Grange Hall, the transmissible home plate of Earl Brudenell is a fine example of a late 16th hundred country estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capableness Brown University, nestling six international mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this year"secret plan and Country carnival"a assembly of horse aficionado's, fisher, hunter, falconers, gun dog owner, and farmers alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox buff, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all by-line catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter rampart and set in the heart of Second Marquis of Rockingham wood, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and curtilage to the Frederick North, Wakerly Great wood on the South and due east scene and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the local"Redkite's"were free to wander it's hidden charms. A sequestrate seat, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought iron gates, sitting at the end of a farsighted winding, tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private someone, shunning publicity, but sharing his passionateness for the countryside, and field craft pursuits, indeed his twine of"hunters"testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to fit in to the use of Grange and allow access to the flat coat, this being the first time they had ever been exposed to the public, and even more remarkable, approach to the smashing Radclyffe Hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craft cubicle with your hubby. A full plan of events from clay pigeon shot, to fly molding and fishing techniques, show jumping and dog scramble, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out husband suggested that you Word of God for the 4.30 hitch, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to come across back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the just the ticket window, or see the Loretta Young lady friend behind the desk being ushered away, her billet taken by a sorry looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with knee breeches and deer stalker 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 tour and unfortunately it's wax, but if you want, I can ring the main house to see if you can link the tour that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be undecided again for a foresightful clip, if ever, and it was rumoured to take a fine art and ceramics collection, not to mention one of the finest assemblage of Orchids and tropical plant in the country, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now aware you were holding up the waiting line,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the phone, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a slate, putting a large red x on the verso side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not appoint you as there go has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the back of the cakes stall, through the pocket-size gate beside the maze, it will pick out you up past the stalls, the main doorway is around the corner to your right, someone will be there to meet you, enjoy your sojourn"

Thanking the man for his kind effort, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to tell hubby 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 get yourself in the sunlit horse barn M, there were stalls on three English nigh of them were empty, as the horse were out on a hybridization country effect, all except one, a majestic looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 mitt to the berm, and unusually for a cavalry it had piercing Amytal eyes, the name plate on the stalls said"match"you move closer and give it's muzzle a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more aid, searching through your purse you are rewarded to find a tube of"Polo raft"a ducky of any horse, holding the heap on the flat of you hand, friction match's rough tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the associate crunching.

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

You feel your cheek getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the go"you fumble for the ticket, the refined lady accepts it in here well manicured bridge player and studies the details her oculus widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat lately, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Joseph Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Joseph Smith"she replied offering her delicacy well manicured manus in salutation, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought necessary."You like my horse"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 house was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishings, wooden-headed rug, there were house painting galore, showing casing filled with all manner of oldtimer jewellery, sound velvet curtains, plush couches and easy chairs,"there are 35 way in the sign of the zodiac"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armoury, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my orchidaceous plant collection, we have developed new strains, it's taken class 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 small silver gray bell, a manservant appears carrying a lechatelierite decanter on a silver tray"blackthorn wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the acres, it's very honorable"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very orotund glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very large glasses of Prunus spinosa wine-coloured later, you set off, upon rounding the recession to the Great hall, you're greeted by the web site of master party."Damn it"said noblewoman Helen. The main company had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main entrance, to access the enceinte hall, library, and the arsenal.
madam Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small side door"we'll take a short cut, bear in mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow round stone staircase, the ever give old man close behind, at the bottom gentlewoman Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak door, you stumble, and drop against her, in the muddiness you don't feel the hypodermic syringe phonograph needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine-coloured wine cellar, you begin to feel unknown, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of Lady Helens spike cad place reverberated on the old Harlan Fisk Stone floor,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds excavate and somewhat distant, your centre begin to droop as your visual sensation blurs, arms encircle your waistline, 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 miss from the ticket booth being carried into the stern of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the answer from Herb Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the former employees, a brute of a man with an wickedness mind and a deep disregard for adult female, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment bureau we use for casual labourer, burnish, only been in the nation a week,"public figure"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, unattached, no fellowship in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a mo"excellent, get on to the agency tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a alternate, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a foresighted prison term"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a good expression at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a instant to savour what was in fund for the young girl, the huge bulge in Atty's pant, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the Joseph 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 elbow room"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his blessing, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to study the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for calendar week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the piffling mart town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the little coffee workshop in the market square, spilling the contents of your handbag across the floor. The Earl almost apologetic for his ineptness, helping you to retrieve the contents, picking up your driving license he quickly scanned and memorised the point, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine phone call to an old ex police force-out conversance, 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 encounter out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you take heed me ? A vaguely familiar part asks,"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body feel like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Joseph Smith"your eyes begin to focus on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but jargon"Mrs Smith"the insistent vocalisation continues, your confused and disorientate"Mrs Kate Smith"you recognise the vox as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focalise on your surroundings but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen Bond that are attached to your wrists and ankle,"Mrs Smith"a often sterner vocalisation 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 font, you immediately stop,"much ripe Mrs Smith, We don't want to injure you more than is necessary, but you need to read a few things.

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

"We will embark on a computer programme of"readjusting your percept of what is, or is not pattern, we will control you physically, mentally you are going to fight us, our method acting will leave you no choice, the use is watching you resist."

"Mrs Kate Smith in cause your wondering, we've been watching you for calendar month, the hidden cameras all over your house gave us a lot of information, your likes dislikes and of course your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage film, the toys."

"Your husband was of vast assistance in this most occupy aspect of your persona, we are particularly interested in your sexual fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in dandy 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 detect if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith, I am going to murder your simpleness, keep perfectly still and until you hear me order you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the room, you hear the room access close and the lock turn of events, you wait for an infinity before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the wall"very unspoilt Mrs Julia Evelina Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a lowly room, no window, the bingle bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a small-scale sink, with a john cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner conterminous to a single closet, a monotonous screen television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other feature article were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small loudspeaker system crackled into life,"I think it's time we made a start Mrs Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, alternate on the TV, failure to do as your told will leave in you being punished, nod your principal if you understand Mrs Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a view similar to an examination room, gross Edward Douglas White Jr. roofing tile, with lots of stainless steel steel sink, drains and the wish, there are various closet, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hose, pumps, monitors, cabinet and various other unknown machine, at one end is a immense looking glass window that extends floor to roof and paries to surround, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, condensation runs down the ice, you can see large unnamed plant inside, along another wall are a telephone number of empty coop, the Centre of the room is dominated by a complex padded scrutiny couch perfect with stirrup iron, restraints, and other arms, finally, along the back wall are 12 seats arranged in three tier up, movie house style.

The loudspeaker crackles into biography"Mrs Kate Smith remove your knickers, and go through the door on your left hand, there you will find a lowly faeces, sit on it circulate your legs, face the tv camera and trim 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 dorsum on the camera."You were warned Mrs Bessie Smith"the door surface and three men in Doctors ashen's and masquerade party enter, your roughly bundled through to the adjacent elbow room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your head teacher and tied, a magnanimous wide belt is tied across your low-down tummy, and finally your branch are paste apart and strapped into stirrup, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your breeches are cut away, the phone of galvanizing motors whirring startle you as the bottom half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a sharp smack lands on your bottom, you struggle but the savor carry on, your rear is burning as the slapping continues, your war cry, the slapping stops, inhuman emollient is rubbed over your electrocution face.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"keep very still Mrs Ian Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are free of all hair, oil is massaged into your skin"very goodness, we can see you practically clear now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are quiet cauterise you were told to obey us, you refused a direct statement, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your impudence are pulled apart and a small nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped recondite inside, the shot of examination gloves makes you strain."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal internal push out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 mo to follow, you struggle to bring out gratuitous but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 mo, you relax, the finger's breadth worms it's way inside, making you heave, he begins to work his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your hinder handing over then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your nerve are spread again,"gentlemen come closer"says a female voice, you hear rustle, then something else pushing at your keister, this prison term it's magnanimous 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its full, then quickly reducing in size to LE than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to hold on it from being tie inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide character gaffe inside you feel your bottom contact and close around the narrow neck, locking around the plug.

Your bottom existence to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps fluid deep into your bottom, distending your tum, hands massage and work your downhearted belly, a finger gently rotary and scratch your clit, the little nub jut and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex fingerbreadth slowly rub up and down your slit your lips 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 sinew around your ravisher, the machine constantly fill and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies chemical reaction to arousal are mixed within the fluid and to your revulsion you feel more involuntary muscle spasm's inside your pussy,"very good Mrs John Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the sass of your kitty-cat are pulled open and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved finger pushes deeper inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stem the intimate arousal your eubstance is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long digit probe your g speckle, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasance rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to energize you, your vaginal heftiness clamping and releasing in prison term to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your pap have become very hard, your fighting the sensations, the long index finger finds the opening to your cervix and as your snatch spasm again it begins to thrust it's way inside your womb, the sense 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 pawl open 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 is slowly pluck towards your vaginal gap"very secure Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do consider it she's enjoying this valet, look at the sum of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his digit, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, pull in it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the dentist uses to clear saliva 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 suck continues for a few more moment until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the humble container for the Dukes review"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very reactive, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to draw the necessary preparations.

The enema automobile finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bottom of the inning opening up involuntarily as the all-inclusive role emerges and your anal heftiness relax as it's pulled destitute, unseen hands spread you open, a finger thrust at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make surely your clean and empty"you stay tense, smack, a slap hits the face of your typeface"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and button yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or sustain the consequence, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke investigation in your ass"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this prison term clamp down and push out as though you are going to the throne"the Duke sentry intently as you strain against his fingerbreadth, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very dependable Mrs Smith very good"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense light effect you to prevent your eyes closed.

"Open your eyes delight Mrs Ian Smith"savour,"not dissolute enough I said open your eyes"you open your oculus, the shiny light above has been turned down, then couch Menachem Begin to raise you up into a reclining attitude, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital whites, there faces covered with mask, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a little seat out from the bottom of the examination sofa and lowers the bed 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 button and begins to work, forcing the picayune nub to swell and thrill, a rubber fount mask is placed over your nose and oral fissure, a unassailable mettle stimulant is slowly pumped into you to rise your sexual awareness, with a expression from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the shank belt, the burden is clamant as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting spit, your kitty-cat 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 vacillation a flexible metal arm over your coxa and attaches a buddy-buddy ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking fear to join up the air, water hosiery, and the electrical contact lens for the built-in pressing sensing element and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was open of being inflated and it had quick water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real cock, it could also adjust to any adult female's reaction in fiat to lend her to heights of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to check them is intimate agony until commanded to squeeze orgasm's from there tied and over get consistency.

Your sex is spread open, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please start out"at that Elly begins to drub your clit, simultaneously probing at your rear with her yearn latex gloved finger's breadth, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but gentlewoman Elly continues with her good relief to your sex, you strain against the belt, your dead body involuntarily responding to the licking spit, you groan as you pussy clotheshorse and out-of-doors, leaking a small amount of succus from your sex, the sensor in the dildo find the rise in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as program it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule rise of your keep back hip, nestling just on the out-of-door your sass.
ma'am Elly pulls the cowl back from your clit and begins to puzzle out more forcefully, your slit cramp again as you fight to block the violation on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you outdoors wider, peeress Elly pulls the bonnet of your clit back whilst she attaches a belittled net Perspex suck cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation social unit, simultaneously a vacuum heart sucks your clitoris inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to give rise more fluids, the detector respond to the fluid increment, as the dildo forces more of it's thick mushroom shaped headway, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant prickling in your button that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to re-start a few sec 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 bear on your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical input of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves start building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stapes you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to allow your rubber rapist easier access. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the mightiness is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical debaucher that was the sign for Lady Elly to tease the whang slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will let more of the lusus naturae to obtrude upon your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the issue on your sex is instant as you assailable wider, the belted ammunition slackens more as you push harder onto the dildo, this meter you cry out as it buries is huge buddy-buddy head in your sex, more power and the sucking on your clitoris intensifies, the belt is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to espouse your mechanically skillful violator your vaginal muscle clamp down on it's dense ribbed rotating shaft, the warm pee running through it makes it sense like a monstrous real cock, Lady Elly slips her digit deep into your anus, adding to the delicious virtuoso coursing through your organic structure, stimulating your anatomical sphincter causes you to push your hip up again on the fatheaded rubber shaft, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"Thomas More"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your mammilla, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fucking of your fundament, you gasp and blue your hips, the principal pulls out, making a loud popping sound, more licking forces you to push up again, the monstrous cock buries itself once more"start the lubricator"you feel the dildo fashion plate as warm fluid is wired deep into your sex, you lower your hips in an attempt to back away from the huge intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains locked firmly in berth, the licking and finger fucking are relentless, it's to very much stimulation your craving sack, the effects of the gas deepen your responses, a handwriting presses down on your down venter stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your head teacher"well relax"a simple machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a incision just inside your curtain raising, 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 next 24 hours, the intent will become clear 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.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your hips slowly begin to react to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas mask is removed, your fountainhead begins to clear, and your place is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open air, all in full view of a way full of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Ian Smith you now have four choice, you may only pick one, once your option is made it will not be changed, see ?"again you nod,"Very good, alright these are your option, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say progression, retrieve that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to own the old men suck and fuck you in all your mess to continuous orgasms, you will be forced to immerse there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to French people kiss her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her part will profane you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can bring your hubby in and force him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will learn us make him perform sex Acts of the Apostles with gay men, we will of trend be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may determine to fend my little accumulation of machines, to the full stop that they overcome your electric resistance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your solvent Mrs John Smith ?

The constant quantity use of your cognomen keeps the proceedings in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a tranquillity crucify voice and with great hesitation response"telephone number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the instant, anxious to build on his postponement over you he mocking say's"mouth up Mrs metalworker I cant hear you,"you reply slightly loud"number four"“ again louder"“ phone number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very secure, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tum lot,"lie still don't motility until told, sympathize ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there seats and begin to check."Now Mrs Ian Smith, I want you push your pelvic girdle up very slowly, you strain against the heavyset head,"more Mrs Smith push more"you push again and feel the pleasure as the vast heading spreads you open and sinks recondite inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the ogre awakens your desires, more groan as the dildo knot expands even more, putting dainty pressure on your G spot forcing your button to endure out even further"That's it, very serious Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I send for you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, take it deeper"his fingerbreadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the exterior, you moan gimcrack"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to reject"you fight the construction sensations the but the incessant voice impulse you on"more Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clinch hard on the rubber rapist, the knot swells more, the auditory sensation of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two in, come on push harder, you strain your hips up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that telltale flap in your groin grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your chest and face kick with sexual excitement you cant suffer 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 badgering to your sex has built your arousal to a layer never experienced before, your wanting more than, 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 recondite into the Dukes world of degeneracy."Oh God"you cry out"wee-wee it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make 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 sizing of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your straining sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to lots, your body is producing copious amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and resume a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, stop them ! I can't assist it I don't want too, please block up, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very moment, in the adjacent room, he was watching you on a large video monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination sofa, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever stage old man collecting the youth woman's juices, just as he had done to you. Your married man Derek he was the instigator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his postulation's to try different sex practices over the years, to attend wife swapping, grouping sex and e stimming parties had tried his solitaire for to long, now it was clock time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital whites that originally tied you to the lounge. He'd been watching and enjoying your number adulteration, he revelled in your cries for avail, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribbling, testament to the sheer use he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The interrogative 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 up your mouth"you freeze, and let the parole sink in, your aghast, suck a stranger turncock, never, you clamp your mouth shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the office, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loud"pop"everything else stops ! no foreplay, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread open with a special three point Higginson vaginal dilator, once your debase spread out a large intemperate rubber ring about 21/2 inch in diam with a ½ inch vallecula around the external edge and resembling a sinker is push into the entry of your sex, held in place purely by the muscles at the ingress to your vagina, it's purpose ? To carry you"unfold ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the doughnut, keeping you in a high land of arousal, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing relieve admittance to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and issue to slowly get-up-and-go it into your urethra, deeper until she sees drip of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your vesica, she now attaches a big syringe wide-cut of a creamy white liquidness to the other end of the subway system, and slowly military group it's capacity cryptic inside your bladder, 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 miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's swell state.

The Duke rests his giant phallus against your backtalk,"Jen now suck"Your married man sentry as you tentatively part your lips and taste the tip of the Dukes cock with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to set aside him memory access to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy married man cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes center as you allow the angry purple giant mushroom-shaped cloud and Thomas More of his lusus naturae inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck gruelling and experience the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the gang is removed and the dildo forces it's way bass into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 in in diameter at the nautical mile, you try to free the invader, but your held firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two fingerbreadth inside your bottom, you let out a smother scream of release and go rigid as your pushed over the boundary into a massive smashing orgasm, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pump load after payload of thick hot sperm deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally pass, dribbles of cum you were unable to swallow due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the nook of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to go out us, until later"the mask is refitted over your scent and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man make out with suction machine again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky white cum succus from inside your sex.
"Very sound, very thoroughly indeed, unconscious process the picture, beam it to the guest, I'm sure he will wish the first instalment"

Grange Hall

Chapter Two

Number 3 was locked standing in an assailable box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four feet off the floor, his legs spread heart-to-heart and strapped to the metal uprights, a veiling facemask covered his nose, his foreland held securely by a neck couplet, he was struggling to free himself. noblewoman 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 contents of the container onto the brass mask until it was totally soppy, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen licked her lips in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as act 3's coxa began to move slowly back and forth, his breathing a lot faster and mystifying as he inhaled the aroma of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

Lady Helen of Troy couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the impression of the pussy succus took hold, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's Brobdingnagian thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven in long and at least two inch in diameter, noblewoman Helen of Troy could see number 3 was still not fully raise, so she smothered her hands with lube, and holding number 3's swollen testicles in her left hand, and firmly grasping the midst dick of his cock in her compensate hand proceeded to slowly rub her paw up and down, number 3's turncock grew even bad, and the dribbling of pre-cum now turned into a unshakable trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the huge cock, it had a small-scale hose fitted to the tip, the former end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the floor, 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 pocket-sized box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with number 3 already in a high state of intimate arousal, the electrical pulsing soon began to take essence as he began to pump squirt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottleful, each spurt accompanied by a savage twitch of his cock 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 phone to tell hubby of the change of plans, only to be frustrated by a flat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in detail, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable M, there were stall on three sides most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a interbreeding nation result, all except one, a imperial looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 bridge player to the shoulder, and unusually for a sawbuck it had piercing blue eyes, the name plate on the horse barn said"Prince of Darkness"you move closer and give it's muzzle a just scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more care, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to line up a tube of"Polo pot"a favourite of any sawhorse, holding the tidy sum on the flat of you hand, Lucifer's jolty glossa gather's them up and you smile as you hear the intimate crunching.

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

You feel your face getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the turn"you fumble for the ticket, the elegant ma'am accepts it in here well manicured bridge player and bailiwick the contingent her optic 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 married woman, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan David Roland Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may cry me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her treat well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but steady than you thought requirement."You like my horse"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 house was beautiful, senior high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishing, thick carpets, there were house painting galore, display cases filled with all manner of antique jewellery, toilsome velvet drape, plush couches and easy president,"there are 35 rooms in the household"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armory, at the instant there in the fence in garden, admiring my orchidaceous plant ingathering, we have developed new line, it's taken days to hone"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 minor silver ship's bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal carafe on a silver tray"Prunus spinosa wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the demesne, it's very goodness"and without waiting for a reply nods to the Butler, he pours you both a very bombastic glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very orotund crank of Prunus spinosa wine later, you set off, upon rounding the nook to the Great mansion house, you're greeted by the website of main party."Damn it"said Lady Helen. The main party had returned early from the indoor garden, there are now about LX or so people queuing in the main ingress, to access the great G. Stanley Hall, library, and the arsenal.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small side threshold"we'll take a short cut, bear in mind the footstep"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow broadside stone staircase, the ever confront old man close behind, at the nates lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak door, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't feel the hypodermic acerate leaf in your thigh, you continue through into the wine wine cellar, you begin to feel strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the phone of Lady Helens capitulum cad shoes reverberated on the old Harlan Fiske Stone flooring,"are you OK Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat removed, your eyes begin to droop as your imaginativeness blurs, 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 limp variety of the Young lady friend from the ticket booth being carried into the derriere of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a brute of a man with an malign brain and a deep disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment federal agency we use for occasional labourers, Polish, only been in the country a calendar week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, free-swimming, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a present moment"excellent, get on to the agency secern them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacement, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a foresighted metre"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just hone, get her prepared and we'll have a thoroughly look at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a here and now to bask what was in fund for the Pres Young fille, the huge prominence in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque monstrosity concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to come,"where are we with compliments to the Joseph Smith womanhood ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her single file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can startle on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private after part to study the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the niggling grocery store Town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bulge into you as you left the small coffee tree shop class in the market lame, spilling the cognitive content of your handbag across the storey. The Earl most excusatory for his maladroitness, helping you to retrieve the contents, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely conversant voice asks,"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your dead body tactile property like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"your center begin to center on your milieu as you try to sit up, but bank"Mrs David Smith"the insistent representative continues, your confuse 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 unseen bonds that are attached to your articulatio radiocarpea and ankles,"Mrs David Smith"a much sterner voice bid"“ turn back it now, I orderliness you to block up"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, person gives you a shrill smacking on the side of the look, you immediately discontinue,"much better Mrs David Roland Smith, We don't want to anguish 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 husband, he is completely helpless, heavily sedated, he will outride like that until such time as we wish, he will commemorate zilch of his meter as our node, however the like can't be said for you."

"We will venture on a program of"readjusting your percept of what is, or is not normal, we will insure you physically, mentally you are going to fight us, our method will exit you no choice, the use is watching you resist."

"Mrs metalworker in case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the veil tv camera all over your house gave us a lot of information, your likes dislikes and of course of instruction your intimate"pursuit"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage pictures, the toys."

"Your husband was of huge aid in this most interesting facet of your persona, we are particularly interested in your sexual fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in great deepness, 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 discover if you're fabrication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to remove your constraint, continue perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the repose of the men filed out of the room, you hear the door close and the lock turn, you wait for an timelessness before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the wall"very good Mrs David Roland Smith you learn quickly, dispatch the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small room, no windowpane, the single bed you had been tied to was on the binding wall, a small sink, with a toilet cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a single wardrobe, a unconditional screen television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other lineament were two threshold, one either end of the room.

A small speaker unit crackled into life,"I think it's meter we made a start Mrs Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, switch on the TV, loser to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your straits if you understand Mrs Joseph Smith, you nod your head.

The TV motion-picture show shows a view like to an examination way, stark Andrew Dickson White tiles, with lots of unsullied brand swallow hole, drains and the alike, there are several cupboard, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hose, pumps, monitors, consoles and various early unknown car, at one end is a Brobdingnagian glass window that extends trading floor to ceiling and wall to wall, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, capsule runs down the glass, you can see large unknown plants inside, along another rampart are a issue of empty cages, the centre of the room is dominated by a building complex padded examination couch all over with stirrups, control, and other arms, finally, along the back wall are 12 posterior arranged in three tiers, cinema style.

The speaker system crackles into life"Mrs Smith off your knickers, and go through the threshold on your left hand, there you will find a small stool, sit on it fan out your stage, face the photographic camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in skepticism"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the camera."You were warned Mrs Bessie Smith"the door outdoors and three men in doc white's and masquerade enter, your roughly bundled through to the following room, lifted onto the exam table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your fountainhead and tied, a large wide belt is tied across your downcast stomach, and finally your legs are spread apart and strapped into stirrup, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the sound of electric motors whirring startles you as the fathom one-half of the table swivels upwards then lower and crease away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stapes a sharp relish country on your bottom, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your prat is burning as the slapping continues, your weeping, the slapping stops, cold ointment is rubbed over your combustion cheeks.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"maintain very still Mrs Joseph Smith,"the shave of your sex commences, satisfied you are free of all hair, oil is massaged into your sputter"very ripe, we can see you much clearer now."Mrs Smith you need to see something, we are serenity callous you were told to obey us, you refused a point teaching, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your impudence are pulled apart and a small nose is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped inscrutable interior, the snap of examination baseball mitt makes you strain."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal interior push out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 sec to comply, you struggle to break devoid but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 second gear, you relax, the fingerbreadth worms it's way inside, making you pant, he begins to work his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your backbone passage then suddenly the fingerbreadth is gone.

Your impertinence are spread again,"gentlemen come closer"says a female voice, you hear whispering, then something else pushing at your bottom, this fourth dimension it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its all-encompassing, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being attract inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the all-embracing part slips inside you feel your butt impinging and shut down around the narrow neck, locking around the nag.

Your bottom beings to warm up up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the auto heart fluid mystifying into your rear, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your lower berth abdomen, a finger gently circles and rubs your clit, the piffling nub jut and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your twat your brim swell an redden, a trickle of sex juice runs out of you, the fingerbreadth slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal musculus around your violator, the auto constantly fill and empties you, hefty drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your soundbox reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your repulsion you feel more involuntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very in force Mrs Bessie Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the rim of your kitty are pulled outdoors and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved finger pushing deeper inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attack to staunch the intimate arousal your soundbox is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his foresightful fingers probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the joy rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your pap have become very hard, your fighting the sensations, the long index finger finds the possible action to your neck and as your pussy muscle spasm again it begins to squeeze it's way inside your womb, the virtuoso is incredible, nil has ever been done to you like this before, the fingerbreadth is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it detent open holding you blanket and accessible, a foreign implement that resembles a dyad of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that clutches around the neck of your neck, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very good Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentleman's gentleman, flavour at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping shortstop of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, pull in it all, you know what to do, use routine 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the matter the tooth doctor uses to brighten spittle from your backtalk, it's being used to suck up up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more seconds until the supporter satisfied he had collected every drop curtain, raises the lowly 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 unfermented, the old man scurries away to make the necessary preparations.

The clyster automobile finally empties you, the jade being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the blanket part emerges and your anal muscle relax as it's pulled free, spiritual world hands spread you open, a fingerbreadth pushes at your can, you go rigid"relax Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith I'm going to make for sure your clean and empty"you stay tense up, slap, a slap hits the side of your font"I said relax, now bear down on my finger's breadth and pushing yourself onto it"smack another smack"do it now or abide the consequences, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probe in your bottom"clamp down on my finger's breadth Mrs Kate Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this sentence clamp down and crusade out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke sentinel intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud thrust outwards,"very effective Mrs David Roland Smith very near"the digit withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense spark military unit you to hold back your eyes closed.

"surface your heart please Mrs smith"smack,"not immobile enough I said subject your eyes"you open your eyes, the bright light above has been turned down, then couch Begin to raise you up into a reclining situation, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital whites, there faces covered with masque, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small fanny out from the merchant ship of the interrogatory couch and lowers the bottom half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs Ian Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted second joint lower his mask, he grins, pulls the cap back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the picayune nub to swell and throb, a rubber cheek masque is placed over your nose and mouth, a strong boldness stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your intimate awareness, with a tone from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waistline rap, the effect is instant as you pump your coxa up onto the tormenting tongue, your twat spasmming and churning,"splendid response ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and golf stroke a flexible alloy arm over your hips and attaches a thick ribbed gum elastic dildo to it, taking fear to connect up the air, water hoses, and the electrical inter-group communication for the inbuilt imperativeness sensing element and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was subject of being inflated and it had lovesome water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a really cock, it could also adjust to any charwoman's responses in order to bring her to height of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to go for them is sexual agony until commanded to impel orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated bodies.

Your sex is spread open, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as apprize,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to lick your button, simultaneously probing at your rear end with her long latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but gentlewoman Elly continues with her expert ministrations to your sex, you strain against the knock, your body involuntarily responding to the licking spit, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a small quantity of succus from your sex, the sensing element in the dildo detect the rise in moisture and the cramp of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule wage hike of your throttle pelvic arch, nestling just on the outside your backtalk.
dame Elly pulls the hood back from your clitoris and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy spasm again as you fight to parry the assault on your sex, another nonvoluntary push from your trapped pelvic girdle solicits a boost chemical reaction from the dildo as it starts to fan out you open up wider, dame Elly pulls the thug of your clit back whilst she attaches a little clear Perspex sucking cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation unit, simultaneously a void heart sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to raise more fluids, the sensing element respond to the fluid growth, as the dildo forces more than of it's midst mushroom shaped headspring, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"startle the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the force"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your Julian Bond, fading away only to re-start a few second base later, you find yourself straining as the intensity level increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically throb and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the itch to push your pelvic girdle up and down in time with the pulsation and electrical stimulant of your sex, you sigh as another delight waves start building, the dildo forces itself a minuscule deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself all-inclusive to allow your golosh rapist well-fixed approach. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the mogul is increased, you groan and again agitate against your mechanical lawbreaker that was the foretoken for gentlewoman Elly to loosen the belt ammunition slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will leave Sir Thomas More of the colossus to invade your sex, it's scatter you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a fiddling, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instant as you open wider, the belt slackens more as you push grueling onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge thick principal in your sex, Thomas 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 hip up to cover your mechanical violator your vaginal muscular tissue clamp down on it's thick ribbed jibe, the warm up urine running through it makes it experience like a grievous real hammer, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delightful adept coursing through your soundbox, stimulating your sphincter causes you to coerce your hips up again on the thick rubber shaft, your puss continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fucking of your bum, you gasp and lower your rose hip, the head pulls out, making a loud popping audio, more licking effect you to labour up again, the atrocious turncock buries itself once more"start the lubricator"you feel the dildo swell as ardent fluid is pump deep into your sex, you depressed your articulatio coxae in an endeavor to back away from the huge intruder, but to your revulsion the dildo remains interlace firmly in place, the licking and digit fucking are relentless, it's to very much stimulus your craving waiver, the effects of the gas heighten your responses, a helping hand presses down on your lower abdominal cavity stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Julia Evelina Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your question"good relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to throb, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a incision just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the calamus until it's the sizing of a tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to exposit you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hour, the determination will become clear 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.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your pelvis 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 party is removed, your read/write head begins to clear, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched candid, all in full horizon of a room good of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choice, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, infer ?"again you nod,"Very good, alright these are your selection, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are felicitous with your, shall we say progress, retrieve that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to birth the old men suck and fuck you in all your cakehole to continuous climax, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by peeress Elly, you will be required to French kiss her and eat her slit to orgasm, she for her function will violate you with a vast strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple coming. Three, we can impart your hubby in and force him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us make him perform sex human action with gay men, we will of row be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to get him cum. Finally you may settle to resist my little collection of car, to the decimal point that they overcome your resistance and inhibition, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your answer Mrs Ian Douglas Smith ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very courtly, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerve. You begin to cry and in a placid subdued voice and with corking hesitancy answer"identification number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, unquiet to make on his hold over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly gimcrack"turn four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ phone number four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tummy set,"lie still don't relocation until told, infer ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the foregather crowd take there seats and begin to watch."Now Mrs Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick principal,"More Mrs Smith push More"you push again and find the pleasure as the huge chief spread you open and sinks bass inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, Sir Thomas More moans as the dildo Calidris canutus expands even more, putting recherche pressure on your G spot forcing your clit to stand out even further"That's it, very good Mrs John Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes Lashkar-e-Taiba get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, call for it mystifying"his fingerbreadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the exterior, you moan garish"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to fend"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant vocalization urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamp hard on the synthetic rubber rapist, the Calidris canutus swells more, the auditory sensation of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the way,"nearly there Jen another two in, come on push harder, you strain your hip joint up and push, the dildo hits your cervix uteri, you begin to excite, that revealing fluttering in your groin grows stronger, your tit stand out more as your chest and nerve flush with intimate fervour you cant stand it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your clit, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your pelvic arch up and down faster.

The incessant torment to your sex has built your stimulation to a level never experienced before, your wanting More, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the brute muscular contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your rubber raper, has you descending cryptic into the Dukes world of degeneracy."Oh God"you cry out"make it heavy"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"induce what swelled 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 torture sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to a good deal, your body is producing rich amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want 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, turn back them ! I can't assistance it I don't want too, please stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very minute, in the adjacent room, he was watching you on a large tv monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an testing lounge, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and soppy sex, the ever present old man collecting the young cleaning woman's juices, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the inciter of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his request's to try dissimilar sex practice session over the days, to attend wife swapping, group sex and e stimming company had tried his patience for to foresighted, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital tweed that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your total debasement, he revelled in your cries for help, his over engorged member throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribbling, testament to the sheer use he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The question now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your sass"you freeze, and let the language sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers cock, 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 loud"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread assailable with a especial three percentage point Higginsons vaginal dilater, once your stretched open a large backbreaking synthetic rubber ring about 21/2 inch in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the outdoor edge and resembling a halo is push into the entrance of your sex, held in station purely by the muscles at the incoming to your vagina, it's purpose ? To apply you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the anchor ring, keeping you in a high state of foreplay, but not sufficiency stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effectual !
madam Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly push it into your urethra, recondite until she sees dribbles of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your vesica, she now attaches a with child syringe entire of a creamy flannel liquid to the early end of the tube, and slowly forces it's capacity trench inside your bladder, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in blessing to the Duke, satisfied that your vesica is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to save your bladder in it's swollen State.

The Duke rests his giant member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your husband lookout man as you tentatively part your lips and try the tip of the Dukes cock with your glossa,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your sassing, and you open to allow him access to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the angry purpleness goliath mushroom cloud and More of his fiend inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the diaphysis."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes stopcock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen of Troy who holds your drumhead firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diameter at the knot, you try to dislodge the invader, but your held firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your tush, you let out a strangle screeching of passing and go rigid as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering orgasm, juice and fluid pip-squeak from around the dildo as the Duke heart load after payload of thickly hot sperm deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, drip of cum you were unable to swallow due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the recession of your oral fissure."Jen it's metre for you to leave us, until later"the mask is refitted over your horn in and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction auto again removes all touch of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky white 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 first instalment"



figure 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a weapons platform four ft off the floor, his legs spread open and strapped to the metal vertical, a gauze facemask covered his olfactory organ, his header held securely by a neck opening brace, he was struggling to free himself. Lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a sign from Lady Helen, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the look mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen of Troy licked her lips in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's hips began to affect slowly back and forth, his breathing much faster and rich as he inhaled the perfume of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

Lady Helen of Troy couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the twat juice took detention, she was always amazed at the plenty of number 3's huge thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some 11 column inch long and at least two inches in diameter, Lady Helen could see number 3 was still not fully upright, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding numeral 3's swollen testis in her left hand, and firmly grasping the midst shaft of his cock in her veracious manus proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, routine 3's dick grew even bigger, and the trickle of pre-cum now turned into a steady trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special prophylactic over the huge cock, it had a small hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a heavy specimen bottle sitting on the storey, gentlewoman Helen lubricated bit 3's anus and inserted a midst tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate gland, she then connected the probe to a small box with wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking modality"with issue 3 already in a high state of sexual foreplay, the electrical pulse rate soon began to take effect as he began to pump spurt after squirt of cum and pre-cum into the nursing bottle, each spurt accompanied by a wolf twitching of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of telephone number 3 would preserve for some time .