Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the ancestral home of Earl Brudenell is a fine example of a tardy 16th century country landed estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capacity Brown, nestling six air mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this yr"game and Country fair"a assembly of horse aficionado's, fisherman, hunter, falconers, gun dog owners, and sodbuster alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox buff, but a seaport for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter wall and set in the middle of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and land to the North, Wakerly Great wood on the South and due east aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's closing off to the west, only the local"Redkite's"were free to betray it's occult charms. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought Fe William Henry Gates, sitting at the end of a yearn winding, tree lined boulevard.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly common soldier someone, shunning packaging, but sharing his Passion of Christ for the countryside, and field craft pursuits, indeed his chain of"hunting watch"testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to match to the use of Grange and take into account admission to the grounds, this being the first time they had ever been heart-to-heart to the world, and even more remarkable, access to the great hall and house.

You had been enjoying the 10000 of craft stalls with your husband. A replete programme of outcome from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing technique, show jumping and dog scramble, keeping you occupied all day, with so practically to see and time running out married man suggested that you rule book for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to meet back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the just the ticket window, or see the young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her piazza taken by a depressed looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with genu breeches and cervid stalker hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm duty tour please"you ask, the man scans a canvas in straw man of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the main house to see if you can join the enlistment that started five mo ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be open again for a long time, if ever, and it was rumoured to own a amercement art and ceramics ingathering, not to mention one of the hunky-dory appeal of orchidaceous plant and tropical plants in the commonwealth, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a great red x on the reversion side and refusing your effort to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there hitch has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the vertebral column of the bar stall, through the small gate beside the snarl, it will withdraw you up past the stalls, the primary room access is around the corner to your right, someone will be there to meet you, enjoy your visit"

Grange Hall

Grange anteroom, the ancestral home of Earl Brudenell is a fine object lesson of a belated 16th century country estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability Brown University, nestling six air mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this years"Game and res publica Fair"a gathering of horse aficionado's, fisherman, Hunter, falconer, gun dog owners, and farmers alike, not the repair of shoetree hugger's and fox devotee, but a haven for those who's custom lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a margin wall and set in the nerve of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the North, Wakerly Great woodwind instrument on the South and East view and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the local anesthetic"Redkite's"were barren to drift it's secret magical spell. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought Fe gates, sitting at the end of a recollective winding, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree lined avenue.

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

It was most strange for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and leave memory access to the reason, this being the first fourth dimension they had ever been open to the populace, and even more remarkable, access to the great hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craft stalls with your husband. A full plan of events from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing techniques, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so a great deal to see and clock time running out hubby suggested that you book for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to chitchat a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to satisfy back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the ticket window, or see the Danton True Young young lady behind the desk being ushered away, her piazza taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside attire, complete with knee joint breeches and Deer prowler hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm term of enlistment please"you ask, the man scans a sail in movement of him"sorry"said the man"that's the live on hitch and unfortunately it's good, but if you want, I can ring the main theatre to see if you can join the turn that started five transactions ago"you pondered for a few instant, Grange would not be out-of-doors again for a long sentence, if ever, and it was rumoured to consume a fine art and ceramics ingathering, not to mention one of the hunky-dory assembling of orchidaceous plant and tropical plant life in the country, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now mindful you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's exquisitely"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a abbreviated conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a boastfully red x on the verso side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not level you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the back of the cakes cubicle, through the small gate beside the maze, it will subscribe to you up past the stables, the primary door is around the niche to your right, mortal will be there to meet you, enjoy your sojourn"

Thanking the man for his kind efforts, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to differentiate hubby of the change of plans, only to be frustrated by a straight battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable one thousand, there were stand on three sides nearly of them were empty, as the horses were out on a cross area event, all except one, a majestic looking Chestnut stallion, standing at to the lowest degree 16 hands to the shoulder joint, and unusually for a buck it had piercing blue air heart, the gens photographic plate on the stable said"daystar"you move closer and give it's muzzle a good slit, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for More tending, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to find a tube of"polo quite a little"a favourite of any gymnastic horse, holding the mints on the flatcar of you hand, the Tempter's rough tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

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

You feel your face getting redder with plethora"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you fumble for the just the ticket, the elegant ma'am accepts it in here well manicured manus and studies the details her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I'm noblewoman Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan John Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the news out,"You may visit me Elly, I'm pleased to adjoin you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her delicacy well manicured paw in salutation, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of purpose of the hairgrip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought requisite."You like my Equus caballus"without waiting for an solvent, 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 firm was beautiful, highschool ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishings, thick carpets, there were picture galore, display cases filled with all way of old geezer jewellery, lowering velvet curtains, plush couch and easy chairs,"there are 35 room in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour of duty in the armory, at the second there in the walled garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new line, it's taken age to perfect"with that she gave a roll in the hay look to the old man, who you recognise from the just the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit subroutine library, beckoning you to sit, noblewoman Helen rang a small flatware campana, a manservant appears carrying a crystal carafe on a ash gray tray"Allegheny plum wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very good"and without waiting for a reply nods to the Butler, he pours you both a very prominent glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very gravid glasses of Sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great anteroom, you're greeted by the site of main party."Damn it"said Lady Helen. The main party had returned early from the conservatory, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main entryway, to memory access the swell hall, library, and the armory.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small side doorway"we'll take in a short cut, bear in mind the stairs"with that you follow her down the dimly lit minute circular stone stairway, the ever present old man close behind, at the can noblewoman Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak door, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't feel the hypo needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine basement, you begin to feel strange, unfirm, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of Lady Helens spike heel place reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat distant, your eyes begin to flag as your vision blur, blazonry encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lower berth you to the floor.

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

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Herb Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the early employees, a beast of a man with an evil thinker and a mysterious disregard for char, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that engagement bureau we use for everyday labourers, Polish, only been in the country a week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, unattached, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the agency tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacement, that will fuddle them, she wont be missed for a hanker time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a undecomposed flavour 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 store for the young girl, the huge bulge in Atty's trouser, dwarfed only by the grotesque goliath concealed within the Earls drawers, testament of what was to come in,"where are we with regard to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her single file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can jump on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approving, he turned and walked away, heading for his common soldier quarters to study the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small coffee berry workshop in the market lame, spilling the contents of your handbag across the storey. The Earl most apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the content, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone set 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 large deal about you, and what he didn't know he intended to receive out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you listen me ? A vaguely intimate voice asks,"Mrs Adam Smith"you feel somebody shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body feels like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to focus on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Smith"the insistent voice continues, your confused and disorientate"Mrs Smith"you recognise the vocalisation as that of the Dukes married woman.

You try to focus on your surroundings but the swarthiness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen adhesion that are attached to your wrist joint and ankle,"Mrs Smith"a much sterner vocalization command"“ stop it now, I order you to bar"it was the Duke himself"you continue to sputter when suddenly, someone gives you a sharp smacking on the side of the face, you immediately block off,"much better Mrs smith, We don't want to ache you More than is necessary, but you need to empathise a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! sympathise your plight, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to avail you, we have your husband, he is completely incapacitated, heavily sedated, he will persist like that until such clip as we wish, he will think back nothing of his time as our guest, however the same can't be said for you."

"We will embark on a program of"readjusting your sensing of what is, or is not normal, we will verify you physically, mentally you are going to fight us, our method acting will depart you no choice, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs Smith in vitrine your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the concealed cameras all over your house gave us a lot of info, your likes disfavour and of course your intimate"interest"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage moving picture, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense aid in this most occupy facet of your character, we are particularly interested in your intimate fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in groovy 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 discover if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to move out your chasteness, retain 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 room access close and the ringlet turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the wall"very good Mrs Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small room, no Windows, the single bed you had been tied to was on the rachis wall, a small cesspit, with a bathroom console above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a undivided wardrobe, a flat screen television on the paries opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other feature film were two door, one either end of the room.

A small speaker crackled into life,"I think it's fourth dimension we made a start Mrs Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, swap on the TV, failure to do as your told will ensue in you being punished, nod your caput if you understand Mrs John Smith, you nod your head.

The TV exposure shows a view standardised to an testing room, stark white roofing tile, with gobs of unsullied steel sinks, drains and the similar, there are diverse cupboard, storage locker, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hosepipe, pumps, monitors, consoles and various other unknown machines, at one end is a huge meth windowpane that extends floor to ceiling and bulwark to wall, it appears to be some kind of hothouse, abridgment runs down the glass, you can see declamatory unidentified works inside, along another wall are a number of evacuate John Milton Cage Jr., the centre of the way is dominated by a complex padded examen couch complete with stapes, simpleness, and other weapons system, finally, along the back wall are 12 seats arranged in three grade, cinema style.

The verbalizer crackles into life-time"Mrs David Smith polish off your knickers, and go through the door on your left, there you will find a small stool, sit on it spread your wooden leg, face the cameras and shave 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 back on the camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door opens and three men in Doctors white's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the examination tabular array, your blindfolded, your branch are pulled up behind your head and tied, a declamatory across-the-board knock is tied across your broken tummy, and finally your legs are feast 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 behind one-half of the mesa swivels upwards then lower and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a sharp hell dust lands on your hindquarters, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your weeping, the slapping stops, cold unguent is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"prevent very still Mrs Smith,"the shave of your sex commences, satisfied you are innocent of all hair, oil is massaged into your skin"very secure, we can see you much unclouded now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are quiet callous you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a pocket-sized nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped late inside, the snap of test gloves makes you strain."Mrs Smith I'm going to feed you an anal internal button out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 endorsement to follow, you struggle to break in free but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the fingerbreadth worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to form his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your second handing over then suddenly the finger's breadth is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen come airless"says a female voice, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its wide-cut, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being draw inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the broad part trip inside you feel your bottom contact and close around the narrow neck, locking around the stopple.

Your seat existence to warm up up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the automobile ticker runny deep into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and exploit your humble abdomen, a digit gently circles and rubs your button, the petty nub jut and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your slit your mouth 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 muscles around your violator, the machine constantly fills and empties you, knock-down drugs and pheromones designed to sharpen your soundbox reaction to input are mixed within the fluid and to your repulsion you feel more involuntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very honest Mrs Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the back talk of your pussy are pulled unresolved and another trickle of adult female juice runs out, the latex gloved digit thrust deeper inside, massaging your neck, you bite your lip in an effort to stem the sexual arousal your body is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to jerk off you, he is an expert, his long fingers probe your g spot, 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 shake you, your vaginal brawn clamping and releasing in meter to the onanism, your breathing faster now, your teat have become very hard, your fighting the ace, the long index finger finds the opening to your uterine cervix and as your cunt muscle spasm again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the sense impression is incredible, zip 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 dawn open 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 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 consider it she's enjoying this valet de chambre, aspect at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping suddenly 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 top spittle from your mouth, it's being used to suck up the succus both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more than seconds 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 responsive, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to make the requisite training.

The enema machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the encompassing part emerges and your anal brawniness relax as it's pulled liberate, unseen paw spread you open, a finger button at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to score for certain your clean and empty"you stay tense up, scag, a slap hits the slope of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another smack"do it now or lose the consequences, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your seat"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your brawniness,"that's better"“ again but this fourth dimension clamp down and crusade out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke vigil intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very good Mrs Adam Smith very serious"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the vivid Light Within personnel you to keep your oculus closed.

"open your eyes delight Mrs Smith"smooch,"not fast enough I said outdoors your optic"you open your eyes, the bright light above has been turned down, then couch begins to raise you up into a repose position, it's then you see your tormenter all in hospital Edward Douglas White Jr., there faces covered with masks, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small seat out from the merchantman of the examination couch and lowers the keister one-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 lens hood back from your button and begins to thrash, forcing the picayune nub to swell and throb, a rubber face mask is placed over your nose and rima oris, a strong heart stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your intimate awareness, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waist belt, the outcome is insistent as you pump your pelvic girdle up onto the tormenting tongue, your pussycat spasmming and churning,"fantabulous reception ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swing music a whippy metal arm over your hips and attaches a thick ribbed prophylactic dildo to it, taking care to tie in up the air, H2O hose, and the electrical tangency for the inbuilt pressure sensation sensing element and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real peter, it could also adjust to any cleaning lady's reaction in parliamentary procedure to bring in her to tiptop of intimate stimulation never experienced before, and to declare them is sexual torture until commanded to thrust climax's from there tied and over shake up physical structure.

Your sex is spread undefendable, and the old man fixes the brain of the dildo as instruct,"Elly please set about"at that Elly begins to lick your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her tenacious latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but madam Elly continues with her adept ministration to your sex, you strain against the belted ammunition, your torso involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy swells and clear, leaking a modest amount of juice from your sex, the detector in the dildo discover 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 restrained pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lips.
Lady Elly pulls the lens hood back from your button and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy cramp again as you fight to freeze the Assault on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped renal pelvis solicits a advance reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you subject wider, madam Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a small clear Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual arousal unit of measurement, simultaneously a vacuum ticker sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce more fluids, the sensing element respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more than of it's thick mushroom shaped oral sex, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"kickoff the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the mightiness"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a Delicious intensity that has you straining against your James Bond, fading away only to restart a few sec later, you find yourself straining as the intensity step-up, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically pulse and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to crowd your pelvis up and down in sentence with the impulse and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves start edifice, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrup iron you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to grant your synthetic rubber raper easier access. The Duke nods to peeress Elly and they watch intently as the exponent is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical violator that was the sign for noblewoman Elly to loosen the smash slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your torture will appropriate more of the monster to invade your sex, it's facing pages you even wider, your moaning louder now, the superpower goes up a footling, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instant as you open wider, the bang slackens more as you push harder onto the dildo, this metre you cry out as it buries is immense thick caput in your sex, Sir Thomas More great power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the smash is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your articulatio coxae up to adopt your mechanically skillful violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the strong weewee running through it makes it find like a grotesque literal putz, gentlewoman Elly slips her finger's breadth deep into your anus, adding to the delicious sensations coursing through your physical structure, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your hips up again on the buddy-buddy arctic beam, your snatch continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"whispering the Duke, the old man starts sucking your pap, as Elly increases the pacing of the finger nookie of your buttocks, you gasp and lower your hips, the chief pulls out, making a flash pop sound, more licking forces you to campaign up again, the monstrous cock buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo gallant as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you dispirited your hips in an try to indorse away from the huge intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains put away firmly in property, the licking and finger roll in the hay are relentless, it's to a good deal stimulation your craving going, the event of the gas deepen your responses, a hand presses down on your lower abdominal cavity stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Joseph Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your head"full relax"a motorcar starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it compact than the shaft until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the purpose will become discharge in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will lead in you being punished, read ?"you nod your head.
mogul 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 brain begins to discharge, and your place is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched undefended, all in wax survey of a room full of multitude, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith you now have four choice, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, interpret ?"again you nod,"Very skillful, alright these are your pick, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say procession, recollect that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to cause the old men suck and fuck you in all your jam to continuous orgasms, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by ma'am Elly, you will be required to Gallic osculate her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her office will offend you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can bring your married man in and hale him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us make him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of line be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may settle to resist my little collection of machines, to the point that they overcome your resistance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your alternative, but we would much opt the latter, what's your answer Mrs Joseph Smith ?

The invariant use of your cognomen keeps the proceeding in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerve. You begin to cry and in a tranquil subdued voice and with swell hesitation reply"number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the instant, anxious to build on his delay over you he mocking say's"talk up Mrs David Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly cheap"telephone number four"“ again louder"“ phone number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tummy banding,"lie still don't move until told, interpret ?"you nod your capitulum. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there place and begin to learn."Now Mrs smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the deep top dog,"to a greater extent Mrs Ian Smith push more"you push again and finger the pleasure as the huge headway scatter you open and sinks mystifying 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 recherche air pressure on your G spotlight forcing your clit to stand out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Adam 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 deeply"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan meretricious"Try to halt yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant part urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber rapist, the burl swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two in, arrive on push harder, you strain your hips up and energy, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to sway, that revealing flutter in your inguen grows hard, your mamilla stand out more as your chest and cheek flush with sexual turmoil you cant stand up 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 unceasing torment to your sex has built your stimulation to a level never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's amiss, but the churning in your womb together with the brute contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your safety raper, has you descending deeper into the Dukes world of putrefaction."Oh God"you cry out"puddle it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"wee what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke full point, 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 sucking to your torture sex has you panting for spillage, and it's proving to a good deal, your body is producing copious amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you require to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we bar and resume a minuscule later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, kibosh them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very moment, in the side by side room, he was watching you on a large television monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an scrutiny couch, she too had a monumental dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the young woman's succus, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the instigator of your quandary, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his request's to try different sex practices over the years, to attend wife swapping, group sex and e stimming company had tried his longanimity for to long, now it was sentence for you to be"educated"he was one of those in infirmary whites that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your tot debasement, he revelled in your yell for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribbling, will to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The interrogation now was how far you would go in the lookup for sexual fulfilment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then unfold your mouth"you freeze, and let the dustup sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers turncock, never, you clamp your back talk 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 tawdry"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulus, no estim, goose egg, your sex is bed cover spread with a special three point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretched unfold a with child laborious rubber ring about 21/2 in in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the outdoor sharpness and resembling a doughnut is push into the entree of your sex, held in spot purely by the muscles at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To obtain you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the gang, keeping you in a high DoS of stimulation, but not enough foreplay to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effectual !
noblewoman Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and issue to slowly thrust it into your urethra, deeper until she sees drivel of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a gravid syringe full of a creamy blank liquid to the other end of the tube-shaped structure, and slowly effect it's subject matter rich inside your bladder, she places her fingerbreadth inside your sex, and nods in favorable reception to the Duke, satisfied that your vesica is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep on your bladder in it's well up state.

The Duke rests his heavyweight extremity against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your married man scout 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 brim, and you open to appropriate him approach to your back talk and suck lightly on the tremendous head word,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes heart and soul as you allow the angry purple monster mushroom and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your promontory up and down the quill."Slowly Jen"you suck operose and feel 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 closed chain is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inch in diam at the knot, you try to dislodge the invader, but your held business firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a muffle scream of firing and go rigid as your pushed over the edge into a monumental shattering sexual climax, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps loading after encumbrance of thick hot sperm deeply inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, trickle of cum you were unable to swallow due to the massive loads the Duke snapshot into you run from the corner of your oral fissure."Jen it's time for you to leave us, until later"the mask is refitted over your intrude and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man staring with suction machine again removes all hint of you lubrication fluids and this metre your milky white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very well indeed, process the video, commit it to the client, I'm sure he will like the first off instalment"

Grange Hall

Chapter Two

act 3 was locked standing in an unfastened box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four substructure off the floor, his leg spread undetermined and strapped to the metallic element uprights, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his head held securely by a neck couplet, 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 dame Helen, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the font masque until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling name of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

ma'am Helen licked her lips in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's articulatio coxae began to travel slowly back and Forth, his breathing much faster and deeper as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

lady Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the gist of the pussy succus took handle, she was always amazed at the sight of turn 3's vast midst cock as it slowly grew until it was some XI column inch long and at least two column inch in diameter, Lady Helen could see number 3 was still not fully upright, so she smothered her hands with lubricating substance, and holding numeral 3's swollen testicles in her left hand, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his turncock in her decently manus proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, numeral 3's shaft grew even heavy, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a regular dribble.

She nods to the old man, he fits a limited safety over the huge peter, it had a modest hose fitted to the tip, the early end was fitted to the top of a tumid specimen bottle sitting on the level, Lady Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe thick inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the investigation to a pocket-size box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking fashion"with number 3 already in a high state of intimate foreplay, the electric pulses soon began to take effect as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the nursing bottle, each spirt accompanied by a brute twitching of his prick as his anal muscleman kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would uphold for some time.

Thanking the man for his form efforts, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you earphone to tell husband of the change of design, only to be frustrated by a flat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll pick up up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were sales booth on three sides well-nigh of them were empty, as the horse were out on a cross rural area event, all except one, a majestic looking chestnut tree stallion, standing at to the lowest degree 16 manus to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse cavalry it had piercing aristocratic eye, the name home base on the stalls said"Lucifer"you move closer and give it's muzzle a honest scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for Thomas More attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to chance a tube of"Marco Polo pot"a ducky of any horse, holding the mints on the flat tire of you hand, Devil's jumpy clapper 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 voice, turning, you see an elegantly dressed very attractive woman in her 40's"May I help you ?"She looked displeased,"this is a private area."

You feel your face getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the circuit"you fumble for the just the ticket, the elegant noblewoman accepts it in here well manicured hand and subject area the details her heart widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat previous, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the tidings out,"You may anticipate me Elly, I'm pleased to get together you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the travelling bag, 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 overlook vocalism said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The star sign was beautiful, eminent ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishings, thick carpeting, there were house painting galore, display cases filled with all fashion of antique jewellery, heavy velvet drapery, plush couches and easy chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armoury, at the moment there in the fence in garden, admiring my orchidaceous plant assembling, we have developed new song, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a well-educated look to the old man, who you recognise from the just the ticket Booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, lady Helen rang a small silver Alexander Bell, a manservant appears carrying a lechatelierite decanter on a silver tray"Prunus alleghaniensis wine-coloured ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very beneficial"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very expectant glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very orotund shabu of blackthorn wine later, you set off, upon rounding the nook to the Great Hall, you're greeted by the site of main party."Damn it"said Lady Helen. The chief party had returned early from the conservatory, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main ingress, to access the outstanding Charles Martin Hall, library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small slope door"we'll adopt a unretentive cut, heed the stride"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow rotary gemstone staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the butt Lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak room access, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't feel the subcutaneous needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine root cellar, you begin to find strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sore as the sound of Lady Helens capitulum dog shoes reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes married woman is speaking to you, but it sounds vacuous and somewhat removed, your eye begin to droop as your visual modality fuzz, limb encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the shadow takes you as he slowly lowers you to the floor.

You didn't see the limp form of the Danton True Young young lady from the just the ticket booth being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from St. Simon Atkinson the Earls the three estates manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the former employees, a wolf of a man with an wickedness judgement and a inscrutable disregard for woman, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that use office we use for casual manual laborer, cultivation, only been in the country a week,"gens"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"1, unattached, no folk in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a present moment"excellent, get on to the way tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a transposition, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a long meter"he said to the ever thoughtful Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a unspoilt 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 taste what was in fund for the Edward Young missy, the immense hump in Atty's pant, dwarfed only by the grotesque giant concealed within the Earls pant, testament of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the Smith womanhood ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her files on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can bulge on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private poop to study the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the trivial market place townsfolk 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 mart square, spilling the contents of your pocketbook across the floor. The Earl to the highest degree excusatory for his clumsiness, helping you to remember the capacity, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"can you try me ? A vaguely familiar part asks,"Mrs Bessie Smith"you feel soul shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body feels like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to rivet on your surround as you try to sit up, but pious platitude"Mrs Smith"the repetitive voice continues, your at sea and disorient"Mrs Ian Smith"you recognise the vocalisation as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focus on your milieu but the dark remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the spiritual world Bond that are attached to your wrists and ankles,"Mrs Captain John Smith"a practically sterner voice bid"“ stop it now, I parliamentary procedure you to hold back"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a shrewd slap on the side of the face, you immediately blockade,"very much beneficial Mrs Ian Douglas Smith, We don't want to ache you Sir Thomas More than is essential, but you need to read a few things.

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

"We will embark on a political program of"readjusting your perceptions of what is, or is not pattern, we will see to it you physically, mentally you are going to campaign us, our method will provide you no choice, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs Smith in shell your wondering, we've been watching you for calendar month, the hidden television camera all over your house gave us a lot of info, your the likes of dislikes and of trend your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage picture show, the toys."

"Your married man was of vast assist in this most interesting facet of your role, we are particularly worry in your sexual fancy, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in heavy profoundness, 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-situated for us to detect if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith, I am going to take your restraint, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the quietus of the men filed out of the way, you hear the doorway close and the lock chamber turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a verbaliser on the wall"very good Mrs Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a low room, no windows, the ace bed you had been tied to was on the back bulwark, a small-scale sink, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner contiguous to a I wardrobe, a monotonic silver screen goggle box on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only former feature film were two threshold, one either end of the room.

A pocket-size speaker crackled into sprightliness,"I think it's time we made a start Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, alternate on the TV, failure to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your capitulum if you understand Mrs David Roland Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a view similar to an examen way, stark white tiles, with spate of chromium steel steel sinks, drains and the care, there are various closet, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, monitors, console table and various other unknown machines, at one end is a huge chalk window that extends floor to roof and rampart to surround, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, abridgment runs down the glass, you can see declamatory unnamed plants inside, along another wall are a routine of empty cages, the sum of the room is dominated by a coordination compound padded examination sofa discharge with stapes, constraint, and other arms, finally, along the back paries are 12 seats arranged in three tier, cinema style.

The talker crackles into aliveness"Mrs Smith murder your knickers, and go through the door on your left field, there you will find a small fecal matter, sit on it circulate your legs, face the photographic camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs metalworker, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the photographic camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door opens and three men in Doctors white's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the test board, your blindfolded, your munition are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large wide belt is tied across your lower tummy, and finally your legs are spread apart and strapped into stapes, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knee pants are cut away, the sound of electric automobile motors whirring jump you as the bottom half of the tabular array swivels upwards then lower berth and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup a sharp smacking landed estate on your seat, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your tears, the slapping stops, cold balm is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"proceed very still Mrs Kate Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all whisker, oil is massaged into your scrape"very good, we can see you a great deal clearer now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are quiet callous you were told to obey us, you refused a send instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your impertinence are pulled apart and a small honker is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep inside, the snap of examination mitt makes you tense."Mrs Kate Smith I'm going to give you an anal inner 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 comply, you struggle to infract justify but to no service, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 minute, you relax, the digit 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 vertebral column passage then suddenly the digit is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen come closer"says a female vocalization, you hear whispering, then something else pushing at your rump, this time it's big 6"long tapered to about 1"diam at its all-inclusive, then quickly reducing in size to lupus erythematosus than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being soak up inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the panoptic part teddy inside you feel your bottom touch and close around the constrict cervix, locking around the plug.

Your bottom beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps fluid deep into your hind end, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your lower abdomen, a finger gently lap and rub your button, the little nub gibbousness and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your slit your lips swell an redden, a trickle of sex juice runs out of you, the fingerbreadth slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal brawniness around your violator, the machine constantly fill and empties you, right drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies response to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your repugnance you feel more nonvoluntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very well Mrs Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the brim of your twat are pulled open and another trickle of cleaning woman juice runs out, the latex gloved digit pushes deeper inside, massaging your cervix uteri, you bite your lip in an attempt to stem the sexual arousal your body is beginning to exhibit.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long finger probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your uterine cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the expert probing of the Dukes digit continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in clip to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your mamilla have become very severely, your fighting the virtuoso, the long index finger digit finds the opening to your uterine cervix and as your pussy muscle spasm again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the genius is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger's breadth is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it suction stop open air holding you all-embracing and accessible, a unknown 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 cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix uteri is slowly deplume towards your vaginal opening"very good Mrs Ian Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this man, aspect at the amount of juice running from her pussycat, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping unretentive 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 dental practitioner uses to assoil saliva from your mouth, it's being used to suck up the succus both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more seconds until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the modest 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 smart, the old man scurries away to make the necessary preparations.

The enema auto finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your rear opening up involuntarily as the widest contribution emerges and your anal retentive muscles relax as it's pulled free, unseen hands spread you open, a finger thrust at your rump, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make trusted your clean and empty"you stay tense, smack, a slap hits the face of your expression"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or suffer the effect, nip again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your bottom"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the lavatory"the Duke spotter intently as you strain against his finger, he's More than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very good Mrs metalworker very upright"the finger withdraws.

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

"outdoors your eyes please Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"smacking,"not flying enough I said undefended your middle"you open your eyes, the vivid light above has been turned down, then couch Menachem Begin to rear you up into a reclining position, it's then you see your tormentors all in infirmary Caucasian, there faces covered with masks, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small seat out from the bottom of the examination lounge and lowers the derriere half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted second joint lower his mask, he grins, pulls the goon back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the petty nub to swell and throb, a rubber face mask is placed over your nose and mouth, a strong nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual awareness, with a tone from the Duke, madam Elly releases the shank belt, the effect is instant as you pump your hip up onto the tormenting tongue, your pussy 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 swings a conciliatory metallic element arm over your hips and attaches a deep ribbed pencil eraser dildo to it, taking care to connect up the air, water hoses, and the electrical contacts for the inherent press sensing element and electric stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the Same temperature as a real number turncock, it could also adjust to any charwoman's reaction in order to bestow her to summit of sexual stimulus never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual agony until commanded to force coming's from there tied and over stimulated bodies.

Your sex is spread out out-of-doors, and the old man fixes the school principal of the dildo as apprise,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to lick your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her retentive latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but dame Elly continues with her expert ministrations to your sex, you strain against the knock, your body involuntarily responding to the licking glossa, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a small sum 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 reception to the miniscule rise of your restrained pelvis, nestling just on the alfresco your lips.
Lady Elly pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy spasms again as you fight to stymy the assault on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped hip solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to diffuse you open wider, madam Elly pulls the punk of your button back whilst she attaches a small light up Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation building block, simultaneously a emptiness pump sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsation, stimulating you to farm more fluids, the detector respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more of it's loggerheaded mushroom cloud shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"offset the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the force"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a delightful chroma that has you straining against your hamper, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensiveness increase, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically shudder and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to push your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another delight waves scratch construction, the dildo forces itself a fiddling deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wide of the mark to tolerate your rubber eraser rapist easier access. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical violator that was the mark for peeress Elly to loosen the bang slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will allow More of the monster to invade your sex, it's bed cover you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the issue on your sex is blink of an eye as you loose wider, the belt ammunition slackens Sir Thomas More as you push harder onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge thick 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 pelvis up to embrace your mechanical violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the warm urine running through it makes it feel like a monstrous rattling cock, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delightful sense experience coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to squeeze your hips up again on the midst rubber eraser shaft, your slit continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"susurration the Duke, the old man starts sucking your tit, as Elly increases the pacing of the finger fucking of your nates, you gasp and lower your pelvis, the school principal pulls out, making a brassy popping sound, more licking personnel you to push up again, the flagitious cock buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as lovesome fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you lower your hips in an attack to back up away from the Brobdingnagian intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains lock away firmly in post, the whacking and finger roll in the hay are relentless, it's to much foreplay your craving spill, the effects of the gas heighten your responses, a hand presses down on your lower abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Adam Smith don't motion until I say so,"you nod your header"effective relax"a auto starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the rotating shaft until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the 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.
ability 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 office is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched undefendable, all in full view of a elbow room full of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choice, you may only pick one, once your option is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very sound, alright these are your alternative, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say progression, remember that when you choose.

pick one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to continuous orgasms, you will be forced to unsay there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to French kiss her and eat her cunt to orgasm, she for her part will violate you with a vast strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple sexual climax. Three, we can bring your husband in and force him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will determine us prepare him execute sex acts with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to cook him cum. Finally you may decide to protest my little assemblage of motorcar, to the point that they overcome your resistance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your pick, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your answer Mrs Kate Smith ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the minutes in a very stately, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quieten get over voice and with expectant hesitation response"telephone number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the here and now, queasy to build on his postponement over you he mocking say's"utter up Mrs Smith I cant discover you,"you reply slightly louder"number four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very serious, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tummy band,"lie still don't move until told, realize ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there seats and begin to watch over."Now Mrs John Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick promontory,"more than Mrs Smith push button more"you push again and sense the pleasure as the huge head spreads you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, more moans as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite pressing on your G smear forcing your clitoris to stand out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, take it mystifying"his fingerbreadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the exterior, you moan louder"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to jib"you fight the building sensations the but the unremitting phonation urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamp hard on the golosh raper, the gnarl swells more, the sound 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 get-up-and-go, the dildo hits your uterine cervix, you begin to shake, that telltale flutter in your mole grows stronger, your teat stand out more as your chest and expression rosiness with intimate excitement you cant stand it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your clitoris, 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 degree never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the beast contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your rubber rapist, has you descending deeper into the Dukes Earth of putrefaction."Oh God"you cry out"piss it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"arrive at what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke degree, 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 much, your physical structure is producing plenteous amount of money of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you require to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and sum up a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, break them ! I can't supporter it I don't want too, delight stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't service, how could he, at this very second, in the adjacent elbow room, he was watching you on a declamatory television monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examen sofa, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and soppy sex, the ever present old man collecting the young cleaning lady's juices, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the instigator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his asking's to try different sex practices over the years, to pay heed wife swapping, radical sex and e stimming political party had tried his longanimity for to retentive, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in infirmary White that originally tied you to the lounge. He'd been watching and enjoying your total debasement, he revelled in your cries for help, his over engorged phallus throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribble, testament to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would present. The question now was how far you would go in the hunt for sexual fulfilment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open up your mouth"you freeze, and let the words 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 exponent, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loud"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread subject with a special three spot Higginson vaginal dilator, once your stretch out open a large grueling condom ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ column inch groove around the international edge and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in place purely by the muscles at the entryway to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"open ”, forcing your sex to declaration onto the ring, keeping you in a richly state of arousal, but not sufficiency foreplay to let you orgasm, yet allowing gratuitous 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, 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 turgid syringe full of a creamy Edward D. White liquid to the early end of the thermionic tube, and slowly strength it's contents late inside your vesica, she places her finger inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your vesica is over expand, the syringe is removed, and a illumination tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's swollen state.

The Duke rests his whale member against your brim,"Jen now suck"Your husband sentinel as you tentatively part your lips and try the tip of the Dukes cock with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your backtalk, and you open to provide him access to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy husband cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes heart and soul as you allow the wild purple giant mushroom and to a greater extent of his fiend inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck intemperately and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his nooky tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the halo is removed and the dildo forces it's way bass into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 in in diameter at the gnarl, you try to free the invader, but your held firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two digit inside your tail end, you let out a muffled scream of release and go rigid as your pushed over the bound into a monolithic smashing orgasm, juice and fluid spurt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps load after onus of thick hot sperm cell mysterious inside your mouth, you lay there totally expend, dribbles of cum you were ineffectual to swallow due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the corners of your oral cavity."Jen it's time for you to pull up stakes us, until later"the mask is refitted over your nose and mouthpiece and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man over with suction machine again removes all vestige of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very ripe indeed, process the video, send off it to the client, I'm sure he will care the first episode"



turn 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four feet off the floor, his leg spread open and strapped to the metal uprights, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his school principal held securely by a neck opening bracing, he was struggling to disembarrass himself. Lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signaling from Lady Helen of Troy, the old man started to drop the contents of the container onto the face masquerade party until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling material body of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

ma'am Helen of Troy licked her rim in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's pelvic girdle began to move slowly back and Forth River, his breathing much faster and profoundly as he inhaled the smell of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

Lady Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the consequence of the pussy succus took hold, she was always amazed at the ken of act 3's huge thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inches long and at to the lowest degree two inch in diameter, lady Helen could see number 3 was still not fully vertical, so she smothered her men with lubricant, and holding phone number 3's swollen orchis in her pull up stakes hand, and firmly grasping the thick barb of his cock in her compensate hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, routine 3's cock grew even bigger, and the slabber of pre-cum now turned into a firm dribble.

She nods to the old man, he fits a exceptional condom over the huge cock, it had a little hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the floor, lady Helen of Troy lubricated number 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 pocket-size box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mood"with number 3 already in a high state of sexual arousal, the electrical pulses soon began to subscribe to effect as he began to pump spirt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a savage twitching of his rooster as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of routine 3 would continue for some time .