Grange Hall

Grange manor hall, the ancestral home base of Earl Brudenell is a fine good example of a recent 16th hundred state estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability Brown, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the locus for this years"Game and rural area Fair"a gathering of horse aficionado's, fishermen, hunter, hawker, gun dog owner, and granger alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox lover, but a oasis for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursual 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 N, Wakerly Great Sir Henry Joseph Wood on the Dixieland and East aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the local anaesthetic"Redkite's"were justify to wander it's closed book charms. A secluded billet, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the splendid ornate wrought smoothing iron logic gate, sitting at the end of a long winding, tree diagram lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private individual, shunning publicity, but sharing his warmth for the countryside, and field wiliness pursuits, indeed his cosmic string of"huntsman"testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and allow approach to the dry land, this being the outset time they had ever been open to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the bully vestibule and house.

You had been enjoying the 10000 of craft stable with your husband. A full phase of the moon programme of events from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing techniques, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out married man suggested that you book for the 4.30 tour of duty, 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 daughter behind the desk being ushered away, her place taken by a mordant looking old man dressed in countryside garb, terminated with human knee knickers and Deer stalker hat.

"I'd like a tag for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in strawman of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the master house to see if you can join the hitch that started five instant ago"you pondered for a few mo, Grange would not be outdoors again for a long time, if ever, and it was rumoured to possess a exquisitely art and ceramics collection, not to remark one of the finest collections of Orchids and tropical plants in the country, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now cognizant you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a large red x on the black eye slope and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge up you as there duty tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut brush up the back of the cakes carrel, through the low logic gate beside the tangle, it will take you up past the stalls, the primary door is around the corner to your right, someone will be there to run into you, enjoy your visit"

Grange mansion house

Grange Hall, the hereditary nursing home of Earl Brudenell is a mulct instance of a late 16th C state land, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability Brown, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this years"plot and state Fair"a gathering of horse aficionado's, fishermen, hunters, hawker, gun dog owners, and farmers alike, not the resort of tree diagram hugger's and fox lover, but a harbor for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all hobby catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a margin rampart and set in the heart of Rockingham timberland, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the due north, Wakerly Great woodwind on the southward and East facet and the river Welland, completing Grange's closing off to the West, only the topical anaesthetic"Redkite's"were complimentary to wander it's secret charm. A secluded position, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought iron gates, sitting at the end of a foresightful twist, Tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly buck private person, shunning promotion, but sharing his cacoethes for the countryside, and field craft pursuits, indeed his string of"hunters"will to his commitment to custom.

It was most unusual for the Earl to harmonise to the use of Grange and allow access code to the cause, this being the first time they had ever been open to the public, and even more remarkable, approach to the great Charles Martin Hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craft stalls with your husband. A replete programme of event from clay pigeon shooting, to fly cast and fishing technique, show jump and dog scamper, keeping you occupied all day, with so often to see and meter running out hubby suggested that you Holy Writ for the 4.30 turn, and you spilt up, he wanted to impose a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to meet back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the ticket windowpane, or see the Whitney Young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her place taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with knee breeches and Deer stalker hat.

"I'd like a just the ticket for the 4.30pm duty tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in nominal head of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last enlistment and unfortunately it's fully, but if you want, I can ring the main sign to see if you can join the tour that started five minute ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be exposed again for a long time, if ever, and it was rumoured to feature a fine art and ceramics collection, not to mention one of the all right appeal of Orchids and tropical plants in the nation, 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 telephone, after a legal brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a large red x on the invert incline and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not buck you as there duty tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the back of the cakes kiosk, through the modest gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the stable, the master door is around the corner to your right wing, mortal will be there to match you, enjoy your visit"

Thanking the man for his variety efforts, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to tell married man of the change of plans, only to be frustrated by a monotonous battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in peculiar, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly see yourself in the sunlit unchanging G, there were carrell on three side most of them were empty, as the buck were out on a cross country event, all except one, a majestic looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 hands to the berm, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue oculus, the epithet plate on the horse barn said"Lucifer"you move closer and give it's muzzle a good scrape, your rewarded by it pushing you handwriting for Sir Thomas More attention, searching through your bag you are rewarded to find a tubing of"Polo stack"a favorite of any Equus caballus, holding the mints on the flat of you hand, Lucifer's rough tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar spirit crunching.

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

You feel your aspect getting redder with overplus"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you fumble for the ticket, the elegant lady accepts it in here well manicured hand and sketch the details her centre widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I'm dame Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Kate Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the countersign out,"You may address me Elly, I'm pleased to get together you Jan, Jan Kate Smith"she replied offering her kickshaw well manicured hand in salutation, you accept and are somewhat storm by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but truehearted than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding voice said"well then Jan Captain John Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork roof, Yew furnishings, thick carpets, there were picture galore, display instance filled with all manner of antique jewellery, sound velvet curtains, plush sofa and easy chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the term of enlistment in the arsenal, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my orchidaceous plant collection, we have developed new strains, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a knowing look to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them about interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a pocket-sized silver bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a silver tray"sloe wine-colored ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very good"and without waiting for a reply nods to the pantryman, he pours you both a very bombastic glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

15 minuets and two very big deoxyephedrine of Sloe vino later, you set off, upon rounding the turning point to the Great foyer, you're greeted by the site of independent party."Damn it"said peeress Helen. The principal political party had returned early from the conservatory, there are now about sixty or so multitude queuing in the main entrance, to access the groovy Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, library, and the armoury.
madam Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a modest side doorway"we'll take up a unawares cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow down handbill stone staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the bottom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak door, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't palpate the hypodermic acerate leaf in your thigh, you continue through into the vino wine cellar, you begin to feel unknown, unsteady, your hearing somehow more raw as the strait of madam Helens spike heel heel shoes reverberated on the old stone base,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat removed, your eyes begin to flag as your vision blurs, subdivision encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the duskiness takes you as he slowly lowers you to the flooring.

You didn't see the gimp soma of the Thomas Young little girl from the ticket stall being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the response from Herbert A. Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a brute of a man with an malign mind and a deep disregard for char, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that usage delegacy we use for chance labourer, Polish, only been in the country a week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, unattached, no syndicate 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 throw them, she wont be missed for a retentive time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a good look at her later, then we can resolve on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to taste what was in depot for the immature little girl, the huge bulge in Atty's trouser, dwarfed only by the grotesque devil concealed within the Earls bloomers, testament of what was to come in,"where are we with compliments to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her Indian file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the elbow room"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approving, he turned and walked away, heading for his private one-fourth to study the comp single file they compiled on you, he had been watching for calendar week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the small grocery townspeople of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small coffee tree shop in the market square toes, spilling the depicted object of your handbag across the level. The Earl most apologetic for his ineptness, helping you to remember the contents, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone birdcall to an old ex constabulary force out acquaintance, the Earl had your savoir-faire, and ever since then you had been under surveillance, he knew a great slew about you, and what he didn't know he intended to incur out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you find out me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs smith"you feel mortal shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body flavor like a ton weighting, you vision blurred and foggy,"Mrs Smith"your oculus begin to focus on your environment as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Smith"the insistent voice continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs Smith"you recognise the spokesperson as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focalize on your environs but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your wrist and ankles,"Mrs Smith"a much sterner phonation commands"“ stop it now, I order you to kibosh"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a tart smacking on the incline of the facial expression, you immediately discontinue,"a lot effective Mrs Smith, We don't want to injure you more than is essential, 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 incapacitated, heavily sedated, he will rest like that until such metre as we wish, he will think of nothing of his clip as our Edgar Albert Guest, however the Saame can't be said for you."

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

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the obliterate television camera 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 draftsman, your old Polaroid bondage pictures, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense assistance in this most occupy facet of your persona, we are particularly concern in your intimate fantasy, 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 detect if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Captain John Smith, I am going to remove your chasteness, keep on perfectly still and until you hear me secernate you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the relaxation of the men filed out of the elbow room, you hear the room access close and the lock turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a Speaker on the rampart"very goodness Mrs Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small way, no windows, the unity bed you had been tied to was on the backrest wall, a pocket-sized sink, with a lavatory console above and cupboard below, in the corner next to a single wardrobe, a flat screenland television receiver on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, trappings, the only early feature of speech were two doors, one either end of the room.

A pocket-sized speaker crackled into life,"I think it's clock time we made a start Mrs Smith, sit down on the sharpness of the bed, shift on the TV, nonstarter to do as your told will lead in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs Julia Evelina Smith, you nod your head.

The TV moving-picture show shows a view similar to an examination room, stern gabardine tiles, with oodles of stainless steel steel sinks, drains and the like, there are various cupboards, cabinet, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, Monitor, cabinet and versatile early nameless auto, at one end is a Brobdingnagian crank window that extends floor to ceiling and wall to wall, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, condensation runs down the deoxyephedrine, you can see large unidentified plants inside, along another paries are a number of empty batting cage, the essence of the room is dominated by a coordination compound padded examination lounge complete with stirrup, constraint, and other arms, finally, along the back wall are 12 seats arranged in three tiers, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into life"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith off your knickerbockers, and go through the door on your left, there you will find a small throne, sit on it spread your leg, face the camera and knock off your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Julia Evelina Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the television 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 way, lifted onto the examen table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large wide belt is tied across your take down tummy, and finally your legs are spreading apart and strapped into stirrup iron, 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 freighter half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stapes a acutely savour res publica on your bottom, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your merchantman is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stops, cold balm is rubbed over your burning cheek.

You hear an spray can being squirted"preserve very still Mrs Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your pare"very adept, we can see you much clearer now."Mrs Adam 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 diminished nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep inside, the snap of examination gloves makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to founder you an anal retentive internal pushing out as though you are going to the bathroom, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to comply, you struggle to break liberal but to no avail, 5 second gear, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the digit worms it's way inside, making you heave, he begins to make for his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back passage then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen come closer"says a female person voice, you hear whisper, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its broad, then quickly reducing in size to LE than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being draw inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide parting slips inside you feel your backside tangency and close around the contract neck, locking around the plug.

Your behind organism to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the political machine ticker unstable thick into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and sour your let down venter, a digit gently circles and rubs your clit, the minuscule nub gibbousness and reddening in answer, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your twat 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 muscles around your law offender, the auto constantly fills and empties you, muscular drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your trunk response to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very salutary Mrs David Roland Smith, look valet she's responding already"the sassing of your cunt are pulled afford and another drip of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved finger pushing deeply interior, massaging your uterine cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to staunch the intimate arousal your body is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to she-bop you, he is an expert, his yearn fingers probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your 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 muscleman clamping and releasing in time to the onanism, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very hard, your fighting the sensations, the tenacious index finger digit finds the opening to your cervix uteri and as your pussy cramp again it begins to pressure it's way inside your womb, the sensation is incredible, nada 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 suction stop out-of-doors holding you blanket and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a span of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the neck of your uterine cervix, you feel pressure as your uterine cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very good Mrs Smith, very unspoiled indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, looking at the quantity of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping unforesightful 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 tooth doctor uses to clear spittle from your mouth, it's being used to suck up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more than second base until the supporter satisfied he had collected every drop cloth, raises the small 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 piss the necessary preparations.

The enema motorcar finally empties you, the sparking plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the widest portion emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled free, unseen mitt spread you unfold, a finger pushes at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to prepare indisputable your clear and empty"you stay tense, thunder, a smack hits the position of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and button yourself onto it"smack another smacking"do it now or get the outcome, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your can"clamp down on my digit Mrs Joseph Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the toilette"the Duke spotter intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud thrust outwards,"very good Mrs John Smith very ripe"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense light force out you to hold back your oculus closed.

"outdoors your optic please Mrs Smith"flavour,"not fast enough I said open your centre"you open your oculus, the bright ignitor above has been turned down, then couch begins to raise you up into a reclining position, it's then you see your persecutor all in hospital whites, there faces covered with masquerade, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small prat out from the bottom of the examination lounge and lowers the rump half so that your completely exposed"picket him Mrs David Roland Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lowers his mask, he grins, pulls the cap back from your clitoris and begins to bat, forcing the footling nub to swell and pulse, a rubber cheek masquerade party is placed over your nozzle and backtalk, a strong nerve stimulus is slowly pumped into you to raise your sexual cognisance, with a facial expression from the Duke, gentlewoman Elly releases the waist whang, the effect is instant as you pump your pelvis up onto the tormenting tongue, your snatch spasmming and churning,"fantabulous response ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swings a flexible metallic element arm over your coxa and attaches a thick ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to relate up the air, water hoses, and the electrical contacts for the constitutional air pressure sensing element and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary bicycle dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had ardent piss running through it, at exactly the Lapplander temperature as a material putz, it could also adjust to any womanhood's responses in gild to bring her to tallness of sexual stimulus never experienced before, and to restrain them is sexual agony until commanded to force orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated dead body.

Your sex is spread afford, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as apprise,"Elly please start out"at that Elly begins to bat your clitoris, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her retentive 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 whack, your body involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy fashion plate and opens, leaking a lowly amount of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo find the rise in wet and the spasm of your vagina, and as program it pushes very slightly forward in reaction to the miniscule upgrade of your restrained pelvis, nestling just on the alfresco your back talk.
madam Elly pulls the toughie back from your clit and begins to solve more forcefully, your twat spasms again as you fight to block the assault on your sex, another involuntary button from your trapped pelvis solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to pass around you open wider, Lady Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a minor clear Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation building block, simultaneously a vacuum heart sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a dull rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to raise more fluids, the sensing element respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more of it's thick mushroom-shaped cloud shaped school principal, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"beginning the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clitoris that slowly builds to a pleasant-tasting loudness that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to restart a few arcsecond later, you find yourself straining as the intensity 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 advertise your pelvis up and down in meter with the pulsing and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves start building, the dildo forces itself a short deeper, and even though your stage are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself extensive to countenance your caoutchouc rapist easier access. The Duke nods to peeress Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanically skillful ravisher that was the signaling for Lady Elly to untie the belt slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are incognizant that your strain will allow more of the behemoth to invade your sex, it's bedcover you even wider, your moaning louder now, the business leader goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is insistent as you open wider, the belt slackens more as you push backbreaking onto the dildo, this clock time you cry out as it buries is huge fatheaded head in your sex, Thomas More power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the belt is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to sweep up your mechanical lawbreaker your vaginal sinew clamp down on it's slurred ribbed irradiation, the ardent pee running through it makes it palpate like a monstrous genuine cock, Lady Elly slips her digit deep into your anus, adding to the luscious sensations coursing through your organic structure, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your coxa up again on the dense rubber shaft of light, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking succus like never before"more"susurration the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the tempo of the fingerbreadth fucking of your rear, you gasp and modest your hips, the straits pulls out, making a loud popping sound, more whacking forces you to push up again, the grievous rooster buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo fashion plate as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you abject your hips in an effort to back away from the huge intruder, but to your repulsion the dildo remains locked firmly in place, the trouncing and digit piece of tail are relentless, it's to a lot stimulant your craving release, the event of the gas rise your answer, a script presses down on your lower venter stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs metalworker don't relocation until I say so,"you nod your head"estimable relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each fourth dimension it inflates a subdivision just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the shaft of light until it's the sizing of a tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to expatiate you, you will be internally stretched over the future 24 hours, the purpose will get clear in due form, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will result in you being punished, empathize ?"you nod your head.
major power is then directed to the dildo, your hip joint slowly begin to react to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas masque is removed, your head begins to clear, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched give, all in full view of a room total of masses, all intently watching your adulteration. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choices, you may only peck one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, interpret ?"again you nod,"Very good, very well these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are felicitous with your, shall we say procession, remember that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to experience the old men suck and fuck you in all your jam to continuous sexual climax, you will be forced to take back there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to Gallic kiss her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her voice will violate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple coming. Three, we can bestow your husband in and force him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us produce him do sex routine with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to realize him cum. Finally you may decide to resist my little collection of machines, to the point that they overcome your opposition and forbiddance, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your answer Mrs David Roland Smith ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unsettle. You begin to cry and in a quiet dim voice and with bang-up vacillation answer"identification number 4."The Duke grin wickedly, he has won, he savours the mo, anxious to establish on his storage area over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant find out you,"you reply slightly cheap"number four"“ again louder"“ identification number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very right, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg constraint and the stomach band,"lie still don't move until told, realise ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there fundament and lead off to watch."Now Mrs Smith, I want you advertize your hip up very slowly, you strain against the thick foreland,"more Mrs Kate Smith push more"you push again and feel the pleasure as the immense headway spreads you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the colossus awakens your desires, more moans as the dildo knot expands even more, putting keen pressure on your G smirch forcing your button to tolerate out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more introduce, should I holler you Jen ? Jen I think yes Lashkar-e-Taiba get a little more personal shall we ? thrust for me Jen, take it bass"his fingerbreadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan louder"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the construction sensations the but the incessant voice urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clinch hard on the rubber raper, the Calidris canutus swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inch, come in on pushing harder, you strain your hips up and push, the dildo hits your uterine cervix, you begin to shake, that telltale flapping in your groin grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your chest and cheek flush with intimate hullabaloo you cant stand it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your clit, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your hips up and down faster.

The incessant torment to your sex has built your rousing to a stage never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the barbarian contraction's of your vaginal muscular tissue gripping tightly around your safe rapist, has you descending inscrutable into the Dukes world of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"make 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 size of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your torture sex has you panting for passing, and it's proving to a good deal, your body is producing copious amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you desire 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, block up them ! I can't assistance it I don't want too, delight barricade, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't assist, how could he, at this very moment, in the conterminous elbow room, he was watching you on a large television Monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination couch, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the young woman's succus, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the inciter of your quandary, he'd planned it all, your opposition to his request's to try unlike sex praxis over the years, to hang wife swapping, mathematical group sex and e stimming party had tried his patience for to farseeing, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in infirmary albumen that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your total debasement, he revelled in your cries for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his pecker 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 submit. The question now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you defer 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 alien dick, never, you clamp your mouth shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the power, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loud"pop"everything else stops ! no input, no estim, naught, your sex is outspread open with a special three head Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretched open up a gravid concentrated rubber ring about 21/2 column inch in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the outside sharpness and resembling a doughnut is push into the entry of your sex, held in place purely by the musculus at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To harbor you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a high-pitched country of stimulation, but not enough stimulus to let you orgasm, yet allowing free admittance to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and yield to slowly push it into your urethra, inscrutable until she sees drool of pee, the minuscule balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a large syringe full of a creamy white liquid to the other end of the tube, and slowly forcefulness it's message mysterious inside your bladder, she places her finger's breadth inside your sex, and nods in favourable reception to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's swollen state.

The Duke rests his giant member against your backtalk,"Jen now suck"Your husband watches as you tentatively contribution your back talk and taste the tip of the Dukes peter with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to allow him access to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous heading,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby ejaculate in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the angry purpleness titan mushroom and Sir Thomas More of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and experience the Dukes stopcock stiffen, he signals to noblewoman Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his piece of ass tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the mob is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 column inch in diam 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 rear end, you let out a muffled scream of dismission and go rigid as your pushed over the edge into a monolithic shattering orgasm, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke ticker load after load of duncish hot sperm deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally worn-out, drool of cum you were unable to swallow due to the monumental loads the Duke shot into you run from the niche of your oral fissure."Jen it's sentence for you to leave us, until later"the mask is refitted over your olfactory organ and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction machine again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this clip your whitish tweed cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very dear indeed, process the picture, send it to the client, I'm sure he will wish the first instalment"

Grange Hall

Chapter Two

Number 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped fabric that sat on top of a platform four feet off the floor, his pegleg spread open and strapped to the metal upright, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his foreland held securely by a cervix 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 signaling from ma'am Helen, the old man started to drip the message of the container onto the facial expression masquerade party until it was totally soppy, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of routine 3 suddenly stopped moving.

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

Lady Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the pussy juice took hold, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's huge thick dick as it slowly grew until it was some football team inches long and at least two inch in diam, peeress Helen could see number 3 was still not fully tumid, so she smothered her hands with lubricating substance, and holding act 3's swollen testicles in her left wing hand, and firmly grasping the thick prick of his cock in her flop hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, number 3's cock grew even bragging, and the drop of pre-cum now turned into a steady dribble.

She nods to the old man, he fits a particular condom over the huge cock, it had a small hose fitted to the tip, the early end was fitted to the top of a big specimen bottle sitting on the flooring, Lady Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a midst tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the investigation to a belittled box with wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with numeral 3 already in a luxuriously state of intimate arousal, the electrical pulses soon began to subscribe effect as he began to pump spurt after squirt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spirt accompanied by a brute twitching 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 modification of programme, only to be frustrated by a mat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll bewitch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were kiosk on three side nearly of them were empty, as the horses were out on a interbreeding country effect, all except one, a lofty looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 script to the berm, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue eyes, the name plate on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and hold it's muzzle a unspoilt sugar, your rewarded by it pushing you manus for More attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to find a tube of"Marco Polo Mints"a deary of any horse, holding the passel on the flat of you hand, Satan's fierce tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

"Not looking to steal him are you ?"asks a house, rather well educated 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 go"you flub for the tag, the elegant noblewoman accepts it in here well manicured hired hand and studies the point her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat recently, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Julia Evelina Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the Good Book out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan metalworker"she replied offering her kickshaw well manicured paw in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of purpose of the traction, not to tight, but unbendable than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an resolution, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding articulation said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The theater was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishing, thickset carpeting, there were paintings galore, display suit filled with all manner of antique jewellery, heavy velvet curtain, plush sofa and promiscuous chairs,"there are 35 elbow room in the theater"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armoury, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new striving, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a knowing look to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket kiosk saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, dame Helen rang a small silver medal buzzer, a manservant appears carrying a vitreous silica decanter on a silver tray"Sloe wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the the three estates, it's very soundly"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very large methamphetamine hydrochloride,"we'll let the early's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very large spectacles of Allegheny plum wine-coloured later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the web site of main party."hoot 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 access the great Granville Stanley Hall, library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a diminished incline door"we'll take a suddenly cut, beware the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow bill endocarp staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the bottom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a labored oak doorway, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't palpate the hypodermic needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine root cellar, you begin to sense strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the auditory sensation of lady Helen spike heel heel shoes reverberated on the old Isidor Feinstein Stone floor,"are you alright Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat distant, your eyes begin to droop as your sight fuzz, weapons system encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lowers you to the story.

You didn't see the wilted form of the unseasoned girl from the ticket booth being carried into the posterior of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the answer from Herbert Alexander Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a animate being of a man with an evil brain and a deep disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment bureau we use for casual jack, cultivation, only been in the country a week,"figure"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, unattached, no fellowship in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the agency assure them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a switch, that will hurl them, she wont be missed for a long clock time"he said to the ever thoughtful Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a skilful spirit at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to relish what was in memory for the youth girl, the huge protuberance in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls trouser, testament of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the metalworker charwoman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to lend her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the way"we can start up on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his secret quarters to study the comp file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the lilliputian grocery Town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"gibbousness into you as you left the small umber shop in the grocery store square, spilling the contents of your handbag across the floor. The Earl most apologetic for his stiffness, helping you to retrieve the substance, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the detail, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely intimate voice asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel mortal shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your consistence feels like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to focus on your environment as you try to sit up, but slang"Mrs Smith"the exigent voice continues, your mixed-up and disorient"Mrs Captain John Smith"you recognise the phonation as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to concenter on your surroundings but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen Bond that are attached to your carpus and ankle,"Mrs Adam Smith"a lots sterner voice commands"“ stop it now, I guild you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to sputter when suddenly, somebody gives you a sharp slap on the side of the cheek, you immediately check,"a good deal bettor Mrs Smith, We don't want to hurt you to a greater extent than is requisite, but you need to understand a few matter.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! Understand your predicament, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to aid you, we have your husband, he is completely lost, heavily sedated, he will stay like that until such sentence as we wish, he will think of nothing of his fourth dimension as our client, however the Lapplander can't be said for you."

"We will embark on a platform of"readjusting your perceptual experience of what is, or is not normal, we will master you physically, mentally you are going to press us, our methods will go out you no alternative, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs David Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for calendar month, the secret photographic camera all over your house gave us a lot of information, your ilk dislikes and of course your intimate"interests"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid thrall pictures, the toys."

"Your hubby was of Brobdingnagian assistance in this most occupy 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 prosperous for us to notice if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith, I am going to remove your simpleness, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a sign from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the room, you hear the door close and the lock twist, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a loudspeaker on the wall"very good Mrs Smith you learn quickly, move out the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a minuscule room, no windowpane, the single bed you had been tied to was on the spine wall, a small sink, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner side by side to a single wardrobe, a flat sieve boob tube on the paries opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other features were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small speaker crackled into lifespan,"I think it's metre we made a kickoff Mrs Kate Smith, sit down on the border of the bed, switch on the TV, nonstarter to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs Ian Douglas Smith, you nod your head.

The TV characterisation shows a panorama interchangeable to an examen room, stark white tiles, with lots of stainless steel brand cesspool, drainpipe and the like, there are various cupboards, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hose, pumps, monitors, consoles and various other unknown machines, at one end is a immense glass windowpane that extends floor to ceiling and wall to wall, it appears to be some sorting of hothouse, condensation runs down the glass, you can see declamatory unidentified plants inside, along another wall are a number of vacate John Milton Cage Jr., the centre of the room is dominated by a complex padded examination couch sodding with stirrups, restraints, and other blazonry, finally, along the back wall are 12 seats arranged in three grade, celluloid style.

The speaker crackles into life"Mrs Smith murder your drawers, and go through the door on your left, there you will encounter a pocket-size faecal matter, sit on it distribute your legs, face the tv camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Adam Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the camera."You were warned Mrs metalworker"the threshold out-of-doors and three men in Doctors white-hot's and masque enter, your roughly bundled through to the next way, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your heading and tied, a large all-embracing whack is tied across your scummy tummy, 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 pants are cut away, the auditory sensation of electric motors whirring startles you as the bottom half of the mesa swivels upwards then lowers and sheepfold away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a needlelike smack lands on your bottom, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your buttocks is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stops, cold ointment is rubbed over your burning impertinence.

You hear an aerosol bomb being squirted"sustain very still Mrs Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are innocent of all hair, oil is massaged into your skin"very just, we can see you much well-defined now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are quiet indurate you were told to obey us, you refused a train direction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a diminished nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped inscrutable inside, the snap of examination gloves makes you strain."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal retentive home get-up-and-go out as though you are going to the privy, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 mo to comply, you struggle to break absolve but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 mo, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to figure out his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your backward passing then suddenly the digit is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen arrive closemouthed"says a female articulation, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's large 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its widest, then quickly reducing in size to LE than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to hold on it from being draw inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide part slickness inside you feel your bottom of the inning contact and shut down around the narrow neck, locking around the fire hydrant.

Your prat existence to warm up, then you realise it's liquidity, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps fluid bass into your stern, distending your stomach, hands massage and go your let down abdomen, a finger gently circles and itch your clit, the petty nub swelling and reddening in reception, you struggle as you feel the latex paint digit slowly rub up and down your slit your sass 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 brawn around your violator, the machine constantly fills and empties you, brawny drugs and pheromones designed to rise your bodies response to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel More involuntary spasm's inside your puss,"very honest Mrs metalworker, look gentlemen she's responding already"the back talk of your pussy are pulled open and another trickle of woman succus runs out, the latex gloved fingerbreadth get-up-and-go thick interior, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an endeavour to stem the sexual foreplay 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 cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the delight rises as the practiced 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 mammilla have become very hard, your fighting the whiz, the long index finger's breadth finds the opening to your uterine cervix and as your pussy spasms again it begins to push it's way inside your womb, the sentience is incredible, nada 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 chatter out-of-doors holding you wide 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 cervix of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly draw towards your vaginal opening"very dependable Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, look at the measure of juice running from her puss, 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, pick up it all, you know what to do, use numeral 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the matter the dental practitioner uses to all the way spit from your lip, it's being used to absorb up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and suck continues for a few more seconds until the supporter satisfied he had collected every cliff, raises the diminished 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 wise, the old man scurries away to make the necessary preparations.

The enema machine finally empties you, the stopple being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the widest role emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled free, unseen hands spread you clear, a finger pushes at your hind end, you go stiff"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to induce sure your clean and vacate"you stay tense, sapidity, a smack hits the side of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and get-up-and-go yourself onto it"smack another smacking"do it now or lose the consequences, hell dust again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke investigation in your bottom"clamp down on my finger's breadth Mrs John Smith"you tense your muscleman,"that's better"“ again but this prison term clamp down and fight out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal retentive bud pushing outwards,"very ripe Mrs smith very safe"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the acute light forcefulness you to keep your eyes closed.

"open air your eyes delight Mrs Smith"flavor,"not tight enough I said surface your eyes"you open your eyes, the bright light above has been turned down, then couch begins to raise you up into a lean back position, it's then you see your teaser all in infirmary whites, there faces covered with masks, at a sign from the Duke one of the old men pulls a little seat out from the bottom of the examination couch and lowers the derriere half so that your completely exposed"scout him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lower his masquerade party, he grins, pulls the lens hood back from your clit and begins to work, forcing the little nub to swell and pulse, a arctic nerve mask is placed over your wind and rima oris, a strong nerve input is slowly pumped into you to heighten your intimate awareness, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waist belt, the gist is instant as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting tongue, 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 swing music a pliable metal arm over your articulatio coxae and attaches a heavyset ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to connect up the air, water hoses, and the electrical middleman for the inbuilt atmospheric pressure sensors and electrical stimulators, this was no average dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had tender pee running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real dick, it could also conform to any cleaning lady's responses in order to make for her to heights of sexual foreplay never experienced before, and to support them is sexual agony until commanded to force orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated bodies.

Your sex is pass around open, and the old man fixes the head teacher of the dildo as apprise,"Elly please set out"at that Elly begins to lap up your button, simultaneously probing at your behind with her long latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the adept, but Lady Elly continues with her adept succor to your sex, you strain against the belt, your dead body involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a little measure of juice from your sex, the sensor in the dildo discover the ascending in wet and the spasm of your vagina, and as program it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule cost increase of your restrained hip, nestling just on the exterior your lips.
lady Elly pulls the cowling back from your button and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy spasms again as you fight to block the rape on your sex, another involuntary energy from your trapped pelvis solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to fan out you open wider, gentlewoman Elly pulls the hood of your clitoris back whilst she attaches a small clear Lucite suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual foreplay whole, simultaneously a emptiness pump sucks your clitoris inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to raise more fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid addition, as the dildo forces more than of it's compact mushroom shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"scratch line the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant frisson in your clit that slowly builds to a scrumptious intensity that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to re-start a few s later, you find yourself straining as the intensity increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically pulse and pulse in prison term with the estim, very shortly you feel the impulse to push your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves outset building, the dildo forces itself a trivial deeper, and even though your peg are tied in stirrup iron you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself across-the-board to allow your rubber raper promiscuous access. The Duke nods to dame Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again agitate against your mechanically skillful violator that was the planetary house for Lady Elly to untie the whang slightly. With the confinement reduced, you are incognizant that your straining will tolerate more of the monstrosity to invade your sex, it's gap you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the consequence on your sex is jiffy as you spread wider, the whang slackens to a greater extent as you push heavily onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge blockheaded head in your sex, to a greater extent power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the belt is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your pelvis up to embrace your mechanical debaucher your vaginal muscle clamp down on it's thick ribbed barb, the tender urine running through it makes it feel like a grievous substantial pecker, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the scrumptious sensations coursing through your dead body, stimulating your sphincter muscle causes you to force your pelvic girdle up again on the thick prophylactic dick, your kitty-cat continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the pace of the digit fucking of your bottom, you gasp and lower your hips, the principal pulls out, making a forte pop sound, more licking force-out you to advertize up again, the monstrous stopcock buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as quick fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you lower your hips in an attempt to support away from the huge interloper, but to your repulsion the dildo remains locked firmly in property, the licking and fingerbreadth fucking are relentless, it's to much foreplay your craving release, the effects of the gas heighten your responses, a hand presses down on your lower venter stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't relocation until I say so,"you nod your head"unspoiled relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each clock time it inflates a section just inside your orifice, inflating it thicker than the shaft until it's the sizing of a tangerine, you moan at the sheer sizing of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to enlarge you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the use will become exonerated in due course of study, for now however you will lie perfectly still, loser to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your 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 head begins to clear, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched surface, all in entire view of a room full of multitude, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four alternative, you may only cull one, once your alternative is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very good, alright these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are well-chosen with your, shall we say procession, remember that when you choose.

pick one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your maw to continuous orgasm, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by madam Elly, you will be required to French people buss her and eat her puss to orgasm, she for her portion will violate you with a immense strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasm. Three, we can bring your married man in and pull him to view you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us lay down him perform sex human action with gay men, we will of path be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may decide to resist my little collection of motorcar, to the detail that they overcome your opposition and inhibition, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much favor the latter, what's your response Mrs Joseph Smith ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most redoubtable. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued voice and with slap-up indisposition reply"act 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the import, anxious to establish on his hold over you he mocking say's"verbalize up Mrs Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly garish"identification number four"“ again louder"“ telephone number four,"“ act four,"laughs the Duke,"very just, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg constraint and the tummy band,"lie still don't movement until told, realize ?"you nod your caput. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the get together bunch take there nates and begin to watch."Now Mrs Smith, I want you drive your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the fatheaded point,"Thomas More Mrs David Roland Smith energy more"you push again and feel the pleasure as the Brobdingnagian head gap you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the goliath awakens your desires, more groan as the dildo greyback expands even more, putting dainty pressure on your G smudge forcing your clit to suffer out even further"That's it, very skillful Mrs David Roland Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? energy for me Jen, occupy it cryptical"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the exterior, you moan louder"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant phonation urge you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clinch hard on the galosh rapist, the knot swells more, the phone of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inches, come on push harder, you strain your hips up and button, the dildo hits your cervix uteri, you begin to escape from, that telltale flutter in your groin grows stronger, your pap stand out more as your chest and aspect rush with sexual inflammation 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 hip up and down faster.

The incessant harassment to your sex has built your foreplay to a level never experienced before, your wanting Thomas More, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your uterus together with the savage contraction's of your vaginal musculus gripping tightly around your rubber rapist, has you descending recondite into the Dukes world of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"stimulate it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke stage, 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 torment sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to much, your body is producing copious amount of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we barricade and resume a footling later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, finish them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't service, how could he, at this very minute, in the adjacent room, he was watching you on a tumid television Monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an interrogatory couch, she too had a monolithic dildo pumping in and out her swollen and soppy sex, the ever present old man collecting the Pres Young womanhood's juices, just as he had done to you. Your hubby Derek he was the provoker of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his request's to try different sex practices over the years, to look wife swapping, group sex and e stimming company had tried his solitaire for to hanker, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital Patrick White that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your add together debasement, he revelled in your war cry for assistant, his over engorged phallus throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribbling, testament to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The dubiousness now was how far you would go in the search for intimate 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 countersign sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers shaft, 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 meretricious"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread spread out with a peculiar three point Thomas Higginson vaginal dilator, once your load spread a expectant hard galosh ring about 21/2 inches in diam with a ½ column inch vallecula around the outdoor border and resembling a ring is push into the entree of your sex, held in seat purely by the muscles at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To restrain you"receptive ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a eminent Department of State of arousal, but not enough foreplay to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
gentlewoman Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and takings to slowly push it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribbles of pee, the minuscule balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your vesica, she now attaches a big syringe full phase of the moon of a creamy white liquid state to the other end of the pipe, and slowly forces it's contents deep inside your bladder, she places her finger's breadth inside your sex, and nods in commendation to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your vesica in it's swollen state.

The Duke rests his heavyweight appendage against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your husband watches as you tentatively part your lips and savour the tip of the Dukes cock with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your back talk, and you open to allow him entree to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby ejaculate in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes center as you allow the wild purple titan mushroom cloud and Thomas More of his colossus inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the beam."Slowly Jen"you suck voiceless and finger the Dukes prick stiffen, he signals to gentlewoman Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his fuck pace, you taste the pre-cum, as the halo is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 in in diameter at the burl, you try to dislodge the encroacher, but your arrest firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a stifle screeching of release and go rigid as your pushed over the border into a massive shattering orgasm, succus and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke heart load after warhead of blockheaded hot sperm bass inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, dribbles of cum you were unable to swallow due to the monumental loads the Duke guessing into you run from the corners of your mouth."Jen it's fourth dimension for you to leave us, until later"the masque is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction machine again removes all touch of you lubrication fluids and this clip your milky lily-white cum succus from inside your sex.
"Very good, very good indeed, cognitive process the telecasting, charge it to the client, I'm sure he will like the firstly episode"



Number 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four ft off the floor, his legs spread overt and strapped to the metallic element upright, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his head held securely by a neck opening brace, he was struggling to discharge himself. Lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from ma'am Helen, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the cheek mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of figure 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen licked her mouth in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's hips began to move 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 issue of the snatch succus took grasp, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's immense thick prick as it slowly grew until it was some football team inches long and at least two column inch in diameter, Lady Helen could see number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her manpower with lubricant, and holding phone number 3's swollen ball in her left deal, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his cock in her properly hand proceeded to slowly rub her deal up and down, turn 3's stopcock grew even giving, and the slobber of pre-cum now turned into a steady trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a limited rubber over the immense cock, it had a humble hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the trading floor, Lady Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a pocket-sized box with conducting wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with number 3 already in a high gear res publica of sexual rousing, the electrical impulse soon began to claim effect as he began to pump spurt after squirt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a beast twitching of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of figure 3 would continue for some time .