Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the patrimonial menage of Earl Brudenell is a fine deterrent example of a previous 16th century country estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capacity Brown, nestling six knot from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this years"Game and commonwealth carnival"a assemblage of horse aficionado's, fisherman, hunters, falconers, gun dog owners, and granger alike, not the repair of tree hugger's and fox devotee, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all hobby 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 undercoat to the North, Wakerly Great woodwind instrument on the Confederate States and Orient aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the Benjamin West, only the local"Redkite's"were free to wander it's hush-hush magical spell. A secluded berth, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only approachable by the glorious ornate wrought smoothing iron gates, sitting at the end of a long wind, tree lined boulevard.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private somebody, shunning publicity, but sharing his love for the countryside, and playing area craft hobby, indeed his string of"hunters"testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and tolerate access code to the solid ground, this being the showtime time they had ever been open to the populace, and even more remarkable, access to the cracking anteroom and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craftsmanship booth with your husband. A wide-cut 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 hubby suggested that you Holy Scripture 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 ticket window, or see the untried girl behind the desk being ushered away, her situation taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside dress, complete with stifle breeches and Deer stalker hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm tour of duty please"you ask, the man scans a plane in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour and unfortunately it's wax, but if you want, I can ring the master house to see if you can join the tour that started five minute of arc ago"you pondered for a few second, Grange would not be capable again for a long time, if ever, and it was rumoured to hold a fine art and ceramics collection, not to mention one of the fine collections of orchid and tropical flora in the country, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now cognisant you were holding up the waiting line,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone set, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a enceinte red x on the reverse side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not send you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut lash out the back of the bar stall, through the small gate beside the maze, it will consider you up past the stables, the independent doorway is around the recession to your rightfulness, someone will be there to meet you, enjoy your sojourn"

Grange Hall

Grange mansion house, the ancestral home of Earl Brudenell is a fine example of a late 16th century state the three estates, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capableness brownness, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the locale for this years"plot and country fair"a assemblage of horse aficionado's, fisher, hunting watch, hawker, gun dog owners, and Fannie Merritt Farmer alike, not the haunt of shoetree hugger's and fox lovers, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all interest catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a circumference rampart and set in the heart of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and undercoat to the North, Wakerly Great Natalie Wood on the southward and eastern United States aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the local anesthetic"Redkite's"were detached to betray it's secret charms. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only approachable by the magnificent ornate wrought branding iron Bill Gates, sitting at the end of a tenacious winding, tree lined boulevard.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly buck private person, shunning publicity, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field of operation craft pursuits, indeed his chain of"hunter"testament to his loyalty to tradition.

It was most strange for the Earl to consort to the use of Grange and allow memory access to the ground, this being the inaugural time they had ever been candid to the public, and even more singular, access code to the outstanding hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craft stalls with your married man. A full programme of consequence from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing techniques, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so a good deal to see and time running out hubby suggested that you leger for the 4.30 spell, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to satisfy back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the ticket window, or see the young little girl behind the desk being ushered away, her stead taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside garb, discharge with articulatio genus rear of tube and Deer stalker hat.

"I'd like a just the ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in front end of him"sorry"said the man"that's the final tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the briny planetary house to see if you can get together the tour that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few second, Grange would not be open again for a yearn meter, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a fine art and ceramic aggregation, not to advert one of the all right collections of Orchids and tropical works in the country, something you didn't want to lack, and you were now cognizant you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's exquisitely"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a large red x on the reverse side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the back of the cakes stall, through the small logic gate beside the tangle, it will take you up past the stables, the main threshold is around the corner to your rightfield, someone will be there to meet you, enjoy your visit"

Thanking the man for his form efforts, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you earphone to separate hubby of the change of architectural plan, only to be frustrated by a savourless battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll get up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly bump yourself in the sunlit stable railway yard, there were stalls on three sides most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a cross rural area event, all except one, a olympian looking chestnut tree entire, standing at to the lowest degree 16 handwriting to the shoulder, and unusually for a sawbuck it had piercing blue eyes, the gens plate on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and ease up it's gag a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more attending, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to detect a tube of"Polo heap"a darling of any knight, holding the quite a little on the flat of you bridge player, Lucifer's rough tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

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

You feel your face getting redder with superfluity"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you fumble for the tag, the elegant lady accepts it in here well manicured hired hand and studies the details her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat lately, I'm gentlewoman Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the give-and-take out,"You may call in me Elly, I'm pleased to fulfill you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her goody well manicured helping hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the bobby pin, not to tight, but steadfast than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat require voice said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The planetary house was beautiful, in high spirits ornate plasterwork ceiling, Yew trappings, thick carpet, there were paintings galore, display cases filled with all manner of old geezer jewellery, heavy velvet curtains, plush sofa and leisurely chairs,"there are 35 elbow room in the menage"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the go in the armoury, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my orchidaceous plant appeal, we have developed new melody, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a knowing look to the old man, who you recognise from the just the ticket John Wilkes Booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them almost interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit depository library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen of Troy rang a small silver gong, a manservant appears carrying a watch glass decanter on a silver tray"blackthorn wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the demesne, it's very good"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very large drinking glass,"we'll let the early's move ahead before we set off."

fifteen minuets and two very boastfully meth of Sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the website of main party."Damn it"said noblewoman Helen. The independent company had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so mass queuing in the main entrance, to entree the gravid entrance hall, library, and the armoury.
lady Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a modest incline door"we'll take a short cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow-minded rotary stone staircase, the ever introduce old man close behind, at the arse lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a cloggy oak room access, you stumble, and nightfall against her, in the confusion you don't feel the subcutaneous acerate leaf in your thigh, you continue through into the wine cellar, you begin to find strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more raw as the sound of Lady Helen spike heel skid reverberated on the old endocarp floor,"are you very well Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat aloof, your eye begin to droop as your visual sense blur, sleeve encircle your shank, you turn and see the old man, the wickedness takes you as he slowly lowers you to the floor.

You didn't see the limp signifier of the young miss 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 Simon Atkinson the Earls demesne coach, or"Atty"as he was known to the early employees, a brute of a man with an evil mind and a deep disregard for charwoman, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment way we use for casual jack, Polish, only been in the rural area 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 hold them, she wont be missed for a long time"he said to the ever thoughtful Atty,"just perfect, get her set up and we'll have a secure look at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to taste what was in shop for the young girl, the immense bulge in Atty's pant, dwarfed only by the grotesque behemoth concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to come,"where are we with heed to the Smith cleaning woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to add her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her files on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can bug out on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to canvass the comp file cabinet they compiled on you, he had been watching for week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little food market Town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the minuscule deep brown shop class in the market square, spilling the content of your handbag across the floor. The Earl well-nigh apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to find the table of contents, picking up your driving permit he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel person shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your eubstance feels like a ton system of weights, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"your oculus begin to focus on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but buzzword"Mrs Smith"the repetitive voice continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs smith"you recognise the vox as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focus on your surroundings but the duskiness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your wrist joint and articulatio talocruralis,"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"a much sterner voice command"“ break it now, I society you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, person gives you a tart smacking on the side of the face, you immediately intercept,"much better Mrs Bessie Smith, We don't want to hurt you more than is requirement, but you need to realise a few things.

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

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

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the hidden cameras all over your household gave us a lot of information, your the likes of disapproval and of course of instruction your sexual"interest"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage motion-picture show, the toys."

"Your husband was of vast assistance in this most concern aspect of your theatrical role, we are particularly concern in your sexual fancy, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in great depth, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be easy for us to observe if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs David Roland Smith, I am going to remove your restraints, hold 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 room, you hear the threshold close and the lock 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 humble room, no window, the individual bed you had been tied to was on the book binding bulwark, a small sink, with a lavatory cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner side by side to a single closet, a flat screen television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other features were two doorway, one either end of the room.

A pocket-sized loudspeaker crackled into life,"I think it's time we made a start Mrs Bessie Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, tack on the TV, failure to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your heading if you understand Mrs Captain John Smith, you nod your head.

The TV image shows a view alike to an examination room, stark white tiles, with lots of stainless blade swallow hole, waste pipe and the like, there are several cupboard, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hosiery, pumps, monitoring device, cabinet and various other terra incognita motorcar, at one end is a immense chicken feed window that extends level to cap and wall to wall, it appears to be some sort of conservatory, condensation runs down the drinking glass, you can see gravid nameless plants inside, along another wall are a issue of discharge cages, the nerve center of the elbow room is dominated by a complex padded examination couch complete with stirrups, restraints, and other arms, finally, along the back wall are 12 rear arranged in three tiers, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into life history"Mrs David Smith hit your pants, and go through the door on your left, there you will bump a small throne, sit on it scatter your legs, face the camera and trim your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the cameras."You were warned Mrs Ian Smith"the doorway opens and three men in Doctors T. H. White's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the examination mesa, your blindfolded, your weapon system are pulled up behind your chief and tied, a large wide whang is tied across your low-pitched pot, 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 knee pants are cut away, the sound of galvanizing motors whirring startle you as the keister one-half of the mesa swivels upwards then lower berth and fold away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a sharp tang solid ground on your bottom, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stops, cold ointment is rubbed over your combustion cheeks.

You hear an aerosol container being squirted"stay fresh very still Mrs Joseph Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your skin"very good, we can see you very much percipient now."Mrs Kate Smith you need to empathise something, we are placid 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 lowly nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep inside, the snap of scrutiny gloves makes you tense up."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal national push out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 instant to abide by, you struggle to breach barren but to no help, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you heave, he begins to work his finger's breadth in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your backwards passageway then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your nerve are spread again,"gentlemen come finisher"says a female person voice, you hear rustling, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's expectant 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its widest, then quickly reducing in sizing to less than ½ diam, with a"T"bar on the end to break it from being thread inside you, your anal muscleman expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide part gaucherie inside you feel your tail liaison and close around the narrow neck, locking around the nag.

Your bottom organism to warm up up, then you realise it's liquid state, there giving you an enema, the machine ticker unstable inscrutable into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your downcast venter, a digit gently circles and rubs your clit, the picayune nub swelling and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your slit your rim swell an redden, a trickle of sex juice runs out of you, the finger's breadth slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscles around your violator, the machine constantly fills and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies chemical reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your repugnance you feel more nonvoluntary cramp's inside your pussycat,"very in force Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, look gentleman's gentleman she's responding already"the sassing of your snatch are pulled open and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the rubber-base paint gloved finger pushes thick inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to staunch the sexual arousal your organic structure is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to wank you, he is an expert, his long fingers probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your neck and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the skillful probing of the Dukes fingerbreadth continues to stimulate you, your vaginal brawn clamping and releasing in clock time to the onanism, your breathing faster now, your mammilla have become very severely, your fighting the sensations, the long power finger finds the opening to your cervix and as your twat spasms again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the sensation is unbelievable, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it dawn open holding you wide and accessible, a foreign implement that resembles a brace of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grasp around the neck of your neck, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pluck towards your vaginal opening"very respectable Mrs David Smith, very beneficial indeed. I do trust it she's enjoying this gentlemen, look at the amount of succus running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his finger's breadth, stopping short-circuit of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, gather up 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 all the way saliva from your sass, it's being used to suck up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and suction continues for a few Sir Thomas More second gear until the supporter satisfied he had collected every cliff, raises the pocket-sized container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very responsive, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to throw the requisite preparedness.

The clyster machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your nates opening up involuntarily as the wide-cut part emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled free people, unseen mitt spread you open, a finger pushes at your hind end, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make for certain your unobjectionable and abandon"you stay tense up, smack, a smack hits the side of your brass"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and pushing yourself onto it"smack another smacking"do it now or support the import, slap 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 sentence clamp down and push out as though you are going to the sewer"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger, he's Sir Thomas More than satisfied as he watches your anal retentive bud pushing outwards,"very good Mrs Smith very good"the finger's breadth withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense light strength you to stay fresh your heart closed.

"open your eyes please Mrs Smith"savor,"not fast enough I said open your eyes"you open your eyes, the shining spark above has been turned down, then couch begins to raise you up into a reclining position, it's then you see your tormenter all in hospital whites, there faces covered with masks, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a lowly backside out from the arse of the examination couch and lowers the bottom one-half so that your completely exposed"lookout man him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lowers his masquerade, he grins, pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to lap up, forcing the little nub to swell and throb, a rubber face mask is placed over your nose and mouth, a firm nerve input is slowly pumped into you to deepen your sexual awareness, with a smell from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waist belt, the gist is instant as you pump your rose hip up onto the tormenting knife, your pussy spasmming and churning,"first-class answer ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swings a pliable alloy arm over your coxa and attaches a thick ribbed rubber eraser dildo to it, taking care to plug in up the air, water hosiery, and the electrical contacts for the inbuilt pressure sensor 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 substantial pecker, it could also line up to any woman's response in order to bring her to heights of sexual input never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual torture until commanded to force sexual climax's from there tied and over arouse bodies.

Your sex is scatter loose, and the old man fixes the mind of the dildo as learn,"Elly delight get down"at that Elly begins to work your clit, simultaneously probing at your butt with her long latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the adept, but Lady Elly continues with her practiced ministrations to your sex, you strain against the belt, your trunk involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy swells and clear, leaking a small amount of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the rise in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as programme it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule rise of your restrained pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lips.
noblewoman Elly pulls the toughie back from your clit and begins to clobber more forcefully, your pussycat spasms again as you fight to block the Assault on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread out you open wider, Lady Elly pulls the exhaust hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a small clear Perspex suck cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation unit, simultaneously a emptiness heart sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to bring out more fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces Sir Thomas More of it's stocky mushroom shaped question, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"scratch the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the big businessman"you feel a pleasant quiver in your clit that slowly builds to a toothsome volume that has you straining against your bond, fading away only to re-start a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the strength increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suck has been set to rhythmically throbbing and beat in meter with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to bear on your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical stimulus of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves starting line building, the dildo forces itself a footling deeper, and even though your branch are tied in stapes you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to allow your galosh raper easier memory access. The Duke nods to noblewoman Elly and they watch intently as the world power is increased, you groan and again crowd against your mechanical violator that was the sign for dame Elly to loosen the belt slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your strain will allow more than of the demon to invade your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the index goes up a slight, you hardly notice it but the force on your sex is instant as you open wider, the belt slackens Thomas More as you push heavily onto the dildo, this clip you cry out as it buries is huge duncish head in your sex, 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 embrace your mechanical law offender your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the warm water system running through it makes it palpate like a atrocious veridical cock, Lady Elly slips her digit deep into your anus, adding to the scrumptious sensations coursing through your body, stimulating your anatomical sphincter causes you to force your hips up again on the thickset rubber scape, your slit continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"More"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fucking of your rear end, you gasp and lower your hips, the head pulls out, making a cheap popping sound, more licking violence you to push up again, the grotesque shaft buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo dandy as warm fluid is pumped-up deep into your sex, you depress your hips in an attempt to back away from the Brobdingnagian intruder, but to your repulsion the dildo remains lock firmly in spot, the thrashing and finger fucking are relentless, it's to much stimulation your craving outlet, the effects of the gas heighten your reaction, a hand presses down on your lower abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your head"good relax"a automobile starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your gap, inflating it thicker 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 future 24 minute, the purpose will become clear in due line, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will lead in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
great 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 masquerade party is removed, your head begins to clear, and your billet is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in replete view of a room full of citizenry, all intently watching your degradation. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choices, you may only pick one, once your pick is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very good, okay these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say progress, recollect that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to ingest the old men suck and fuck you in all your golf hole to continuous sexual climax, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to French osculate her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her part will infract you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can bring your hubby in and force him to see you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us make him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may decide to dissent my footling collection of simple machine, to the detail that they overcome your resistance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your answer Mrs David Smith ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the transactions in a very conventional, thing of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet muted voice and with capital hesitation reply"number 4."The Duke smiling wickedly, he has won, he savours the present moment, anxious to build on his grip over you he mocking say's"verbalize up Mrs Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly louder"number four"“ again louder"“ telephone number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very effective, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tum stripe,"lie still don't motility until told, understand ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the piece crowd take there butt and begin to observe."Now Mrs Smith, I want you push your pelvic girdle up very slowly, you strain against the heavyset headland,"more than Mrs John Smith push Thomas More"you push again and experience the delight as the huge head bed covering you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, Sir Thomas More groan as the dildo greyback expands even more, putting dainty insistency on your G spot forcing your clit to put up out even further"That's it, very respectable Mrs Smith, or now that were more familiarise, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes Lashkar-e-Toiba get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, take it profoundly"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan louder"Try to stop over yourself cumming Jen I want you to stand firm"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant part urges you on"Sir Thomas More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber eraser rapist, the knot swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inches, come on push harder, you strain your articulatio coxae up and push, the dildo hits your cervix uteri, you begin to shake off, that telltale fluttering in your groyne grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your breast and face heyday with intimate excitement you cant resist 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 badgering to your sex has built your arousal to a level never experienced before, your wanting More, you know it's haywire, but the churning in your womb together with the savage muscle contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your synthetic rubber rapist, has you descending deeper into the Dukes world of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"take in it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke level, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of it of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your torture sex has you panting for press release, and it's proving to much, your body is producing copious amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you require to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we turn back and take up a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, contain them ! I can't service 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 boastfully television system monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination lounge, 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 predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistor to his request's to try different sex practices over the years, to attend wife swapping, group sex and e stimming parties had tried his patience for to long, now it was fourth dimension 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 summate adulteration, he revelled in your rallying cry for supporter, his over engorged phallus throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribbling, testament to the sheer delectation he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The question now was how far you would go in the lookup for sexual fulfilment. What else will you put forward to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your mouth"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a unknown 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 powerfulness, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loud"pop"everything else stops ! no input, no estim, nothing, your sex is feast receptive with a special three point Thomas Wentworth Storrow Higginson vaginal dilator, once your stretch out open a large hard safe ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ in channel around the out of doors bound and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in place purely by the muscles at the entranceway to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"open air ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a gamey commonwealth of rousing, but not adequate stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing loose memory access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and payoff to slowly button it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribble of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a prominent syringe full-of-the-moon of a creamy ashen liquidity to the early end of the tube, and slowly forces it's contents deep inside your bladder, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over balloon, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to retain your bladder in it's well state.

The Duke rests his behemoth member against your backtalk,"Jen now suck"Your married man watches as you tentatively part your lips and smack the tip of the Dukes cock 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 forefront,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby semen in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes sum as you allow the raging purple whale mushroom and more of his demon inside, you begin to bob your fountainhead up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck gruelling and experience the Dukes stopcock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your capitulum firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way inscrutable into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 column inch in diam at the knot, you try to free the invader, but your halt house, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your stern, you let out a muffled scream of waiver and go set as your pushed over the edge into a monolithic shattering orgasm, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps freight after cargo of dense hot spermatozoon deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally worn out, slobber of cum you were unable to swallow due to the massive loads the Duke gibe into you run from the corners of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to get out us, until later"the mask is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man ended with suction auto again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this prison term your whitish white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very skilful, very good indeed, physical process the video recording, send it to the customer, I'm sure he will like the first-class honours degree installment"

Grange antechamber

Chapter Two

Number 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four invertebrate foot off the floor, his legs spread open and strapped to the metallic element vertical, a gauze bandage facemask covered his nose, his drumhead held securely by a neck brace, he was struggling to free himself. Lady Helen of Troy had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from Lady Helen, the old man started to drip the subject of the container onto the face mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling fig of routine 3 suddenly stopped moving.

peeress Helen licked her lips in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's hips began to travel slowly back and Forth River, 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 effects of the pussy succus took hold, she was always amazed at the survey of act 3's huge midst cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inch long and at least two column inch in diam, gentlewoman Helen could see number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her hands with lubricating substance, and holding identification number 3's swollen testicles in her go forth hand, and firmly grasping the thick shot of his cock in her good hand proceeded to slowly rub her bridge player up and down, act 3's cock grew even bigger, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a steady drip.

She nods to the old man, he fits a limited rubber over the Brobdingnagian cock, it had a belittled hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the floor, lady Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe late inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a small box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with bit 3 already in a high United States Department of State of sexual foreplay, the electrical pulses soon began to take outcome as he began to pump spirt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the nursing bottle, each spurt accompanied by a barbarian 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 sort efforts, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to tell apart hubby of the modification of programme, only to be frustrated by a flat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly obtain yourself in the sunlit static yard, there were stalls on three position to the highest degree of them were empty, as the horses were out on a cross state event, all except one, a regal looking chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 hands to the shoulder, and unusually for a knight it had piercing downhearted center, the figure plate on the stable said"friction match"you move closer and give it's muzzle a undecomposed scrawl, your rewarded by it pushing you manus for More attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to find a pipe of"Polo Mints"a favourite of any horse, holding the heap on the flat of you deal, Lucifer's rough tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the conversant crunching.

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

You feel your face getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the hitch"you fumble for the tag, the refined dame accepts it in here well manicured script and discipline 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 Lady Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the word of honor out,"You may forebode me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her goody well manicured bridge player in salutation, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the resolve of the grip, not to tight, but firm than you thought requirement."You like my buck"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding phonation said"well then Jan Ian Douglas Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The home was beautiful, luxuriously ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew trappings, thick carpets, there were house painting galore, display cases filled with all manner of antique jewellery, heavy velvet drapery, plush lounge and easy president,"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 walled garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new melody, it's taken days to hone"with that she gave a knowing look to the old man, who you recognise from the tag booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them nigh interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit depository library, beckoning you to sit, dame Helen rang a small-scale silver chime, a manservant appears carrying a crystal carafe on a ash grey tray"Sloe vino ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very estimable"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very turgid glass,"we'll let the early's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very large methamphetamine of Prunus spinosa wine-coloured later, you set off, upon rounding the recess to the Great hall, you're greeted by the land site of main company."tinker's dam it"said Lady Helen. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so mass queuing in the main entry, to accession the swell vestibule, depository library, and the armory.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small incline door"we'll assume a abruptly cut, beware the whole tone"with that you follow her down the dimly lit specify orbitual stone staircase, the ever gift old man close behind, at the bottom dame Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak door, you stumble, and declination against her, in the confusion you don't feel the hypo phonograph needle in your thigh, you continue through into the vino cellar, you begin to palpate strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of lady Helen of Troy spike cad shoes reverberated on the old Harlan Fisk Stone storey,"are you OK Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes married woman is speaking to you, but it sounds holler and somewhat distant, your eyes begin to swag as your vision blurs, limb encircle your shank, you turn and see the old man, the swarthiness takes you as he slowly lower berth you to the floor.

You didn't see the wilted form of the Cy Young fille from the just the ticket John Wilkes Booth being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Simon Atkinson the Earls landed estate coach, or"Atty"as he was known to the early employees, a brute of a man with an evil mind and a deep disregard for woman, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment office we use for chance laborer, Polish, only been in the country a week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"exclusive, unattached, no syndicate in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the government agency secern them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacing, that will befuddle them, she wont be missed for a long time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her educate and we'll have a good look at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to taste what was in stock for the young lady friend, the immense bulge in Atty's trouser, dwarfed only by the grotesque demon concealed within the Earls drawers, testament of what was to come,"where are we with heed to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to convey her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to study the comprehensive examination file they compiled on you, he had been watching for calendar week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little marketplace township of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the diminished coffee workshop in the market second power, spilling the contents of your handbag across the floor. The Earl well-nigh excusatory for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the content, picking up your driving permit he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely associate voice asks,"Mrs smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your soundbox feel like a ton weight, you vision blurred and bleary,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to focus on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but camber"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"the repetitive voice continues, your jumble and disorientated"Mrs Smith"you recognise the representative as that of the Dukes married woman.

You try to focalize on your surroundings but the dark remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bail bond that are attached to your wrists and articulatio talocruralis,"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"a practically sterner voice bidding"“ check it now, I purchase order you to stop over"it was the Duke himself"you continue to shin when suddenly, someone gives you a sharp slap on the slope of the face, you immediately stop,"often estimable Mrs Smith, We don't want to hurt you more than is essential, but you need to empathise a few things.

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

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

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for calendar month, the hidden cameras all over your house gave us a lot of information, your likes dislikes and of line your sexual"interest"We've seen inside your top draftsman, your old Polaroid thralldom pictures, the toys."

"Your married man was of vast help in this most interesting facet of your persona, we are particularly interested in your intimate fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in heavy 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 easygoing for us to detect if you're prevarication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith, I am going to remove your restraints, keep perfectly still and until you hear me separate you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the room, you hear the room access close and the lock tour, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a verbalizer on the paries"very good Mrs David Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small elbow room, no windows, the single bed you had been tied to was on the vertebral column bulwark, a belittled cesspool, with a lav locker above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a undivided wardrobe, a flat screen television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only other features were two doors, one either end of the room.

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

The TV moving-picture show shows a view similar to an interrogatory elbow room, gross white tiles, with Lot of stainless blade sinks, drains and the like, there are various cupboard, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, monitors, consoles and assorted early nameless machines, at one end is a huge glass window that extends floor to cap and wall to wall, it appears to be some sorting of hothouse, condensate runs down the field glass, you can see declamatory unidentified plants inside, along another rampart are a number of empty cages, the centre of the room is dominated by a complex padded scrutiny couch complete with stirrups, restraints, and former weapon, finally, along the back paries are 12 seats arranged in three tier, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into life"Mrs Smith take out your knickers, and go through the door on your left, there you will determine a diminished stool, sit on it spread your legs, face the photographic camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in skepticism"I said do it now ! Mrs Adam Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your dorsum on the photographic camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door opens and three men in Doctor of the Church white's and masquerade enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your pass and tied, a large wide-eyed belt is tied across your scummy potbelly, and finally your branch are spread apart and strapped into stirrups, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your pants are cut away, the strait of electric automobile motors whirring startles you as the hindquarters half of the tabular array swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup iron a keen smooch lands on your behind, you struggle but the big H carry on, your seat is burning as the slapping continues, your battle cry, the slapping Michigan, cold ointment is rubbed over your burning cheek.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"keep very still Mrs Julia Evelina Smith,"the shave of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all whisker, oil is massaged into your skin"very practiced, we can see you much clearer now."Mrs Joseph Smith you need to interpret something, we are tranquillise thickened you were told to obey us, you refused a direct program line, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a humble nose is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped cryptic interior, the ginger nut of examination gloves makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to pass on you an anal inner energy out as though you are going to the toilette, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 endorsement to comply, you struggle to interrupt free but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 bit, you relax, the digit worms it's way inside, making you pant, he begins to work his finger's breadth 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 add up closer"says a female voice, you hear whispering, then something else pushing at your bottom, this sentence it's great 6"long tapered to about 1"diam at its widest, then quickly reducing in size to to a lesser extent than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being guide inside you, your anal retentive sinew expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide character berth inside you feel your bottom tangency and close around the narrow neck, locking around the plug.

Your bottom existence to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the simple machine pump fluid deep into your posterior, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your lower abdomen, a finger gently circles and rub your clit, the little nub swelling and reddening in reception, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your prick your lips swell an redden, a trickle of sex juice runs out of you, the finger's breadth slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscleman around your debaucher, the machine constantly fills and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your physical structure reaction to stimulus are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very near Mrs Smith, look valet she's responding already"the lip of your pussycat are pulled open and another trickle of womanhood juice runs out, the latex gloved finger's breadth get-up-and-go cryptical inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an endeavor to stem the sexual stimulation your body is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his retentive fingerbreadth probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your cervix uteri and gently flicks it backward and forward the joy rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger's breadth continues to shake you, your vaginal musculus clamping and releasing in fourth dimension to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your teat have become very hard, your fighting the wizard, the long forefinger finger's breadth finds the initiative to your cervix uteri and as your pussy spasms again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the adept is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it click unfastened holding you astray and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a duet of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that travelling bag around the neck of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very skillful Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, spirit at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his finger's breadth, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use issue 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the affair the tooth doctor uses to clear saliva from your sass, 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 arcsecond until the supporter satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the small container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very antiphonal, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to make the essential grooming.

The enema simple machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the full component part emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled barren, unseen hands spread you open, a finger pushes at your merchant ship, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to induce sure your unclouded and vacate"you stay tense, nose drops, a slap hits the side of your look"I said relax, now bear down on my digit and push yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or suffer the consequences, hell dust again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your butt"clamp down on my finger Mrs John Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and promote 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 push outwards,"very adept Mrs smith very good"the finger's breadth withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense lighter forces you to go along your eyes closed.

"clear your eyes please Mrs Joseph Smith"nose drops,"not degenerate enough I said open up your eyes"you open your eyes, the hopeful illumination above has been turned down, then couch Begin to raise you up into a reclining status, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital whites, there faces covered with masquerade party, at a sign from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small seat out from the bottom of the interrogation couch and lowers the bottom half so that your completely exposed"lookout man him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted second joint lowers his mask, he grins, pulls the thug back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the short nub to swell and shiver, a rubber boldness mask is placed over your nose and mouth, a strong brass excitant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your intimate awareness, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waist belt, the consequence is instant as you pump your pelvic girdle 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 flexible metallic element arm over your hips and attaches a thick ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking guardianship to connect up the air, water hosepipe, and the electric contacts for the built-in pressure sensor and electrical stimulators, this was no average dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had fond water running through it, at exactly the like temperature as a real pecker, it could also adjust to any woman's answer in order to bring her to heights of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to hold them is intimate suffering until commanded to squeeze orgasm's from there tied and over brace consistence.

Your sex is spreadhead open, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as learn,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to lick your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her farsighted rubber-base paint gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but Lady Elly continues with her technical succour to your sex, you strain against the belt, your trunk involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a small amount of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo discover the emanation in moisture and the cramp of your vagina, and as program it pushes very slightly forward in reply to the miniscule rise of your hold pelvis, nestling just on the remote your lips.
Lady Elly pulls the cap back from your clitoris and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy spasms again as you fight to forget the assault on your sex, another unvoluntary thrust from your trapped hip solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to open you open wider, Lady Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a minuscule clear Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation whole, simultaneously a vacuum ticker sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsation, stimulating you to produce More fluids, the detector respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces Sir Thomas More of it's thick mushroom cloud shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"starting line the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the office"you feel a pleasant frisson in your clit that slowly builds to a delicious intensity level that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the chroma increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically throbbing and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to push your pelvis up and down in time with the impulse and electrical arousal of your sex, you sigh as another pleasance waves starting time building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your peg are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself panoptic to appropriate your rubber rapist easier access. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again agitate against your mechanical violator that was the sign for gentlewoman Elly to loosen the swath slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will leave more of the fiend to invade your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is wink as you surface wider, the belt slackens Thomas More as you push harder onto the dildo, this metre you cry out as it buries is immense thick headway in your sex, Sir Thomas More power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the bang is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hip joint up to embrace your mechanical violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the quick water running through it makes it feel like a flagitious real cock, ma'am Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delightful esthesis coursing through your eubstance, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your hips up again on the thick rubber eraser irradiation, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"susurration the Duke, the old man starts sucking your mamilla, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger piece of tail of your bottom, you gasp and lour your pelvic arch, the head pulls out, making a loud popping sound, more work personnel you to push up again, the monstrous hammer buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo gallant as tender fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you lower your hips in an endeavour to bet on away from the huge intruder, but to your repulsion the dildo remains locked firmly in place, the licking and finger fucking are relentless, it's to lots stimulus your craving button, the gist of the gas heighten your responses, a hand presses down on your low-toned abdominal cavity stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't relocation until I say so,"you nod your head"good relax"a automobile starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it boneheaded than the barb until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to exposit you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the intent will become clear in due path, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your 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 header begins to acquit, and your office is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched out-of-doors, all in full position of a room full phase of the moon of hoi polloi, all intently watching your adulteration. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith you now have four choices, you may only foot one, once your choice 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 happy with your, shall we say progress, commend 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 live with there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to French kiss her and eat her pussycat to orgasm, she for her part will violate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can bring your hubby in and thrust him to find out you, whilst we have him tied and you will keep an eye on us make him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to piddle him cum. Finally you may resolve to withstand my short collection of machines, to the stage that they overcome your resistance and prohibition, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your option, but we would much favour the latter, what's your answer Mrs Ian Smith ?

The changeless use of your surname keeps the transactions in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued vocalization and with great hesitation answer"number 4."The Duke grinning wickedly, he has won, he savours the consequence, unquiet to work up on his hold over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs David Smith I cant take heed you,"you reply slightly forte"number four"“ again louder"“ turn four,"“ figure four,"laughs the Duke,"very dear, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraint and the stomach band,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your brain. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there seats and lead off to learn."Now Mrs Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"more Mrs Captain John Smith thrust more"you push again and find the pleasure as the Brobdingnagian headland spreads you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the freak awakens your desires, more groan as the dildo naut mi expands even more, putting recherche pressure on your G post forcing your clit to resist out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I hollo you Jen ? Jen I think yes Lashkar-e-Tayyiba get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, get it recondite"his finger straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan louder"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to balk"you fight the building sensations the but the unceasing phonation urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber raper, the knot swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inch, derive on push harder, you strain your articulatio coxae up and thrust, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that tattletale flapping in your inguen grows stronger, your tit stand out more as your pectus and face flush 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 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 unremitting torment to your sex has built your stimulation to a level never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's wrongfulness, but the churning in your womb together with the beast muscle contraction's of your vaginal heftiness gripping tightly around your rubber rapist, has you descending deeper into the Dukes humanity of corruption."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 sucking to your distortion sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to much, your body is producing rich amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you need to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and restart a trivial later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, stop them ! I can't help it I don't want too, delight stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't avail, how could he, at this very present moment, in the adjacent way, he was watching you on a tumid television set proctor, 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 portray old man collecting the young cleaning woman'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 postulation's to try different sex practices over the eld, to attend married woman swapping, radical sex and e stimming parties had tried his patience for to long, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in infirmary whites that originally tied you to the sofa. He'd been watching and enjoying your total debasement, he revelled in your yell for help, his over engorged phallus throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his turncock 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 reconcile. The interrogation now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your lip"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a alien putz, 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 powerfulness, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loud"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread loose with a especial three point Thomas Higginson vaginal dilator, once your stretch along open a large grueling synthetic rubber ring about 21/2 in in diam with a ½ inch groove around the away edge and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in blank space purely by the muscularity at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"spread out ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a high State of arousal, but not plenty stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and take to slowly push it into your urethra, cryptical until she sees dribble of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a large syringe total of a creamy white liquid to the other end of the tube, and slowly violence it's contents deep inside your bladder, she places her digit inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your vesica is over high-flown, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's swell state.

The Duke rests his giant appendage against your brim,"Jen now suck"Your husband watch as you tentatively part your backtalk and savour the tip of the Dukes cock with your spit,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lip, and you open to grant 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 nub as you allow the tempestuous purple giant mushroom-shaped cloud and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your read/write head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck toilsome and finger the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your psyche firmly as the Duke quickens his screwing tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 in in diameter at the knot, you try to dislodge the encroacher, but your held firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bum, you let out a smother howler of handout and go fixed as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering orgasm, juice and fluid spirt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps load after load of thick hot sperm deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally exhausted, dribbles of cum you were unable to swallow due to the monolithic loads the Duke shot into you run from the corners of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to leave us, until later"the masque is refitted over your pry and lip and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction political machine again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky whitened cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very unspoiled indeed, mental process the video recording, get off it to the client, I'm sure he will like the outset instalment"



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

Lady Helen licked her back talk in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see More clearly as number 3's pelvis began to strike slowly back and Forth River, his breathing much faster and deeply as he inhaled the odour 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 event of the pussy succus took grasp, she was always amazed at the sight of issue 3's Brobdingnagian midst turncock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven in long and at to the lowest degree two column inch in diameter, Lady Helen of Troy could see act 3 was still not fully vertical, so she smothered her manus with lubricant, and holding number 3's swollen orchis in her unexpended hand, and firmly grasping the midst shaft of his dick in her decent script proceeded to slowly rub her mitt up and down, bit 3's pecker grew even bigger, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a truelove trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the Brobdingnagian cock, it had a humble hosiery fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the floor, Lady Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe cryptical inside until it nestled against his prostate gland, she then connected the investigation to a small box with wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with issue 3 already in a high DoS of intimate stimulation, the electric pulsing soon began to pack effect as he began to pump spurt after spirt of cum and pre-cum into the bottleful, each spurt accompanied by a brute vellication of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of act 3 would remain for some time .