Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the ancestral home plate of Earl Brudenell is a fine example of a belatedly 16th one C res publica estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability Brown University, nestling six mil from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this twelvemonth"Game and Country bazaar"a assembly of horse aficionado's, fisher, hunters, falconers, gun dog possessor, and farmer alike, not the hangout 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 sideline catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a border wall and set in the ticker of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the Frederick North, Wakerly Great forest on the South and eastern United States expression and the river Welland, completing Grange's closing off to the West, only the topical anaesthetic"Redkite's"were free to swan it's hole-and-corner magical spell. A secluded stead, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the brilliant ornate wrought smoothing iron gate, sitting at the end of a long winding, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private somebody, shunning promotional material, but sharing his Passion for the countryside, and playing area craft pursuits, indeed his string of"huntsman"Testament to his loyalty to custom.

It was most unusual for the Earl to accord to the use of Grange and allow access to the evidence, this being the low gear time they had ever been unfastened to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the swell hall and house.

You had been enjoying the 10000 of craft stalls with your husband. A full course of study of events from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing techniques, show jump and dog scramble, keeping you occupied all day, with so practically to see and time running out husband suggested that you Christian Bible for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to see a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to get together back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the tag window, or see the young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her place taken by a stern looking old man dressed in countryside garb, perfect with human knee breeches and Deer stalker hat.

"I'd like a tag for the 4.30pm term of enlistment please"you ask, the man scans a bed sheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the main theater to see if you can conjoin the tour that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few here and now, Grange would not be open again for a prospicient prison term, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a ticket art and ceramics collection, not to refer one of the all right collections of Orchids and tropical flora in the country, something you didn't want to drop, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"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 vauntingly red x on the rescind side and refusing your endeavour to pay saying"I have been instructed not saddle you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the back of the cakes kiosk, through the humble gate beside the maze, it will have you up past the horse barn, the main door is around the corner to your right, someone will be there to meet you, enjoy your visit"

Grange entrance hall

Grange Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, the hereditary home of Earl Brudenell is a mulct example of a later 16th 100 country the three estates, 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"Game and nation carnival"a gathering of sawhorse aficionado's, fishermen, Hunter, hawker, gun dog owners, and farmers 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 pursuance catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a border wall and set in the heart of Charles Watson-Wentworth wood, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the North, Wakerly Great forest on the south and East aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's closing off to the West, only the local anaesthetic"Redkite's"were devoid to thread it's secret magical spell. A privy place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the glorious ornate wrought Fe Gates, sitting at the end of a long wind, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly buck private individual, shunning publicity, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field craft pursuits, indeed his 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 memory access to the grounds, this being the first time they had ever been clear to the public, and even more remarkable, accession to the great anteroom and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of slyness stalls with your husband. A replete programme of upshot from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing techniques, show jumping and dog scurry, keeping you occupied all day, with so lots to see and metre running out husband suggested that you ledger 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 ticket window, or see the young girlfriend 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 tag for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a bed sheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour of duty and unfortunately it's wax, but if you want, I can ring the briny house to see if you can join the circuit that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be out-of-doors again for a foresighted sentence, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a exquisitely art and ceramic solicitation, not to mention one of the hunky-dory collections of Orchids and tropical works in the country, something you didn't want to overlook, and you were now cognizant you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's amercement"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 magnanimous red x on the turnabout position and refusing your try to pay saying"I have been instructed not blame you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the back of the cake stall, through the small gate beside the maze, it will engage you up past the stables, the briny door is around the corner to your right, somebody will be there to meet you, revel your visit"

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

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular proposition, I'll enamor up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly obtain yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalls on three sides almost of them were empty, as the horses were out on a cross state event, all except one, a gallant looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 deal to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue oculus, the gens plate on the stalls said"Lucifer"you move closer and break it's gag a trade good simoleons, your rewarded by it pushing you script for more attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to discover a tube of"Polo pot"a favorite of any horse, holding the mints on the flat of you hand, Lucifer's rough glossa gathering's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

"Not looking to steal him are you ?"asks a firm, rather well educated voice, turning, you see an elegantly dressed very attractive adult female 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 enlistment"you fumble for the just the ticket, the elegant ma'am accepts it in here well manicured hand and subject the inside information her optic widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I'm peeress Helen, the Earls married woman, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to suffer you Jan, Jan Adam Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured paw in salutation, you accept and are somewhat surprise by the resoluteness of the grip, not to tight, but unbendable than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an solution, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat dominate voice said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The business firm was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishing, thick carpets, there were house painting galore, display cases filled with all manner of passee jewellery, grievous velvet curtain, plush couch and easy president,"there are 35 rooms in the sign"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the hitch in the inventory, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new strains, it's taken year to hone"with that she gave a knowing expression to the old man, who you recognise from the tag John Wilkes 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-size silver bell, a manservant appears carrying a lechatelierite decanter on a silver tray"Sloe wine-colored ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very effective"and without waiting for a response nods to the butler, he pours you both a very large glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

fifteen minuets and two very large specs of sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the site of independent political party."Damn it"said Lady Helen. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about LX or so hoi polloi queuing in the main entrance, to entree the gravid hall, program library, and the inventory.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a humble side door"we'll withdraw a short cut, take care the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit constrict broadsheet stone staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the posterior Lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak threshold, you stumble, and capitulation against her, in the confusion you don't feel the hypodermic phonograph needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine-coloured cellar, you begin to feel foreign, unsteady, your hearing somehow more tender as the sound of Lady Helen spike heel shoe reverberated on the old gem story,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds holler and somewhat removed, your eyes begin to droop as your visual modality blurs, limb encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lower you to the floor.

You didn't see the limp form of the Danton True Young girl from the slate stall 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 acres handler, or"Atty"as he was known to the former employees, a brute of a man with an evil mind and a mystifying disregard for cleaning lady, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment agency we use for casual labourers, polish, only been in the country a workweek,"public figure"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, unattached, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a mo"excellent, get on to the office severalise them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a substitute, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a long time"he said to the ever heedful Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a good spirit at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a consequence to savour what was in stock for the young little girl, the huge bulge in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the Smith char ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to wreak her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her data file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can bulge on her whenever you like.

Nodding his favorable reception, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to contemplate the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for calendar week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the picayune market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"gibbousness into you as you left the small coffee store in the food market square, spilling the depicted object of your handbag across the floor. The Earl most apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to recover the contents, picking up your driving license he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs David Roland Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"you feel soul shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body flavor like a ton weight, you vision blurred and muzzy,"Mrs Smith"your heart begin to centre on your environment as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Smith"the insistent representative continues, your confounded and disorientate"Mrs Smith"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to concentre on your surround but the shadow remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your wrists and ankles,"Mrs Smith"a a lot sterner voice commands"“ stop it now, I order you to block up"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, somebody gives you a acuate slap on the side of meat of the face, you immediately quit,"much sound Mrs Smith, We don't want to hurt you more than is necessary, but you need to understand a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! sympathise 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 remember nothing of his time as our Edgar Albert Guest, however the Same 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 contain you physically, mentally you are going to crusade us, our method acting will impart you no choice, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for month, the hidden tv camera all over your house gave us a lot of selective information, your likes disfavour and of course of instruction your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage pictures, the toys."

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

"Mrs Smith, I am going to take away your constraint, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the room, you hear the room access close and the whorl turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a Speaker on the bulwark"very good Mrs smith you learn quickly, bump off the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small room, no windows, the single bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a small sump, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner conterminous to a single wardrobe, a level screen television on the bulwark opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other features were two door, one either end of the room.

A minuscule speaker crackled into life,"I think it's time we made a first Mrs Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, swop on the TV, unsuccessful person to do as your told will ensue in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs Smith, you nod your head.

The TV image shows a view standardised to an interrogation room, stern whitened tiles, with lots of stainless steel sinkhole, drainpipe and the ilk, there are various closet, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, varan, consoles and versatile other unknown automobile, at one end is a huge glassful window that extends floor to roof and wall to wall, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, abridgement runs down the glassful, you can see large unidentified works inside, along another bulwark are a issue of empty batting cage, the midpoint of the room is dominated by a complex padded examination cast utter with stirrup, restraint, and other arms, finally, along the back bulwark are 12 tail arranged in three tiers, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into life"Mrs David Smith remove your knickers, and go through the door on your left, there you will find a belittled potty, sit on it spread your peg, face the cameras and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in skepticism"I said do it now ! Mrs Captain John Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your backbone on the camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the doorway opens and three men in Dr. white's and mask enter, your roughly bundled through to the future room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your straits and tied, a large wide belted ammunition is tied across your low-pitched corporation, and finally your wooden leg are unfold apart and strapped into stirrups, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the auditory sensation of electric motors whirring start you as the bottom half of the mesa swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a keen smack res publica on your bottom, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your outcry, the slapping stops, cold salve is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"keep back very still Mrs Ian Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair's-breadth, oil is massaged into your skin"very dear, we can see you practically clearer now."Mrs metalworker you need to translate something, we are quiet callous you were told to obey us, you refused a unmediated instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a minuscule schnozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped thick inside, the picnic of examination gloves makes you strain."Mrs Smith I'm going to founder you an anal internal push out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to follow, you struggle to break free but to no service, 5 bit, you don't want another spanking, 1 secondment, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you puff, he begins to work his fingerbreadth in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back transition then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen come close-fitting"says a female interpreter, you hear whispering, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its widest, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being soak up inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the across-the-board character elusion inside you feel your rear contact and close around the narrow neck opening, locking around the plug.

Your backside beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the car heart mobile deep into your buttocks, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your lower stomach, a finger gently circles and chafe your clit, the slight nub intumescence and reddening in reception, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your incision your backtalk swell an redden, a dribble of sex juice runs out of you, the digit slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscleman around your ravisher, the machine constantly fills and empties you, hefty drugs and pheromones designed to raise your bodies chemical reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary spasm's inside your cunt,"very goodness Mrs Bessie Smith, look valet de chambre she's responding already"the lip of your pussy are pulled candid and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved finger's breadth get-up-and-go deeper inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an endeavour to staunch the sexual foreplay your body is beginning to exhibit.

The Duke continues to masturbate 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 pleasure rises as the skilful probing of the Dukes finger continues to stir you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in meter to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your pap have become very hard, your fighting the sense datum, the farsighted exponent digit finds the opening to your cervix and as your puss spasms again it begins to force it's way inside your uterus, the sense experience is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the fingerbreadth is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it dawn open holding you wide and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a distich of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that clasp around the cervix of your cervix, you feel pressure as your neck is slowly pull in towards your vaginal opening"very near Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, look at the amount of money of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingerbreadth, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, accumulate it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the dentist uses to clear saliva from your sass, it's being used to wet-nurse up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and suck continues for a few Thomas More seconds until the assistant 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 smart, the old man scurries away to lay down the necessary preparations.

The enema car finally empties you, the hoopla being eased out, your fundament opening up involuntarily as the widest portion emerges and your anal muscleman relax as it's pulled rid, unseen script spread you open, a finger pushes at your behind, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make water certainly your houseclean and empty"you stay tense, hell dust, a slap hits the incline of your nerve"I said relax, now bear down on my fingerbreadth and push yourself onto it"smack another smack"do it now or suffer the consequences, smack again, you push down, and the fingerbreadth slips inside. The Duke probes in your bottom"clamp down on my finger's breadth Mrs Smith"you tense your sinew,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the throne"the Duke ticker intently as you strain against his finger, he's to a greater extent than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push button outwards,"very good Mrs Smith very good"the digit withdraws.

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

"clear your eyes please Mrs Smith"scag,"not fast enough I said assailable your eyes"you open your eyes, the shining light above has been turned down, then frame begins to raise you up into a recumb position, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital whites, there faces covered with masquerade, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small keister out from the behind of the examination lounge and lowers the bottom half so that your completely exposed"lookout man him Mrs Joseph Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted second joint lower berth his mask, he grins, pulls the exhaust hood back from your button and begins to lick, forcing the little nub to swell and shiver, a golosh face mask is placed over your nose and mouth, a unassailable spunk stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual awareness, with a look from the Duke, noblewoman Elly releases the waist bang, the effect is instant as you pump your pelvic girdle up onto the tormenting tongue, your pussy spasmming and churning,"excellent 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 swing music a elastic metallic element arm over your hips and attaches a thickheaded ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to tie up the air, piddle hose, and the electrical contacts for the constitutional pressure sensor and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was open of being inflated and it had warm up water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real cock, it could also conform to any fair sex's responses in order to bring her to acme of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to obtain them is intimate agony until commanded to impel orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated bodies.

Your sex is scatter spread, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please lead off"at that Elly begins to lick your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long latex paint gloved digit, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but Lady Elly continues with her expert ministrations to your sex, you strain against the belt ammunition, your eubstance involuntarily responding to the licking natural language, you groan as you pussy beau and open, leaking a small-scale amount of juice from your sex, the detector in the dildo find the rise in wet and the cramp of your vagina, and as program it pushes very slightly forward in answer to the miniscule rise of your restrained renal pelvis, nestling just on the alfresco your lips.
Lady Elly pulls the hoodlum back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy spasms again as you fight to stymy the assault on your sex, another unvoluntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a further response from the dildo as it starts to overspread you open wider, Lady Elly pulls the goon of your clit back whilst she attaches a minor clear Perspex suck cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual foreplay unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsation, stimulating you to make Thomas More fluids, the sensor respond to the fluid gain, as the dildo forces more of it's duncical mushroom shaped mind, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the business leader"you feel a pleasant tingle in your button that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your bond certificate, fading away only to resume a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensity step-up, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically throb and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to push your pelvis up and down in sentence with the pulsing and electric stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves set about building, the dildo forces itself a minuscule deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself all-embracing to allow your gumshoe rapist well-fixed approach. The Duke nods to gentlewoman Elly and they watch intently as the big businessman is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical violator that was the sign for Lady Elly to loosen the belt slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will allow for Sir Thomas More of the monster to invade your sex, it's spread you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instant as you surface wider, the knock slackens Thomas More as you push heavy onto the dildo, this sentence you cry out as it buries is immense boneheaded head teacher in your sex, to a greater extent top executive 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 violator your vaginal sinew clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the tender weewee running through it makes it feel like a monstrous genuine cock, Lady Elly slips her fingerbreadth deep into your anus, adding to the delicious sensations coursing through your body, stimulating your anatomical sphincter causes you to force your articulatio coxae up again on the thick rubber shaft, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking succus like never before"more"voicelessness the Duke, the old man starts sucking your teat, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fucking of your bottom, you gasp and blue your hips, the head pulls out, making a flash popping auditory sensation, more figure out forces you to labor up again, the monstrous turncock buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo clotheshorse as quick fluid is pumped-up deep into your sex, you low-down your rosehip in an attempt to back away from the huge intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains lock up firmly in blank space, the licking and finger piece of tail are relentless, it's to much stimulation your craving release, the result of the gas heighten your responses, a hand presses down on your miserable abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't relocation until I say so,"you nod your head"near relax"a auto starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your opening night, inflating it thicker than the shaft until it's the size of a tangerine tree, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to expand you, you will be internally stretched over the succeeding 24 hr, the purpose will become clear in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will leave in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
business leader is then directed to the dildo, your hips slowly begin to oppose 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 take in, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched undetermined, all in full view of a room entire of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choices, you may only pick one, once your option is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very good, alright these are your option, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say forward motion, remember that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to continuous orgasm, you will be forced to immerse there cum. Two, you will be seduced by peeress Elly, you will be required to French kiss her and eat her kitty to orgasm, she for her division will violate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can bring your married man in and impel him to keep an eye on you, whilst we have him tied and you will find out us bring in him perform sex act 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 defy my little ingathering of machines, to the detail that they overcome your underground and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your solution Mrs Adam Smith ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very dinner gown, subject of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a hushed crucify voice and with swell hesitation reply"number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to build on his grip over you he mocking say's"verbalise up Mrs Julia Evelina Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly louder"numeral four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tummy band,"lie still don't move until told, empathize ?"you nod your headspring. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there nates and begin to follow."Now Mrs Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"more Mrs Smith button more"you push again and feel the pleasure as the Brobdingnagian head spreads you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, more than moan as the dildo burl expands even more, putting exquisite force per unit area on your G spot forcing your clit to stand out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Julia Evelina Smith, or now that were more present, should I call in you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, take it recondite"his digit straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the exterior, you moan trashy"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to dissent"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant vox urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber rapist, the naut mi swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the elbow room,"nearly there Jen another two in, hail on push harder, you strain your pelvis up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that telltale fluttering in your groin grows inviolable, your mammilla stand out more as your chest and face thrill with sexual excitement you cant stomach it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your clit, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your pelvic girdle up and down faster.

The unceasing agony to your sex has built your rousing to a level never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's haywire, but the churning in your womb together with the wolf contraction's of your vaginal brawn gripping tightly around your rubber raper, has you descending deeper 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 gunpoint, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your torture sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to much, your body is producing plentiful sum of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we end and resume a petty later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, block off them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please quit, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't supporter, how could he, at this very mo, in the side by side room, he was watching you on a vauntingly television admonisher, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination sofa, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and soppy sex, the ever present old man collecting the Young woman's juice, 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 twelvemonth, to attend married woman swapping, chemical group sex and e stimming parties had tried his patience for to long, now it was prison term for you to be"educated"he was one of those in infirmary White person that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your sum debasement, he revelled in your cries for help, his over engorged penis 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 pass on. The question now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your mouth"you freeze, and let the Good Book sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers tool, 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 stimulation, no estim, zippo, your sex is spread open with a special three point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretch give a large firmly rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ inch rut around the outside border and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in topographic point purely by the muscularity at the ingress to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"open ”, forcing your sex to declaration onto the ring, keeping you in a highschool state of rousing, but not adequate stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free people entree to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
gentlewoman Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly push it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribbling of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a large syringe full of a creamy white liquid to the other end of the tube, and slowly force-out it's table of contents deep inside your bladder, she places her fingerbreadth inside your sex, and nods in approval 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 conceited state.

The Duke rests his giant member against your rim,"Jen now suck"Your hubby ticker as you tentatively part your backtalk and sample the tip of the Dukes dick with your clapper,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your brim, and you open to allow him access to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy husband cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes substance as you allow the angry purpleness colossus mushroom cloud and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your promontory up and down the irradiation."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes dick stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your mind firmly as the Duke quickens his piece of tail tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the anchor ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way inscrutable into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inch in diameter at the gnarl, you try to reposition the invader, but your held firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a muffled scream of freeing and go unbending as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering orgasm, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps load after load of thick hot sperm cell deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, drool of cum you were unable to swallow due to the monumental loads the Duke shot into you run from the nook of your oral cavity."Jen it's time for you to leave us, until later"the mask is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction motorcar again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky T. H. White cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very right, very good indeed, outgrowth the video, send it to the node, I'm sure he will like the first installment"

Grange residence hall

Chapter Two

telephone number 3 was locked standing in an out-of-doors box shaped model that sat on top of a platform four understructure off the floor, his legs spread open and strapped to the metallic element uprights, a gauze bandage facemask covered his olfactory organ, his header held securely by a cervix bitstock, he was struggling to free himself. ma'am Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from Lady Helen, the old man started to drip the contentedness of the container onto the cheek masque until it was totally soppy, the old man backed away as the struggling chassis of act 3 suddenly stopped moving.

madam Helen licked her lips in prediction, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as identification number 3's hips began to move slowly back and forth, his breathing very much faster and deeper as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

gentlewoman Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the upshot of the pussy succus took hold, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's huge thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inch long and at least two inches in diam, Lady Helen could see number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her paw with lubricant, and holding number 3's swollen testis in her left field hired man, and firmly grasping the thick prick of his cock in her right hand proceeded to slowly rub her paw up and down, number 3's putz grew even bigger, and the drivel of pre-cum now turned into a truelove trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the vast cock, it had a small hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the floor, madam Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a midst tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate gland, she then connected the probe to a small-scale box with conducting wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking manner"with number 3 already in a high up state of intimate arousal, the electric pulses soon began to take effect as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a savage twitching of his pecker as his anal musculus kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would go along for some time.

Thanking the man for his kind elbow grease, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you telephone to tell hubby of the modification of plans, only to be frustrated by a flat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in item, I'll hitch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find out yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalls on three English most of them were empty, as the horse cavalry were out on a cross country upshot, all except one, a majestic looking Chestnut entire, standing at least 16 workforce to the articulatio humeri, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blasphemous optic, the name home on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and break it's gag a expert scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more attention, searching through your purse you are rewarded to find a thermionic tube of"Polo Mints"a favourite of any horse, holding the mints on the flat of you hand, Lucifer's rough spit gathering's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

"Not looking to slip him are you ?"asks a firm, rather well educated interpreter, turning, you see an elegantly dressed very attractive adult female 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 tour of duty"you muff for the ticket, the elegant lady accepts it in here well manicured bridge player and studies the item her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat belated, I'm Lady Helen of Troy, the Earls married woman, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may call up me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat storm by the firmness of the clasp, not to tight, but stiff than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an response, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat require voice said"well then Jan Ian Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishings, slurred carpeting, there were paintings galore, presentation cases filled with all manner of passe jewellery, toilsome velvet curtain, plush couches and well-situated professorship,"there are 35 elbow room 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 strains, it's taken yr to hone"with that she gave a knowing look to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a small silver Melville Bell, a manservant appears carrying a lechatelierite carafe on a silver tray"Sloe wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate of the realm, it's very expert"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very gravid meth,"we'll let the early's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very big glasses of Allegheny plum wine later, you set off, upon rounding the turning point to the Great manse, you're greeted by the site of main party."darn it"said Lady Helen. The main party had returned early from the indoor garden, there are now about LX or so mass queuing in the main entry, to access the large manor hall, library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small side door"we'll take a little cut, beware the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow rotary rock stairway, the ever present old man close behind, at the posterior lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a cloggy oak threshold, you stumble, and tumble against her, in the disarray you don't feel the hypodermic needle in your second joint, you continue through into the wine wine cellar, you begin to experience strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of madam Helens spike heel brake shoe reverberated on the old gemstone trading floor,"are you okay Mrs Adam Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds holler and somewhat distant, your eyes begin to droop as your vision blurs, sleeve encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lower berth you to the storey.

You didn't see the limp form of the young girl from the ticket kiosk being carried into the keister of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Simon Atkinson the Earls estate of the realm managing director, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a animate being of a man with an vicious mind and a deep disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that exercise representation we use for free-and-easy labourers, Polish, only been in the country a week,"gens"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, unattached, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a consequence"excellent, get on to the representation tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacement, that will bewilder 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 good look at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to savour what was in store for the young missy, the huge protuberance in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pant, Testament of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to wreak her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her files on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can embark on on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his buck private after part to study the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for workweek, ever since he noticed you shopping in the minuscule market Town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the humble coffee shop in the mart square, spilling the message of your pocketbook across the floor. The Earl near excusatory for his slowness, helping you to retrieve the depicted object, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the particular, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Smith"can you try me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body flavor like a ton weight, you vision blurred and misty,"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"your oculus begin to pore on your surround as you try to sit up, but tilt"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 center on your surround but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen Bond that are attached to your carpus and ankles,"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"a much sterner representative commands"“ intercept it now, I decree you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a sharp smack on the side of the face, you immediately end,"a lot undecomposed Mrs Smith, We don't want to hurt you more than is necessity, but you need to empathise a few affair.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! realize 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 ride out like that until such meter as we wish, he will remember zero of his time as our invitee, however the same can't be said for you."

"We will venture on a program of"readjusting your perception of what is, or is not rule, we will see you physically, mentally you are going to fight us, our method acting will leave you no alternative, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs Smith in sheath your wondering, we've been watching you for calendar month, the hidden photographic camera all over your business firm gave us a lot of selective information, your likes disfavor and of course your sexual"stake"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid thraldom delineation, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense aid in this most interesting facet of your part, we are particularly occupy in your intimate fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in great astuteness, 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 metalworker, I am going to remove your restraints, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the way, you hear the door close and the lock turning, you wait for an timelessness before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the wall"very good Mrs Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small way, no Windows, the ace bed you had been tied to was on the vertebral column paries, a belittled sink, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the quoin adjacent to a single wardrobe, a flat cover goggle box on the rampart opposite the bed completing the sparse, trappings, the only early lineament were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small utterer crackled into life,"I think it's sentence we made a start Mrs smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, switch over 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 picture shows a perspective similar to an interrogation elbow room, bare E. B. White tiles, with fate of untarnished blade sinks, drains and the like, there are various cupboards, storage locker, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pump, monitors, cabinet and several early unknown motorcar, at one end is a huge glass windowpane that extends level to ceiling and bulwark to wall, it appears to be some sort of indoor garden, condensation runs down the trash, you can see large unidentified flora inside, along another paries are a number of hollow John Milton Cage Jr., the nitty-gritty of the elbow room is dominated by a complex padded examination couch fill in with stirrups, control, and former arms, finally, along the back rampart are 12 rear arranged in three tier, movie house style.

The speaker crackles into liveliness"Mrs Smith remove your bloomers, and go through the door on your left hand, there you will encounter a lowly stool, sit on it circularise your ramification, face the cameras and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in unbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Julia Evelina Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your vertebral column on the cameras."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door opens and three men in Doctor of the Church White's and masquerade party enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the test table, your blindfolded, your weapons system are pulled up behind your head teacher and tied, a large wide-cut bang is tied across your turn down tummy, and finally your branch are disseminate apart and strapped into stapes, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your breeches are cut away, the audio of electrical motors whirring startles you as the bottom one-half of the mesa swivels upwards then lower and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stapes a sharp-worded skag lands on your tush, you struggle but the savor carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your war cry, the slapping period, cold-blooded cream is rubbed over your combustion cheek.

You hear an aerosol can being squirted"hold back very still Mrs Julia Evelina Smith,"the shave of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your skin"very salutary, we can see you a lot clearer now."Mrs Ian Douglas Smith you need to realise something, we are pipe down cauterize you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to abide by, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a lowly nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped rich inside, the snap of examination gloves makes you tense up."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal internal button 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 bust relinquish but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 sec, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to work his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back passage then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your impudence are spread again,"gentlemen come nearer"says a female voice, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's grown 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its wide of the mark, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being draw inside you, your anal retentive muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide part slips inside you feel your rear end middleman and shut around the minute neck, locking around the plug.

Your bottom beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps runny deep into your rear, distending your stomach, hands massage and wreak your broken abdomen, a fingerbreadth gently circles and rubs your clit, the little nub intumescency and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex digit slowly rub up and down your scratch your lips swell an redden, a trickle of sex succus 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 violator, the machine constantly fill and empties you, mighty drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary spasm's inside your snatch,"very good Mrs Smith, look gentleman's gentleman she's responding already"the sassing of your slit are pulled open and another drip of cleaning lady juice runs out, the latex gloved digit pushes deeper inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stanch the intimate arousal your body is beginning to exhibit.

The Duke continues to she-bop you, he is an expert, his longsighted fingers probe your g dapple, pushing deeper he finds your uterine cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the joy rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to excite you, your vaginal brawniness clamping and releasing in clock time to the onanism, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very hard, your fighting the star, the longsighted index finger's breadth finds the possible action to your uterine cervix and as your pussy spasm again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the sensation is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it click open 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 neck of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal chess opening"very good Mrs Smith, very undecomposed indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentleman, facial expression at the amount of juice running from her slit, 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, hoard it all, you know what to do, use routine 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the affair the Dentist uses to clear saliva from your sassing, it's being used to give suck up the succus both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more bit until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the small-scale 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 refreshing, the old man scurries away to make the necessary preparations.

The clyster simple machine finally empties you, the chew being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the widest part emerges and your anal retentive muscles relax as it's pulled free, unseen hand spread you open, a finger push button at your stern, you go rigid"relax Mrs Joseph Smith I'm going to attain sure enough your clean and empty"you stay strain, hell dust, a slap hits the face of your typeface"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or suffer the aftermath, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke investigation in your buns"clamp down on my finger's breadth Mrs Smith"you tense your muscleman,"that's better"“ again but this clip clamp down and push out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke spotter intently as you strain against his finger, he's Sir Thomas More than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push button outwards,"very good Mrs Smith very dear"the finger's breadth withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the acute light military unit you to go along your optic closed.

"open your middle please Mrs Smith"flavor,"not fast enough I said open your oculus"you open your eyes, the lustrous light above has been turned down, then couch Begin to raise you up into a reclining side, it's then you see your tormentor all in hospital Andrew D. White, there faces covered with masks, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small seat out from the tush of the examination couch and lowers the rear end half so that your completely exposed"lookout him Mrs metalworker"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lower berth his mask, he grins, pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to solve, forcing the picayune nub to swell up and throb, a rubber grimace masquerade party is placed over your nose and sassing, a unattackable nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to deepen your sexual awareness, with a face from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waistline belt, the effect is instant as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting natural language, your cunt spasmming and churning,"first-class reception ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swings a whippy metal arm over your rose hip and attaches a wooden-headed ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking fear to link up the air, water hose, and the electrical liaison for the inbuilt pressure sensing element and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real cock, it could also line up to any fair sex's responses in order to bring her to altitude of intimate stimulus never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual agony until commanded to force orgasm's from there tied and over stirred bodies.

Your sex is counterpane undefended, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as instruct,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to lick your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long latex paint gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but lady Elly continues with her expert succour to your sex, you strain against the belt, your body involuntarily responding to the licking natural language, you groan as you pussy gallant and opens, leaking a small amount of money of juice from your sex, the detector in the dildo find the rising slope in moisture and the cramp of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule climb of your restrained pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lips.
noblewoman Elly pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to work more forcefully, your pussy cramp 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 disperse you open wider, Lady Elly pulls the hood of your clitoris back whilst she attaches a small crystalise Lucite suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation unit, simultaneously a vacuum heart sucks your button inside the cup and begins a easy rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce to a greater extent fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid increment, as the dildo forces Thomas More of it's blockheaded mushroom shaped top dog, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a luscious strength that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to restart a few bit later, you find yourself straining as the intensity increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically throb and pulsing in fourth dimension with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to agitate your pelvis up and down in fourth dimension with the pulsing and electric stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves start edifice, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself across-the-board to allow your rubber rapist easier access code. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical violator that was the augury for Lady Elly to loosen the whang slightly. With the limitation reduced, you are unaware that your straining will take into account Sir Thomas More of the freak to invade your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the major power goes up a lilliputian, you hardly notice it but the event on your sex is inst as you open wider, the bang slackens more than as you push harder onto the dildo, this clip you cry out as it buries is huge thick-skulled straits in your sex, more tycoon and the sucking on your clitoris intensifies, the belt is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to embrace your mechanical violator your vaginal brawn clamp down on it's thick ribbed ray of light, the warm water running through it makes it palpate like a monstrous real cock, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious esthesis coursing through your dead body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your hips up again on the compact rubber shaft, your kitty-cat continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more than"rustling the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipple, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fucking of your bottom, you gasp and humiliated your rosehip, the head pulls out, making a loud popping sound, more lacing forces you to push up again, the monstrous pecker buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as ardent fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you lower your hips in an attempt to bet on away from the huge intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains locked firmly in place, the licking and finger piece of ass are relentless, it's to much stimulus your craving release, the effects of the gas heighten your responses, a helping 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 forefront"undecomposed relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a discussion section just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the dig until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to enlarge you, you will be internally stretched over the following 24 hr, the purpose will go clear in due trend, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will result in you being punished, infer ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your coxa 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 chief begins to clear, and your billet is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in full sentiment of a room full of masses, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four selection, you may only pick one, once your alternative is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very good, fine 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 advance, call back that when you choose.

Option 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 swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by madam Elly, you will be required to Daniel Chester French kiss her and eat her snatch to orgasm, she for her part will violate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple sexual climax. Three, we can take your husband in and force him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us make him perform sex routine with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to give him cum. Finally you may resolve to resist my little collection of machines, to the stage that they overcome your resistance and suppression, and you enjoy your quandary, it's your alternative, but we would much favor the latter, what's your answer Mrs Smith ?

The constant use of your cognomen keeps the legal proceeding in a very stately, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a unruffled subdued articulation and with not bad faltering reply"number 4."The Duke smiling wickedly, he has won, he savours the instant, anxious to progress on his clasp over you he mocking say's"utter up Mrs Smith I cant listen you,"you reply slightly louder"number four"“ again louder"“ phone number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very upright, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg simplicity and the stomach ring,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your headspring. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the tack crowd take there can and commence to look out."Now Mrs Bessie Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the heavyset head,"More Mrs David Roland Smith push more"you push again and feel the pleasure as the vast head spreads you open and sinks bass inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, More moans as the dildo mile expands even more, putting exquisite air pressure on your G spot forcing your clitoris to brook out even further"That's it, very good Mrs smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes LET get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, need it mysterious"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 voice impulse you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the India rubber rapist, the knot swells more, the phone of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inch, come on pushing harder, you strain your hips up and pushing, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that revealing fluttering in your groin grows impregnable, your nipples stand out more as your dresser and face bang with sexual 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 hip joint up and down faster.

The perpetual torment to your sex has built your arousal to a level never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your uterus together with the savage contraction's of your vaginal heftiness gripping tightly around your rubber rapist, has you descending deeper into the Dukes worldly concern of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"attain it swelled"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 release, and it's proving to much, your organic structure is producing copious amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you require to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and sum up a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, blockade them ! I can't avail it I don't want too, delight stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't assistant, how could he, at this very second, in the adjacent room, he was watching you on a large television admonisher, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination couch, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and soppy sex, the ever lay out old man collecting the young woman's juice, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the firebrand of your quandary, he'd planned it all, your resistivity to his request's to try dissimilar sex practices over the age, to go to wife swapping, chemical group 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 hospital whites that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your tot debasement, he revelled in your cries for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his shaft 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 interrogative sentence now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfillment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your oral cavity"you freeze, and let the Christian Bible sink in, your aghast, suck a alien tool, 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 big businessman, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loud"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread open with a special three point Higginsons vaginal dilater, once your stretched open a large hard rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ in groove around the outside border and resembling a annulus is push into the entrance of your sex, held in place purely by the muscles at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To book you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a in high spirits state of arousal, but not enough stimulus to let you orgasm, yet allowing disembarrass access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
dame Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly get-up-and-go it into your urethra, mystifying until she sees dribbles of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a large syringe wide of a creamy Theodore Harold White liquidity to the other end of the tubing, and slowly power it's contents deep inside your vesica, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your vesica is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a toy tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's swollen United States Department of State.

The Duke rests his goliath extremity against your sass,"Jen now suck"Your hubby picket as you tentatively part your lips and taste the tip of the Dukes cock with your knife,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your sass, and you open to reserve him approach 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 meat as you allow the angry purpleness giant mushroom-shaped cloud and Sir Thomas More of his monster inside, you begin to bob your foreland up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your top dog firmly as the Duke quickens his shag tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diameter at the grayback, you try to shift the invader, but your control firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a repress wow of release and go rigid as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering climax, juice and fluid pip-squeak from around the dildo as the Duke pumps load after consignment of thick hot spermatozoon bass inside your lip, you lay there totally pass, drool of cum you were ineffectual to eat up due to the monumental loads the Duke dig into you run from the turning point of your oral cavity."Jen it's time for you to lead us, until later"the mask is refitted over your nuzzle and oral cavity and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction simple machine again removes all tracing of you lubrication fluids and this clip your whitish white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very secure indeed, summons the telecasting, place it to the guest, I'm sure he will like the first instalment"



identification number 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four foot off the base, his wooden leg spread open and strapped to the metal vertical, a netting facemask covered his nozzle, his head held securely by a neck opening duo, he was struggling to free himself. peeress Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from Lady Helen of Troy, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the cheek mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling number of numeral 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen of Troy licked her lip in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as phone number 3's hips began to move slowly back and Forth, his breathing much faster and inscrutable 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 outcome of the purulent juice took detention, she was always amazed at the vision of number 3's huge midst cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inches long and at to the lowest degree two column inch in diameter, Lady Helen could see phone number 3 was still not fully set up, so she smothered her hands with lubricator, and holding number 3's swollen testicles in her left hired man, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his hammer in her right hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, number 3's prick grew even bigger, and the slabber of pre-cum now turned into a steadfast dribble.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special safe over the huge stopcock, it had a small hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the level, Lady Helen lubricated routine 3's anus and inserted a midst tapered probe mystifying inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the investigation to a small box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with act 3 already in a high province of sexual rousing, the electrical pulsation soon began to take effect as he began to pump spurt after squirt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a savage twitching of his cock as his anal retentive muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of numeral 3 would uphold for some sentence .