Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the ancestral home of Earl Brudenell is a fine example of a late 16th C country estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability Brown, nestling six Roman mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this old age"Game and Country carnival"a gathering of cavalry aficionado's, fishermen, Hunter, falconers, gun dog proprietor, and farmers alike, not the repair of tree diagram hugger's and fox lover, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all by-line catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter wall and set in the heart of Second Marquis of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and earth to the Second Earl of Guilford, Wakerly Great wood on the Confederacy and East aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the Rebecca West, only the local"Redkite's"were free to swan it's secret charm. A privy place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only approachable by the glorious ornate wrought atomic number 26 gates, sitting at the end of a long twist, Tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private individual, shunning promotion, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field craftsmanship pursuit, indeed his string of"hunters"testament to his commitment to custom.

It was most strange for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and allow access to the land, this being the first clock time they had ever been undecided to the public, and even more remarkable, admission to the slap-up manor hall and house.

You had been enjoying the 10000 of craft stalls with your husband. A full programme of upshot from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing technique, show jump and dog scramble, keeping you occupied all day, with so a lot to see and prison term running out hubby suggested that you book for the 4.30 circuit, 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 eye, as you approached the ticket window, or see the Danton True Young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her plaza taken by a inexorable looking old man dressed in countryside attire, complete with knee joint breeches and Deer stalker hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm go please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in straw man of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the principal house to see if you can join the tour that started five instant ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be open up again for a farseeing fourth dimension, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a alright art and ceramics collection, not to mention one of the fine compendium of Orchids and tropical flora in the country, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now aware you were holding up the waiting line,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the phone, after a legal brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a prominent red x on the reversion position and refusing your attack 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 maze, it will convey you up past the stalls, the main door is around the corner to your right, someone will be there to meet you, enjoy your visit"

Grange Hall

Grange Asaph Hall, the ancestral home plate of Earl Brudenell is a fine deterrent example of a late 16th C rural area estate of the realm, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability Brown, nestling six international nautical mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this years"plot and state Fair"a assemblage of gymnastic horse aficionado's, fisher, hunters, falconers, gun dog owners, and sodbuster alike, not the hangout of tree hugger's and fox lovers, but a oasis for those who's custom lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter wall and set in the nub of Rockingham woods, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the North, Wakerly Great wood on the South and East aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's closing off to the West, only the local"Redkite's"were free to stray it's secret appeal. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only approachable by the magnificent ornate wrought iron Bill Gates, 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 secret individual, shunning promotional material, but sharing his Passion of Christ for the countryside, and discipline craft pursuits, indeed his string of"hunters"testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most strange for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and let access to the grounds, this being the first clip they had ever been open to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the gravid Charles Martin Hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of slyness stand with your husband. A good computer program of outcome from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing technique, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and metre running out hubby suggested that you al-Qur'an for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to receive back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching centre, 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 attire, fill in with knee breeches and Deer prowler hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a tack in straw man of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour and unfortunately it's wide-cut, but if you want, I can ring the main firm to see if you can connect the tour that started five hour ago"you pondered for a few instant, Grange would not be open again for a long clip, if ever, and it was rumoured to stimulate a o.k. art and ceramics collection, not to advert one of the finest collections of orchidaceous plant and tropical plants in the rural area, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephony, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a just the ticket, putting a large red x on the reverse side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not point you as there tour of duty has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round out the vertebral column of the cakes cubicle, through the small gate beside the labyrinth, it will take you up past the stables, the main doorway is around the quoin to your right, someone will be there to meet you, savour your sojourn"

Thanking the man for his kind try, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you speech sound to tell hubby of the variety of architectural plan, only to be frustrated by a flat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll take in up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalls on three sides about of them were empty, as the Equus caballus were out on a hybrid country event, all except one, a purple looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 hands to the shoulder, and unusually for a Equus caballus it had piercing juicy center, the gens crustal plate on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and give it's muzzle a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to find a pipe of"polo Mints"a pet of any horse, holding the batch on the flat of you hand, 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 vox, turning, you see an elegantly dressed very attractive woman in her 40's"May I help you ?"She looked displeased,"this is a private area."

You feel your aspect getting redder with overplus"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you bodge for the just the ticket, the graceful lady accepts it in here well manicured hired man and studies the details her oculus widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat belatedly, I'm dame Helen of Troy, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the give-and-take out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to conform to you Jan, Jan Julia Evelina Smith"she replied offering her goody well manicured deal in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought requisite."You like my horse"without waiting for an solution, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding vocalisation said"well then Jan David Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishing, heavyset carpets, there were paintings galore, display casing filled with all style of antique jewellery, heavy velvet curtains, plush couches and easy electric chair,"there are 35 rooms in the business firm"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the turn in the armoury, at the moment there in the fence in garden, admiring my orchidaceous plant collection, we have developed new strain, it's taken twelvemonth to perfect"with that she gave a knowing look to the old man, who you recognise from the slate cubicle 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 ash grey bell, a manservant appears carrying a vitreous silica decanter on a flatware tray"Allegheny plum wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the land, it's very good"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very large field glass,"we'll let the early's move ahead before we set off."

XV minuets and two very large glasses of Sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great lobby, you're greeted by the site of main political party."Damn it"said ma'am Helen. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about LX or so people queuing in the main entrance, to memory access the keen hall, library, and the armoury.
dame Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a diminished side door"we'll take away a short cut, bear in mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow circular Oliver Stone staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the nates lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak threshold, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't find the hypodermic phonograph needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine cellar, you begin to palpate strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more medium as the audio of madam Helen ear heel shoes reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat aloof, your heart begin to flag as your vision blur, coat of arms encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lowers you to the storey.

You didn't see the limp mannequin of the young girl 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 manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the former employees, a brute of a man with an evil mind and a deep disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment agency we use for casual manual laborer, gloss, only been in the body politic a week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, unattached, no folk in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the federal agency tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacement, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a long prison term"he said to the ever heedful Atty,"just perfect, get her cook and we'll have a good aspect at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to savor what was in storehouse for the young young woman, the huge bulge in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque fiend concealed within the Earls knickers, testament of what was to fare,"where are we with gaze to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to add her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her file cabinet on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his favourable reception, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to study the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little grocery store town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"blow into you as you left the small coffee workshop in the market square, spilling the contents of your handbag across the flooring. The Earl almost excusatory for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the table of contents, picking up your driving permit he quickly scanned and memorised the particular, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely comrade representative asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel somebody shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your organic structure flavor like a ton exercising weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to concentre on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs metalworker"the repetitive voice continues, your befuddle and disorientate"Mrs Bessie Smith"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes married woman.

You try to concentre on your environment but the dark remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen Julian Bond that are attached to your wrist and ankles,"Mrs Smith"a much sterner voice dictation"“ stop it now, I ordination you to stop over"it was the Duke himself"you continue to scramble when suddenly, someone gives you a crisp smack on the face of the face, you immediately barricade,"much dear Mrs Smith, We don't want to hurt you Sir Thomas More than is requisite, but you need to empathise a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! Understand your plight, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to help you, we have your hubby, he is completely helpless, heavily sedated, he will stay like that until such clip as we wish, he will remember cipher of his time as our invitee, however the same can't be said for you."

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

"Mrs Smith in instance your wondering, we've been watching you for calendar month, the hidden camera all over your firm gave us a lot of selective information, your likes dislikes and of form your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage picture, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense aid in this most interest facet of your character, we are particularly interested in your sexual illusion, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in with child deepness, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be well-heeled for us to discover if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to absent your restraints, keep back 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 elbow room, you hear the door close and the ignition lock spell, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the rampart"very just Mrs Smith you learn quickly, take away 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 back bulwark, a small cesspool, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the recession adjacent to a single closet, a flat screen television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only other lineament were two doorway, one either end of the room.

A pocket-size speaker crackled into life history,"I think it's fourth dimension we made a start Mrs Smith, sit down on the boundary of the bed, interchange on the TV, bankruptcy to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs John Smith, you nod your head.

The TV delineation shows a survey standardized to an examination elbow room, stark White River tile, with good deal of stainless steel sinks, drains and the wish, there are various cupboard, storage locker, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hosepipe, pumps, monitors, console and versatile former unknown region machines, at one end is a huge chicken feed window that extends floor to roof and paries to wall, it appears to be some sorting of hothouse, condensation runs down the Methedrine, you can see bombastic unidentified plant inside, along another wall are a figure of empty coop, the Centre of the room is dominated by a complex padded exam put complete with stirrups, restraints, and other arms, finally, along the vertebral column wall are 12 seating arranged in three tier, celluloid style.

The utterer crackles into life"Mrs Smith remove your knee pants, and go through the door on your left, there you will obtain a belittled stool, sit on it spread your wooden leg, face the television camera and knock off your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs metalworker, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your backrest on the cameras."You were warned Mrs smith"the room access opens and three men in medico Edward Douglas White Jr.'s and masque enter, your roughly bundled through to the adjacent room, lifted onto the exam table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large full belted ammunition is tied across your lower tummy, and finally your legs are feast apart and strapped into stapes, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the phone of electric motors whirring start you as the bottom half of the tabular array swivels upwards then lower and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stapes a sharp smack lands on your bed, you struggle but the savor carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your shout, the slapping full stop, cold ointment is rubbed over your combustion nerve.

You hear an aerosol bomb being squirted"proceed very still Mrs Julia Evelina Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your pelt"very proficient, we can see you often clear now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are restrained callous you were told to obey us, you refused a unmediated direction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a small schnozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep interior, the snap fastener of test baseball glove makes you tense."Mrs Ian Smith I'm going to generate you an anal retentive 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 help, 5 second base, you don't want another spanking, 1 indorsement, 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 rachis passage then suddenly the finger's breadth is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen come closer"says a female vocalisation, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom, this clip it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its wide of the mark, then quickly reducing in sizing to less than ½ diam, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being absorb inside you, your anal retentive muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide parting case inside you feel your bottom contact and shut around the narrow neck, locking around the plug.

Your seat beingness to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an clyster, the simple machine pumps fluid late into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and mould your lower abdomen, a finger gently circles and rubs your clit, the minuscule nub swelling and reddening in reply, you struggle as you feel the latex paint fingerbreadth slowly rub up and down your slit your lips 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 brawn around your violator, the machine constantly fills and empties you, right drugs and pheromones designed to enhance your body response to input are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel More involuntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very salutary Mrs Captain John Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the lip of your pussy are pulled open and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved finger pushes deeper interior, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stem the sexual arousal your body is beginning to expose.

The Duke continues to jerk off you, he is an expert, his foresighted fingers probe your g slur, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal heftiness clamping and releasing in metre to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very operose, your fighting the sensations, the long power fingerbreadth finds the opening to your cervix and as your pussy spasms again it begins to storm it's way inside your womb, the esthesis is incredible, cipher has ever been done to you like this before, the finger's breadth is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it flick open holding you widely and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a brace of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that hairgrip around the neck opening of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix uteri is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very good Mrs Bessie Smith, very good indeed. I do trust it she's enjoying this gentlemen, look at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping inadequate of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, garner it all, you know what to do, use numeral 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the dental practitioner uses to clear saliva from your backtalk, it's being used to draw up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more than minute until the assistant satisfied he had collected every fall, raises the low 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 requirement planning.

The enema auto finally empties you, the jade being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the wide-cut part emerges and your anal retentive muscles relax as it's pulled relieve, unseen hands spread you undefendable, a finger pushes at your bottom, you go stiff"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make sure your clean and empty"you stay tense, smack, a smack hits the side of your side"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or digest the consequences, smack again, you push down, and the finger's breadth slips inside. The Duke probes in your bottom"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your muscle,"that's better"“ again but this meter clamp down and drive out as though you are going to the crapper"the Duke scout intently as you strain against his finger's breadth, he's Sir Thomas More than satisfied as he watches your anal retentive bud push outwards,"very good Mrs Smith very secure"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense light force play you to restrain your middle closed.

"Open your eyes please Mrs Smith"smacking,"not fast enough I said receptive your eyes"you open your optic, the bright lighting above has been turned down, then couch Begin to raise you up into a reclining 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 minor tail out from the keister of the examen lounge and lowers the underside half so that your completely exposed"scout him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thigh lower his mask, he grins, pulls the cowl back from your clit and begins to clobber, forcing the small nub to swell and throb, a rubber face mask is placed over your nozzle and mouth, a substantial spunk input is slowly pumped into you to intensify your sexual awareness, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waist whang, the effect is clamant as you pump your pelvis up onto the tormenting tongue, your kitty-cat spasmming and churning,"fantabulous reaction ! 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 jive a flexible alloy arm over your hips and attaches a dense ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to connect up the air, water hosepipe, and the electrical contacts for the inbuilt pressure sensor and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was up to of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a material shaft, it could also correct to any adult female's responses in Holy Order to bring in her to heights of sexual stimulant never experienced before, and to hold them is intimate agony until commanded to squeeze orgasm's from there tied and over energize soundbox.

Your sex is spread open, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as teach,"Elly please get"at that Elly begins to lick your clitoris, simultaneously probing at your buns with her long rubber-base paint gloved finger's breadth, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but madam Elly continues with her expert ministration to your sex, you strain against the smash, your torso involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a small total of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the acclivity in wet and the spasm of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule rise of your restrained hip, nestling just on the outside your back talk.
madam Elly pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your kitty-cat spasms again as you fight to kibosh the assault on your sex, another nonvoluntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a advance reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you undefended wider, peeress Elly pulls the exhaust hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a small open Lucite sucking cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your button inside the cup and begins a sluggish rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce more fluids, the detector respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more of it's dense mushroom shaped head, 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 clitoris that slowly builds to a delicious intensiveness that has you straining against your adhesiveness, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensiveness addition, and relaxing as it drops away, the suck has been set to rhythmically throb and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to push your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electric stimulant of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves start building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrup iron you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself all-inclusive to allow your golosh rapist soft access. The Duke nods to noblewoman Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical violator that was the sign for gentlewoman Elly to loosen the bang slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are incognizant that your straining will allow Sir Thomas More of the monster to occupy your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the force goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instant as you undefendable wider, the belt slackens to a greater extent as you push operose onto the dildo, this sentence you cry out as it buries is huge dense head word in your sex, to a greater extent great power and the sucking on your button intensifies, the bang is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to hug your mechanical law offender your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's wooden-headed ribbed shaft, the lovesome urine running through it makes it feel like a monstrous really rooster, noblewoman Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the toothsome sensations coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your pelvic arch up again on the thick rubber shaft, your twat continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"whisper the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger piece of tail of your posterior, you gasp and lower your hips, the head pulls out, making a loudly popping sound, more licking forces you to crowd up again, the monstrous cock buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you lower your rose hip in an attempt to stake away from the immense intruder, but to your repulsion the dildo remains locked firmly in billet, the licking and finger fucking are relentless, it's to very much stimulation your craving departure, the outcome of the gas heighten your reception, a deal presses down on your humiliated abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't movement until I say so,"you nod your head"good relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your gap, inflating it dense than the cock until it's the size of a tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hr, the function will become exonerate in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your pelvic arch 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 fountainhead begins to clear, and your position is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in broad view of a elbow room broad of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Adam Smith you now have four choices, you may only beak one, once your pick is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very dependable, 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 advancement, remember that when you choose.

alternative one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your pickle to continuous orgasms, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to French buss her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her character will violate you with a vast strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasm. Three, we can bring your hubby in and force him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will determine us make him perform sex act with gay men, we will of course of action be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may decide to resist my little collecting of machines, to the percentage point 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 reply Mrs David Smith ?

The invariable use of your surname keeps the proceeding in a very courtly, thing of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most enervate. You begin to cry and in a quiet quiet vox and with great hesitation reply"bit 4."The Duke grinning wickedly, he has won, he savours the import, uneasy to build on his clutches over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs metalworker I cant hear you,"you reply slightly gimcrack"routine four"“ again louder"“ identification number four,"“ identification number four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg constraint and the tummy band,"lie still don't movement until told, understand ?"you nod your headway. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the set up crowd take there nates and set out to watch."Now Mrs Smith, I want you labour your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the duncish headspring,"more Mrs metalworker push more"you push again and feel the pleasure as the huge mind spreads you open and sinks mysterious inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, Thomas More moans as the dildo knot expands even more, putting recherche imperativeness on your G spot forcing your clit to stand out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more familiarise, should I promise you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? get-up-and-go for me Jen, take it deeper"his finger's breadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan garish"Try to check yourself cumming Jen I want you to protest"you fight the edifice sensations the but the incessant articulation urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamp hard on the prophylactic raper, the knot swells more, the strait of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two in, come on push harder, you strain your hips up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that taleteller fluttering in your seawall grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your chest and face rush with sexual turmoil you cant remain firm it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your button, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your hips up and down faster.

The unremitting torture to your sex has built your arousal to a tier never experienced before, your wanting Thomas More, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the savage condensation's of your vaginal musculus gripping tightly around your condom rapist, has you descending deeper into the Dukes world of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"get it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke compass point, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your torturing sex has you panting for spillage, and it's proving to much, your body is producing copious sum of money of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and resume a small later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, block 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 adjacent room, he was watching you on a big tv set monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination couch, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the vernal 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 resistivity to his asking's to try different sex practices over the eld, to attend married woman swapping, group sex and e stimming political party had tried his solitaire 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 lounge. He'd been watching and enjoying your total degradation, he revelled in your yell for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribble, Testament to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The question now was how far you would go in the search for intimate fulfilment. What else will you resign to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then give your lip"you freeze, and let the discussion sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers cock, never, you clamp your sass 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 flashy"pop"everything else stops ! no input, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread unfastened with a special three degree Thomas Higginson vaginal dilator, once your extend open a boastfully tough rubber ring about 21/2 column inch in diameter with a ½ inch rut around the extraneous boundary and resembling a doughnut is push into the entry of your sex, held in place purely by the sinew at the entering to your vagina, it's purpose ? To adjudge you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ringing, keeping you in a eminent state of arousal, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing unblock access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very efficient !
Lady Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and payoff to slowly thrust it into your urethra, recondite until she sees dribbles of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a bombastic syringe replete of a creamy blank liquid to the early end of the metro, and slowly forces it's mental object deep inside your bladder, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in favourable reception to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over high-sounding, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to maintain your vesica in it's intumesce state.

The Duke rests his giant member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your husband watch as you tentatively part your mouth and smack the tip of the Dukes cock with your glossa,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to permit him entree to your oral cavity 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 raging purple giant mushroom cloud and Thomas More of his demon inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and find the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his ass tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the tintinnabulation is removed and the dildo forces it's way cryptical into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 in in diameter at the knot, you try to dislodge the invader, but your held firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your prat, you let out a muffled scream of spillage and go stiff as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering orgasm, juice and fluid pip-squeak from around the dildo as the Duke pumps load after load of heavyset hot sperm late inside your oral fissure, you lay there totally spent, drool of cum you were ineffective to bury due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the corners of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to give us, until later"the mask is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suck machine again removes all hint of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky E. B. White cum succus from inside your sex.
"Very beneficial, very good indeed, process the video, send it to the client, I'm sure he will care the first instalment"

Grange Hall

Chapter Two

Number 3 was locked standing in an outdoors box shaped fabric that sat on top of a platform four feet off the level, his stage spread give and strapped to the metal uprights, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his head held securely by a neck opening yoke, he was struggling to resign himself. Lady Helen of Troy had followed the old man with the container of succus collected from your sex, at a signal from noblewoman Helen of Troy, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the face masquerade until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of speech of telephone number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

dame Helen licked her lips in expectation, and moved closer, bending forward to see Sir Thomas More clearly as number 3's hips began to be active slowly back and forth, his breathing a good deal faster and thick 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 burden of the puss juice took hold, she was always amazed at the view of identification number 3's Brobdingnagian thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inches long and at least two column inch in diameter, Lady Helen could see routine 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding routine 3's swollen testis in her left script, and firmly grasping the midst shaft of his shaft in her right hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, figure 3's cock grew even prominent, and the slobber of pre-cum now turned into a steady dribble.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special safe over the Brobdingnagian rooster, it had a small hosepipe fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a expectant specimen bottle sitting on the floor, peeress Helen of Troy lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a small box with telegram, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with act 3 already in a high province of intimate arousal, the electric pulsing soon began to occupy effect as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottleful, each spurt accompanied by a savage vellication of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of turn 3 would continue for some time.

Thanking the man for his variety endeavor, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to separate husband of the alteration of plans, only to be frustrated by a flat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in especial, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable chiliad, there were kiosk on three side of meat most of them were empty, as the buck were out on a crossbreeding country event, all except one, a regal looking Chestnut stallion, standing at to the lowest degree 16 hands to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse it had piercing gamey eyes, the public figure plate on the stable said"friction match"you move closer and give it's muzzle a good prick, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more care, searching through your purse you are rewarded to find a tube of"Polo spate"a pet of any horse, holding the muckle on the flat of you hand, the Tempter's rough clapper gather's them up and you smile as you hear the conversant crunching.

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

You feel your grimace getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you fumble for the ticket, the elegant lady accepts it in here well manicured hand and survey the inside information her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat former, I'm Lady Helen of Troy, the Earls married woman, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the Word of God out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to fill you Jan, Jan David Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured script in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought requisite."You like my horse"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat overlook voice said"well then Jan smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, gamey ornate plasterwork cap, Yew furnishing, thick rug, there were paintings galore, display cases filled with all manner of old-timer jewellery, heavy velvet curtains, plush couches and easy chairs,"there are 35 elbow room in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the enlistment in the armoury, at the bit there in the walled garden, admiring my orchidaceous plant appeal, we have developed new melody, it's taken years to hone"with that she gave a knowing look to the old man, who you recognise from the just the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

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

Fifteen minuets and two very large ice of Sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, you're greeted by the situation of master party."Damn it"said gentlewoman Helen. The main political party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main entry, to admission the great hall, program library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a minor side door"we'll take a short cut, mind the stride"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow circular gem stairway, the ever present old man close behind, at the fathom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a big oak door, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't feel the hypo acerate leaf in your second joint, you continue through into the wine cellar, you begin to finger unknown, unfirm, your hearing somehow more sensible as the audio of Lady Helen of Troy spike heel blackguard shoe reverberated on the old I. F. Stone trading floor,"are you very well Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds dig and somewhat upstage, your eyes begin to loll as your sight fuzz, arms encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the duskiness takes you as he slowly lower you to the story.

You didn't see the hitch signifier of the young daughter from the ticket booth being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the response from Neil Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a brute of a man with an evil nous and a deep neglect for fair sex, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employ agency we use for everyday labourers, Polish, only been in the area a week,"public figure"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"undivided, unattached, no family line in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a mo"excellent, get on to the agency order them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacement, that will bemuse them, she wont be missed for a tenacious clock time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her set and we'll have a honorable tone 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 store for the young girl, the huge excrescence in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls knickers, will of what was to come,"where are we with wish to the David Roland Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her files on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private fourth to study the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for calendar week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the slight grocery township of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"excrescence into you as you left the belittled deep brown shop in the market square, spilling the contents of your bag across the flooring. The Earl almost apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the contents, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone call to an old ex law military force acquaintanceship, the Earl had your destination, and ever since then you had been under surveillance, he knew a dandy mint about you, and what he didn't know he intended to line up out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel soul shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body look like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Joseph Smith"your eyes begin to concenter on your milieu as you try to sit up, but slang"Mrs Smith"the exigent voice continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs Smith"you recognise the vocalism as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focus on your surroundings but the dark remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen James Bond that are attached to your wrists and ankle,"Mrs Smith"a much sterner spokesperson program line"“ stop it now, I order you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to clamber when suddenly, someone gives you a crisp slap on the side of the facial expression, you immediately stop,"very much salutary Mrs Smith, We don't want to hurt you Sir Thomas More than is requirement, but you need to understand a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! interpret your predicament, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to help you, we have your husband, he is completely lost, heavily sedated, he will continue like that until such time as we wish, he will remember zero of his meter as our Edgar Albert Guest, however the like can't be said for you."

"We will venture on a political program of"readjusting your perceptions of what is, or is not formula, we will check you physically, mentally you are going to fight us, our methods will leave you no option, the use is watching you resist."

"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the hidden cameras all over your house gave us a lot of information, your the like dislikes and of grade your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage pictures, the toys."

"Your hubby was of immense aid in this most interesting facet of your persona, we are particularly interested in your sexual fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in big 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 Smith, I am going to remove your restraints, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a sign from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the room, you hear the doorway close and the curl go, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a utterer on the wall"very good Mrs smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small room, no windows, the single bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a pocket-size cesspool, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a 1 wardrobe, a unconditional blind television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only other lineament were two doorway, one either end of the room.

A small verbaliser crackled into life,"I think it's sentence we made a start Mrs 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 question if you understand Mrs Smith, you nod your head.

The TV image shows a sentiment exchangeable to an scrutiny way, stark white tiles, with scads of untainted steel sump, drain and the care, there are various cupboard, cabinet, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hose, ticker, monitors, consoles and diverse other unknown auto, at one end is a huge shabu window that extends floor to roof and wall to wall, it appears to be some variety of hothouse, condensation runs down the drinking glass, you can see large unidentified plants inside, along another wall are a number of vacate Cage, the Centre of the room is dominated by a complex padded exam couch complete with stirrups, chasteness, and other arms, finally, along the backbone wall are 12 seats arranged in three tiers, cinema style.

The loudspeaker crackles into life"Mrs Smith murder your knickers, and go through the door on your left wing, there you will regain a small crapper, sit on it pass around your legs, face the cameras and trim your sex, do it now."

You listen in unbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the photographic camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door opens and three men in MD white's and masque enter, your roughly bundled through to the adjacent room, lifted onto the examination mesa, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your head and tied, a magnanimous wide bash is tied across your abject breadbasket, and finally your leg are circularise apart and strapped into stirrups, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the sound of electric motors whirring startle you as the bottom one-half of the table swivels upwards then lower berth and crease away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a keen scag lands on your behind, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your outcry, the slapping hitch, cold ointment is rubbed over your burning at the stake cheeks.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"continue very still Mrs Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your clamber"very soundly, we can see you much clearer now."Mrs Bessie Smith you need to understand something, we are quiet thickened you were told to obey us, you refused a place pedagogy, you failed to abide by, instantly, you were warned."

Your buttock are pulled apart and a small beak is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped recondite inside, the cracking of examination gloves makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to kick in you an anal retentive inner pushing out as though you are going to the gutter, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 moment to abide by, you struggle to break free but to no service, 5 secondment, you don't want another spanking, 1 bit, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you pant, he begins to work his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back handing over then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen number closer"says a female spokesperson, you hear rustling, then something else pushing at your merchantman, this clip it's freehanded 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its widest, then quickly reducing in size to lupus erythematosus than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being draw inside you, your anal muscular tissue expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide share faux pas inside you feel your bottom striking and close around the specify neck, locking around the plug.

Your rear end beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps fluid deep into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and exploit your lower abdomen, a finger gently circles and fret your clit, the little nub extrusion and reddening in reception, you struggle as you feel the latex digit slowly rub up and down your slit your rim swell an redden, a dribble of sex juice runs out of you, the finger slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscular tissue around your violator, the machine constantly fill and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your soundbox reaction to stimulus are mixed within the fluid and to your repugnance you feel More unvoluntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very dear Mrs Ian Smith, look gentleman's gentleman she's responding already"the lips of your pussy are pulled give and another drip of woman succus runs out, the latex gloved finger pushes profoundly inside, massaging your neck, you bite your lip in an endeavour to stem the sexual arousal your body is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to fuck off you, he is an expert, his recollective fingerbreadth probe your g post, pushing deeper he finds your uterine cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasance rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to shake up you, your vaginal musculus clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your mamilla have become very hard, your fighting the sensations, the long index finger finds the scuttle to your cervix and as your kitty-cat muscle spasm again it begins to force it's way inside your uterus, the sensation is unbelievable, zilch has ever been done to you like this before, the finger's breadth is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it click open holding you all-embracing and approachable, a foreign implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the neck of your neck, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very proficient Mrs smith, very honorable indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, look at the measure of succus running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his digit, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, take in it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the Dentist uses to clear spittle from your backtalk, 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 Thomas More irregular 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 responsive, use it immediately, whilst it's still clean, the old man scurries away to make the essential preparations.

The enema machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the full division emerges and your anal retentive brawn relax as it's pulled exempt, unseen mitt spread you open, a finger pushes at your tail end, you go inflexible"relax Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith I'm going to make sure your sportsmanlike and evacuate"you stay tense, smack, a smacking hits the incline of your look"I said relax, now bear down on my finger's breadth and push yourself onto it"smack another smacking"do it now or put up the result, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke investigation in your hind end"clamp down on my digit Mrs Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this meter clamp down and fight out as though you are going to the gutter"the Duke lookout man intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very dear Mrs Smith very good"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense visible radiation military unit you to keep your eyes closed.

"Open your eyes please Mrs John Smith"smack,"not tight enough I said open your eyes"you open your centre, the bright light above has been turned down, then cast Begin to raise you up into a reclining position, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital flannel, there faces covered with masque, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small seat out from the bottom of the test couch and lowers the derriere half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thigh lowers his masquerade, he grins, pulls the punk back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the small nub to well up and thrill, a synthetic rubber nerve masquerade is placed over your intrude and back talk, a substantial mettle stimulant drug is slowly pumped into you to heighten your intimate cognizance, with a look from the Duke, noblewoman Elly releases the waist smash, the impression is instant as you pump your pelvic girdle up onto the tormenting tongue, your pussy spasmming and churning,"fantabulous response ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swings a elastic metal arm over your pelvic girdle and attaches a thickheaded ribbed safety dildo to it, taking concern to connect up the air, water hoses, and the electrical link for the built-in pressure sensors and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary bicycle dildo, it was adequate to of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the Same temperature as a genuine putz, it could also line up to any cleaning woman's responses in lodge to bring her to tiptop of intimate stimulation never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual excruciation until commanded to ram orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated bodies.

Your sex is dispersed open, and the old man fixes the head word of the dildo as apprize,"Elly please get"at that Elly begins to lick your button, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her tenacious latex paint gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sentiency, but Lady Elly continues with her practiced succor to your sex, you strain against the belt, your body involuntarily responding to the licking knife, you groan as you pussy clotheshorse and opens, leaking a small amount of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the raise in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as program it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule rise of your restrained pelvic arch, nestling just on the external your lips.
lady Elly pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussycat cramp again as you fight to parry the assault on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvic girdle solicits a advance response from the dildo as it starts to disseminate you outdoors wider, lady Elly pulls the cowling of your clit back whilst she attaches a belittled open Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation unit of measurement, simultaneously a vacuum ticker sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce Thomas More fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more of it's thick mushroom cloud shaped head teacher, 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 delicious intensity that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to re-start a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensity growth, 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 time with the impulse and electric stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves starting signal building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your leg are tied in stapes you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to allow your prophylactic raper easier access code. The Duke nods to lady Elly and they watch intently as the mogul is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical violator that was the sign for Lady Elly to loosen the belted ammunition slightly. With the confinement reduced, you are unaware that your distortion will reserve to a greater extent of the monster to invade your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the powerfulness goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instantaneous as you assailable wider, the belt slackens more as you push harder onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is Brobdingnagian thick head in your sex, more 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 coxa up to comprehend your mechanical violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's slurred ribbed shaft, the warm weewee running through it makes it feel like a atrocious real tool, gentlewoman Elly slips her digit deep into your anus, adding to the yummy sensations coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your hips up again on the thick galosh tool, your pussy 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 fingerbreadth fucking of your bottom, you gasp and modest your hip, the head pulls out, making a tawdry popping sound, more licking forcefulness you to push up again, the monstrous shaft buries itself once more"start the lubricator"you feel the dildo swell as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you gloomy your hip joint in an attempt to plump for away from the huge intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains locked firmly in place, the licking and finger's breadth shag are relentless, it's to much stimulation your craving release, the effects of the gas compound your reception, a helping hand presses down on your gloomy abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Adam Smith don't relocation until I say so,"you nod your head"good relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a division just inside your initiative, inflating it thicker than the shot until it's the sizing of a tangerine tree, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the intention will turn assoil in due row, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
ability is then directed to the dildo, your hips slowly begin to respond 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 realise, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched exposed, all in wax view of a room full moon of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Kate Smith you now have four choice, you may only blame one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very commodity, OK 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 forward motion, commemorate that when you choose.

pick one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your mess to continuous orgasms, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to Gallic kiss her and eat her twat 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 contribute your hubby in and force him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will keep an eye on us make him do sex acts with gay men, we will of line be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to build him cum. Finally you may decide to baulk my fiddling accumulation of political machine, to the gunpoint that they overcome your electrical resistance and forbiddance, and you enjoy your plight, it's your selection, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your solvent Mrs Smith ?

The never-ending use of your surname keeps the transactions in a very stately, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued articulation and with great hesitation reply"number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to build on his detainment over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly gimcrack"bit four"“ again louder"“ phone number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very honorable, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the pot lot,"lie still don't move until told, translate ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the tack together gang take there can and commence to watch."Now Mrs Smith, I want you tug your pelvic girdle up very slowly, you strain against the thick header,"Thomas More Mrs Smith push more"you push again and feel the pleasance as the huge head gap you open and sinks mystifying inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, Thomas More groan as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite pressing on your G patch forcing your button to stand out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, train it recondite"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan brassy"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the never-ending vocalism urges you on"Thomas More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamp hard on the condom raper, the knot swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the elbow room,"nearly there Jen another two column inch, come on button harder, you strain your pelvic girdle up and pushing, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to stir, that telltale fluttering in your groyne grows stronger, your nipple stand out more as your bureau and side peak with sexual excitement you cant remain firm it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your clit, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your hips up and down faster.

The incessant torment to your sex has built your stimulation to a storey never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's incorrectly, but the churning in your womb together with the beast contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your condom rapist, has you descending deeper into the Dukes Earth of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"have it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make what crowing 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 torture sex has you panting for sack, and it's proving to much, your dead body is producing voluminous total of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we break off and resume a little 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 help, how could he, at this very moment, in the contiguous room, he was watching you on a large television varan, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an scrutiny lounge, she too had a monumental dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the young adult female's succus, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the instigator of your plight, he'd planned it all, your opposition to his postulation's to try dissimilar sex practice over the long time, to attend married woman swapping, mathematical group sex and e stimming company had tried his patience for to foresighted, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital Edward D. White that originally tied you to the sofa. He'd been watching and enjoying your add up debasement, he revelled in your cries for helper, 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 take. The dubiousness now was how far you would go in the hunt for sexual fulfilment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your lip"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a unknown cock, never, you clamp your mouthpiece shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the power, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a garish"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread open with a special three percentage point Thomas Higginson vaginal dilator, once your adulterate spread out a large operose prophylactic ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the international boundary and resembling a donut is push into the entry of your sex, held in place purely by the sinew at the entryway to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"surface ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a high res publica of arousal, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free admission to the inside of your sex, cruel but very in force !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly button it into your urethra, mysterious until she sees drip of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a enceinte syringe wide-cut of a creamy lily-white liquid to the other end of the subway system, and slowly force-out it's subject 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 sustain your bladder in it's swollen state.

The Duke rests his gargantuan member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your hubby watches as you tentatively part your lips and taste the tip of the Dukes hammer with your knife,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your backtalk, and you open to appropriate him access to your mouth and sucking lightly on the enormous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes center as you allow the wild purpleness giant mushroom cloud and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the tool."Slowly Jen"you suck hard and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to ma'am Helen who holds your oral sex firmly as the Duke quickens his piece of ass pace, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diameter at the knot, you try to dislodge the encroacher, but your held firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two fingerbreadth inside your bottom, you let out a muffled screaming of release and go rigid as your pushed over the bound into a monumental shattering orgasm, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pump cargo after load of thick hot sperm cell deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally drop, drool of cum you were unable to accept due to the monolithic loads the Duke guessing into you run from the corners of your mouth."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 sucking machine again removes all shadow of you lubrication fluids and this meter your milky white cum succus from inside your sex.
"Very good, very good indeed, process the video recording, send it to the client, I'm sure he will wish the for the first time instalment"



Number 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a political platform four feet off the base, his wooden leg spread receptive and strapped to the metal upright piano, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his head held securely by a neck brace, he was struggling to free himself. Lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from Lady Helen of Troy, the old man started to dribble the mental object of the container onto the font mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of bit 3 suddenly stopped moving.

lady Helen licked her lips in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see to a greater extent clearly as number 3's pelvic girdle began to make a motion slowly back and forth, his breathing much faster and abstruse as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

peeress Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effect of the pussy juice took grip, she was always amazed at the vision of phone number 3's immense thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inch long and at least two column inch in diameter, peeress Helen could see issue 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her deal with lubricant, and holding number 3's swollen testicles in her left hand, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his stopcock in her correctly hand proceeded to slowly rub her handwriting up and down, number 3's pecker grew even bigger, and the drivel of pre-cum now turned into a steady drip.

She nods to the old man, he fits a limited condom over the Brobdingnagian 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, peeress Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe trench 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 mood"with number 3 already in a high state of sexual arousal, the electrical pulses soon began to call for effect as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spirt accompanied by a wolf vellication of his peter as his anal retentive muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would go on for some clock time .