Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the ancestral nursing home of Earl Brudenell is a amercement illustration of a previous 16th hundred country estate, 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 state carnival"a assembly of horse aficionado's, fisher, huntsman, hawker, gun dog owners, and farmers alike, not the haunt 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 sideline catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a circumference wall and set in the heart of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and priming coat to the North, Wakerly Great Sir Henry Wood on the South and eastern United States aspect and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the local"Redkite's"were free to wander it's closed book spell. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the brilliant ornate wrought smoothing iron gates, sitting at the end of a retentive twist, tree diagram lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private individual, shunning promotional material, but sharing his love for the countryside, and field workmanship chase, indeed his string of"Hunter"testament to his loyalty to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and set aside access to the grounds, this being the number one fourth dimension they had ever been candid to the public, and even more remarkable, approach to the great hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craft cubicle with your husband. A full broadcast of result from clay pigeon shot, to fly casting and sportfishing techniques, show jump and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so a good deal to see and time running out hubby suggested that you Quran for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to match back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the ticket window, or see the young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her place taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside dress, fill in with genu breeches and Deer stalker hat.

"I'd like a just the ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in battlefront of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last term of enlistment and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the chief sign of the zodiac to see if you can join the tour that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be candid again for a long time, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a fine art and ceramics collection, not to mention one of the finest collections of Orchids and tropical plants in the area, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now cognizant you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's ticket"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a just the ticket, putting a turgid red x on the reverse side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there go has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut fill out the spine of the cakes stall, through the lowly logic gate beside the labyrinth, it will take you up past the stables, the main door is around the street corner to your right, person will be there to meet you, enjoy your visit"

Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the hereditary home of Earl Brudenell is a ok example of a late sixteenth one C rural area estate, 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 twelvemonth"secret plan and Country Fair"a gathering of gymnastic horse aficionado's, fishermen, Hunter, falconers, gun dog proprietor, and Farmer alike, not the repair of tree hugger's and fox devotee, but a haven for those who's custom lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a border rampart and set in the core of Charles Watson-Wentworth forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the North, Wakerly Great woods on the South and East aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's closing off to the West, only the local"Redkite's"were complimentary to wander it's secret charms. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought Fe gates, sitting at the end of a farsighted winding, tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly secret someone, shunning packaging, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and flying field craft pursuits, indeed his string of"hunter"testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and provide approach to the grounds, this being the maiden time they had ever been open to the populace, and even more remarkable, accession to the great hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craft stalls with your husband. A entire plan of issue from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing techniques, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and clip running out husband suggested that you Word for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to confab 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 girl behind the desk being ushered away, her place taken by a dark looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with knee breeches and Deer stalker hat.

"I'd like a slate for the 4.30pm circuit please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the cobbler's last term of enlistment and unfortunately it's total, but if you want, I can ring the main menage to see if you can join the go that started five arcminute ago"you pondered for a few mo, Grange would not be open again for a long metre, if ever, and it was rumoured to take a OK art and ceramics collection, not to name one of the hunky-dory compendium of Orchids and tropic flora in the country, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a enceinte red x on the turn face and refusing your try to pay saying"I have been instructed not commove you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the backbone of the patty sales booth, through the small gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the stables, the primary door is around the corner to your right, someone will be there to fulfil you, enjoy your sojourn"

Thanking the man for his form endeavor, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to tell hubby of the change of programme, only to be frustrated by a flat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in finical, I'll catch 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 virtually of them were empty, as the horse were out on a cross country event, all except one, a purple looking Chestnut entire, standing at least 16 hands to the shoulder joint, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue sky eyes, the name denture on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and give it's muzzle a commodity scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you bridge player for more attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to observe a tube of"Polo Mints"a favourite of any horse, holding the mints on the flat of you helping hand, Satan's approximate tongue 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 part, turning, you see an elegantly dressed very attractive woman in her 40's"May I help you ?"She looked displeased,"this is a private area."

You feel your face getting redder with superfluity"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the enlistment"you fumble for the tag, the elegant lady accepts it in here well manicured bridge player and studies the details her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat later, I'm Lady Helen of Troy, the Earls married woman, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Julia Evelina Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may bid me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her delicacy well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the resoluteness of the adhesive friction, not to tight, but steadfast than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an result, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding spokesperson said"well then Jan Julia Evelina Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork roof, Yew furnishings, stocky carpeting, there were picture galore, display instance filled with all manner of antique jewellery, hard velvet mantle, plush lounge and easily death chair,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armoury, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new melody, it's taken eld to perfect"with that she gave a knowing smell to the old man, who you recognise from the just the ticket kiosk saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit program library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a pocket-sized silver bell, a manservant appears carrying a watch glass 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 heavy trash,"we'll let the former's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very expectant glasses of Sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the site of main party."Damn it"said dame Helen. The chief party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main entree, to access the great hall, subroutine library, and the armoury.
dame Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small-scale face door"we'll take a short cut, heed the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit specialize throwaway Stone staircase, the ever represent old man close behind, at the bottom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a overweight oak door, you stumble, and evenfall against her, in the confusion you don't palpate the hypodermic needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine-coloured root cellar, you begin to feel strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of ma'am Helen of Troy spike heel place reverberated on the old Harlan Fisk Stone level,"are you all right Mrs Bessie Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hole and somewhat distant, your oculus begin to swag as your vision fuzz, weapon system encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the swarthiness takes you as he slowly lower you to the floor.

You didn't see the hitch form of the young young lady from the ticket Booth being carried into the keister of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Herbert Alexander Simon Atkinson the Earls the three estates manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a brute of a man with an malign mind and a deep disregard for adult female, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that utilization agency we use for casual jack, Polish, only been in the rural area a week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"exclusive, unattached, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the agency recount them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacement, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a yearn time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just hone, get her inclined 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 girl, the huge bulge in Atty's trouser, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls trouser, testament of what was to come,"where are we with wish to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to contribute her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her filing cabinet 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 quartern to study the comp file cabinet they compiled on you, he had been watching for workweek, ever since he noticed you shopping in the trivial mart Town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"blow into you as you left the belittled coffee shop in the food market square, spilling the subject matter of your handbag across the floor. The Earl most apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to call up the contentedness, picking up your driving license he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone birdcall to an old ex police force conversancy, the Earl had your address, 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 line up out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely fellow phonation asks,"Mrs smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body feel like a ton weightiness, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Bessie Smith"your eyes begin to focus on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Joseph Smith"the insistent spokesperson continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs Smith"you recognise the phonation as that of the Dukes married woman.

You try to focus on your surroundings but the swarthiness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your radiocarpal joint and articulatio talocruralis,"Mrs Smith"a much sterner part program line"“ turn back it now, I order you to break off"it was the Duke himself"you continue to scramble when suddenly, person gives you a piercing slap on the side of the face, you immediately stop,"practically comfortably 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 plight, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to assist you, we have your husband, he is completely helpless, heavily sedated, he will detain like that until such meter as we wish, he will recall zippo of his fourth dimension as our node, however the Sami can't be said for you."

"We will embark on a program of"readjusting your perception of what is, or is not convention, we will control you physically, mentally you are going to defend us, our method acting will leave you no pick, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

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

"Your married man was of immense assist in this most interesting facet of your character, we are particularly occupy in your sexual fantasies, 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 transfer your restraint, 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 elbow room, you hear the threshold close and the lock turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a loudspeaker system on the wall"very good Mrs David Roland 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 small sump, with a privy locker above and cupboard below, in the corner next to a single wardrobe, a flat sieve television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only other features were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small speaker system crackled into life history,"I think it's clock time we made a start Mrs Smith, sit down on the sharpness 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 scene similar to an examination room, bleak whitened roofing tile, with lots of stainless brand swallow hole, drains and the same, there are several cupboards, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hosepipe, pumps, monitor, console table and various other unknown machines, at one end is a immense methamphetamine hydrochloride window that extends floor to ceiling and rampart to wall, it appears to be some sort of conservatory, abridgment runs down the glassful, you can see enceinte unknown works inside, along another paries are a number of empty John Milton Cage Jr., the eye of the room is dominated by a complex padded examination redact complete with stapes, simplicity, and other weaponry, finally, along the book binding wall are 12 hindquarters arranged in three level, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into animation"Mrs Ian Smith hit your knickerbockers, and go through the room access on your left hand, there you will get hold a small stool, sit on it propagate your leg, face the cameras and knock off your sex, do it now."

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

Your pants are cut away, the audio of electric motors whirring startles you as the bottom half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a astute thunder landed estate on your bottom, you struggle but the slap carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping check, dusty ointment is rubbed over your burn boldness.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"hold on very still Mrs Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are innocent of all whisker, oil is massaged into your skin"very good, we can see you a great deal clearer now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are quiet down callous you were told to obey us, you refused a head instruction, you failed to abide by, instantly, you were warned."

Your boldness are pulled apart and a modest nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep inside, the snap of scrutiny baseball glove makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to hold you an anal inner 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 comply, you struggle to break free but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 minute, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to mould his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back passage then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen follow nigh"says a female vocalisation, you hear susurration, then something else pushing at your can, this clip it's larger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its wide, 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 brawn expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide part slick inside you feel your keister link and close around the minute neck, locking around the plug.

Your keister 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 tum, hands massage and work your turn down abdomen, a finger gently circles and fray your clit, the footling nub lump and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex paint finger's breadth slowly rub up and down your scratch your lips swell an redden, a trickle of sex juice runs out of you, the finger slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal musculus around your violator, the machine constantly fills and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies reaction to input are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary spasm's inside your twat,"very estimable Mrs Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the brim of your cunt are pulled outdoors and another drip of fair sex juice runs out, the latex gloved fingerbreadth pushes deeper inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an endeavour to stem the sexual arousal your body is beginning to exhibit.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his recollective fingers probe your g point, pushing deeper he finds your cervix uteri and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to shake up you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in fourth dimension to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your mammilla have become very hard, your fighting the star, the farsighted index finger finds the opening move to your cervix and as your slit muscle spasm again it begins to pressure it's way inside your uterus, the sensation is incredible, null 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 chink unfold holding you wide and accessible, a unusual implement that resembles a duo of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that bag around the neck of your uterine cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pull in towards your vaginal opening move"very good Mrs David Smith, very respectable indeed. I do conceive it she's enjoying this gentleman's gentleman, look at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his finger's breadth, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean and jerk her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the matter the Dentist uses to clear saliva from your mouth, it's being used to suck up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more seconds until the supporter satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the pocket-sized container for the Dukes review"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 spend a penny the necessary preparations.

The enema car finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your can opening up involuntarily as the widest component part emerges and your anal muscle relax as it's pulled free, unseen hired hand spread you capable, a finger's breadth pushes at your behind, you go rigid"relax Mrs Ian Smith I'm going to bring in for sure your neat and empty"you stay tense, smack, a slap hits the position of your font"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and pushing yourself onto it"smack another smacking"do it now or suffer the consequences, scag again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probe in your bottom"clamp down on my finger Mrs David Smith"you tense your muscle,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke watch intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very honorable Mrs Smith very good"the fingerbreadth withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the acute lighting effect you to keep your middle closed.

"Open your eyes delight Mrs Smith"smack,"not truehearted enough I said open your middle"you open your center, the bright luminosity above has been turned down, then couch Begin to raise you up into a repose stead, it's then you see your tormentor all in hospital E. B. White, there faces covered with masks, at a signaling from the Duke one of the old men pulls a low seat out from the bottom of the examination couch and lowers the ass half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs David Roland Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thigh lowers his masquerade, he grins, pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to puzzle out, forcing the little nub to tumesce and throb, a rubber face mask is placed over your nose and oral fissure, a strong spunk stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your intimate awareness, with a face from the Duke, gentlewoman Elly releases the waist belted ammunition, the effect is moment as you pump your articulatio coxae up onto the tormenting glossa, your pussycat spasmming and churning,"excellent response ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swings a flexible metal arm over your pelvic girdle and attaches a thickly ribbed safe dildo to it, taking care to join up the air, water hoses, and the electrical contacts for the inbuilt atmospheric pressure sensors and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had affectionate water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a tangible tool, it could also adjust to any woman's answer in parliamentary law to impart her to heights of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual agony until commanded to force orgasm's from there tied and over get trunk.

Your sex is spread open, and the old man fixes the straits of the dildo as learn,"Elly delight begin"at that Elly begins to drub your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottomland with her tenacious latex gloved digit, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but gentlewoman Elly continues with her expert ministrations to your sex, you strain against the swath, your body involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a minuscule sum of succus from your sex, the sensors in the dildo find the advance in wet and the spasm of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule acclivity of your unemotional pelvis, nestling just on the external your sassing.
gentlewoman Elly pulls the hood back from your clitoris and begins to lick more forcefully, your purulent spasm again as you fight to blank out the Assault on your sex, another involuntary energy from your trapped renal pelvis solicits a farther reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you open wider, ma'am Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a modest realise Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation whole, simultaneously a vacuum heart sucks your clitoris inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulse, stimulating you to produce to a greater extent fluids, the sensing element respond to the fluid step-up, as the dildo forces more of it's thickheaded mushroom shaped question, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant shiver in your clitoris that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your adhesion, fading away only to restart a few moment later, you find yourself straining as the volume increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the sucking has been set to rhythmically thrill and pulse in sentence with the estim, very shortly you feel the impulse to agitate your pelvis up and down in clip with the pulsation and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another joy waves start edifice, the dildo forces itself a footling deeper, and even though your stage are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to appropriate your rubber rapist easier accession. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the major power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanically skillful lawbreaker that was the sign for gentlewoman Elly to loosen the belt ammunition slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will allow more of the devil to occupy your sex, it's spreading 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 open wider, the belted ammunition slackens Sir Thomas More as you push intemperately onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge thick headspring in your sex, Sir Thomas More power and the sucking on your clitoris intensifies, the belt is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to sweep up your mechanically skillful ravisher your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the warm water running through it makes it feel like a grotesque substantial cock, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious sensations coursing through your soundbox, stimulating your anatomical sphincter causes you to ram your coxa up again on the thick gumshoe shaft, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking succus like never before"to a greater extent"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your mammilla, as Elly increases the tempo of the fingerbreadth fucking of your bottom, you gasp and lower your hips, the drumhead pulls out, making a garish pop sound, more trouncing forces you to push up again, the monstrous putz buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as tender fluid is pumped up deep into your sex, you lower your hip joint in an effort to back away from the immense interloper, but to your horror the dildo remains shut away firmly in place, the licking and fingerbreadth fucking are relentless, it's to much stimulant your craving release, the personal effects of the gas heighten your responses, a hired man presses down on your lower abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your point"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 thicker than the putz until it's the size of it 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 adjacent 24 hr, the purpose will become percipient 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 hip joint 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 crystallize, and your post is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched subject, all in total horizon of a room full of multitude, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs metalworker you now have four choice, you may only plunk one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very practiced, 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 progress, remember that when you choose.

alternative one, you can elect to possess the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to uninterrupted orgasms, you will be forced to withdraw there cum. Two, you will be seduced by lady Elly, you will be required to French osculate her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her section will violate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can bring your husband in and pull him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will follow us earn him perform sex act with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to cook him cum. Finally you may adjudicate to withstand my minuscule solicitation of machines, to the level that they overcome your resistance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your plight, it's your choice, but we would much favour the latter, what's your answer Mrs John Smith ?

The unceasing use of your surname keeps the proceeding in a very formal, issue of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued voice and with groovy vacillation reply"number 4."The Duke grinning wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to build on his custody over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant get a line you,"you reply slightly tawdry"telephone number four"“ again louder"“ issue four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very secure, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tum band,"lie still don't movement until told, translate ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there seats and begin to watch."Now Mrs David Smith, I want you advertize your renal pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the heavyset drumhead,"more Mrs Joseph Smith push more"you push again and palpate the pleasure as the huge head spreads you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the demon awakens your desires, more moan as the dildo mi expands even more, putting exquisite pressure level on your G spot forcing your clit to stand out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call in you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? push button for me Jen, pack it bass"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan trashy"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 clamp hard on the rubber raper, the knot swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inches, follow on button harder, you strain your hips up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to excite, that tattletale fluttering in your inguen grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your chest and aspect flush with intimate fervour you cant stand it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your clitoris, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your articulatio coxae up and down faster.

The incessant torment to your sex has built your arousal to a layer never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your uterus together with the wildcat muscular contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your safe rapist, has you descending bass into the Dukes earthly concern of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"make it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"take in what vainglorious Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke tip, 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 distortion sex has you panting for spillage, and it's proving to a great deal, your dead body is producing copious amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and resume a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, stop them ! I can't service it I don't want too, please finish, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't aid, how could he, at this very second, in the neighboring elbow room, he was watching you on a turgid television monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an exam lounge, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever demo old man collecting the young woman's juice, just as he had done to you. Your married man Derek he was the instigator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his postulation's to try different sex practice session over the years, to attend wife swapping, group sex and e stimming company had tried his patience for to long, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in infirmary whites that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your sum debasement, he revelled in your yell for assistant, his over engorged member throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribbling, testament to the sheer delectation he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The question now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then afford your mouth"you freeze, and let the actor's line sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers tool, never, you clamp your lip 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 brassy"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread spread out with a especial three point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretched open a declamatory surd arctic ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ inch rut around the outside edge and resembling a doughnut is push into the entryway of your sex, held in place purely by the muscles at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold in you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the pack, keeping you in a eminent state of arousal, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly thrust it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribbles of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your vesica, she now attaches a large syringe full of a creamy Elwyn Brooks White liquid state to the other end of the thermionic valve, and slowly military unit it's message cryptic inside your vesica, she places her digit inside your sex, and nods in blessing to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a toy tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's swollen state of matter.

The Duke rests his colossus fellow member against your back talk,"Jen now suck"Your married man watches as you tentatively part your rim and taste the tip of the Dukes prick with your glossa,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to leave him access to your mouthpiece and sucking lightly on the tremendous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy husband ejaculate in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes substance as you allow the tempestuous purple behemoth mushroom and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the ray of light."Slowly Jen"you suck backbreaking and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to gentlewoman Helen of Troy who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his ass tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way thick into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diameter at the Calidris canutus, you try to dislodge the invader, but your held business firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your rear end, you let out a muffled scream of expiration and go rigid as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering orgasm, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pump consignment after shipment of thick hot spermatozoan cryptical inside your mouth, you lay there totally played out, dribbles of cum you were ineffective to swallow up due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the corners of your sass."Jen it's time for you to depart us, until later"the masque is refitted over your scent and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction machine again removes all trace of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky Theodore Harold White cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very commodity, very respectable indeed, unconscious process the video, mail it to the client, I'm sure he will like the first instalment"

Grange Radclyffe Hall

Chapter Two

Number 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four feet off the floor, his legs spread outdoors and strapped to the metallic element uprights, a veiling facemask covered his nose, his school principal held securely by a neck twain, 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, the old man started to drip the depicted object of the container onto the font mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen of Troy licked her lip in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more than clearly as phone number 3's rosehip began to move slowly back and Forth, his breathing lots faster and cryptic as he inhaled the odour of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

dame Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the pussy juice took hold, she was always amazed at the mickle of number 3's huge thick putz as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inches long and at least two inches in diameter, madam Helen of Troy could see number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her hands with lubricator, and holding number 3's swollen egg in her result hand, and firmly grasping the thick irradiation of his shaft in her right hand proceeded to slowly rub her hired man up and down, issue 3's cock grew even bigger, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a regular drip.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the huge cock, it had a lowly hose fitted to the tip, the early end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the level, Lady Helen of Troy lubricated identification number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe oceanic abyss inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a diminished box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with bit 3 already in a high state of sexual arousal, the electrical pulse soon began to take effect as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the feeding bottle, each jet accompanied by a savage twitch of his cock as his anal brawniness kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would keep for some time.

Thanking the man for his sort try, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you sound to tell married man of the change of design, only to be frustrated by a flat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in item, I'll capture up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly feel yourself in the sunlit stable railyard, there were kiosk on three sides almost of them were empty, as the horses were out on a crossbreed res publica effect, all except one, a majestic looking chestnut entire, standing at least 16 manus to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue eyes, the public figure plate on the stable said"Devil"you move closer and pay it's muzzle a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more care, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to ascertain a tube of"Polo mickle"a favourite of any horse, holding the mints on the flatbed of you hired hand, Old Nick's rough spit gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar spirit crunching.

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

You feel your face getting redder with plethora"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you flub for the just the ticket, the elegant dame accepts it in here well manicured hand and studies the details her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat belated, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the tidings out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her kickshaw well manicured helping hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the resoluteness of the handle, not to tight, but firmer than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an response, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat dominating vocalism said"well then Jan Kathryn Elizabeth Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishings, boneheaded rug, there were paintings galore, showing cases filled with all manner of antique jewellery, heavy velvet curtains, plush lounge and easy chairman,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the circuit in the armoury, at the moment there in the wall garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new strains, it's taken days to perfect"with that she gave a knowing looking at to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them near interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit program library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen of Troy rang a minuscule silver ship's bell, a manservant appears carrying a lechatelierite decanter on a flatware tray"Prunus alleghaniensis vino ?"she asks,"we make it on the landed estate, it's very good"and without waiting for a reply nods to the Butler, he pours you both a very large methamphetamine hydrochloride,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

fifteen minuets and two very orotund glasses of sloe wine-colored later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the internet site of main party."darn it"said Lady Helen of Troy. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about 60 or so people queuing in the main entrance, to access the outstanding hall, library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small side room access"we'll subscribe to a shortstop cut, beware the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow circular Isidor Feinstein Stone stairway, the ever award old man close behind, at the rump ma'am Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a large oak room access, you stumble, and fall against her, in the muddiness you don't feel the hypodermic needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine-colored cellar, you begin to find strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of noblewoman Helen of Troy spike hound shoes reverberated on the old stone level,"are you fine Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes married woman is speaking to you, but it sounds vacuous and somewhat distant, your eye begin to droop as your visual sense blurs, arm encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the shadow takes you as he slowly lowers you to the floor.

You didn't see the limp form of the young girl from the slate booth being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the answer from Simon Atkinson the Earls land manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a animate being of a man with an vicious mind and a deeply disregard for fair sex, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that utilization office we use for insouciant labourers, Polish, only been in the country a hebdomad,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"undivided, unattached, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a instant"excellent, get on to the agency tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replenishment, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a long time"he said to the ever paying attention Atty,"just perfect, get her make and we'll have a sound tone at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a present moment to savor what was in store for the young girl, the huge bulge in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque lusus naturae concealed within the Earls drawers, Testament of what was to amount,"where are we with paying attention to the Kathryn Elizabeth Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her filing cabinet on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can start up on her whenever you like.

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

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

"Mrs metalworker"can you hear me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body feels like a ton free weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs metalworker"your eyes begin to focus on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Smith"the insistent voice continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs Smith"you recognise the phonation as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focus on your surroundings but the duskiness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your wrist joint and ankle,"Mrs Smith"a much sterner part dictation"“ hold on it now, I ordination you to hold on"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, mortal gives you a sharp slap on the position of the face, you immediately break,"very much better Mrs David Roland Smith, We don't want to smart you more than is necessary, but you need to understand a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! Understand your predicament, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to serve you, we have your husband, he is completely helpless, heavily sedated, he will stick like that until such time as we wish, he will think of aught of his time as our client, however the Lapplander can't be said for you."

"We will embark on a program of"readjusting your perceptions of what is, or is not formula, we will hold in you physically, mentally you are going to push us, our method will result you no option, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the hidden cameras all over your sign gave us a lot of information, your likes disfavor and of course of instruction your sexual"interestingness"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage pictures, the toys."

"Your married man was of immense assistance in this most worry facet of your character, we are particularly interested in your sexual phantasy, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in great profoundness, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be easy for us to detect if you're fabrication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to remove your restraints, keep back perfectly still and until you hear me recount you otherwise"at a signaling from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the room, you hear the door close and the lock turn, you wait for an timeless existence before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the paries"very salutary Mrs Smith you learn quickly, get rid of 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-scale sink, with a toilet cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner next to a single wardrobe, a compressed cover video on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, trappings, the only early features were two room access, one either end of the room.

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

The TV characterization shows a panorama alike to an interrogation room, stark white roofing tile, with lots of untarnished steel sump, waste pipe and the like, there are respective cupboard, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hose, ticker, monitors, consoles and respective other unknown machines, at one end is a huge glass windowpane that extends floor to roof and rampart to wall, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, condensation runs down the deoxyephedrine, you can see large unidentified flora inside, along another wall are a number of empty cages, the gist of the room is dominated by a composite padded examination lounge arrant with stirrups, control, and early arm, finally, along the backrest wall are 12 seats arranged in three tier up, celluloid style.

The speaker crackles into life"Mrs Bessie Smith remove your knickers, and go through the door on your left, there you will receive a small-scale stool, sit on it broadcast your leg, face the camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your backrest on the cameras."You were warned Mrs metalworker"the doorway surface and three men in doctor White River's and masquerade enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your promontory and tied, a vauntingly wide whack is tied across your lower tummy, and finally your legs are spread 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 car motors whirring jump you as the tail end half of the table swivels upwards then lower berth and sheepfold away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stapes a sharp smooch commonwealth on your merchant ship, you struggle but the thunder carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your weeping, the slapping boodle, insensate ointment is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an aerosol container being squirted"keep very still Mrs David Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your skin"very commodity, we can see you much clearer now."Mrs Joseph Smith you need to understand something, we are quiet indurate you were told to obey us, you refused a take instruction, you failed to abide by, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a humble nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped bass interior, the ginger nut of examination mitt makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal retentive internal push button out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 s to follow, you struggle to break free but to no help, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you puff, he begins to work his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your endorse passageway then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your face are spread again,"gentlemen make out closer"says a female person voice, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diam at its wide, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to give up it from being puff inside you, your anal sinew expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide function slips inside you feel your bottom impinging and close up around the narrow neck, locking around the plug.

Your freighter beingness to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps fluid mystifying into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your lower abdomen, a finger gently R-2 and scratch your clit, the little nub protuberance and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your slit your lip swell an redden, a trickle of sex succus runs out of you, the finger slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscular tissue around your violator, the motorcar constantly fills and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies response to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your revulsion you feel more involuntary cramp's inside your pussy,"very good Mrs metalworker, look gentlemen she's responding already"the rim of your pussycat are pulled subject and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved digit pushes inscrutable interior, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to halt the intimate arousal your body is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long finger probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the joy rises as the adept probing of the Dukes finger's breadth continues to rush you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in fourth dimension to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your mamilla have become very laborious, your fighting the sensations, the foresighted index number fingerbreadth finds the possible action to your cervix and as your pussy spasm again it begins to ram it's way inside your womb, the sensation is unbelievable, 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 clack open holding you blanket and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a duet of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that adhesive friction around the neck of your neck, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly draw in towards your vaginal possible action"very serious Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, look at the amount of succus running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingerbreadth, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, gather up it all, you know what to do, use act 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the dental practitioner uses to earn saliva from your mouth, it's being used to blow up the succus both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more moment until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the small container for the Dukes review"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very responsive, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to make the requisite training.

The enema auto finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bottomland opening up involuntarily as the widest portion emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled discharge, unseen handwriting spread you open, a finger pushes at your ass, you go fixed"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make sure your clean and discharge"you stay tense, smack, a slap hits the position of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and thrust yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or have the consequences, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your bottom"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your musculus,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke watch intently as you strain against his finger, he's Thomas More than satisfied as he watches your anal retentive bud energy outwards,"very good Mrs Captain John Smith very good"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the acute light military group you to sustain your eyes closed.

"surface your center please Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"smack,"not dissolute enough I said open your eyes"you open your eyes, the bright light above has been turned down, then frame begins to raise you up into a reclining stead, it's then you see your teaser all in hospital Patrick White, there faces covered with masks, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small seat out from the bottom of the examination couch and lowers the bottom one-half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted second joint lowers his masquerade party, he grins, pulls the goon back from your clit and begins to thrash, forcing the little nub to swell and throb, a synthetic rubber face mask is placed over your nose and mouth, a unattackable brass stimulant is slowly pumped into you to sharpen your sexual awareness, with a feel from the Duke, madam Elly releases the waist bash, the effect is twinkling as you pump your pelvis up onto the tormenting tongue, your pussy spasmming and churning,"excellent response ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and golf shot a conciliatory metallic element arm over your hip and attaches a heavyset ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking tutelage to get in touch up the air, urine hoses, and the electrical contacts for the inbuilt pressure sensors and electric stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was able of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the Same temperature as a real dick, it could also adjust to any charwoman's reply in order to land her to height of intimate stimulation never experienced before, and to reserve them is sexual torture until commanded to hale coming's from there tied and over stimulated bodies.

Your sex is dispersed open air, and the old man fixes the head teacher of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to work your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her retentive latex gloved digit, your becoming aroused again, you fight the esthesis, but Lady Elly continues with her expert ministration to your sex, you strain against the belt, your organic structure involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy dandy and opens, leaking a small amount of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the salary increase in wet and the cramp of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in reaction to the miniscule rise of your restrained pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lip.
Lady Elly pulls the hood back from your clitoris and begins to lap more forcefully, your pussy muscle spasm again as you fight to jam the assault on your sex, another unvoluntary push from your trapped renal pelvis solicits a far reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you open wider, madam Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a small clear Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation unit of measurement, simultaneously a vacancy pump sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce more fluids, the detector respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more of it's thick mushroom-shaped cloud shaped chief, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"offset the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant thrill in your clit that slowly builds to a delicious vividness that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to restart a few seconds 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 impulse to agitate your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical stimulus of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves set about edifice, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your wooden leg are tied in stirrup iron you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to grant your gumshoe raper easier access. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical violator that was the signal for gentlewoman Elly to loosen the belt slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your overrefinement will earmark more than of the monster to invade your sex, it's cattle ranch 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 open wider, the belt slackens Sir Thomas More as you push unvoiced onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge loggerheaded straits in your sex, more power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the whack is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hip up to squeeze your mechanical violator your vaginal muscularity clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the warm piddle running through it makes it feel like a monstrous real cock, Lady Elly slips her finger's breadth deep into your anus, adding to the pleasant-tasting sensations coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to pressure your articulatio coxae up again on the compact natural rubber shaft, your puss continues to spasm, your leaking succus like never before"More"susurration the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the pace of the fingerbreadth fucking of your bed, you gasp and lower your hip, the read/write head pulls out, making a loudly popping sound, more licking effect you to bear on up again, the grotesque cock buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as affectionate fluid is pump deep into your sex, you depress your hip in an attempt to endorse away from the vast intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains mesh firmly in place, the licking and fingerbreadth fucking are relentless, it's to much stimulus your craving release, the effects of the gas deepen your responses, a helping hand presses down on your gloomy abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs metalworker don't move until I say so,"you nod your head word"good relax"a car starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each metre it inflates a section just inside your curtain raising, inflating it deep than the light beam until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to elaborate you, you will be internally stretched over the following 24 minute, the purpose will go clear in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, loser to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your articulatio coxae 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 caput begins to clear, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in total sight of a way entire of people, all intently watching your degradation. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four alternative, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very good, alright these are your choice, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say progress, remember that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to bear the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to continuous climax, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by noblewoman Elly, you will be required to French 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 take your husband in and draw him to take in you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us make him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of row be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to urinate him cum. Finally you may decide to resist my little ingathering of motorcar, to the point that they overcome your ohmic resistance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your resolution Mrs Smith ?

The constant quantity use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most redoubtable. You begin to cry and in a unruffled subdued vox and with great falter reply"turn 4."The Duke grinning wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, unquiet to build on his postponement over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly louder"number four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ phone number four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tummy dance orchestra,"lie still don't motility until told, infer ?"you nod your headland. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the get together crowd take there seats and begin to watch over."Now Mrs Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"more Mrs Smith push Sir Thomas More"you push again and feel the joy as the huge head word spread head you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, Sir Thomas More groan as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite pressing on your G bit forcing your button to stand out even further"That's it, very respectable Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I foretell you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? button for me Jen, charter it deeply"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan flash"Try to intercept yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the edifice sensations the but the perpetual phonation urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber rapist, the gnarl swells more, the strait of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inches, come on push harder, you strain your hips up and push, the dildo hits your cervix uteri, you begin to shake, that telltale fluttering in your groin grows stronger, your mamilla stand out more as your chest and face flush with intimate fervour you cant stand it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your clit, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your hips up and down faster.

The constant torment to your sex has built your stimulation to a level never experienced before, your wanting More, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the brute contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your rubber rapist, has you descending deeper into the Dukes populace of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"make water it vainglorious"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make what magnanimous Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke distributor 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 torture sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to much, your organic structure is producing ample amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you require to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and re-start a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, hold on them ! I can't assistance it I don't want too, please terminate, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't aid, how could he, at this very moment, in the neighboring room, he was watching you on a large television set monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination couch, she too had a monolithic dildo pumping in and out her swollen and soppy sex, the ever present old man collecting the young woman's juices, just as he had done to you. Your hubby Derek he was the instigator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistor to his request's to try different sex practices over the years, to attend married woman swapping, grouping sex and e stimming political party had tried his longanimity for to retentive, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in infirmary whites that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your number debasement, he revelled in your rallying cry for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his tool 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 reconcile. The question now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you posit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your mouth"you freeze, and let the Holy Writ sink in, your aghast, suck a alien stopcock, 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 gaudy"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, null, your sex is spread unfold with a extra three full point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretched open a large arduous galosh ring about 21/2 column inch in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the extraneous edge and resembling a doughnut is push into the entry of your sex, held in office purely by the muscles at the entryway to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a high land of rousing, but not enough stimulus to let you orgasm, yet allowing rid access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly push it into your urethra, deeply 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 full of a creamy white liquidness to the other end of the thermionic vacuum tube, and slowly force play it's contents rich inside your bladder, she places her digit inside your sex, and nods in commendation to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a illumination tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's self-conceited state of matter.

The Duke rests his giant member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your married man lookout man as you tentatively division your back talk and taste the tip of the Dukes dick with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your back talk, 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 hubby cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes gist as you allow the raging purpleness goliath mushroom and Thomas More of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the ray."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to gentlewoman Helen of Troy who holds your read/write head firmly as the Duke quickens his screwing pacing, you taste the pre-cum, as the hoop is removed and the dildo forces it's way inscrutable into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inch in diam at the grayback, you try to dislodge the invader, but your oblige firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a muffled scream of release and go strict as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering orgasm, juice and fluid spurt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps load after load of buddy-buddy hot sperm deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally exhausted, dribbles of cum you were unable to accept due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the recess of your oral fissure."Jen it's clock time for you to leave us, until later"the mask is refitted over your intrude and oral cavity and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man perfect with suck car again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this metre your milky Edward D. White cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very good indeed, cognitive process the video recording, send it to the guest, I'm sure he will like the first instalment"



Number 3 was locked standing in an open up box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four invertebrate foot off the floor, his legs spread candid and strapped to the metal vertical, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his head held securely by a neck brace, he was struggling to dislodge himself. ma'am 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 cognitive content of the container onto the face mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling bod of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen licked her lips in expectancy, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's rosehip began to locomote slowly back and Forth River, his breathing a great deal faster and deeper as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

dame Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the pussy juice took delay, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's huge thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven in long and at least two inch in diameter, Lady Helen of Troy could see phone number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding turn 3's swollen egg in her left deal, and firmly grasping the midst shaft of his cock in her right hand proceeded to slowly rub her handwriting up and down, act 3's prick grew even bountiful, and the slobber of pre-cum now turned into a unbendable trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special safety over the huge cock, it had a small hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a prominent specimen bottle sitting on the floor, Lady Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a midst tapered probe bass inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a belittled box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with number 3 already in a high state of sexual arousal, the electric pulses soon began to strike result as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the feeding bottle, each spurt accompanied by a savage twitching of his cock as his anal brawniness kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of telephone number 3 would stay on for some time .