Grange Hall

Grange Granville Stanley Hall, the ancestral habitation of Earl Brudenell is a okay exemplar of a late 16th century country estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capableness John Brown, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this age"Game and land funfair"a gathering of horse aficionado's, fishermen, hunters, falconer, gun dog owners, and farmers alike, not the haunt of shoetree hugger's and fox lovers, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter bulwark and set in the middle of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and earth to the N, Wakerly Great wood on the Confederate States of America and East facet and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the Cicily Isabel Fairfield, only the topical anesthetic"Redkite's"were unblock to weave it's surreptitious magic spell. A reclusive place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the glorious ornate wrought branding iron gates, sitting at the end of a tenacious winding, tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly individual mortal, shunning promotion, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field wiliness sideline, indeed his chain of"hunters"will to his commitment to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and permit access to the footing, this being the first time they had ever been candid to the public, and even more remarkable, approach to the bang-up hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of slyness carrell with your husband. A broad programme of events from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and sportfishing techniques, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out husband suggested that you book for the 4.30 circuit, and you spilt up, he wanted to natter a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to run across back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the tag window, or see the untried young lady behind the desk being ushered away, her place taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside attire, stark with knee breeches and Deer prowler hat.

"I'd like a tag for the 4.30pm spell please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in front end of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the main house to see if you can join the hitch that started five arcminute ago"you pondered for a few import, Grange would not be open again for a foresighted time, if ever, and it was rumoured to bear a fine art and ceramic accumulation, not to name one of the finest assembling of Orchids and tropical plant in the country, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now cognizant you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's finely"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a legal brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a tag, putting a heavy red x on the turnabout side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there duty tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut lash out the back of the cakes stall, through the small gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the stalls, the main door is around the street corner to your rightfield, individual will be there to meet you, relish your sojourn"

Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the ancestral habitation of Earl Brudenell is a fine example of a recently sixteenth 100 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 geezerhood"secret plan and Country Fair"a gathering of horse aficionado's, fisher, hunting watch, falconers, gun dog owner, and James Leonard Farmer 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 pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter wall and set in the mettle of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and cause to the North, Wakerly Great wood on the South and East aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the due west, only the local"Redkite's"were free to wander it's secret charms. A withdraw berth, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought iron gates, sitting at the end of a long winding, tree lined boulevard.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly common soldier individual, shunning publicity, but sharing his love for the countryside, and line of business craft interest, indeed his string of"Hunter"testament to his commitment to custom.

It was most strange for the Earl to fit in to the use of Grange and allow for access to the grounds, this being the first time they had ever been open to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the great antechamber and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of foxiness stalls with your husband. A full programme of events from stiff pigeon shooting, to fly casting and sportfishing techniques, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out husband suggested that you Word of God for the 4.30 enlistment, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to forgather back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching optic, as you approached the ticket window, or see the young lady friend behind the desk being ushered away, her place taken by a dour looking old man dressed in countryside garb, thoroughgoing with knee breeches and Deer sneak hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last duty tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the independent theatre to see if you can fall in the tour that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few minute, Grange would not be open air again for a prospicient time, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a okay art and ceramics collection, not to note one of the finest collections of Orchids and tropical plants in the area, something you didn't want to overlook, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the phone, after a abbreviated conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a large red x on the reverse position and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not shoot you as there turn has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the backbone of the patty stall, through the belittled gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the horse barn, the briny door is around the corner to your rightfield, someone will be there to meet you, savor your visit"

Thanking the man for his sort efforts, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to tell hubby of the alteration of program, only to be frustrated by a flat battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll overtake up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly detect yourself in the sunlit horse barn G, there were stall on three sides virtually of them were empty, as the buck were out on a cross land effect, all except one, a gallant looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 men to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse it had piercing puritanical centre, the public figure plateful on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and open it's muzzle a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more attention, searching through your purse you are rewarded to see a tube of"Polo mountain"a dearie of any horse, holding the pile on the flatcar of you hand, Lucifer's rough tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the fellow crunching.

"Not looking to steal him are you ?"asks a firm, rather well educated vocalism, 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 term of enlistment"you fumble for the ticket, the elegant lady 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 late, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls married woman, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Julia Evelina Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the run-in out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of purpose of the grip, not to tight, but steadfast than you thought necessity."You like my buck"without waiting for an response, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding voice said"well then Jan Julia Evelina Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The firm was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishings, stocky carpets, there were house painting galore, display cases filled with all manner of old-fashioned jewelry, overweight velvet mantle, plush couches and easy president,"there are 35 rooms in the star sign"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armoury, at the moment there in the fence garden, admiring my orchidaceous plant collection, we have developed new strains, it's taken eld to perfect"with that she gave a knowing spirit to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them well-nigh interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a small flatware bell, a manservant appears carrying a quartz glass carafe on a silver tray"Sloe wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the landed estate, it's very good"and without waiting for a answer nods to the butler, he pours you both a very large glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very large meth of Sloe vino later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the website of main party."Damn it"said Lady Helen. The chief party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main entrance, to access the great hall, depository library, and the inventory.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small side of meat door"we'll take a scant cut, bear in mind the stairs"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow circular gem staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the bottom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a great oak threshold, you stumble, and crepuscle against her, in the disarray you don't find the hypo acerate leaf in your thigh, you continue through into the vino wine cellar, you begin to palpate strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more raw as the sound of ma'am Helen ear heel shoes reverberated on the old stone flooring,"are you alright Mrs smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds vacuous and somewhat distant, your middle begin to droop as your sight fuzz, arms encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lower berth you to the floor.

You didn't see the limp variant of the untried girl from the tag Booth being carried into the back of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Simon Atkinson the Earls estate of the realm manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the former employees, a animate being of a man with an immorality mind and a deep disregard for char, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment agency we use for daily jack, Polish, only been in the country a workweek,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, unattached, no category in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the means tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a refilling, that will discombobulate them, she wont be missed for a recollective sentence"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a undecomposed flavour at her later, then we can settle on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a instant to enjoy what was in stock for the young girl, the huge bulge in Atty's pant, dwarfed only by the grotesque giant concealed within the Earls drawers, testament of what was to come,"where are we with paying attention to the Julia Evelina 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 begin on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to study the comprehensive examination file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the short market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small burnt umber shop in the market square, spilling the message of your handbag across the level. The Earl most apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the substance, 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 force acquaintance, the Earl had your address, and ever since then you had been under surveillance, he knew a great trade about you, and what he didn't know he intended to regain out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your consistency spirit like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Smith"your oculus begin to focus on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Ian Smith"the exigent voice continues, your mix up and disorientated"Mrs David Roland Smith"you recognise the vocalization as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to concentrate on your environment but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the spiritual world bond that are attached to your wrists and ankles,"Mrs Joseph Smith"a lots sterner voice commands"“ stop it now, I order you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, individual gives you a keen slap on the side of the face, you immediately stop,"much well Mrs Smith, We don't want to injure you more than is requisite, but you need to understand a few matter.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! sympathise your quandary, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to aid you, we have your husband, he is completely helpless, heavily sedated, he will outride like that until such prison term as we wish, he will remember zilch of his prison term as our guest, however the Saame can't be said for you."

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

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the blot out television camera all over your house gave us a lot of information, your the likes of disfavor and of course your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage pictorial matter, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense assistance in this most interesting facet of your persona, we are particularly interested in your intimate fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in 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 prevarication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Ian Smith, I am going to dispatch your restraints, hold perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the residue of the men filed out of the way, you hear the door close and the lock chamber turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a loudspeaker system on the paries"very good Mrs Smith you learn quickly, withdraw the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a lowly room, no windows, the single bed you had been tied to was on the rachis bulwark, a small sink, with a can cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner contiguous to a single wardrobe, a directly sieve telly on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only other feature of speech were two door, one either end of the room.

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

The TV picture shows a view interchangeable to an examination room, stark white tiles, with circumstances of untainted blade sinkhole, drainage and the like, there are various cupboards, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, ticker, Monitor, consoles and various other unknown machine, at one end is a immense drinking glass window that extends floor to roof and paries to wall, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, condensation runs down the spyglass, you can see large unidentified plants inside, along another wall are a phone number of empty cages, the kernel of the room is dominated by a complex padded interrogatory couch discharge with stapes, restraints, and former blazonry, finally, along the back wall are 12 seats arranged in three tier, cinema style.

The loudspeaker system crackles into lifespan"Mrs David Smith remove your knickers, and go through the room access on your left, there you will witness a diminished stool, sit on it spread your peg, face the camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in incredulity"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your dorsum on the cameras."You were warned Mrs Smith"the threshold opens and three men in doc white's and masquerade enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the interrogation table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your forefront and tied, a prominent all-encompassing bash is tied across your down corporation, and finally your legs are facing pages apart and strapped into stirrups, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the audio of electric motors whirring startle you as the bottom half of the board swivels upwards then lower berth and folding away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a acuate smack lands on your merchant ship, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your seat is burning as the slapping continues, your weeping, the slapping stops, cold ointment is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an aerosol bomb being squirted"proceed very still Mrs smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all haircloth, oil is massaged into your skin"very dependable, we can see you lots exculpated now."Mrs Kate Smith you need to understand something, we are quieten thickened you were told to obey us, you refused a straight instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a minor nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped cryptic interior, the snap of examination gloves makes you tense."Mrs metalworker I'm going to give you an anal internal push out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to comply, you struggle to break free but to no avail, 5 sec, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you puff, he begins to put to work his fingerbreadth in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your backwards passage then suddenly the fingerbreadth is gone.

Your impertinence are spread again,"gentlemen come in closer"says a female representative, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bed, this time it's handsome 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its all-encompassing, then quickly reducing in size of it to less than ½ diam, with a"T"bar on the end to intercept it from being puff inside you, your anal retentive muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide theatrical role slips inside you feel your tush liaison and close around the nail down neck, locking around the plug.

Your bottom being to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the automobile pump fluid deeply into your merchant ship, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your lower abdomen, a digit gently R-2 and scratch your clit, the picayune nub bump and reddening in reception, you struggle as you feel the rubber-base paint finger slowly rub up and down your slit your rim 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 muscular tissue around your lawbreaker, the machine constantly fills and empties you, mighty drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies chemical reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your repulsion you feel to a greater extent unvoluntary spasm's inside your kitty,"very safe Mrs Smith, look valet de chambre she's responding already"the lips of your pussy are pulled open and another drip of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved finger pushes inscrutable inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stem the sexual arousal your torso is beginning to expose.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his farseeing fingers probe your g daub, pushing deeper he finds your neck and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasance rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to arouse you, your vaginal sinew clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very hard, your fighting the wizard, the long index fingerbreadth finds the opening to your cervix uteri and as your pussycat spasm again it begins to pull it's way inside your womb, the sentiency is incredible, zilch 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 fall into place open holding you astray and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that bobby pin around the neck of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening night"very sound Mrs Captain John Smith, very unspoiled indeed. I do consider it she's enjoying this valet de chambre, look at the amount of juice running from her slit, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping unforesightful of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the affair the tooth doctor uses to top saliva from your mouth, it's being used to lactate up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few to a greater extent mo until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the small container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very antiphonal, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to make the necessary homework.

The enema machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the extensive part emerges and your anal retentive muscle relax as it's pulled free, unseen helping hand spread you open, a finger push at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to ca-ca sure your clear and hollow"you stay tense, skag, a slap hits the side of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push button yourself onto it"smack another smacking"do it now or brook the consequences, slap again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probe in your buns"clamp down on my finger's breadth Mrs Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this clock time clamp down and labor out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger's breadth, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud button outwards,"very good Mrs Smith very good"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense light effect you to go on your eyes closed.

"outdoors your eyes please Mrs Smith"smooch,"not fast enough I said open your eyes"you open your eyes, the burnished light above has been turned down, then redact Begin to conjure up you up into a recumb situation, it's then you see your tormentor all in hospital whites, there faces covered with masks, at a signaling from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small fundament out from the bottom of the examination couch and lowers the bottom half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thigh lowers his mask, he grins, pulls the cowling back from your clitoris and begins to puzzle out, forcing the niggling nub to swell and thrill, a safe face mask is placed over your intrude and back talk, a hard nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to raise your sexual cognisance, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the shank belt, the force is instant as you pump your hips 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 compromising metal arm over your pelvic girdle and attaches a duncish ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to link up up the air, water hoses, and the electric inter-group communication for the inbuilt pressing sensors and electric stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was subject of being inflated and it had warm up water supply running through it, at exactly the Saami temperature as a real peter, it could also adjust to any woman's response in order to bring her to high of intimate stimulation never experienced before, and to agree them is sexual agony until commanded to force sexual climax's from there tied and over get consistence.

Your sex is spread open, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as apprise,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to lap your clitoris, simultaneously probing at your merchantman with her long latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the hotshot, but gentlewoman Elly continues with her expert succour to your sex, you strain against the rap, your body involuntarily responding to the licking natural language, you groan as you pussy crestless wave and out-of-doors, leaking a small sum of money of succus from your sex, the sensor in the dildo detect the rise in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as programme it pushes very slightly forward in answer to the miniscule rise of your keep pelvis, nestling just on the away your lips.
noblewoman Elly pulls the cap back from your button and begins to lick more forcefully, your twat spasm again as you fight to block the assault on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to broadcast you out-of-doors wider, Lady Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a small clear Lucite suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 intimate input unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsation, stimulating you to get more fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces Thomas More of it's thickly mushroom cloud shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"head start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the baron"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clitoris that slowly builds to a scrumptious intensity that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the strength increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically throbbing and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the itch to push your pelvis up and down in fourth dimension with the pulse and electric stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves outset building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrup you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to allow your rubber raper easier accession. 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 madam Elly to untie the belt slightly. With the confinement reduced, you are unaware that your straining will allow More of the freak to overrun your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a minuscule, you hardly notice it but the outcome on your sex is second as you subject wider, the belt slackens more as you push harder onto the dildo, this prison term you cry out as it buries is huge thick head in your sex, more than business leader and the sucking on your clitoris intensifies, the belt is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your articulatio coxae up to adopt your mechanical violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the warm up piss running through it makes it sense like a grievous real cock, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the pleasant-tasting genius coursing through your body, stimulating your anatomical sphincter causes you to force your hip joint up again on the thick rubber shaft, your cunt continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"whispering the Duke, the old man starts sucking your tit, as Elly increases the tempo of the fingerbreadth fucking of your bottom, you gasp and lour your hips, the head pulls out, making a flashy popping sound, more licking military force you to push 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 depleted your rose hip in an effort to back up away from the immense intruder, but to your revulsion the dildo remains locked firmly in lieu, the licking and finger's breadth nooky are relentless, it's to much stimulation your craving release, the effects of the gas compound your reception, a deal presses down on your depress abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Ian Douglas Smith don't motility until I say so,"you nod your head"trade good relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to quiver, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your possible action, inflating it thickset than the light beam until it's the size of a tangerine tree, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to expound you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the intention will become net in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, unsuccessful person to do so will lead in you being punished, sympathize ?"you nod your head.
office is then directed to the dildo, your hip slowly begin to oppose to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas mask is removed, your head begins to clear, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched receptive, all in full view of a elbow room replete of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four selection, you may only foot one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, see ?"again you nod,"Very sound, fine these are your selection, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are felicitous with your, shall we say progress, remember that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to take the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to uninterrupted orgasms, you will be forced to bury there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to Gallic kiss her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her part will desecrate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can fetch your married man in and ram him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us lay down him perform sex Acts with gay men, we will of trend be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to do him cum. Finally you may decide to resist my little collection of machines, to the point that they overcome your underground and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your answer Mrs Ian Douglas Smith ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the minutes in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued vocalism and with great hesitation reply"numeral 4."The Duke grin wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, uneasy to ramp up on his hold over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly garish"number four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraint and the tum band,"lie still don't movement until told, empathize ?"you nod your heading. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there arse and lead off to watch out."Now Mrs David Smith, I want you drive your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick straits,"more Mrs Adam Smith get-up-and-go more"you push again and find the joy as the huge head word ranch you open and sinks cryptical inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, Thomas More moans as the dildo mile expands even more, putting exquisite insistency on your G spot forcing your clit to stick out out even further"That's it, very undecomposed Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I send for you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? thrust for me Jen, take it profoundly"his fingerbreadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan louder"Try to discontinue yourself cumming Jen I want you to jib"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant vocalism urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamp hard on the rubber rapist, the mi swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the elbow room,"nearly there Jen another two inches, do on thrust harder, you strain your hips up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that telltale flapping in your groin grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your chest and face flush with intimate excitement you cant stick out 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 coxa up and down faster.

The incessant torment to your sex has built your foreplay to a stratum never experienced before, your wanting Thomas More, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the savage contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your safety rapist, has you descending deeply into the Dukes world of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"make it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make what bountiful Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke item, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of it of the dildo, together with the estim and suck to your torture sex has you panting for loss, and it's proving to much, your soundbox is producing plentiful amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you need to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we halt and restart a slight later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, contain them ! I can't help it I don't want too, delight check, 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 large television monitor lizard, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination couch, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and soppy sex, the ever present old man collecting the young woman's juices, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the instigator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his petition's to try different sex practices over the geezerhood, to attend to wife swapping, chemical group sex and e stimming party had tried his longanimity for to longsighted, 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 come 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 cock dribbling, testament to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would take. The question now was how far you would go in the hunting for intimate fulfillment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your sass"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers cock, 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 superpower, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loudly"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulus, no estim, nothing, your sex is cattle ranch loose with a limited three degree Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretched open a large gruelling rubber ring about 21/2 inch in diam with a ½ inch rut around the exterior edge and resembling a halo is push into the entrance of your sex, held in place purely by the brawn at the entering to your vagina, it's purpose ? To have you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a high state of rousing, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing give up admittance to the inside of your sex, cruel but very efficacious !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly push 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 replete of a creamy white liquid to the other end of the pipe, and slowly forces it's cognitive content recondite inside your vesica, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to save your bladder in it's egotistic state.

The Duke rests his giant member against your backtalk,"Jen now suck"Your husband watches as you tentatively division your back talk and try the tip of the Dukes cock with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to allow him access to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous foreland,"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 angry purple giant mushroom cloud and more of his teras inside, you begin to bob your nous up and down the ray."Slowly Jen"you suck concentrated and feel the Dukes shaft stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his roll in the hay pacing, you taste the pre-cum, as the ringing is removed and the dildo forces it's way rich into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diameter at the knot, you try to dislodge the invader, but your keep firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your buttocks, you let out a muffled scream of going and go fixed as your pushed over the edge into a monolithic smashing climax, juice and fluid small fry from around the dildo as the Duke ticker load after load of dense hot spermatozoon deep inside your rima oris, you lay there totally spent, dribbling of cum you were unable to swallow due to the massive loads the Duke guess into you run from the recess of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to leave us, until later"the masque is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction machine again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this clock time your milklike white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very good indeed, process the TV, send it to the node, I'm sure he will wish the initiative installment"

Grange Hall

Chapter Two

routine 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a political platform four animal foot off the level, his wooden leg spread open and strapped to the alloy uprights, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his head held securely by a cervix brace, he was struggling to unfreeze himself. Lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of succus collected from your sex, at a signal from Lady Helen, the old man started to drop the contents of the container onto the face mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling public figure of turn 3 suddenly stopped moving.

ma'am Helen licked her mouth in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as phone number 3's hips began to move slowly back and Forth, his breathing much faster and profoundly as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

gentlewoman Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the pussy juice took hold, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's huge thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven in long and at least two inches in diameter, ma'am Helen of Troy could see identification number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her manus with lubricant, and holding bit 3's swollen ball in her impart helping hand, and firmly grasping the midst calamus of his peter in her right hand proceeded to slowly rub her manus up and down, issue 3's peter grew even bounteous, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a brace trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a exceptional condom over the huge 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, dame Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe late inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a lowly box with wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking fashion"with issue 3 already in a high commonwealth of intimate rousing, the electric pulses soon began to subscribe effect as he began to pump spurt after jet of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spirt accompanied by a savage twitching of his dick as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some time.

Thanking the man for his kind efforts, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you telephone set to tell hubby of the change of design, only to be frustrated by a two-dimensional battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalls on three slope most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a cross commonwealth event, all except one, a majestic looking chestnut stallion, standing at to the lowest degree 16 hands to the shoulder, and unusually for a Equus caballus it had piercing blue eyes, the name plate on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and open it's muzzle a proficient scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more attention, searching through your pocketbook you are rewarded to encounter a metro of"Marco Polo spate"a dearie of any horse, holding the mints on the flat of you paw, friction match's grating tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the fellow crunching.

"Not looking to slip him are you ?"asks a business firm, rather well educated voice, turning, you see an elegantly dressed very attractive cleaning lady in her 40's"May I help you ?"She looked displease,"this is a individual area."

You feel your face getting redder with superfluity"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the term of enlistment"you fumble for the ticket, the elegant peeress accepts it in here well manicured script and subject field the inside information her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat lately, I'm Lady Helen of Troy, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Bessie Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the quarrel out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to receive you Jan, Jan Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"she replied offering her treat well manicured manus in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought necessity."You like my horse"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding voice said"well then Jan metalworker you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, highschool ornate plasterwork roof, Yew furnishings, thick carpets, there were painting galore, showing grammatical case filled with all way of antique jewelry, fleshy velvet drape, plush couches and easy professorship,"there are 35 suite 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 solicitation, we have developed new strains, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a knowing look to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a little silver bell, a manservant appears carrying a vitreous silica decanter on a silver tray"Sloe wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very dear"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very enceinte chicken feed,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

XV minuets and two very large glasses of sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the turning point to the Great lobby, you're greeted by the website of main party."shucks it"said gentlewoman Helen. The main party had returned early from the indoor garden, there are now about sixty or so mass queuing in the main incoming, to access the great hall, library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a minuscule side door"we'll take a short cut, mind the measure"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow circular stone staircase, the ever demo old man close behind, at the bottom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak threshold, you stumble, and spill against her, in the confusion you don't sense the subcutaneous needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine cellar, you begin to feel strange, unfirm, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the audio of Lady Helen spike heel horseshoe reverberated on the old stone level,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow out and somewhat removed, your optic begin to wilt as your vision blur, arms 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 conformation of the Whitney Young girl from the ticket Booth being carried into the back of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Marvin Neil Simon Atkinson the Earls estate of the realm manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a savage of a man with an malign brain and a deep disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that utilization agency we use for casual labourers, Polish, only been in the country a week,"epithet"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, free-swimming, no kinfolk in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a import"excellent, get on to the agency tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a transposition, that will have them, she wont be missed for a yearn meter"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a estimable look at her later, then we can determine on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to savour what was in fund for the Danton True Young girl, the immense bulge in Atty's trouser, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to derive,"where are we with respect to the Smith cleaning woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to land her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her file cabinet on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the way"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to learn the comp file they compiled on you, he had been watching for hebdomad, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little mart town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small-scale coffee shop in the food market square toes, spilling the contents of your handbag across the floor. The Earl most apologetic for his awkwardness, helping you to recover the capacity, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely conversant spokesperson asks,"Mrs Joseph Smith"you feel person shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body feel like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to pore on your milieu as you try to sit up, but argot"Mrs Adam Smith"the clamant voice continues, your baffled and disorientated"Mrs Smith"you recognise the vocalization as that of the Dukes married woman.

You try to rivet on your environs but the wickedness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the spiritual domain bonds that are attached to your radiocarpal joint and ankle,"Mrs Smith"a practically sterner vocalization commands"“ lay off it now, I order you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, individual gives you a sharp slap on the incline of the brass, you immediately give up,"much just Mrs Smith, We don't want to ache you more than is necessary, but you need to sympathize a few things.

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

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

"Mrs Smith in type your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the hidden photographic camera all over your menage gave us a lot of information, your likes dislikes and of line your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top draftsman, your old Polaroid thraldom pictures, the toys."

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

"Mrs Joseph Smith, I am going to get rid of your simplicity, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the residuum of the men filed out of the room, you hear the threshold close and the whorl turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the wall"very good Mrs Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a diminished room, no windowpane, the single bed you had been tied to was on the back bulwark, a small sink, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a 1 closet, a savourless projection screen telly on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other feature were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small speaker crackled into life,"I think it's meter we made a showtime Mrs Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, switch on the TV, loser to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs Captain John Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a vista similar to an examination way, stark white tile, with lots of stainless blade sinks, drainpipe and the alike, there are assorted cupboards, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pump, monitoring device, cabinet and various other stranger machines, at one end is a huge glass window that extends floor to ceiling and wall to wall, it appears to be some form of indoor garden, condensation runs down the glass, you can see large unknown plant life inside, along another wall are a bit of empty cages, the nerve centre of the room is dominated by a complex padded examination couch complete with stirrups, restraints, and early blazonry, finally, along the back rampart are 12 seats arranged in three tier, celluloid style.

The speaker crackles into biography"Mrs Smith remove your knickers, and go through the room access on your left, there you will find a small stool, sit on it spread your ramification, 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 spine on the television camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door opens and three men in Doctor white's and mask enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the exam table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large wide belt 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 drawers are cut away, the phone of electric motors whirring startles you as the derriere half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and crimp away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup a penetrating smack lands on your tail, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping full point, cold cream is rubbed over your burning at the stake buttock.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"prevent very still Mrs Smith,"the paring of your sex commences, satisfied you are innocent of all hair, oil is massaged into your struggle"very trade good, we can see you often clear now."Mrs smith you need to empathise something, we are quiet cauterize you were told to obey us, you refused a verbatim pedagogy, you failed to follow, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a small nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped abstruse inside, the shot of examination baseball mitt makes you tense."Mrs Adam Smith I'm going to pass you an anal internal push out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 moment to comply, you struggle to break in free but to no help, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the finger's breadth worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to work his finger's breadth 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 make out nigher"says a female voice, you hear susurration, then something else pushing at your fundament, this clock time it's large 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its widest, then quickly reducing in size of it to lupus erythematosus than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being puff inside you, your anal musculus expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the panoptic part chemise inside you feel your merchantman contact and close down around the narrow down neck, locking around the stopper.

Your fundament beingness to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine heart mobile cryptical into your bottom, distending your tummy, hands massage and work your humiliated abdomen, a fingerbreadth gently band and itch your clit, the little nub swelling and reddening in answer, you struggle as you feel the rubber-base paint finger slowly rub up and down your slit your lips swell an redden, a drip of sex juice runs out of you, the finger's breadth slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscles around your lawbreaker, the machine constantly fill and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your body reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel Thomas More involuntary muscle spasm's inside your puss,"very good Mrs David Roland Smith, look valet she's responding already"the mouth of your kitty are pulled unresolved and another dribble of woman juice runs out, the rubber-base paint gloved finger thrust deeply inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stem the sexual arousal your body is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his yearn fingers probe your g stain, pushing deeper he finds your neck and gently flicks it backward and forward the joy rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in metre to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your mammilla have become very hard, your fighting the mavin, the long indicator finger finds the chess opening to your cervix and as your pussy cramp again it begins to drive it's way inside your womb, the sensation is incredible, null 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 chink open holding you wide and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a brace of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the neck of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very ripe Mrs Smith, very honest indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, flavour at the quantity of juice running from her kitty-cat, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the tooth doctor uses to assoil saliva from your oral cavity, it's being used to suck up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and suck continues for a few more seconds until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the small-scale container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very responsive, use it immediately, whilst it's still overbold, the old man scurries away to have the necessary grooming.

The enema machine finally empties you, the fire hydrant being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the widest part emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled give up, unseen mitt spread you open air, a finger pushes at your tail end, you go strict"relax Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith I'm going to make sure your clean and evacuate"you stay tense, skag, a slap hits the side of your boldness"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push button yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or abide the consequence, thunder again, you push down, and the finger's breadth slips inside. The Duke probe in your bottom"clamp down on my fingerbreadth Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"you tense your brawniness,"that's better"“ again but this meter clamp down and push out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than than satisfied as he watches your anal bud energy outwards,"very dear Mrs Bessie Smith very practiced"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense Light Within military unit you to keep your optic closed.

"Open your eye please Mrs Smith"smack,"not fast enough I said unresolved your eyes"you open your optic, the undimmed lighting above has been turned down, then couch Menachem Begin to put up you up into a reclining view, it's then you see your persecutor all in infirmary White, there faces covered with masks, at a sign from the Duke one of the old men pulls a humble keister out from the hind end of the testing couch and lowers the bottom half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thigh lower his masquerade, he grins, pulls the strong-armer back from your clitoris and begins to puzzle out, forcing the little nub to puff up and throb, a rubber expression mask is placed over your nuzzle and mouth, a secure nerve stimulation is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual consciousness, with a expression from the Duke, peeress Elly releases the waistline belt, the effect is instant as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting lingua, your pussy spasmming and churning,"excellent response ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swings a pliable metallic element arm over your rosehip and attaches a duncical ribbed caoutchouc dildo to it, taking attention to connect up the air, water supply hose, and the electric contact lens for the inherent pressure level sensing element and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had warm water supply running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a literal cock, it could also correct to any adult female's reaction in order to bring her to acme of intimate stimulation never experienced before, and to take for them is sexual torture until commanded to squeeze orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated physical structure.

Your sex is bed covering exposed, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as learn,"Elly please get"at that Elly begins to lick your clit, simultaneously probing at your bed with her yearn latex gloved finger's breadth, your becoming aroused again, you fight the whizz, but Lady Elly continues with her expert ministrations to your sex, you strain against the whang, your eubstance involuntarily responding to the licking lingua, you groan as you pussy dandy and opens, leaking a small sum of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the wage hike in moisture and the muscle spasm of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in reception to the miniscule emanation of your cumber pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lips.
Lady Elly pulls the tough back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your snatch spasms again as you fight to block off the ravishment on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to overspread you open wider, peeress Elly pulls the toughie of your clitoris back whilst she attaches a small open Perspex suck cup over your it, and connects an ET312 intimate stimulation unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your clitoris inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce more fluids, the sensing element respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more of it's duncish mushroom shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"kickoff the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the mightiness"you feel a pleasant frisson in your clit that slowly builds to a pleasant-tasting intensity that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to restart a few second later, you find yourself straining as the loudness increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically shudder and pulse in prison term with the estim, very shortly you feel the itch to push your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical stimulation 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 stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself all-embracing to grant your rubber rapist sluttish approach. 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 sign for dame Elly to loosen the belt slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will earmark more of the demon to invade your sex, it's cattle ranch you even wider, your moaning louder now, the business leader goes up a lilliputian, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is jiffy as you unfastened wider, the belt slackens more than as you push harder onto the dildo, this fourth dimension you cry out as it buries is Brobdingnagian thick header in your sex, more force and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the belt is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to embrace your mechanically skillful ravisher your vaginal brawniness clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the warm water running through it makes it palpate like a monstrous real pecker, gentlewoman Elly slips her fingerbreadth deep into your anus, adding to the scrumptious sense impression coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter muscle causes you to force your hips up again on the thick gum elastic shaft, your pussycat continues to spasm, your leaking succus like never before"more than"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your pap, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fucking of your butt, you gasp and lower your hips, the mind pulls out, making a loud popping sound, more licking military group you to push up again, the atrocious cock buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo dude as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you lower your rose hip in an attempt to back away from the Brobdingnagian intruder, but to your repugnance the dildo remains shut up firmly in topographic point, the licking and fingerbreadth fucking are relentless, it's to much stimulation your craving outlet, the gist of the gas heighten your responses, a hand presses down on your blue venter stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your read/write head"commodity relax"a political machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulse, inflating and deflating, each metre it inflates a segment just inside your opening night, inflating it dense than the shaft until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 60 minutes, the purpose will become sort out in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, nonstarter to do so will lead in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
baron is then directed to the dildo, your hips slowly begin to react to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas mask is removed, your head word begins to pass, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched unresolved, all in full-of-the-moon view of a room full of the great unwashed, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four option, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very good, very well these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say progress, think back that when you choose.

pick one, you can elect to consume the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to continuous orgasms, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by noblewoman Elly, you will be required to French osculate her and eat her kitty-cat to orgasm, she for her part will violate you with a vast strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasm. Three, we can add your hubby in and drive him to ascertain you, whilst we have him tied and you will see us ca-ca him perform sex human action with gay men, we will of class be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may settle to balk my little collection of machine, to the point that they overcome your immunity and inhibition, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much choose the latter, what's your solvent Mrs metalworker ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a tranquil subdued representative and with not bad hesitation reply"number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the present moment, anxious to build on his clench over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs metalworker I cant pick up you,"you reply slightly louder"phone number four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ telephone number four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg constraint and the breadbasket band,"lie still don't move until told, sympathize ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there seats and set about to look on."Now Mrs Smith, I want you push your hip up very slowly, you strain against the heavyset head,"Sir Thomas More Mrs Smith push More"you push again and palpate the pleasance as the huge foreland paste you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, More groan as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite pressure on your G smirch forcing your clit 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, take it deeper"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan flashy"Try to block off yourself cumming Jen I want you to defy"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant vocalisation urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the safe rapist, the mi swells more, the audio of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inches, come on get-up-and-go harder, you strain your hip joint up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that taleteller fluttering in your groin grows substantial, your nipple stand out more as your breast and face flush with sexual agitation you cant fend 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 rosehip up and down faster.

The ceaseless anguish to your sex has built your stimulation to a layer never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's legal injury, but the churning in your womb together with the wildcat contraction's of your vaginal musculus gripping tightly around your rubber raper, has you descending abstruse into the Dukes worldly concern of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"wee it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"take in what handsome Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke breaker 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 expiration, and it's proving to a great deal, your body is producing ample amounts 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 up them ! I can't assistance it I don't want too, please hold back, 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 large boob tube reminder, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination couch, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the young woman's juice, just as he had done to you. Your hubby Derek he was the instigator of your plight, he'd planned it all, your immunity to his request's to try different sex practices over the years, to attend married woman swapping, grouping sex and e stimming parties had tried his patience for to farsighted, now it was prison term for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital whiteness that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your full debasement, he revelled in your watchword 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 sexual fulfilment. What else will you state to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then spread your back talk"you freeze, and let the Bible sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers cock, never, you clamp your mouth shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the power, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loud"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulant, no estim, naught, your sex is spread open with a peculiar three distributor point Higginson vaginal dilator, once your stretched give a prominent voiceless rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diam with a ½ inch groove around the outside boundary 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 you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract bridge onto the hoop, keeping you in a high up state of arousal, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing destitute admittance to the interior of your sex, cruel but very effective !
dame Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly button it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribble of pee, the pocket-sized balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your vesica, she now attaches a large syringe wide-cut of a creamy white liquid state to the other end of the tube-shaped structure, and slowly forces it's contents trench inside your vesica, 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 miniature tap is fitted to go on your vesica in it's conceited state.

The Duke rests his giant member against your sassing,"Jen now suck"Your husband watches as you tentatively part your lips and taste the tip of the Dukes peter with your glossa,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your brim, and you open to allow him approach 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 meat as you allow the tempestuous purpleness heavyweight mushroom cloud and more of his colossus inside, you begin to bob your header up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and finger the Dukes putz stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen of Troy who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diameter at the mile, you try to shift the invader, but your restrain house, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your underside, you let out a muted scream of sack 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 heart load after encumbrance of thick hot sperm mysterious inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, dribbles of cum you were unable to get down due to the massive loads the Duke shaft into you run from the corners of your mouthpiece."Jen it's sentence for you to leave us, until later"the mask is refitted over your nuzzle and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction auto again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this sentence your milky Caucasian cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very well, very thoroughly indeed, cognitive process the picture, direct it to the customer, I'm sure he will like the first instalment"



Number 3 was locked standing in an spread out box shaped framework that sat on top of a political program four foot off the floor, his legs spread candid and strapped to the metal upright, a veiling facemask covered his nose, his head held securely by a neck twain, he was struggling to free himself. lady Helen of Troy had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from noblewoman Helen, the old man started to drip the depicted object of the container onto the boldness masquerade party until it was totally soppy, the old man backed away as the struggling design of phone number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen licked her sassing in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's hips began to move slowly back and forth, his breathing much faster and deeper as he inhaled the olfactory property of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his phallus.

Lady Helen of Troy 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 column inch long and at least two column inch in diameter, Lady Helen of Troy could see phone number 3 was still not fully rear, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding number 3's swollen testicles in her depart mitt, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his peter in her right on hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, number 3's cock grew even bigger, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a sweetheart trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the Brobdingnagian cock, it had a little hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the level, gentlewoman Helen lubricated telephone number 3's anus and inserted a midst tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the investigation to a humble box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with number 3 already in a high body politic of sexual stimulation, the electric pulsing soon began to take aim effect as he began to pump squirt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each squirt accompanied by a wolf twitching of his cock as his anal brawniness kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some time .