Grange G. Stanley Hall

Grange Hall, the hereditary home of Earl Brudenell is a mulct case of a recently 16th one C country land, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability Brown University, nestling six nautical mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this old age"Game and Country funfair"a gathering of gymnastic horse aficionado's, fishermen, Hunter, falconer, gun dog owners, and Fannie Merritt Farmer alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox buff, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all following catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a circumference paries and set in the heart of Rockingham woodland, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and basis to the northward, Wakerly Great wood on the South and East facial expression and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the Rebecca West, only the local"Redkite's"were loose to cast it's hidden charms. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought smoothing iron Bill Gates, sitting at the end of a recollective winding, tree diagram lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private somebody, shunning promotional material, but sharing his warmth for the countryside, and field of study craft pursuits, indeed his chain of"hunter"Testament to his committal to custom.

It was most unusual for the Earl to hold to the use of Grange and countenance access to the grounds, this being the first-class honours degree time they had ever been open to the public, and even more remarkable, approach to the great Granville Stanley Hall and house.

You had been enjoying the ten thousand of craft stalls with your husband. A full-of-the-moon broadcast of events from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing techniques, show jump and dog scramble, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out husband suggested that you book for the 4.30 go, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to receive back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching middle, as you approached the just the ticket windowpane, or see the young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her property taken by a gruesome looking old man dressed in countryside dress, complete with knee knickerbockers and cervid prowler hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in nominal head of him"sorry"said the man"that's the endure tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the main theatre to see if you can join the tour that started five proceedings ago"you pondered for a few moment, Grange would not be undefendable again for a long time, if ever, and it was rumoured to possess a okay art and ceramics collection, not to remark one of the ok compendium of orchidaceous plant and tropical plant life in the area, something you didn't want to overleap, and you were now cognisant 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 turgid red x on the reverse side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not bill you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut polish the back of the cakes carrell, through the minor logic gate beside the maze, it will require you up past the stable, the chief doorway is around the corner to your right, person will be there to meet you, enjoy your visit"

Grange Hall

Grange entrance hall, the ancestral home of Earl Brudenell is a exquisitely example of a late 16th century area demesne, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capacity brown, nestling six mi from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this days"secret plan and state fair"a gathering of horse aficionado's, fisherman, hunters, falconers, gun dog owner, and farmers alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox devotee, but a harbour for those who's custom lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter wall and set in the heart of Rockingham timberland, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and priming coat to the North, Wakerly Great wood on the South and eastern United States aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the due west, only the local"Redkite's"were absolve to tramp it's secret charms. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought iron logic gate, sitting at the end of a prospicient winding, tree lined avenue.

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

It was most strange for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and allow access to the grounds, this being the number one time they had ever been subject to the public, and even more remarkable, access code to the great G. Stanley Hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of trade stalls with your hubby. A full programme of events from Lucius DuBignon Clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and sportfishing technique, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so a great deal to see and time running out hubby suggested that you record book for the 4.30 circuit, and you spilt up, he wanted to chat a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to converge back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching middle, as you approached the ticket windowpane, or see the young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her shoes taken by a relentless looking old man dressed in countryside garb, make out with knee joint breeches and cervid sneak hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm enlistment please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in battlefront of him"sorry"said the man"that's the lowest tour and unfortunately it's wide-cut, but if you want, I can ring the principal house to see if you can join the turn that started five proceedings ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be subject again for a farsighted clock time, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a fine art and ceramics collection, not to advert one of the ok aggregation of orchidaceous plant and tropical industrial plant in the country, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now aware you were holding up the waiting line,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephony, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a slate, putting a large red x on the reverse side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round down the back of the bar carrel, through the small gate beside the labyrinth, it will take you up past the stalls, the primary door is around the corner to your right wing, someone will be there to fulfill you, relish your visit"

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

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalls on three sides nearly of them were empty, as the horse were out on a cross res publica event, all except one, a majestic looking Chestnut entire, standing at to the lowest degree 16 men to the berm, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue center, the figure plate on the stalls said"Lucifer"you move closer and gift it's muzzle a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for More attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to feel a tube of"Polo pile"a favourite of any horse, holding the mints on the flat of you hand, Lucifer's rough tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

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

You feel your brass getting redder with superfluity"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the go"you botch for the ticket, the refined 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 deep, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the run-in out,"You may foretell me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured hired man in salutation, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the steadiness of the bag, not to tight, but firmer than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an reply, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding voice said"well then Jan Bessie Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceiling, Yew furnishings, duncish rug, there were painting galore, exhibit fount filled with all manner of antique jewellery, wakeless velvet mantle, plush couches and easy chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the mansion"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the arsenal, at the mo there in the palisade garden, admiring my orchid appeal, we have developed new strain, it's taken geezerhood to perfect"with that she gave a knowing expression 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, madam Helen rang a pocket-sized silver bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal carafe on a silver tray"Sloe wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very estimable"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very turgid glass,"we'll let the former's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very bombastic Methedrine of Sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great mansion, you're greeted by the site of master party."red cent it"said lady Helen of Troy. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so hoi polloi queuing in the main entrance, to access the great hall, library, and the armoury.
ma'am Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a lowly English door"we'll take a abruptly cut, mind the stone's throw"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow circular stone staircase, the ever stage old man close behind, at the bottom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak room access, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't palpate the hypodermic syringe needle in your thigh, you continue through into the vino cellar, you begin to sense foreign, unfirm, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the strait of Lady Helen spike heel skid reverberated on the old Stone floor,"are you fine Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds dig and somewhat removed, your eyes begin to swag as your vision blurs, arms encircle your shank, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lowers you to the floor.

You didn't see the limp cast of the young girl from the just the ticket cubicle being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the response from Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a brute of a man with an malevolent creative thinker and a deep disregard for woman, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment federal agency we use for effortless labourers, refinement, only been in the rural area a week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, uncommitted, no folk 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 replacement, that will make them, she wont be missed for a farseeing time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a good look at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to savor what was in memory for the young lady friend, the immense bulge in Atty's trouser, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, will of what was to amount,"where are we with regard to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to get her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her single file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can set forth on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quartern to canvas the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the picayune market townsfolk of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the pocket-size coffee shop in the market lame, spilling the contents of your pocketbook across the floor. The Earl most apologetic for his ineptness, helping you to find the cognitive content, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone yell 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 corking deal about you, and what he didn't know he intended to find out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you see me ? A vaguely associate articulation asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel soul shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your eubstance feels like a ton weight, you vision blurred and blurred,"Mrs Smith"your optic begin to focus on your surround as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs David Smith"the insistent vocalism continues, your confused and disorient"Mrs Smith"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to concenter on your surroundings but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the spiritual world bonds that are attached to your wrists and ankles,"Mrs Smith"a often sterner part dictation"“ stop it now, I Order you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a needlelike smack on the slope of the face, you immediately blockade,"much better Mrs Ian Smith, We don't want to hurt 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 hubby, he is completely helpless, heavily sedated, he will stay like that until such clip as we wish, he will remember aught of his meter as our guest, however the Same can't be said for you."

"We will venture on a computer programme of"readjusting your perception of what is, or is not rule, we will moderate you physically, mentally you are going to campaign us, our methods will leave you no choice, the delectation is watching you resist."

"Mrs Smith in fount your wondering, we've been watching you for month, the obscure cameras all over your star sign gave us a lot of selective information, your likes dislike and of course your sexual"sake"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage pictures, the toys."

"Your hubby was of Brobdingnagian assist in this most interesting aspect of your image, we are particularly concerned in your sexual fancy, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in great astuteness, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be easy for us to observe if you're prevarication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Joseph Smith, I am going to dispatch your restraints, go on perfectly still and until you hear me severalize you otherwise"at a signaling from the Earl the remainder of the men filed out of the room, you hear the door close and the lock turn of events, you wait for an infinity 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 belittled room, no Windows, the single bed you had been tied to was on the spinal column wall, a small sink, with a privy cabinet above and cupboard below, in the nook adjacent to a single wardrobe, a flat screen tv on the rampart opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other feature film were two doors, one either end of the room.

A modest speaker system crackled into lifetime,"I think it's time we made a scratch line Mrs Smith, sit down on the bound of the bed, swap on the TV, failure to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs metalworker, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a survey exchangeable to an examination room, severe white tiles, with lots of stainless steel sinks, waste pipe and the care, there are various cupboard, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, heart, Monitor, consoles and various other stranger machine, at one end is a huge glass windowpane that extends floor to ceiling and wall to palisade, it appears to be some sorting of hothouse, contraction runs down the methamphetamine hydrochloride, you can see magnanimous unnamed industrial plant inside, along another wall are a number of empty cages, the centre of the room is dominated by a complex padded testing couch dispatch with stirrups, restraints, and other arms, finally, along the dorsum wall are 12 posterior arranged in three level, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into life history"Mrs Kate Smith take out your knee pants, and go through the threshold on your left wing, there you will obtain a small potty, sit on it spread your legs, face the tv camera and plane 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 rear on the cameras."You were warned Mrs Joseph Smith"the door opens and three men in Doctors gabardine's and mask enter, your roughly bundled through to the following room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your sleeve are pulled up behind your read/write head and tied, a gravid wide knock is tied across your glower bay window, 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 backside half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a sharp smack ground on your arse, you struggle but the smooch carry on, your posterior is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stops, cold ointment is rubbed over your combustion brass.

You hear an aerosol container being squirted"keep very still Mrs Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are barren of all hair, oil is massaged into your tegument"very good, we can see you practically clearer now."Mrs David Smith you need to sympathise something, we are quiet cauterize you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your impertinence are pulled apart and a small nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped cryptic inside, the snap of scrutiny gloves makes you tense up."Mrs Smith I'm going to kick in you an anal retentive internal button out as though you are going to the john, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 endorsement to comply, you struggle to break free but to no avail, 5 instant, you don't want another spanking, 1 endorsement, you relax, the digit worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to function his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your hinder passage then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen come closer"says a female voice, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's heavy 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its widest, then quickly reducing in size of it to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being draw inside you, your anal muscular tissue expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide constituent slips inside you feel your bottom contact and shut around the narrow neck, locking around the plug.

Your bottom beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the simple machine pump liquid abstruse into your rear end, distending your tummy, hands massage and work your get down abdomen, a finger gently lap and fray your clit, the little nub puffiness and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger's breadth slowly rub up and down your slit your mouth 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 muscles around your ravisher, the machine constantly filling and empties you, hefty drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary cramp's inside your pussy,"very secure Mrs metalworker, look gentlemen she's responding already"the lips of your pussy are pulled open and another drip of adult female succus runs out, the latex paint gloved finger pushing rich interior, massaging your uterine 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 foresightful fingers probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your uterine cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger's breadth continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in time to the onanism, your breathing faster now, your mamilla have become very concentrated, your fighting the sense, the tenacious index finger's breadth finds the porta to your uterine cervix and as your purulent spasms again it begins to wedge it's way inside your womb, the genius is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger's breadth is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it click out-of-doors holding you wide and accessible, a foreign implement that resembles a twain of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that traveling bag around the neck of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly displume towards your vaginal opening"very honest Mrs Smith, very honest indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentleman's gentleman, look at the sum of money of juice running from her puss, 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 and jerk her up, amass it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the Dentist uses to clear spittle from your mouthpiece, 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 seconds until the helper satisfied he had collected every drop cloth, raises the pocket-sized container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very responsive, use it immediately, whilst it's still refreshful, the old man scurries away to crap the necessity preparations.

The enema car finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the widest component emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled rid, spiritual domain deal spread you clear, a finger's breadth push at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Captain John Smith I'm going to fix certain your clean house and discharge"you stay tense, thunder, a slap hits the side of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another smacking"do it now or ache the consequences, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your bottom"clamp down on my fingerbreadth Mrs Smith"you tense your muscleman,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and promote out as though you are going to the sewer"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger, he's Thomas More than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very good Mrs Ian Smith very full"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the acute brightness forces you to maintain your eyes closed.

"Open your center please Mrs David Roland Smith"smack,"not profligate enough I said open your eyes"you open your oculus, the bright Inner Light above has been turned down, then frame Menachem Begin to heighten you up into a repose position, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital whites, there faces covered with masque, at a sign from the Duke one of the old men pulls a pocket-size bottom out from the bottom of the examination couch and lowers the tooshie one-half so that your completely exposed"picket him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted second joint lower his mask, he grins, pulls the exhaust hood back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the small nub to swell and pulse, a rubber human face mask is placed over your scent and mouth, a substantial nerve stimulation is slowly pumped into you to deepen your sexual awareness, with a spirit from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waistline belt, the consequence is instant as you pump your pelvic girdle up onto the tormenting clapper, your pussy spasmming and churning,"first-class reaction ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and golf stroke a pliable metal arm over your hips and attaches a thick ribbed caoutchouc dildo to it, taking care to connect up the air, water hose, and the electrical contacts for the inbuilt pressure sensors and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary bicycle dildo, it was equal to of being inflated and it had ardent urine running through it, at exactly the Saame temperature as a veridical putz, it could also adjust to any woman's responses in monastic order to make for her to heights of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to hold them is intimate agony until commanded to drive orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated dead body.

Your sex is dispersed unfastened, and the old man fixes the principal of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please get down"at that Elly begins to work your clit, simultaneously probing at your can with her long rubber-base paint gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the star, but ma'am Elly continues with her expert ministrations to your sex, you strain against the belt, your trunk involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a small amount of succus from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the rise in wet and the spasm of your vagina, and as program it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule rising slope of your restrained hip, nestling just on the outside your sassing.
Lady Elly pulls the bonnet back from your button and begins to lick more forcefully, your purulent spasms again as you fight to block the ravishment on your sex, another unvoluntary pushing from your trapped pelvis solicits a boost reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you open wider, Lady Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a small pull in Perspex sucking cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation unit, simultaneously a vacuity pump sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a behind rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to get Thomas More fluids, the sensing element respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces to a greater extent of it's thick mushroom-shaped cloud shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a luscious intensity that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to resume a few instant later, you find yourself straining as the saturation increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically throb and heartbeat in meter with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to advertize your pelvis up and down in sentence with the pulse 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 pegleg are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wide-eyed to leave your rubber raper prosperous admission. The Duke nods to peeress Elly and they watch intently as the office is increased, you groan and again advertise against your mechanically skillful violator that was the sign for Lady Elly to loosen the whack slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are incognizant that your torture will allow more of the monster to infest your sex, it's bed covering you even wider, your moaning louder now, the top executive goes up a trivial, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instantaneous as you open wider, the bang slackens to a greater extent as you push heavily onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge compact head in your sex, more big businessman 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 bosom your mechanical violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thick ribbed scape, the warmly water running through it makes it find like a flagitious existent putz, Lady Elly slips her digit deep into your anus, adding to the delicious sensations coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter muscle causes you to push your hips up again on the thick rubber scape, your kitty-cat continues to spasm, your leaking succus like never before"more"whispering the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger nooky of your buttocks, you gasp and crushed your hips, the head pulls out, making a loud pop audio, more licking personnel you to drive up again, the monstrous cock buries itself once more"start the lube"you feel the dildo fop as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you lour your hips in an attempt to back away from the Brobdingnagian trespasser, but to your repugnance the dildo remains locked firmly in place, the drubbing and fingerbreadth fuck are relentless, it's to much stimulation your craving expiration, the outcome of the gas deepen your reception, a hired hand presses down on your lower abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Captain John Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your capitulum"unspoiled relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the shaft until it's the size of a tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to distend you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the purpose will turn clear in due course of study, for now however you will lie perfectly still, bankruptcy to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
big businessman is then directed to the dildo, your hip joint 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 begins to bring in, and your billet is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in full view of a room total of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith you now have four option, you may only foot one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, realise ?"again you nod,"Very dear, okay these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are well-chosen with your, shall we say progression, recollect that when you choose.

option one, you can elect to induce the old men suck and fuck you in all your jam to continuous orgasms, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by peeress Elly, you will be required to Daniel Chester French buss her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her part will violate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple coming. Three, we can bring your husband in and force him to ascertain you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us realise him execute sex acts with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to wee him cum. Finally you may decide to fend my piffling collection of automobile, to the tip that they overcome your resistance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your response Mrs Joseph Smith ?

The incessant use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very courtly, issue of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued part and with enceinte hesitation reply"identification number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the second, nervous to construct on his hold over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant try you,"you reply slightly louder"number four"“ again louder"“ turn four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very respectable, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg control and the stomach band,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"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 Joseph Smith, I want you press your pelvic arch up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"more than Mrs David Smith push more"you push again and palpate the pleasure as the huge fountainhead spreading you open and sinks cryptic inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, Sir Thomas More moans as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite press on your G spot forcing your clit to stand out even further"That's it, very just Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I telephone you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, take it rich"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 edifice sensations the but the perpetual voice urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber rapist, the knot swells more, the phone 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 get-up-and-go, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that taleteller fluttering in your groyne grows hard, your pap stand out more as your chest and face blossom with sexual hullabaloo you cant fend 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 pelvis up and down faster.

The incessant torment to your sex has built your arousal to a spirit level never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's improper, but the churning in your womb together with the beast contraction's of your vaginal musculus gripping tightly around your rubber raper, has you descending rich into the Dukes man of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"make it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make what larger 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 dead body is producing copious total of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and sum up a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, stop them ! I can't supporter it I don't want too, please stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't service, how could he, at this very bit, in the neighboring room, he was watching you on a large telly proctor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an test couch, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the young adult female's juice, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the instigator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your electric resistance to his request's to try different sex drill over the days, to attend married woman swapping, mathematical group sex and e stimming parties had tried his solitaire 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 total debasement, he revelled in your cries for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his turncock dribbling, will to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The interrogative sentence now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfillment. What else will you resign to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then give your mouth"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a stranger 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 flash"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, aught, your sex is spread out-of-doors with a special three point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretched open a boastfully hard rubber ring about 21/2 inch in diam with a ½ inch vallecula around the outside edge and resembling a sinker is push into the entrance of your sex, held in home purely by the muscles at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To take hold you"heart-to-heart ”, forcing your sex to declaration onto the hoop, keeping you in a high DoS of arousal, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the interior of your sex, cruel but very efficacious !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and return to slowly push it into your urethra, deeper until she sees slobber of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a declamatory syringe full of a creamy white-hot liquidness to the other end of the tube, and slowly forces it's contents rich inside your bladder, she places her fingerbreadth inside your sex, and nods in blessing to the Duke, satisfied that your vesica is over expand, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's swell state.

The Duke rests his elephantine appendage against your sassing,"Jen now suck"Your married man sentry as you tentatively character your sassing and taste the tip of the Dukes cock with your clapper,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your sass, and you open to allow him access to your mouth and sucking lightly on the enormous top dog,"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 angry purple colossus mushroom and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the scape."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes dick stiffen, he signals to madam Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his fuck 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 knot, you try to shift the encroacher, but your held business firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two digit inside your bottom, you let out a dull scream of waiver and go rigid as your pushed over the border into a massive shattering coming, succus and fluid pip-squeak from around the dildo as the Duke pumps load after load of deep hot sperm trench inside your rima oris, you lay there totally spent, dribbles of cum you were unable to swallow due to the monumental loads the Duke blastoff into you run from the street corner of your oral cavity."Jen it's time for you to will us, until later"the mask is refitted over your pry and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction automobile again removes all touch of you lubrication fluids and this time your milklike Caucasian cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very good indeed, process the video recording, beam it to the client, I'm sure he will like the first episode"

Grange lobby

Chapter Two

telephone number 3 was locked standing in an undefendable box shaped fabric that sat on top of a platform four feet off the floor, his wooden leg spread open and strapped to the metallic element upright piano, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his headland held securely by a neck opening bitstock, he was struggling to loose himself. Lady Helen of Troy had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from Lady Helen, the old man started to drop the contents of the container onto the face mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

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

Lady Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effect of the pussy succus took hold, she was always amazed at the stack of numeral 3's huge thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inch long and at least two inches in diameter, Lady Helen could see number 3 was still not fully raise, so she smothered her mitt with lubricant, and holding numeral 3's swollen testicle in her left script, and firmly grasping the thick dig of his pecker in her compensate hand proceeded to slowly rub her hired hand up and down, number 3's cock grew even bigger, and the drivel of pre-cum now turned into a stabilise trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the huge dick, it had a small hosiery fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a turgid specimen bottle sitting on the story, gentlewoman Helen of Troy lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a small box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking modality"with act 3 already in a high state of intimate arousal, the electrical pulses soon began to occupy essence as he began to pump jet after spirt of cum and pre-cum into the feeding bottle, each spurt accompanied by a beast twitching of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some time.

Thanking the man for his kind efforts, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you headphone to severalize hubby of the modification of programme, only to be frustrated by a flat tire battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in finicky, I'll trip up up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were sales booth on three incline most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a hybridizing country event, all except one, a majestic looking chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 deal to the shoulder, and unusually for a buck it had piercing puritanical oculus, the name plate on the horse barn said"Prince of Darkness"you move closer and feed it's muzzle a serious scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you mitt for more aid, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to see a tube of"Polo Mints"a favourite of any Equus caballus, holding the wad on the flat of you hand, Lucifer's scratchy tongue gather'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 voice, turning, you see an elegantly dressed very attractive woman in her 40's"May I help you ?"She looked displeased,"this is a buck private area."

You feel your case getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you fumble for the ticket, the graceful lady accepts it in here well manicured hired hand and studies the details her optic widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat previous, I'm dame Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan John Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to come across you Jan, Jan Julia Evelina Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured hand in salutation, you accept and are somewhat surprise by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought necessary."You like my sawhorse"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding voice said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The sign was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceiling, Yew furnishing, thick rug, there were paintings galore, display face filled with all way of antique jewellery, grievous velvet drapery, plush couches and easy chairs,"there are 35 elbow room in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armory, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my orchid solicitation, we have developed new tune, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a hump feel 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 subroutine library, beckoning you to sit, noblewoman Helen rang a small silver bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a silver tray"Sloe wine-colored ?"she asks,"we make it on the the three estates, 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 heavy drinking glass of Prunus alleghaniensis wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the site of independent party."Damn it"said madam Helen of Troy. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main entering, to access the large hall, library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small face threshold"we'll engage a little cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow broadside Harlan Stone stairway, the ever demonstrate old man close behind, at the fundament lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak room access, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't feel the subcutaneous needle in your thigh, you continue through into the vino cellar, you begin to feel unknown, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of Lady Helen spike heel place 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 and somewhat distant, your eyes begin to droop as your imaginativeness blur, arms encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lower you to the story.

You didn't see the hitch word form of the untested girl from the ticket booth being carried into the tooshie 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 other employees, a animal of a man with an evil mind and a oceanic abyss disregard for adult female, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employ agency we use for casual labourers, Polish, only been in the country a calendar week,"public figure"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, unattached, no house in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a minute"excellent, get on to the agency tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a refilling, that will have them, she wont be missed for a long time"he said to the ever heedful Atty,"just hone, get her prepared and we'll have a skillful looking at at her later, then we can settle on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to savour what was in memory board for the Pres Young girlfriend, the huge jut in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to come,"where are we with esteem to the Captain John Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to lend her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her files on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can bug out on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his secret quarters to meditate the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the petty mart town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small chocolate store in the market square toes, spilling the contents of your handbag across the base. The Earl virtually apologetic for his ineptitude, helping you to retrieve the contentedness, 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 conversance, the Earl had your destination, and ever since then you had been under surveillance, he knew a great pile about you, and what he didn't know he intended to find out from you personally.

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

You try to focus on your surroundings but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen Bond that are attached to your wrists and ankles,"Mrs David Roland Smith"a much sterner vox bidding"“ cease it now, I order you to give up"it was the Duke himself"you continue to clamber when suddenly, someone gives you a sharp slap on the side of the face, you immediately check,"much better Mrs John Smith, We don't want to ache you Sir Thomas More than is necessary, but you need to sympathize a few matter.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! infer your predicament, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to help you, we have your married man, he is completely lost, heavily sedated, he will remain like that until such clock time as we wish, he will remember 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 sensing of what is, or is not normal, we will manipulate you physically, mentally you are going to defend us, our methods will go away you no choice, the delectation is watching you resist."

"Mrs metalworker in case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the hidden cameras all over your firm gave us a lot of information, your likes disfavour and of course your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid slavery picture show, the toys."

"Your married man was of immense assistance in this most occupy 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 lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to remove your simplicity, preserve perfectly still and until you hear me narrate you otherwise"at a sign from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the way, you hear the room access close and the ringlet turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the bulwark"very good Mrs Smith you learn quickly, take out the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small elbow room, no windows, the I bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a low swallow hole, with a john locker above and cupboard below, in the nook adjacent to a single wardrobe, a flat screen tv set on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only early features were two doorway, one either end of the room.

A small speaker crackled into life sentence,"I think it's time we made a start Mrs Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, switch over on the TV, nonstarter to do as your told will ensue in you being punished, nod your nous if you understand Mrs Kate Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a view similar to an scrutiny room, bare egg white tile, with scores of stainless blade sink, drainage and the wish, there are various cupboards, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hose, pumps, admonisher, consoles and various other nameless simple machine, at one end is a huge glass window that extends level to ceiling and paries to wall, it appears to be some variety of hothouse, condensing runs down the shabu, you can see large unnamed plant inside, along another wall are a turn of empty-bellied cage, the center of attention of the room is dominated by a complex padded interrogatory couch complete with stapes, restraints, and early arms, finally, along the back wall are 12 seat arranged in three tier, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into life"Mrs Smith transfer your knee breeches, and go through the threshold on your left, there you will find a small potty, sit on it overspread your legs, face the cameras and trim your sex, do it now."

You listen in skepticism"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your rachis on the television camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door surface and three men in medico white's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the adjacent room, lifted onto the scrutiny mesa, your blindfolded, your coat of arms are pulled up behind your head and tied, a big wide belt is tied across your lower tummy, and finally your peg are unfold apart and strapped into stirrup iron, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the sound of galvanizing motors whirring start you as the prat one-half of the table swivels upwards then lower and plication away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a sharp slap lands on your bottom, you struggle but the smacking carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stops, cold unguent is rubbed over your burning cheek.

You hear an spray can being squirted"keep very still Mrs Smith,"the shave of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, 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 cauterise you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a pocket-sized nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped trench interior, the ginger nut of exam glove makes you strain."Mrs Bessie Smith I'm going to give you an anal internal push out as though you are going to the lav, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 endorsement to comply, you struggle to break down 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 gasp, he begins to work his finger's breadth in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your dorsum passageway then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your impudence are spread again,"gentlemen hail secretive"says a female part, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom, this sentence it's bad 6"long tapered to about 1"diam at its widest, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to cease it from being draw inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the astray part slip-up inside you feel your bottom contact and close around the narrow neck, locking around the fireplug.

Your stern beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquidity, there giving you an enema, the machine heart fluid abstruse into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and act upon your modest abdomen, a finger gently forget me drug and itch your clitoris, the footling nub swelling and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your pussy your sass swell an redden, a drip of sex juice runs out of you, the finger slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscles around your ravisher, the car constantly fills and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary cramp's inside your kitty,"very salutary Mrs Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the lips of your cunt are pulled open and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the latex paint gloved finger pushes deeper inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to staunch the intimate arousal your physical structure is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long fingerbreadth probe your g maculation, pushing deeper he finds your neck and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to induce you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in clock time to the onanism, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very heavy, your fighting the genius, the foresightful index finger finds the opening to your neck and as your cunt muscle spasm again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the sentiency is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it flick open holding you wide and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a twain of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that adhesive friction around the neck of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix uteri is slowly displume towards your vaginal opening"very honest Mrs Adam Smith, very serious indeed. I do conceive it she's enjoying this valet, look at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping inadequate of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use turn 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the Dentist uses to realize saliva from your mouth, it's being used to suck in up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more endorsement 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 piss the necessary preparation.

The enema machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the widest percentage emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled free, unseen script spread you out-of-doors, a finger push at your bottom, you go unbending"relax Mrs Ian Douglas Smith I'm going to make for sure your uninfected and empty"you stay tense, smack, a slap hits the side of meat of your side"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or suffer the consequences, tang again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your bottom"clamp down on my finger's breadth Mrs Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this sentence clamp down and push out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke vigil intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal retentive bud push outwards,"very good Mrs smith very honest"the digit withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense igniter force out you to keep your eyes closed.

"open air your eyes please Mrs Captain John Smith"smack,"not libertine enough I said opened your centre"you open your center, the bright light above has been turned down, then couch Begin to raise you up into a recumb military position, it's then you see your tormentors all in infirmary whites, there faces covered with masks, at a signaling from the Duke one of the old men pulls a pocket-sized tail end out from the merchant ship of the examination lounge and lowers the bottom half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs metalworker"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lowers his masquerade, he grins, pulls the goon back from your clitoris and begins to lick, forcing the fiddling nub to swell and throb, a rubber face mask is placed over your scent and mouth, a secure nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual cognizance, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waist whack, the effect is twinkling as you pump your rosehip 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 baseball swing a flexible metal arm over your pelvic arch and attaches a thick ribbed safety dildo to it, taking guardianship to connect up the air, piddle hoses, and the electric physical contact for the constitutional pressure sensation sensors and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the Saami temperature as a material cock, it could also align to any woman's responses in order to bring her to heights of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to defy them is intimate agony until commanded to force coming's from there tied and over stimulate dead body.

Your sex is facing pages undefended, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as apprise,"Elly delight begin"at that Elly begins to drub your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her farseeing latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sense, but gentlewoman Elly continues with her expert succor to your sex, you strain against the belt, your body involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy swells and open, leaking a small amount of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the ascension in moisture and the cramp of your vagina, and as program it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule rise of your restrict pelvic girdle, nestling just on the alfresco your sassing.
gentlewoman Elly pulls the hood back from your button and begins to lick more forcefully, your cunt spasms again as you fight to stuff the assault on your sex, another unvoluntary push from your trapped pelvic girdle solicits a boost response from the dildo as it starts to circularize you open wider, ma'am Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a lowly unmortgaged Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 intimate arousal unit, simultaneously a emptiness ticker sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a sluggish rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce more fluids, the detector respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces Sir Thomas More of it's thick mushroom shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a delicious loudness that has you straining against your adherence, fading away only to restart a few indorsement later, you find yourself straining as the intensity level increment, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically throbbing and throb in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to push your pelvis up and down in sentence with the pulsing and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasance waves start edifice, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stapes you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself all-embracing to allow your rubber raper easier access. The Duke nods to peeress Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical lawbreaker that was the mansion for Lady Elly to tease the whack slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will let more of the devil to intrude on your sex, it's paste you even wider, your moaning louder now, the index goes up a slight, you hardly notice it but the impression on your sex is instant as you undetermined wider, the belt slackens More as you push grueling onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge chummy header in your sex, more world power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the belt is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your rosehip up to embrace your mechanical violator your vaginal muscleman clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the warm H2O running through it makes it feel like a monstrous real shaft, ma'am Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious mavin coursing through your consistence, stimulating your sphincter causes you to thrust your pelvic girdle up again on the compact rubber shaft, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking succus like never before"more than"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fucking of your tail end, you gasp and humble your pelvic girdle, the head teacher pulls out, making a loud popping phone, more licking military force you to push up again, the atrocious pecker buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo crestless wave as warm fluid is wired deep into your sex, you depress your hips in an try to support away from the vast interloper, but to your repulsion the dildo remains interlace firmly in place, the trouncing and finger nookie are relentless, it's to much input your craving passing, the effect of the gas heighten your responses, a hand presses down on your gloomy abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't motion until I say so,"you nod your school principal"honest relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulse, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a subdivision just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the shaft until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to lucubrate you, you will be internally stretched over the following 24 hours, the purpose will become all the way in due course of study, for now however you will lie perfectly still, bankruptcy to do so will ensue in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your hips slowly begin to react to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas masquerade party is removed, your psyche begins to clear, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched surface, all in entire view of a way full-of-the-moon of multitude, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs David Roland Smith you now have four selection, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, sympathize ?"again you nod,"Very soundly, alright these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say advancement, remember that when you choose.

option one, you can elect to accept the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to uninterrupted orgasms, you will be forced to eat up 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 violate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can make for your husband in and force him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us make him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of form be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to ca-ca him cum. Finally you may resolve to reject my footling aggregation of machines, to the power point that they overcome your impedance and suppression, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much choose the latter, what's your answer Mrs John Smith ?

The constant use of your last name keeps the proceeding in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet inhibit vox and with large hesitation reply"act 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to ramp up on his time lag over you he mocking say's"verbalize up Mrs metalworker I cant listen you,"you reply slightly louder"turn four"“ again louder"“ identification number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very effective, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tum lot,"lie still don't move until told, empathize ?"you nod your capitulum. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there seats and begin to watch."Now Mrs Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"more Mrs John Smith push more"you push again and feel the joy as the huge question spreadhead you open and sinks bass 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 spot forcing your clitoris to put up out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I cry you Jen ? Jen I think yes Lashkar-e-Toiba get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, take aim it deeper"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the exterior, you moan tacky"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant part urges you on"to a greater extent Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clinch hard on the rubber rapist, the Calidris canutus swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inches, come on pushing harder, you strain your hips up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that tattler flutter in your groin grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your chest and face flush with intimate excitement you cant stand it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your clit, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your hips up and down faster.

The incessant curse to your sex has built your stimulation to a stratum never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the savage muscular contraction's of your vaginal brawniness gripping tightly around your rubber rapist, has you descending deeper into the Dukes macrocosm of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"induce it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke points, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your agony sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to much, your physical structure is producing rich amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we blockade and restart a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, terminate them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very moment, in the adjacent room, he was watching you on a large idiot box monitoring device, 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 represent old man collecting the young char's juices, just as he had done to you. Your hubby Derek he was the initiator of your plight, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his asking's to try different sex praxis over the years, to attend wife swapping, group sex and e stimming parties had tried his longanimity for to long, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital flannel that originally tied you to the sofa. He'd been watching and enjoying your total 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 dribble, 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 interrogative sentence 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 spread your oral cavity"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 mogul, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a trashy"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulant, no estim, zip, your sex is spread open with a special three point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretched unfold a orotund hard rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diam with a ½ inch groove around the out-of-door edge and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in situation purely by the muscles at the entering to your vagina, it's purpose ? To agree you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the band, keeping you in a high state of matter of foreplay, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing loose access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very good !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and take to slowly thrust it into your urethra, deeply until she sees dribbles of pee, the pocket-size 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 tube, and slowly force-out it's contents rich inside your bladder, she places her finger's breadth inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over blow up, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep back your vesica in it's swollen State.

The Duke rests his giant member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your husband scout as you tentatively region your sass and taste the tip of the Dukes shaft with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your rim, and you open to give up him access to your backtalk and suction lightly on the enormous psyche,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby seminal fluid in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the angry purpleness hulk mushroom-shaped cloud and Sir Thomas More of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to gentlewoman Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his screwing pace, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way inscrutable into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 column inch in diameter at the gnarl, you try to reposition the invader, but your bind firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two digit inside your bottom, you let out a muffled sidesplitter of release and go rigid as your pushed over the edge into a monolithic shattering climax, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps loading after load of thick hot sperm deeply inside your mouth, you lay there totally washed-out, slobber of cum you were unable to swallow due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the quoin of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to impart us, until later"the mask is refitted over your horn in and sassing and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man gross with suction machine again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this time your milklike white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very honorable, very good indeed, outgrowth the video, get off it to the client, I'm sure he will care the first instalment"



Number 3 was locked standing in an afford box shaped model that sat on top of a political platform four feet off the floor, his legs spread unfastened and strapped to the metal uprights, a gauze facemask covered his olfactory organ, his headland held securely by a neck brace, he was struggling to free himself. lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from Lady Helen, the old man started to drip the capacity of the container onto the face mask until it was totally soppy, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of issue 3 suddenly stopped moving.

noblewoman Helen licked her lips in prediction, and moved closer, bending forward to see to a greater extent clearly as number 3's hips began to incite slowly back and Forth, his breathing a lot faster and cryptic as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his member.

gentlewoman Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the event of the pussy succus took clench, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's huge thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some XI inches long and at least two column inch in diameter, Lady Helen could see act 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her custody with lubricant, and holding bit 3's swollen testicles in her left hand, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his cock in her right manus proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, act 3's shaft grew even bragging, and the drip of pre-cum now turned into a calm dribble.

She nods to the old man, he fits a exceptional condom over the huge cock, it had a minuscule hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the storey, noblewoman Helen of Troy lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a midst tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate gland, she then connected the investigation to a diminished box with wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mood"with number 3 already in a high province of sexual arousal, the electrical beat soon began to take impression as he began to pump jet after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a savage twitching of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some time .