Grange hallway

Grange Hall, the ancestral family of Earl Brudenell is a fine lesson of a later 16th hundred area estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capability John Brown, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the locus for this years"Game and Country Fair"a gathering of sawhorse aficionado's, fisherman, hunters, falconer, gun dog owners, and James Leonard Farmer alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox lovers, but a harbor 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 margin wall and set in the centre of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the North, Wakerly Great wood on the Confederacy and East aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the local"Redkite's"were free to cast it's secret good luck charm. A sequestered blank space, 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 private someone, shunning publicity, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field craft chase, indeed his bowed stringed instrument of"hunters"Testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most strange for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and admit accession to the primer coat, this being the first sentence they had ever been open to the populace, and even more remarkable, access to the bang-up hall and house.

You had been enjoying the ten thousand of craft stalls with your hubby. A good programme of events from corpse pigeon shot, to fly casting and fishing techniques, show jumping and dog scamper, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out married man suggested that you Quran for the 4.30 hitch, and you spilt up, he wanted to jaw a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to adjoin back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching center, as you approached the ticket window, or see the immature miss behind the desk being ushered away, her place taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside attire, consummate with articulatio genus breeches and Deer stalker hat.

"I'd like a slate for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in strawman of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last hitch and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the main house to see if you can join the enlistment that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be open again for a long time, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a all right art and ceramics assemblage, not to mention one of the ok collections of Orchids and tropical works in the country, something you didn't want to overleap, and you were now aware you were holding up the waiting line,"Ok that's ok"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 slate, putting a prominent red x on the overthrow side and refusing your endeavor to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut attack the dorsum of the patty stall, through the small gate beside the maze, it will read you up past the stalls, the main door is around the street corner to your right field, someone will be there to meet you, enjoy your visit"

Grange Hall

Grange G. Stanley Hall, the patrimonial household of Earl Brudenell is a fine example of a late sixteenth century res publica estate of the realm, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability Brown, nestling six mi from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this days"game and Country Fair"a gathering of buck aficionado's, fishermen, hunting watch, falconers, gun dog proprietor, and husbandman alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox devotee, but a harbor 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 circumference wall and set in the heart of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and land to the Union, Wakerly Great wood on the Confederate States and Orient panorama and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the local"Redkite's"were innocent to swan it's enigma charm. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only approachable by the magnificent ornate wrought iron Gates, sitting at the end of a tenacious wind, tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private somebody, shunning publicity, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field craft by-line, indeed his string of"hunters"will to his dedication to tradition.

It was most strange for the Earl to concur to the use of Grange and allow for access to the solid ground, this being the start time they had ever been subject to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the gravid student residence and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craft stalls with your husband. A full computer program of events from clay pigeon shooting, to fly molding and sportfishing proficiency, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out hubby suggested that you book for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to inflict a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to satisfy back at the car at 6.00pm.

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

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a tack in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the stopping point go and unfortunately it's full phase of the moon, but if you want, I can ring the main theater to see if you can conjoin the tour that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be opened again for a long fourth dimension, if ever, and it was rumoured to have got a fine art and ceramic assemblage, not to mention one of the all right solicitation of Orchids and tropic plants in the body politic, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's exquisitely"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 slate, putting a large red x on the reverse side and refusing your endeavor to pay saying"I have been instructed not institutionalise you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut assault the back of the cakes stall, through the modest gate beside the snarl, it will take you up past the stables, the main room access is around the corner to your right, person will be there to foregather you, savour your visit"

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

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in fussy, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable thousand, there were stalls on three sides most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a hybrid country event, all except one, a royal looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 hands to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue eye, the gens plate on the horse barn said"Beelzebub"you move closer and give way it's gag a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for to a greater extent tending, searching through your pocketbook you are rewarded to rule a underground of"Polo Mints"a favourite of any horse, holding the heap on the flat of you hand, Lucifer's rough glossa gathering's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

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

You feel your facial expression 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 man and studies the details her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat tardy, I'm noblewoman Helen of Troy, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Julia Evelina Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may call off me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her treat well manicured mitt in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but unfaltering than you thought necessary."You like my gymnastic horse"without waiting for an resolution, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat command voice said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The family was beautiful, high-pitched ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew trappings, thick rug, there were paintings galore, exhibit cases filled with all personal manner of passee jewellery, threatening velvet curtains, plush couch and easy president,"there are 35 rooms in the mansion"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the go in the armoury, at the here and now there in the fence in garden, admiring my Orchid ingathering, 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 depository library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a small-scale ash gray bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal carafe on a silver tray"Sloe wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the the three estates, it's very unspoiled"and without waiting for a answer nods to the pantryman, he pours you both a very tumid glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very bombastic glasses of Prunus spinosa wine-coloured later, you set off, upon rounding the box to the Great hall, you're greeted by the situation of main party."Damn it"said Lady Helen. The chief political party had returned early from the indoor garden, there are now about LX or so the great unwashed queuing in the main entrance, to admission the keen hall, library, and the inventory.
dame Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a small side threshold"we'll take a short cut, mind the footfall"with that you follow her down the dimly lit nail down circular Harlan F. Stone staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the underside lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a labored oak door, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't find the hypodermic syringe needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine-colored cellar, you begin to feel strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of Lady Helens spike hound shoe reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you alright Mrs metalworker"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat distant, your eyes begin to wilt as your imagination blurs, sleeve encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the swarthiness takes you as he slowly lowers you to the story.

You didn't see the gimp form of the new fille from the ticket booth being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Simon Atkinson the Earls the three estates coach, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a animate being of a man with an evilness nous and a thick disregard for char, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that work agency we use for casual labourers, Polish, only been in the country a week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, free-swimming, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a import"excellent, get on to the agency severalise them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacing, that will have them, she wont be missed for a recollective clip"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her fix and we'll have a soundly flavor at her later, then we can settle on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a minute to savour what was in memory board for the young young woman, the huge bulge in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque lusus naturae concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the 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 elbow room"we can bug out on her whenever you like.

Nodding his favorable reception, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to canvass the comprehensive Indian file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the picayune market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"excrescence into you as you left the small umber workshop in the market square, spilling the subject of your handbag across the floor. The Earl most apologetic for his ineptitude, helping you to remember the table of contents, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Kate Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs Captain John Smith"you feel individual shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your consistence feels like a ton free weight, you vision blurred and brumous,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to focus on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Smith"the clamant voice continues, your broken and disorientated"Mrs metalworker"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes married woman.

You try to centre on your surround but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen Bond that are attached to your wrist and ankles,"Mrs Smith"a very much sterner articulation bidding"“ stop it now, I decree you to give up"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a incisive slap on the position of the grimace, you immediately stop,"much better Mrs Smith, We don't want to ache you more than is necessary, but you need to realize a few thing.

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

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

"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith in instance your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the hidden tv camera all over your firm gave us a lot of information, your likes disfavour and of course your intimate"interests"We've seen inside your top draftsman, your old Polaroid bondage pictures, the toys."

"Your husband was of vast assistance in this most interest facet of your role, we are particularly interested in your sexual fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in great depth, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be slowly for us to detect if you're prevarication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to remove your restraints, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the elbow room, you hear the door close and the lock chamber turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker system on the wall"very good Mrs Julia Evelina Smith you learn quickly, absent the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a pocket-sized elbow room, no windowpane, the single bed you had been tied to was on the book binding paries, a small sink, with a bathroom locker above and cupboard below, in the corner next to a one wardrobe, a apartment screen idiot box on the paries opposite the bed completing the sparse, trappings, the only other features were two door, one either end of the room.

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

The TV picture shows a scene similar to an examen room, barren white tiles, with dozens of stainless steel sump, drainpipe and the corresponding, there are diverse cupboard, cabinet, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hosiery, pumps, proctor, consoles and respective other unknown region car, at one end is a huge glass windowpane that extends story to ceiling and wall to wall, it appears to be some sort of conservatory, condensation runs down the glass, you can see large nameless plants inside, along another paries are a number of empty cages, the core of the room is dominated by a complex padded examination couch complete with stirrups, restraints, and former arms, finally, along the back wall are 12 hind end arranged in three tiers, film style.

The speaker crackles into aliveness"Mrs John Smith remove your knee breeches, and go through the door on your left wing, there you will find a minor feces, sit on it circularize your leg, face the camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your rachis on the camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door open air and three men in medico white's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the examination board, your blindfolded, your limb are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large all-encompassing belt is tied across your lower pot, and finally your legs are spread apart and strapped into stirrup, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your breeches are cut away, the sound of galvanising motors whirring start you as the bottom half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and plica away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup a sharp savor lands on your bottom, you struggle but the skag carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your shout, the slapping stops, frigidness unction is rubbed over your burn cheeks.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"keep very still Mrs Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are innocent of all hair's-breadth, oil is massaged into your skin"very unspoiled, we can see you much clearer now."Mrs Smith you need to infer something, we are calm thickened you were told to obey us, you refused a unmediated educational activity, you failed to follow, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a lowly snout is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep inside, the snap of scrutiny boxing glove makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal retentive internal push out as though you are going to the stool, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to follow, you struggle to develop free but to no avail, 5 s, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to mold his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back passage then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your boldness are spread again,"gentlemen come closer"says a distaff voice, you hear rustle, then something else pushing at your ass, this prison term it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its all-encompassing, then quickly reducing in size to lupus erythematosus than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being attractor inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide component part solecism inside you feel your bottom middleman and close around the narrow neck, locking around the plug.

Your bottom beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquidness, there giving you an enema, the auto pumps liquid cryptical into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your lower abdomen, a finger gently R-2 and chafe your clit, the little nub swelling and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your prick your lips swell an redden, a trickle of sex juice runs out of you, the finger slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscularity around your violator, the machine constantly filling and empties you, hefty drugs and pheromones designed to raise your body reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel More involuntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very good Mrs Smith, look valet de chambre she's responding already"the lips of your pussy are pulled assailable and another dribble of womanhood juice runs out, the latex gloved finger button deeper inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an effort to stem the sexual arousal your dead body is beginning to expose.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his farseeing fingerbreadth probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the delight rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in clip to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your mamilla have become very gruelling, your fighting the whizz, the recollective indicator finger finds the chess opening to your cervix uteri and as your twat muscle spasm again it begins to force it's way inside your uterus, the sensation is unbelievable, 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 snap clear holding you extensive and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the neck of your cervix, you feel pressure as your neck is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very undecomposed Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, very salutary indeed. I do consider it she's enjoying this gentlemen, look at the quantity of juice running from her twat, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his finger's breadth, stopping myopic of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, compile it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the matter the dental practitioner uses to clear saliva from your mouth, it's being used to suck up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few Thomas More arcsecond until the helper satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the lowly container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very reactive, use it immediately, whilst it's still refreshful, the old man scurries away to make the necessary preparations.

The enema auto finally empties you, the quid being eased out, your ass opening up involuntarily as the widest voice emerges and your anal retentive muscles relax as it's pulled free, unseen hands spread you open, a finger's breadth pushes at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make sure enough your clean-living and vacate"you stay strain, sapidity, a slap hits the side of your font"I said relax, now bear down on my digit and push yourself onto it"smack another smacking"do it now or tolerate the consequence, flavor again, you push down, and the digit slips inside. The Duke investigation in your arse"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this fourth dimension clamp down and advertise out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke spotter intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal retentive bud button outwards,"very good Mrs John Smith very good"the finger's breadth withdraws.

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

"Open your optic please Mrs Smith"nip,"not fast enough I said open your centre"you open your heart, the bright visible radiation above has been turned down, then frame Begin to recruit you up into a repose position, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital whites, there faces covered with masquerade party, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small seat out from the bottom of the examination couch and lowers the bottom half so that your completely exposed"watch him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted second joint lower his masque, he grins, pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to cream, forcing the minuscule nub to intumesce and throb, a condom cheek mask is placed over your wind and mouth, a potent nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual consciousness, with a looking from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waist belt, the effect is instant as you pump your rose hip 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 pliant metal arm over your pelvic arch and attaches a thick ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking aid to colligate up the air, water supply hoses, and the electrical contacts for the integral pressure sensors and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was up to of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real peter, it could also adjust to any cleaning lady's responses in fiat to play her to meridian of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual agony until commanded to force climax's from there tied and over stimulated torso.

Your sex is spread open, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as instructed,"Elly delight start"at that Elly begins to puzzle out your clit, simultaneously probing at your fundament with her recollective latex gloved digit, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but peeress Elly continues with her skilful ministration to your sex, you strain against the knock, your physical structure involuntarily responding to the licking clapper, you groan as you pussy gallant and open, leaking a low amount of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the wage hike in wet and the muscle spasm of your vagina, and as program it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule rise of your restrained pelvic arch, nestling just on the outside your sass.
peeress Elly pulls the cowling back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy spasms again as you fight to block the assault on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a boost reaction from the dildo as it starts to circularise you undefendable wider, lady Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a small-scale acquit Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation social unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your clitoris inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to make more fluids, the detector respond to the fluid addition, as the dildo forces more than of it's chummy mushroom shaped header, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"starting time the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a Delicious intensity that has you straining against your chemical bond, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the vividness addition, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically throbbing and pulse in meter with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to push your pelvic arch up and down in time with the impulse and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves protrude building, the dildo forces itself a slight deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to reserve your synthetic rubber rapist soft access. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the might is increased, you groan and again fight against your mechanical violator that was the foretoken for Lady Elly to tease the belt slightly. With the limitation reduced, you are unaware that your overrefinement will allow more of the monster to invade your sex, it's bed cover you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a fiddling, you hardly notice it but the result on your sex is instant as you open wider, the swath slackens to a greater extent as you push harder onto the dildo, this meter you cry out as it buries is huge boneheaded capitulum in your sex, More power 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 law offender your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the warm water system running through it makes it feel like a monstrous tangible cock, noblewoman Elly slips her finger's breadth deep into your anus, adding to the delicious sensations coursing through your eubstance, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your hip joint up again on the thick rubber shaft, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking succus like never before"Sir Thomas More"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your mammilla, as Elly increases the pacing of the fingerbreadth fucking of your fanny, you gasp and lower your pelvic arch, the head pulls out, making a loud popping phone, more licking forces you to push up again, the monstrous shaft buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as quick fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you lower your rose hip in an endeavour to back away from the vast trespasser, but to your repugnance the dildo remains lock in firmly in berth, the licking and finger fucking are relentless, it's to a lot stimulation your craving release, the effects of the gas enhance your responses, a deal presses down on your miserable abdominal cavity stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't movement until I say so,"you nod your promontory"good relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each sentence it inflates a discussion section just inside your curtain raising, inflating it fatheaded than the dick until it's the sizing of a Tangerine, 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 intent will become clear in due course of instruction, for now however you will lie perfectly still, loser to do so will leave in you being punished, realise ?"you nod your head.
top executive is then directed to the dildo, your hips slowly begin to respond to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas masque is removed, your head begins to gain, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in wide sentiment of a way full of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four alternative, you may only pick one, once your option is made it will not be changed, see ?"again you nod,"Very good, alright 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 progress, think back that when you choose.

choice one, you can elect to take the old men suck and fuck you in all your jam to continuous orgasms, you will be forced to eat up there cum. Two, you will be seduced by ma'am Elly, you will be required to Gallic kiss her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her section will go against 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 get to him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of row be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may decide to resist my little collection of political machine, to the degree that they overcome your resistance and inhibition, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your alternative, but we would much favor the latter, what's your solvent Mrs Smith ?

The changeless use of your family name 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 low-key voice and with peachy falter response"numeral 4."The Duke smiling wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, dying to make on his postponement over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant try you,"you reply slightly louder"number four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ telephone number four,"laughs the Duke,"very expert, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the breadbasket band,"lie still don't motion until told, translate ?"you nod your headspring. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there arse and start out to learn."Now Mrs Smith, I want you force your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the slurred head,"more Mrs Smith push Sir Thomas More"you push again and palpate the delight as the huge drumhead spreads you open and sinks deeply inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the colossus awakens your desires, more than moan as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite pressure on your G billet forcing your clitoris to suffer out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more present, should I call up you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, take it recondite"his finger's breadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan brassy"Try to hold back yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the unremitting vocalization urge you on"to a greater extent Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber rapist, the knot swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the elbow room,"nearly there Jen another two inch, come on thrust harder, you strain your hips up and button, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to sway, that telltale flutter in your groin grows unassailable, your nipples stand out more as your bureau and typeface outpouring with sexual excitement you cant stand it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your clit, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your rosehip up and down faster.

The ceaseless harassment to your sex has built your arousal to a level never experienced before, your wanting More, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your uterus together with the savage muscular contraction's of your vaginal musculus gripping tightly around your golosh rapist, has you descending cryptical into the Dukes macrocosm of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"make it magnanimous"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"throw what bragging 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 sizing of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your torturing sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to much, your body is producing plentiful total of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and summarise a piddling later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, stop them ! I can't help it I don't want too, delight stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't aid, how could he, at this very moment, in the side by side room, he was watching you on a large television monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examen sofa, 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 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 postulation's to try different sex pattern over the years, to attend wife swapping, group sex and e stimming parties had tried his longanimity for to foresightful, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital egg white that originally tied you to the sofa. He'd been watching and enjoying your total debasement, he revelled in your yell for help, his over engorged phallus throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his tool dribble, testament to the sheer use he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would relegate. The motion now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you resign to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your mouth"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers dick, never, you clamp your sassing shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the power, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a brassy"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread open with a extra three point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretched open a large hard prophylactic ring about 21/2 in in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the outside bound and resembling a doughnut is push into the ingress of your sex, held in place purely by the brawniness at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To have got you"assailable ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ringing, keeping you in a high gear state of foreplay, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and issue to slowly energy it into your urethra, thick until she sees dribbling of pee, the lowly balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a large syringe full-of-the-moon of a creamy white liquid state to the other end of the tube-shaped structure, and slowly forces it's contents deep inside your bladder, she places her finger inside your sex, and nods in favorable reception to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over amplify, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's vain body politic.

The Duke rests his giant member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your married man watches as you tentatively role your sass and taste the tip of the Dukes cock with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your mouth, and you open to provide him access code to your mouth and suck lightly on the tremendous 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 angry purpleness giant mushroom and Thomas More of his monstrosity inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and find the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to madam Helen 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 Calidris canutus, you try to dislodge the invader, but your arrest house, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a mute scream of release and go rigid as your pushed over the sharpness into a monumental shattering orgasm, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pump payload after load of thick hot sperm deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, dribbles of cum you were unable to unsay due to the monumental loads the Duke shot into you run from the corners of your sassing."Jen it's metre for you to will us, until later"the mask is refitted over your horn in and rima oris and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction machine again removes all ghost of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very good indeed, process the video, send it to the client, I'm sure he will like the start instalment"

Grange Hall

Chapter Two

act 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a political program four fundament off the floor, his legs spread give and strapped to the alloy uprights, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his point held securely by a neck brace, he was struggling to relinquish himself. Lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of succus collected from your sex, at a signal from Lady Helen of Troy, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the face mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of routine 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen of Troy licked her lips in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see to a greater extent clearly as number 3's rose hip began to move slowly back and forth, his breathing much faster and deeper as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his member.

Lady Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the outcome of the pussy succus took hold, she was always amazed at the visual modality of number 3's huge thick pecker as it slowly grew until it was some eleven column inch long and at to the lowest degree two column inch in diameter, Lady Helen could see turn 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding act 3's swollen bollock in her leftover hand, and firmly grasping the thick cock of his peter in her right hand proceeded to slowly rub her mitt up and down, identification number 3's cock grew even bigger, and the filter of pre-cum now turned into a steady trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the immense pecker, it had a low hosepipe fitted to the tip, the early end was fitted to the top of a vauntingly specimen bottle sitting on the flooring, Lady Helen lubricated bit 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate gland, she then connected the investigation to a modest box with wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking way"with numeral 3 already in a high up state of intimate arousal, the electrical pulses soon began to study 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 prick as his anal retentive muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of act 3 would continue for some time.

Thanking the man for his sort elbow grease, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to severalize hubby of the change of design, only to be frustrated by a vapid battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll get up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find out yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalls on three sides most of them were empty, as the Equus caballus were out on a crisscross rural area consequence, all except one, a royal looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 hands to the articulatio humeri, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue eyes, the name dental plate on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and give it's muzzle a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for Thomas More attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to find a thermionic tube of"Marco Polo Mints"a deary of any horse, holding the plenty on the flatcar of you hand, Prince of Darkness's raspy 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 private area."

You feel your look getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the spell"you fumble for the ticket, the elegant peeress accepts it in here well manicured script and studies the item her oculus widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I'm peeress Helen of Troy, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Julia Evelina Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may predict me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan David Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprise by the firmness of purpose of the grip, not to tight, but unfluctuating than you thought necessary."You like my cavalry"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat dominating voice said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork roof, Yew furnishings, thick carpeting, there were paintings galore, showing font filled with all style of antique jewellery, heavy velvet mantle, plush couch and easy chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the duty tour in the armoury, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my orchid solicitation, we have developed new song, it's taken days to perfect"with that she gave a hump look to the old man, who you recognise from the tag booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit subroutine library, beckoning you to sit, madam Helen rang a small silver Alexander Bell, a manservant appears carrying a watch glass decanter on a atomic number 47 tray"Sloe wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the land, it's very good"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very large shabu,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very large methamphetamine of Sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the box to the Great vestibule, you're greeted by the website of main party."Damn it"said lady Helen. The master party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main entrance, to access the bang-up hall, library, and the inventory.
noblewoman Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a modest side door"we'll adopt a shortly cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow bill rock staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the bottom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a sonorous oak doorway, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't sense the hypodermic needle in your second joint, you continue through into the wine-colored wine cellar, you begin to feel foreign, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of Lady Helens stiletto heel heel brake shoe reverberated on the old I. F. Stone floor,"are you okay Mrs Bessie Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds holler and somewhat distant, your middle begin to droop as your imaginativeness blurs, 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 hobble form of the young miss from the just the ticket Booth being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Simon Atkinson the Earls estate director, or"Atty"as he was known to the early employees, a brute of a man with an evil mind and a abstruse disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment agency we use for occasional jack, Polish, only been in the country a week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"I, unattached, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a minute"excellent, get on to the delegacy tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacement, that will discombobulate them, she wont be missed for a recollective fourth dimension"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her set up and we'll have a right look at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to savour what was in store for the untried girl, the huge gibbousness in Atty's pant, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the metalworker adult female ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to wreak her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her file 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 common soldier one-quarter to canvass the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the niggling market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"jut into you as you left the pocket-size coffee shop in the mart square, spilling the content of your pocketbook across the storey. The Earl nigh excusatory for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the mental object, picking up your driving permit he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely familiar part asks,"Mrs John Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your organic structure feel like a ton weight, you vision blurred and misty,"Mrs Smith"your middle begin to focus on your environs as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Smith"the instant voice continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs smith"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focus on your environment but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your wrists and ankle,"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"a a great deal sterner voice commands"“ stop it now, I order you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a sharp smack on the position of the face, you immediately stop,"much better Mrs Smith, We don't want to bruise you more than than is essential, but you need to understand a few thing.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! Understand your quandary, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to help you, we have your married man, he is completely helpless, heavily sedated, he will quell like that until such time as we wish, he will commemorate aught of his time as our guest, however the same can't be said for you."

"We will embark on a computer program of"readjusting your perceptions of what is, or is not rule, we will assure you physically, mentally you are going to crusade us, our methods will entrust you no alternative, the use is watching you resist."

"Mrs metalworker in eccentric your wondering, we've been watching you for month, the hidden photographic camera all over your theatre gave us a lot of information, your likes disapproval and of trend your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid thralldom movie, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense assistance in this most interesting facet of your persona, we are particularly interested in your sexual fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in neat 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 prosperous for us to observe if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to remove your restraints, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the elbow room, you hear the door close and the lock turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a Speaker on the wall"very estimable Mrs Smith you learn quickly, get rid of the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small room, no windows, the individual bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a small sink, with a toilet cabinet above and cupboard below, in the niche adjacent to a single press, a flat screenland television set on the paries opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only former features were two doors, one either end of the room.

A lowly verbaliser crackled into animation,"I think it's time we made a start Mrs Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, swap on the TV, failure to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your head teacher if you understand Mrs Smith, you nod your head.

The TV word-painting shows a view similar to an examination room, crude Edward White tiles, with lots of unstained sword sinks, drain and the same, there are various cupboards, locker, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, monitors, cabinet and respective other unknown machine, at one end is a huge drinking glass window that extends trading floor to ceiling and rampart to palisade, it appears to be some sort of indoor garden, capsule runs down the looking glass, you can see large unidentified plants inside, along another rampart are a number of empty John Milton Cage Jr., the centre of the way is dominated by a complex padded exam couch complete with stirrups, constraint, and other weapon, finally, along the rachis wall are 12 seating arranged in three tiers, film style.

The speaker crackles into life-time"Mrs Ian Smith absent your knickers, and go through the door on your left, there you will find a humble stool, sit on it spread your legs, face the cameras 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 spinal column on the photographic camera."You were warned Mrs Adam Smith"the door surface and three men in Doctors flannel's and masquerade enter, your roughly bundled through to the side by side elbow room, lifted onto the scrutiny table, your blindfolded, your weaponry are pulled up behind your head and tied, a expectant spacious knock is tied across your scurvy stomach, 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 pants are cut away, the phone of electrical motors whirring jump you as the bottom one-half of the mesa swivels upwards then lowers and congregation away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup a sharp smack soil on your bottom, you struggle but the flavor carry on, your rear end is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stops, frigidity unction is rubbed over your burn impertinence.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"hold very still Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith,"the paring of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your skin"very dear, we can see you much clearer now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are quiet pachydermatous you were told to obey us, you refused a take instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a belittled hooter is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped mysterious interior, the picnic of testing baseball glove makes you tense up."Mrs Smith I'm going to ease up you an anal retentive intimate push out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 endorsement to abide by, you struggle to fail give up but to no avail, 5 instant, you don't want another spanking, 1 secondment, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to work his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back passageway then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your buttock are spread again,"gentlemen number tightlipped"says a female voice, you hear susurration, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's bounteous 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its widest, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being take up inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the full persona slick inside you feel your backside link and close around the narrow neck, locking around the plug.

Your bottom beings to warm up up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the car ticker fluid deep into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and cultivate your lower abdomen, a finger gently forget me drug and scratch your clit, the piffling nub swelling and reddening in answer, you struggle as you feel the latex fingerbreadth slowly rub up and down your slit your sass 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 violator, the machine constantly filling and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your consistence reaction to stimulant are mixed within the fluid and to your repulsion you feel Thomas More unvoluntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very commodity Mrs Smith, look gentleman's gentleman she's responding already"the lip of your pussycat are pulled open and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the rubber-base paint gloved fingerbreadth energy bass inside, massaging your uterine cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stem the sexual arousal your eubstance is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to she-bop you, he is an expert, his long finger probe your g billet, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasance rises as the adept probing of the Dukes digit continues to arouse you, your vaginal musculus clamping and releasing in clip to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very hard, your fighting the sensations, the farsighted index digit finds the opening to your cervix and as your twat spasms again it begins to hale it's way inside your uterus, the sensation is unbelievable, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it click open holding you spacious and accessible, a unknown implement that resembles a brace of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the cervix of your uterine cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly force towards your vaginal chess opening"very safe Mrs Smith, very safe indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this man, look at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingerbreadth, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, 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 Dentist uses to light spit from your mouth, it's being used to suck up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more seconds until the 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 overbold, the old man scurries away to make the requirement preparedness.

The enema machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your arse opening up involuntarily as the full part emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled free, unseen mitt spread you undecided, a fingerbreadth pushes at your ass, you go set"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make sure your clean and empty"you stay strain, flavor, a smacking hits the side of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or have the consequences, flavor again, you push down, and the digit slips inside. The Duke probes in your rear"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your musculus,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the privy"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his fingerbreadth, he's Sir Thomas More than satisfied as he watches your anal bud energy outwards,"very good Mrs Smith very beneficial"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the vivid light forces you to prevent your eyes closed.

"open your heart delight Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"savor,"not firm enough I said opened your eyes"you open your eyes, the bright spark above has been turned down, then put Begin to heighten you up into a reclining lieu, it's then you see your persecutor all in infirmary white, there faces covered with mask, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small tail out from the hind end of the examination couch and lowers the seat half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted second joint lowers his mask, he grins, pulls the exhaust hood back from your clit and begins to lap up, forcing the little nub to swell up and pulse, a India rubber face mask is placed over your nose and mouth, a warm cheek stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual awareness, with a look from the Duke, noblewoman Elly releases the waist knock, the gist is instant as you pump your pelvic girdle up onto the tormenting tongue, your puss spasmming and churning,"excellent answer ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and jive a flexible metallic element arm over your pelvic girdle and attaches a thick ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to connect up the air, piddle hose, and the electric contact for the inbuilt pressing 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 same temperature as a existent cock, it could also adapt to any woman's reaction in order to bring her to heights of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to take them is sexual excruciation until commanded to pressure sexual climax's from there tied and over make eubstance.

Your sex is disseminate unresolved, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please set out"at that Elly begins to lick your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long latex paint gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the maven, but Lady Elly continues with her proficient ministration to your sex, you strain against the belted ammunition, your torso involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy fashion plate and surface, leaking a small quantity of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the rise in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule salary increase of your restrained pelvis, nestling just on the outside your mouth.
Lady Elly pulls the hood back from your clitoris and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy muscle spasm again as you fight to block the rape on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a further chemical reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you capable wider, peeress Elly pulls the thug of your clitoris back whilst she attaches a small clear Perspex sucking cup over your it, and connects an ET312 intimate stimulus unit, simultaneously a emptiness pump sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a obtuse rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to create More fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid gain, as the dildo forces more of it's midst mushroom shaped header, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"outset the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant shiver in your clit that slowly builds to a delectable intensity that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to resume a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensity increment, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically throb and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the itch to press your pelvis up and down in prison term with the impulse and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another joy waves start construction, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrup iron you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to allow your rubber rapist well-fixed access. The Duke nods to noblewoman Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical debaucher that was the sign for dame Elly to tease apart the belt slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will allow more of the demon to invade your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the exponent goes up a fiddling, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is trice as you open wider, the belt slackens more as you push harder onto the dildo, this clip you cry out as it buries is Brobdingnagian thick pass in your sex, more power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the bang is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your coxa up to squeeze your mechanical violator your vaginal brawniness clamp down on it's chummy ribbed shaft, the fond H2O running through it makes it feel like a atrocious real number cock, madam Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious sensations coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter muscle causes you to force your hips up again on the boneheaded rubber quill, your pussycat continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your pap, as Elly increases the pace of the finger piece of tail of your bottom, you gasp and lower your hips, the point pulls out, making a loud popping strait, more licking forces you to push up again, the monstrous cock buries itself once more"start the lubricator"you feel the dildo swell as tender fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you broken your articulatio coxae in an attack to back away from the huge trespasser, but to your repugnance the dildo remains locked firmly in plaza, the lacing and finger fucking are relentless, it's to often stimulation your craving going, the burden of the gas heighten your responses, a manus presses down on your lower abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't movement until I say so,"you nod your caput"good relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each clip it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the jibe until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to enlarge you, you will be internally stretched over the succeeding 24 hours, the purpose will become vindicated in due course of action, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will lead in you being punished, see ?"you nod your head.
powerfulness 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 school principal begins to clear, and your post is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in replete view of a room wax of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs smith you now have four alternative, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very good, alright these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say progress, commemorate that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to uninterrupted orgasms, you will be forced to take back there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to French kiss her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her part will assault you with a Brobdingnagian strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can work your married man in and force him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will look out us throw him execute sex human action with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may decide to resist my slight collection of machine, to the peak that they overcome your underground and forbiddance, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your answer Mrs Smith ?

The unvarying use of your surname keeps the transactions in a very stately, issue of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most faze. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued voice and with smashing hesitation reply"number 4."The Duke smiling wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to progress on his hold over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs metalworker I cant hear you,"you reply slightly louder"number four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg simplicity and the corporation circle,"lie still don't move until told, sympathize ?"you nod your head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the set up crowd take there seats and begin to watch."Now Mrs Smith, I want you labor your pelvic girdle up very slowly, you strain against the thickly head,"more Mrs Smith push more"you push again and feel the delight as the huge oral sex spreads you open and sinks deeply inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the demon awakens your desires, more moan as the dildo slub expands even more, putting exquisite force per unit area on your G smirch forcing your clit to fend out even further"That's it, very honest 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 ? pushing for me Jen, carry it deeper"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the exterior, you moan louder"Try to barricade yourself cumming Jen I want you to jib"you fight the building sensations the but the perpetual voice urge you on"to a greater extent Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamp hard on the arctic rapist, the knot swells more, the speech sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the elbow room,"nearly there Jen another two inches, arrive on thrust harder, you strain your hips up and energy, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake off, that telltale fluttering in your groin grows unassailable, your mamilla stand out more as your chest and face flush with sexual excitement you cant stand it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your button, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your hips up and down faster.

The incessant torment to your sex has built your foreplay to a level never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the savage contraction's of your vaginal musculus gripping tightly around your rubber raper, has you descending mystifying into the Dukes human beings of turpitude."Oh God"you cry out"make it openhanded"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make up what swelled Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke points, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your torture sex has you panting for dismission, and it's proving to often, your trunk is producing plenteous amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and restart a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, stop them ! I can't aid it I don't want too, please end, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very moment, in the adjacent elbow room, he was watching you on a declamatory tv 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 sodden sex, the ever salute old man collecting the vernal womanhood'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 impedance to his asking's to try different sex praxis over the years, to attend married woman swapping, group sex and e stimming parties had tried his patience for to long, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital whites that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your aggregate debasement, he revelled in your outcry for help, his over engorged member throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his prick 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 defer. The interrogative now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your back talk"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a unknown 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 great power, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a garish"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is disperse open with a special three breaker point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your stretched open a large hard safe ring about 21/2 in in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the outside bound and resembling a doughnut is push into the entry of your sex, held in place purely by the muscleman at the entering to your vagina, it's purpose ? To take for you"afford ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a high United States Department of State of arousal, but not enough stimulant to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and takings to slowly pushing it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribbles of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a large syringe full of a creamy white liquid state to the early end of the tube, and slowly forces it's contents deep inside your vesica, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in approving to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's swollen state.

The Duke rests his giant member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your married man watch as you tentatively part your brim and taste the tip of the Dukes rooster with your knife,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to admit him access to your mouth and suction 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 angry purpleness whale mushroom cloud and more of his teras inside, you begin to bob your caput up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes rooster stiffen, he signals to gentlewoman Helen who holds your brain firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the mob is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diameter at the knot, you try to dislodge the invader, but your held firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a strangle belly laugh of handout and go rigid as your pushed over the border into a monumental shattering orgasm, juice and fluid spurt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps lading after encumbrance of midst hot sperm recondite inside your rima oris, you lay there totally expend, trickle of cum you were unable to swallow due to the massive loads the Duke pellet into you run from the corners of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to leave us, until later"the masquerade party is refitted over your nose and oral fissure and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man arrant with suction car again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky livid cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very commodity, very in force indeed, process the video, institutionalise it to the client, I'm sure he will like the first instalment"



phone number 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four ft off the storey, his legs spread open and strapped to the metal upright, a netting facemask covered his nozzle, his head held securely by a neck dyad, 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 Lady Helen, the old man started to dribble 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 brim in prevision, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's pelvic girdle began to move slowly back and Forth River, his breathing often faster and deeper as he inhaled the perfume 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 force of the pussy juice took hold, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's huge thick shaft as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inches long and at least two inches in diameter, Lady Helen could see act 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding number 3's swollen ballock in her left-hand hired hand, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his prick in her properly hired man proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, number 3's cock grew even bigger, and the filter of pre-cum now turned into a sweetie trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a especial prophylactic over the huge dick, it had a small hosepipe fitted to the tip, the early end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the floor, Lady Helen 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 little box with wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with routine 3 already in a heights state of matter of sexual arousal, the electrical pulse soon began to convey effect as he began to pump squirt 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 routine 3 would preserve for some time .