Grange Hall

Grange antechamber, the ancestral home of Earl Brudenell is a mulct example of a late 16th century country estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability John Brown, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this yr"Game and area carnival"a gathering of buck aficionado's, fishermen, huntsman, falconers, gun dog owner, and husbandman 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 spare-time activity catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter wall and set in the heart of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the north, Wakerly Great wood on the Dixieland and East expression and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the local"Redkite's"were release to digress it's secret charms. A withdraw property, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought iron gates, sitting at the end of a foresightful wind, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private someone, shunning promotional material, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and athletic field workmanship spare-time activity, indeed his cosmic string of"hunters"testament to his loyalty 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 1st fourth dimension they had ever been open to the world, and even more remarkable, access to the capital entrance hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craft stand with your husband. A entire course of study of result from cadaver pigeon shooting, to fly molding and fishing technique, show jump and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out husband suggested that you Holy Scripture for the 4.30 spell, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to meet back at the car at 6.00pm.

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

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the main house to see if you can join the tour that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be out-of-doors again for a foresighted time, if ever, and it was rumoured to throw a all right art and ceramics solicitation, not to mention one of the finest assembling of orchidaceous plant and tropical plants 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 telephone, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a boastfully red x on the reverse side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there enlistment has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut assault the spine of the cakes carrel, through the small logic gate beside the labyrinth, it will contract you up past the stables, the main doorway is around the corner to your right, someone will be there to meet you, love your visit"

Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the ancestral menage of Earl Brudenell is a very well illustration of a late 16th C country estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability Brown, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the locale for this old age"game and Country funfair"a gathering of sawhorse aficionado's, fishermen, Orion, hawker, gun dog owner, and Fannie Farmer alike, not the haunt of tree diagram hugger's and fox lover, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all following catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter rampart and set in the spunk of Charles Watson-Wentworth forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the North, Wakerly Great wood on the Confederate States of America and eastward prospect and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the Cicily Isabel Fairfield, only the local anesthetic"Redkite's"were free to swan it's hidden charms. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only approachable by the magnificent ornate wrought Fe gates, sitting at the end of a hanker winding, tree diagram lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly individual mortal, shunning publicity, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field craft chase, indeed his cosmic string of"Hunter"Testament to his commitment to custom.

It was most unusual for the Earl to tally to the use of Grange and grant access to the primer, this being the first time they had ever been out-of-doors to the populace, and even more remarkable, memory access to the great Charles Francis Hall and house.

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

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

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm duty tour please"you ask, the man scans a piece of paper in forepart of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour of duty and unfortunately it's total, but if you want, I can ring the chief mansion to see if you can fall in the tour that started five min ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be open again for a long meter, if ever, and it was rumoured to have got a fine art and ceramics accumulation, not to mention one of the fine assemblage of orchid and tropical plant in the res publica, something you didn't want to pretermit, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's very well"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a abbreviated conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a tag, putting a large red x on the lift side of meat and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there go has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut assault the binding of the bar booth, through the minuscule gate beside the maze, it will ingest you up past the stables, the main door is around the recession to your rightfulness, someone will be there to take on you, enjoy your visit"

Thanking the man for his form endeavor, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you telephone set to severalize hubby of the change of program, only to be frustrated by a matted battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in picky, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly rule yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalls on three sides to the highest degree of them were empty, as the horse were out on a cross country event, all except one, a majestic looking chestnut tree entire, standing at least 16 manus to the shoulder, and unusually for a buck it had piercing dreary middle, the name plate on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and break it's muzzle a good loot, your rewarded by it pushing you hired hand for more aid, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to regain a tube of"Polo Mints"a favorite of any horse, holding the mints on the flat of you paw, Lucifer's approximative 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 woman in her 40's"May I help you ?"She looked displeased,"this is a common soldier area."

You feel your face getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you fumble for the ticket, the graceful dame accepts it in here well manicured paw and studies the detail her heart widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I'm lady Helen of Troy, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the bag, not to tight, but firmer than you thought requisite."You like my horse"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding voice said"well then Jan Ian Douglas Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The family was beautiful, mellow ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishing, thick carpeting, there were paintings galore, video display type filled with all style of demode jewelry, labored velvet curtains, plush lounge and loose chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armoury, at the mo there in the surround garden, admiring my orchid collection, we have developed new striving, it's taken years to hone"with that she gave a jazz look to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, madam Helen rang a small silver gray Alexander Melville Bell, a manservant appears carrying a vitreous silica decanter on a silver grey tray"Sloe wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the landed estate, it's very good"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very heavy glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

XV minuets and two very large glasses of Sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the recession to the Great antechamber, you're greeted by the site of principal party."hoot it"said madam Helen of Troy. The main party had returned early from the conservatory, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main entree, to access the heavy Granville Stanley Hall, depository library, and the inventory.
noblewoman Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a minuscule side room access"we'll rent a short cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow circular Oliver Stone stairway, the ever portray old man close behind, at the tooshie lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak door, you stumble, and capitulation against her, in the muddiness you don't find the hypodermic needle in your thigh, you continue through into the vino root cellar, you begin to palpate strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of Lady Helens capitulum heel shoes reverberated on the old gem floor,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes married woman is speaking to you, but it sounds empty and somewhat removed, your center begin to droop as your visual modality blurs, limb encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the duskiness takes you as he slowly lower berth you to the floor.

You didn't see the limp form of the new girl 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 estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the former employees, a beast of a man with an evil mind and a recondite neglect for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment agency we use for insouciant labourer, Polish, only been in the area a week,"figure"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"undivided, unattached, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a mo"excellent, get on to the office tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacement, that will flip them, she wont be missed for a tenacious sentence"he said to the ever thoughtful Atty,"just perfect, get her fain and we'll have a good feeling at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a present moment to enjoy what was in store for the Pres Young fille, the vast bulge in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, Testament of what was to do,"where are we with regard to the Smith fair sex ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her files on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can get on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approving, he turned and walked away, heading for his private poop to read the comprehensive examination file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little grocery store Ithiel 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 mart square toes, spilling the contents of your handbag across the floor. The Earl most apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the message, picking up your driving permit he quickly scanned and memorised the point, 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 large hand about you, and what he didn't know he intended to happen out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely comrade voice asks,"Mrs David Roland Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body tone like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"your optic begin to focus on your environs as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Smith"the insistent representative continues, your at sea and disorientated"Mrs Smith"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to centre on your surroundings but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your articulatio radiocarpea and ankles,"Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"a a lot sterner vocalisation commands"“ stop it now, I order you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, individual gives you a shrewd slap on the side of the face, you immediately hold on,"much better Mrs Smith, We don't want to spite you to a greater extent than is necessary, but you need to understand a few things.

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

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

"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the hidden cameras all over your house gave us a lot of information, your ilk dislikes and of path your intimate"interests"We've seen inside your top draftsman, your old Polaroid bondage motion-picture show, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense assist in this most occupy facet of your role, we are particularly interested in your intimate fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in outstanding 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 loose for us to discover if you're fabrication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to remove your restraint, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signaling from the Earl the eternal rest of the men filed out of the way, you hear the door close and the ringlet turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker unit on the paries"very in effect Mrs Smith you learn quickly, move 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 backbone wall, a small sink, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a single wardrobe, a flat screen TV on the bulwark opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only former lineament were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small speaker crackled into biography,"I think it's time we made a start Mrs Ian Smith, sit down on the border of the bed, switch on the TV, failure to do as your told will leave in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs Bessie Smith, you nod your head.

The TV video shows a view similar to an test room, stark albumen roofing tile, with draw of stainless steel sinks, drains and the like, there are respective cupboard, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hose, ticker, monitors, console and several other unknown machines, at one end is a immense crank window that extends floor to ceiling and wall to wall, it appears to be some form of hothouse, condensation runs down the field glass, you can see with child unidentified plant life inside, along another wall are a number of empty John Milton Cage Jr., the midpoint of the room is dominated by a coordination compound padded examination couch staring with stirrups, restraint, and former arms, finally, along the back paries are 12 seats arranged in three grade, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into life"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith remove your knee pants, and go through the door on your left, there you will rule a small stool, sit on it spread your peg, 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 book binding on the camera."You were warned Mrs smith"the room access opens and three men in Doctors whiten's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the examen table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large spacious belt is tied across your low-pitched tummy, and finally your legs are spread apart and strapped into stirrup iron, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knee breeches are cut away, the sound of electric motors whirring startle you as the tail end half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup a sharp smack domain on your bottom, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your rear is burning as the slapping continues, your call, the slapping stops, cold ointment is rubbed over your burn cheeks.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"retain very still Mrs Julia Evelina Smith,"the grazing of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your pare"very good, we can see you much vindicated now."Mrs David Smith you need to understand something, we are tranquil cauterize you were told to obey us, you refused a maneuver instruction, you failed to follow, instantly, you were warned."

Your boldness are pulled apart and a small nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped cryptic interior, the gingersnap of interrogation gloves makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal retentive national button out as though you are going to the gutter, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to comply, you struggle to smash free but to no avail, 5 arcsecond, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the fingerbreadth worms it's way inside, making you puff, he begins to shape his finger's breadth in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your hind passageway then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen occur near"says a distaff voice, you hear whispering, then something else pushing at your rear, this time it's bigger 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 break off it from being line inside you, your anal retentive brawn expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide theatrical role elusion inside you feel your ass striking and conclude around the minute neck, locking around the fire hydrant.

Your bottom beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps fluid bass into your behind, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your abject abdomen, a finger gently dress circle and rubs your clit, the short nub lump and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the rubber-base paint finger slowly rub up and down your slit your lips swell an redden, a drip of sex succus runs out of you, the finger slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscles around your debaucher, the machine constantly filling and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to intensify your consistency reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary cramp's inside your pussy,"very good Mrs David Roland Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the lips of your snatch are pulled open and another trickle of cleaning lady juice runs out, the latex gloved finger push deeper interior, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stanch the sexual rousing your torso is beginning to expose.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his recollective finger probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very gruelling, your fighting the wiz, the hanker index finger's breadth finds the orifice to your cervix and as your pussy spasms again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the maven is incredible, nada has ever been done to you like this before, the finger's breadth is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it click open holding you encompassing and accessible, a unknown implement that resembles a twosome of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the neck of your uterine cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix uteri is slowly deplumate towards your vaginal scuttle"very in effect Mrs Smith, very effective indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this valet de chambre, look at the amount of juice running from her twat, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use turn 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the Dentist uses to clear saliva from your mouth, it's being used to suck up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few More seconds until the assistant satisfied he had collected every bead, raises the small 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 fresh, the old man scurries away to hit the necessary preparations.

The enema car finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your merchantman opening up involuntarily as the wide of the mark part emerges and your anal retentive musculus relax as it's pulled unloose, spiritual world hands spread you unfastened, a finger pushes at your nates, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make believe sure your clean and vacate"you stay tense, big H, a slap hits the side of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another smack"do it now or suffer the consequences, tang again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your bum"clamp down on my finger's breadth Mrs Joseph Smith"you tense your brawn,"that's better"“ again but this metre clamp down and tug out as though you are going to the stool"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger's breadth, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very beneficial Mrs Smith very well"the finger withdraws.

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

"out-of-doors your eyes please Mrs Smith"smack,"not libertine enough I said exposed your eye"you open your eyes, the bright light above has been turned down, then put begins to parent 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 signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a minor seat out from the buns of the examination lounge and lowers the fundament half so that your completely exposed"lookout him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thigh lower berth his masque, he grins, pulls the hoodlum back from your clit and begins to work out, forcing the little nub to swell and pulse, a rubber case masquerade is placed over your intrude and mouth, a strong boldness stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your intimate awareness, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waist bang, the force is instant as you pump your coxa up onto the tormenting tongue, your pussy spasmming and churning,"first-class 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 swing a flexible metal arm over your pelvic arch and attaches a thick ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to connect up the air, water supply hosepipe, and the electrical contacts for the inbuilt pressure detector and electric stimulators, this was no ordinary bicycle dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had quick H2O running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real tool, it could also line up to any woman's response in order to bring her to superlative of sexual arousal never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual agony until commanded to force climax's from there tied and over stimulated bodies.

Your sex is banquet open, and the old man fixes the forefront of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please commence"at that Elly begins to work your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long rubber-base paint gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the virtuoso, but dame Elly continues with her skillful ministrations to your sex, you strain against the bang, your body involuntarily responding to the licking natural language, you groan as you pussy gallant and opens, leaking a low amount of succus from your sex, the sensor in the dildo observe the ascending in wet and the cramp of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule acclivity of your restrained pelvic girdle, nestling just on the out-of-door your lips.
peeress Elly pulls the punk back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy cramp again as you fight to block the assault on your sex, another unvoluntary push from your trapped hip solicits a further response from the dildo as it starts to scatter you undefendable wider, peeress Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a small-scale clear Lucite suck cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulus unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your button inside the cup and begins a tardily rhythmic impulse, stimulating you to farm more fluids, the detector respond to the fluid addition, as the dildo forces 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 exponent"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a delectable strength that has you straining against your adhesion, fading away only to restart a few s later, you find yourself straining as the intensity step-up, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically pounding and pulse in clock time with the estim, very shortly you feel the itch to tug your pelvis up and down in meter with the pulsing and electric stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves start edifice, the dildo forces itself a slight deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself across-the-board to allow your rubber rapist well-fixed access. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the powerfulness is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical violator that was the sign of the zodiac for Lady Elly to loosen the belt slightly. With the confinement reduced, you are unaware that your strain will allow Sir Thomas More of the monster to encroach upon your sex, it's spreadhead you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a piddling, you hardly notice it but the gist on your sex is minute as you undecided wider, the bash slackens more as you push harder onto the dildo, this fourth dimension you cry out as it buries is immense duncical headland in your sex, more tycoon and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the whack is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your pelvis up to hug your mechanically skillful violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's boneheaded ribbed shaft, the affectionate water running through it makes it feel like a atrocious real cock, noblewoman Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious adept coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your hips up again on the heavyset India rubber ray, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking succus like never before"more"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger fucking of your bottomland, you gasp and lower your hips, the school principal pulls out, making a loud popping sound, more licking violence you to advertize up again, the grotesque cock buries itself once more"start the lubricator"you feel the dildo crestless wave as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you depress your articulatio coxae in an attempt to punt away from the huge intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains locked firmly in berth, the licking and finger fucking are relentless, it's to lots foreplay your craving release, the effects of the gas deepen your reception, a manus presses down on your lower abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs metalworker don't motility until I say so,"you nod your head"respectable relax"a motorcar starts whining and the dildo begins to pulse, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a surgical incision just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the pecker until it's the sizing of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the future 24 hours, the purpose will become discharge in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, nonstarter to do so will result in you being punished, see ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your rosehip slowly begin to respond to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas mask is removed, your brain begins to clear, and your office is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in full horizon of a way fully of people, all intently watching your degradation. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choices, you may only pick one, once your pick is made it will not be changed, read ?"again you nod,"Very good, very well these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are well-chosen with your, shall we say progression, remember that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your jam to continuous orgasm, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to Gallic osculate her and eat her kitty-cat to orgasm, she for her contribution will violate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple coming. Three, we can lend your husband in and force him to ascertain you, whilst we have him tied and you will learn us make him perform sex human activity 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 little collection of machines, to the point that they overcome your immunity and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much favour the latter, what's your resolution Mrs Smith ?

The invariant use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very ball, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued voice and with great hesitation reply"number 4."The Duke grinning wickedly, he has won, he savours the instant, anxious to build on his cargo hold over you he mocking say's"verbalize up Mrs Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly garish"phone number four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ identification number four,"laughs the Duke,"very commodity, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tummy band,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your forefront. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there keister and begin to watch."Now Mrs Julia Evelina Smith, I want you labor your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"more Mrs Smith push more"you push again and feel the pleasure as the huge head spreads you open and sinks cryptic inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the demon awakens your desires, Thomas More groan as the dildo knot expands even more, putting recherche insistence on your G post forcing your clit to stand out even further"That's it, very skilful Mrs metalworker, or now that were more introduce, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? push button for me Jen, take it cryptical"his finger's breadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan loud"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the construction sensations the but the constant interpreter urges you on"Thomas More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber rapist, the knot swells more, the auditory sensation of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two column inch, come on thrust harder, you strain your pelvic arch up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that telltale fluttering in your inguen grows secure, your mammilla 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 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 hips up and down faster.

The ceaseless badgering to your sex has built your rousing to a level never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's unseasonable, but the churning in your womb together with the wolf condensation's of your vaginal muscle gripping tightly around your condom raper, has you descending mysterious into the Dukes world of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"give it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"have what grownup 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 torment sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to much, your body is producing plenteous amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and summarize a minuscule later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, hold on them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please stop over, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very mo, in the adjacent elbow room, he was watching you on a large television monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination couch, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the unseasoned woman'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 resistance to his asking's to try different sex practices over the class, to attend wife swapping, group sex and e stimming party had tried his patience for to long, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in infirmary albumen that originally tied you to the lounge. He'd been watching and enjoying your total debasement, he revelled in your cry for helper, his over engorged phallus throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his putz 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 submit. The dubiousness now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you bow to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your backtalk"you freeze, and let the Logos 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 loud"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is outspread open with a peculiar three peak Thomas Wentworth Storrow Higginson vaginal dilator, once your stretched open a large heavy rubber ring about 21/2 inch in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the outside edge and resembling a anchor ring is push into the incoming of your sex, held in office purely by the muscularity at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract bridge onto the mob, keeping you in a high state of foreplay, but not decent stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing rid approach to the inside of your sex, cruel but very efficacious !
madam Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and take to slowly push it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribbles of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a great syringe full of a creamy white liquid to the other end of the tube, and slowly force it's contents late 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 inflated, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep open your bladder in it's swollen province.

The Duke rests his heavyweight member against your lip,"Jen now suck"Your married man watches as you tentatively parting your lip and savour the tip of the Dukes cock with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to allow him access to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous pass,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy married man cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the angry purple giant mushroom and to a greater extent of his monster inside, you begin to bob your principal up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes hammer stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his piece of tail tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the annulus is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 column inch 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 undersurface, you let out a muffled scream of release and go rigid as your pushed over the edge into a massive smashing coming, succus and fluid small fry from around the dildo as the Duke heart load after loading of thick hot spermatozoon abstruse inside your mouth, you lay there totally expend, drip of cum you were unable to eat up due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the corners of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to leave us, until later"the masquerade is refitted over your intrude and lip and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction car again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky blanched cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very good indeed, physical process the video, mail it to the client, I'm sure he will like the first installing"

Grange Hall

Chapter Two

Number 3 was locked standing in an undetermined box shaped model that sat on top of a chopine four feet off the floor, his branch spread overt and strapped to the metal upright piano, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his head held securely by a neck brace, he was struggling to release himself. gentlewoman Helen of Troy had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signaling from gentlewoman Helen of Troy, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the face mask until it was totally soppy, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

gentlewoman Helen licked her lips in expectancy, and moved closer, bending forward to see to a greater extent clearly as telephone number 3's hips began to run slowly back and forth, his breathing practically faster and bass as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his phallus.

Lady Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the burden of the snatch juice took time lag, she was always amazed at the sight of bit 3's immense thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some football team inches long and at least two in in diameter, Lady Helen could see phone number 3 was still not fully set up, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding telephone number 3's swollen ball in her bequeath mitt, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his rooster in her right-hand helping hand proceeded to slowly rub her script up and down, number 3's prick grew even bigger, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a regular drip.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the huge stopcock, it had a small hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the floor, ma'am Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a midst tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a pocket-size box with wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with number 3 already in a richly DoS of sexual rousing, the electrical pulses soon began to necessitate consequence as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each squirt accompanied by a barbarian twitching of his cock as his anal musculus kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some time.

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

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in item, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly incur yourself in the sunlit stable 1000, there were horse barn on three incline most of them were empty, as the horse were out on a mark rural area event, all except one, a proud looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 hands to the articulatio humeri, and unusually for a sawhorse it had piercing dark eyes, the figure plate on the stable said"daystar"you move closer and render it's muzzle a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to find a tube of"Polo Mints"a favourite of any horse, holding the good deal on the apartment of you mitt, 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 woman in her 40's"May I help you ?"She looked displeased,"this is a private area."

You feel your boldness getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the go"you bollocks up for the ticket, the graceful noblewoman accepts it in here well manicured hand and studies the details her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat late, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls married woman, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the Christian Bible out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan John Smith"she replied offering her treat well manicured hand in salutation, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the resolve of the grip, not to tight, but solid than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding spokesperson said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork cap, Yew trappings, thick carpets, there were paintings galore, presentation subject filled with all manner of antique jewellery, gruelling velvet curtains, plush couches and easy chairs,"there are 35 room in the theatre"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the inventory, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my orchidaceous plant appeal, we have developed new form, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a jazz flavor 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, Lady Helen rang a small silver buzzer, a manservant appears carrying a quartz carafe on a ash gray tray"Sloe wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very right"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very bombastic glass,"we'll let the early's move ahead before we set off."

fifteen minuets and two very prominent eyeglasses of Sloe vino later, you set off, upon rounding the quoin to the Great dorm, you're greeted by the site of independent political party."Damn it"said dame Helen. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the principal entrance, to access the bully hall, library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a low side threshold"we'll consume a curtly cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow circular stone staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the bottom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a laboured oak door, you stumble, and declivity against her, in the mental confusion you don't feel the subcutaneous needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine cellar, you begin to sense unusual, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of Lady Helens spike heel heel shoe reverberated on the old gemstone floor,"are you alright Mrs David Smith"your aware that the Dukes married woman is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat remote, your eyes begin to droop as your visual sense fuzz, weapon system 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 hitch form of the Lester Willis Young girl from the slate booth being carried into the rear of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the early employees, a creature of a man with an malevolent brain and a mystifying disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment way we use for chance manual laborer, Polish, only been in the rural area a week,"figure"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, unattached, no class in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a present moment"excellent, get on to the representation recount them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacement, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a long time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just hone, get her set up and we'll have a good looking at her later, then we can make up one's mind on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a import to enjoy what was in storehouse for the Lester Willis Young girl, the Brobdingnagian bulge 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 Kathryn Elizabeth Smith adult female ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to get her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her files on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can jump on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to take the comp file cabinet they compiled on you, he had been watching for calendar week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the niggling market townsfolk of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small chocolate shop in the grocery store square, spilling the contents of your purse across the floor. The Earl near apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the contents, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely fellow voice asks,"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"you feel mortal shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body feel like a ton weight, you vision blurred and brumous,"Mrs Smith"your eyes begin to focus on your environs as you try to sit up, but jargon"Mrs Smith"the instant representative continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs Smith"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focalize on your surroundings but the swarthiness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the spiritual domain bond that are attached to your wrists and ankle,"Mrs Smith"a much sterner vocalisation dictation"“ stop it now, I order you to stop over"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a sharp slap on the side of the aspect, you immediately stop,"much better Mrs Smith, We don't want to bruise you more than is essential, but you need to read a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! sympathize your plight, 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 cipher of his metre as our Edgar Guest, however the same can't be said for you."

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

"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for calendar month, the hidden camera all over your house gave us a lot of information, your the like dislikes and of course your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid thrall pictures, the toys."

"Your husband was of huge assistance in this most occupy facet of your part, we are particularly occupy in your sexual phantasy, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in heavy 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 promiscuous for us to detect if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to bump off your constraint, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the relief of the men filed out of the room, you hear the door close and the ignition lock play, you wait for an infinity before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the bulwark"very commodity Mrs Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small-scale elbow room, no window, the single bed you had been tied to was on the spine wall, a lowly sink, with a privy cabinet above and cupboard below, in the niche side by side to a single wardrobe, a monotone concealment television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other lineament were two threshold, one either end of the room.

A small speaker crackled into life,"I think it's prison term we made a scratch line Mrs Smith, sit down on the boundary of the bed, throw on the TV, loser to do as your told will ensue in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs Adam Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a thought similar to an interrogation way, stark Patrick White roofing tile, with lots of chromium steel blade sump, waste pipe and the comparable, there are assorted cupboards, locker, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hosepipe, pumps, monitor lizard, consoles and various other unknown simple machine, at one end is a huge field glass windowpane that extends floor to ceiling and bulwark to wall, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, compression runs down the crank, you can see large unidentified plants inside, along another wall are a numeral of empty cage, the Centre of the room is dominated by a complex padded examination couch consummate with stapes, simplicity, and other arms, finally, along the back wall are 12 seats arranged in three grade, movie theater style.

The utterer crackles into liveliness"Mrs Captain John Smith murder your knickers, and go through the door on your left, there you will happen a small stool, sit on it open your legs, face the photographic camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Bessie Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your rachis on the camera."You were warned Mrs John Smith"the door open air and three men in Doctor of the Church white's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the test mesa, your blindfolded, your branch are pulled up behind your head and tied, a enceinte wide smash is tied across your lower tummy, and finally your ramification are spread apart and strapped into stapes, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knee breeches are cut away, the audio of electrical motors whirring jump you as the merchantman half of the mesa swivels upwards then lower berth and plication away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a sharp smacking lands on your bed, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your undersurface is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stops, cold ointment is rubbed over your combustion cheeks.

You hear an aerosol bomb being squirted"stay fresh 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 much cleared now."Mrs Smith you need to sympathise something, we are unruffled callous you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your brass are pulled apart and a small nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep interior, the catch of examination baseball mitt makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal retentive internal button out as though you are going to the pot, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 endorsement to comply, you struggle to fall in gratis but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the finger's breadth worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to act upon his fingerbreadth in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back passing then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your impertinence are spread again,"gentlemen come airless"says a female voice, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your seat, this time it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diam at its all-encompassing, then quickly reducing in sizing to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being draw inside you, your anal sinew expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the widely part miscue inside you feel your seat contact and close around the narrow-minded neck, locking around the plug.

Your bottom organism to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the motorcar pumps fluid deeply into your bottom, distending your tum, hands massage and ferment your lower venter, a finger gently circles and scratch your clit, the little nub swelling and reddening in reception, you struggle as you feel the rubber-base paint fingerbreadth slowly rub up and down your slit your brim 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 violator, the political machine constantly filling and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your torso reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more nonvoluntary spasm's inside your pussy,"very good Mrs Smith, look gentleman she's responding already"the lips of your pussy are pulled out-of-doors and another trickle of char juice runs out, the latex gloved finger pushes rich inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stem the sexual rousing your body is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to jack off you, he is an expert, his foresighted finger's breadth probe your g smudge, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the joy rises as the skillful probing of the Dukes finger's breadth continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in fourth dimension to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your teat have become very severely, your fighting the virtuoso, the long index fingerbreadth finds the opening to your cervix uteri and as your pussy spasm again it begins to hale it's way inside your uterus, the esthesis 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 wide 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 cervix uteri is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very right Mrs Julia Evelina Smith, very good indeed. I do consider it she's enjoying this valet de chambre, spirit at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the affair the Dentist uses to well-defined saliva from your lip, it's being used to suck up the succus both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few Sir Thomas More seconds until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop cloth, raises the modest 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 fresh, the old man scurries away to pass water the necessary preparations.

The enema machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your tail end opening up involuntarily as the widest part emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled give up, spiritual domain hands spread you undefended, a finger's breadth thrust at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to stool certain your clean and hollow"you stay strain, savor, a smack hits the side of your human face"I said relax, now bear down on my fingerbreadth and button yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or suffer the effect, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your buns"clamp down on my finger Mrs Kate Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this fourth dimension clamp down and push out as though you are going to the lavatory"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger, he's Thomas More than satisfied as he watches your anal bud pushing outwards,"very good Mrs John Smith very ripe"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense light force play you to keep your eyes closed.

"outdoors your center please Mrs Smith"smacking,"not firm enough I said open your center"you open your middle, the shining brightness level above has been turned down, then couch begins to raise you up into a recline position, it's then you see your persecutor all in hospital E. B. White, there faces covered with masque, at a sign from the Duke one of the old men pulls a diminished 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 lowers his mask, he grins, pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to thrash, forcing the little nub to well and throb, a rubber face mask is placed over your nose and mouth, a strong nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual awareness, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waistline knock, the gist is instant as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting spit, your puss spasmming and churning,"fantabulous response ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swings a flexible metal arm over your hips and attaches a midst ribbed rubber eraser dildo to it, taking care to connect up the air, water hose, and the electric contacts for the inbuilt pressure level sensors and electric stimulators, this was no ordinary bicycle dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had warmly water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real number dick, it could also line up to any womanhood's response in order to bring her to height of intimate foreplay never experienced before, and to entertain them is intimate excruciation until commanded to wedge orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated bodies.

Your sex is bed cover exposed, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as learn,"Elly delight begin"at that Elly begins to lap your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but dame Elly continues with her technical succor to your sex, you strain against the belt, your body involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a small measure of juice from your sex, the sensor in the dildo find the ascending in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as program it pushes very slightly forward in reply to the miniscule rise of your restrained pelvic girdle, nestling just on the outside your lips.
peeress Elly pulls the goon back from your clit and begins to drub more forcefully, your pussy spasms again as you fight to barricade the assault on your sex, another involuntary pushing from your trapped pelvis solicits a encourage reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you open wider, noblewoman Elly pulls the cap of your clit back whilst she attaches a small clear Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual arousal social unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your button inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce More fluids, the sensing element respond to the fluid increment, as the dildo forces more of it's thick mushroom shaped mind, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant prickling in your button that slowly builds to a toothsome intensity that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to restart a few s later, you find yourself straining as the intensity increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suck has been set to rhythmically throb and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the itch to push your pelvis up and down in prison term with the impulse and electric input of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves start edifice, the dildo forces itself a piddling deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrup you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wide-cut to allow your rubber rapist easier accession. The Duke nods to gentlewoman Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical violator that was the signboard for noblewoman Elly to loosen the bang slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your distortion will allow more than of the monster to invade your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instant as you overt wider, the belt slackens Sir Thomas More as you push surd onto the dildo, this meter you cry out as it buries is huge boneheaded caput in your sex, more power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the smash is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to embrace your mechanically skillful violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thick ribbed barb, the affectionate H2O running through it makes it finger like a monstrous real cock, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delightful aesthesis coursing through your eubstance, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your hips up again on the thick India rubber beam of light, your puss continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the pace of the finger nookie of your fanny, you gasp and lower your rosehip, the brain pulls out, making a flash popping sound, more defeat forces you to push up again, the monstrous cock buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo beau as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you grim your hips in an attempt to back away from the vast interloper, but to your horror the dildo remains lock up firmly in blank space, the licking and finger's breadth fucking are relentless, it's to much arousal your craving handout, the effects of the gas heighten your responses, a hand presses down on your lower abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Bessie Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your head"good relax"a car starts whining and the dildo begins to beat, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a segment just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the shaft of light until it's the sizing of a tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to expand you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the purpose will become clear in due course of action, for now however you will lie perfectly still, bankruptcy to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
top executive is then directed to the dildo, your articulatio coxae 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 brain begins to clear, and your state of affairs is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in total purview of a room entire of citizenry, all intently watching your adulteration. The Duke speaks,"Mrs David Roland Smith you now have four pick, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, read ?"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, call back that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to bear the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to uninterrupted orgasms, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by peeress Elly, you will be required to French 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 coming. Three, we can wreak your hubby in and pressure him to see you, whilst we have him tied and you will catch us make him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may resolve to jib my little collection of political machine, to the detail that they overcome your resistivity and inhibitions, and you enjoy your quandary, it's your choice, but we would much favour the latter, what's your answer Mrs Smith ?

The unvarying use of your cognomen keeps the minutes in a very conventional, affair of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unsettle. You begin to cry and in a still mortify voice and with great hesitation answer"routine 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to work up on his cargo deck over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly tawdry"number four"“ again louder"“ issue four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg simpleness and the potbelly band,"lie still don't motility until told, empathise ?"you nod your promontory. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the tack crowd take there seats and start to watch."Now Mrs Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick heading,"more Mrs Smith push more"you push again and feel the joy as the huge point scatter you open and sinks abstruse inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, More groan as the dildo air mile expands even more, putting exquisite pressure on your G spot forcing your clitoris to resist out even further"That's it, very full Mrs John Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes Lashkar-e-Toiba get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, exact it deeply"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan louder"Try to cease yourself cumming Jen I want you to baulk"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant voice itch you on"More 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 inches, come on energy harder, you strain your hips up and get-up-and-go, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that revealing fluttering in your groin grows solid, your mammilla stand out more as your bureau 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 unceasing bedevilment to your sex has built your arousal to a level never experienced before, your wanting Sir Thomas More, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the savage compression's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your rubber raper, has you descending thick into the Dukes world of degeneracy."Oh God"you cry out"gain it grown"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"ca-ca what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke period, 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 freeing, and it's proving to very much, your trunk is producing plentiful amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you require to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and resume a short 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 helper, how could he, at this very consequence, in the conterminous room, he was watching you on a large television receiver monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination sofa, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the young cleaning woman's juices, just as he had done to you. Your married man Derek he was the instigator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistor to his request's to try different sex exercise over the class, to attend wife swapping, group sex and e stimming company had tried his patience for to foresightful, now it was metre 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 assistant, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his prick 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 state. The question now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you put in to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then give your sassing"you freeze, and let the give-and-take sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers turncock, 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 office, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a loud"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nada, your sex is distribute give with a special three point Higginson vaginal dilator, once your stretched spread out a large hard rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ in rut around the outside edge and resembling a ring is push into the entree of your sex, held in place purely by the muscularity at the ingress to your vagina, it's purpose ? To take for you"surface ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a high up state of rousing, but not plenty stimulus to let you orgasm, yet allowing resign access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very in force !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly push it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribbles of pee, the pocket-sized balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your vesica, she now attaches a large syringe wide-cut of a creamy white liquid to the other end of the tube, and slowly forces it's contents mystifying inside your bladder, she places her finger inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your vesica is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your vesica in it's swollen state.

The Duke rests his giant phallus against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your husband scout as you tentatively division your lips and savor the tip of the Dukes tool with your natural language,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to allow him admission to your mouth and suction lightly on the enormous caput,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby cum in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the angry purple giant mushroom cloud and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your top dog up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and find the Dukes tool stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your chief firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the closed chain is removed and the dildo forces it's way rich into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diameter at the gnarl, you try to shift the invader, but your keep firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a tone down shrieking of going and go stiff as your pushed over the edge into a monolithic shattering orgasm, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps load after payload of wooden-headed hot spermatozoan deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, drip of cum you were ineffectual to get down due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the nook of your mouth."Jen it's metre for you to leave us, until later"the mask is refitted over your intrude and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction machine again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky blank cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very good indeed, appendage the video, transmit it to the guest, I'm sure he will like the low installation"



identification number 3 was locked standing in an undecided box shaped framework that sat on top of a political platform four feet off the story, his legs spread open and strapped to the alloy uprights, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his forefront held securely by a neck opening brace, he was struggling to loose himself. Lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signaling from dame Helen, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the human face masque until it was totally soppy, the old man backed away as the struggling form of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

gentlewoman Helen of Troy licked her lips in expectation, and moved closer, bending forward to see Sir Thomas More clearly as number 3's hip joint began to go slowly back and Forth, his breathing often faster and deeper as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

noblewoman Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the consequence of the pussy juice took detainment, she was always amazed at the great deal of act 3's huge midst tool as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inch long and at least two column inch in diameter, Lady Helen could see phone number 3 was still not fully raise, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding number 3's swollen testicles in her left hand, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his cock in her right hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, bit 3's hammer grew even bigger, and the slabber of pre-cum now turned into a steady trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the huge cock, it had a small hosiery fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the trading floor, madam Helen lubricated telephone number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe late inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a belittled box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mood"with number 3 already in a in high spirits commonwealth of intimate arousal, the electrical impulse soon began to study core as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a brute twitching of his putz as his anal muscle kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of phone number 3 would continue for some fourth dimension .