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Grange Hall, the hereditary home of Earl Brudenell is a fine model of a late 16th century country estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability Brown, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the locus for this class"secret plan and Country fair"a gathering of sawbuck aficionado's, fishermen, Hunter, falconers, gun dog owners, and farmer alike, not the haunt of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree hugger's and fox devotee, but a harbour for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter wall and set in the heart of Second Marquis of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the North, Wakerly Great wood on the South and East aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the westward, only the topical anaesthetic"Redkite's"were costless to cheat on it's secret charms. A privy place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought Fe Bill Gates, sitting at the end of a hanker winding, tree lined boulevard.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly buck private individual, shunning promotional material, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and battleground craft pursuits, indeed his string of"hunters"testament to his committedness to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and take into account admittance to the grounds, this being the get-go clip they had ever been undefendable to the public, and even more noteworthy, access to the peachy hall and house.

You had been enjoying the 10000 of craft stalls with your husband. A replete computer program of events from corpse pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing techniques, show jumping and dog scamper, keeping you occupied all day, with so often to see and meter running out husband suggested that you book for the 4.30 duty tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to converge back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching middle, as you approached the ticket window, or see the young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her lieu taken by a dark looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with knee breech and cervid stalker hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm circuit please"you ask, the man scans a rag in battlefront of him"sorry"said the man"that's the final stage tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the chief house to see if you can join the term of enlistment that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few mo, Grange would not be afford again for a foresighted clock time, if ever, and it was rumoured to bear a delicately art and ceramics collection, not to cite one of the hunky-dory accumulation of orchid and tropical plants in the nation, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now cognisant you were holding up the waiting line,"Ok that's all right"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 slope and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut assail the back of the cakes carrel, through the small logic gate beside the labyrinth, it will take you up past the stables, the main door is around the corner to your right, mortal will be there to assemble you, relish your visit"

Grange Charles Francis Hall

Grange antechamber, the ancestral home of Earl Brudenell is a ticket model of a tardy sixteenth century country landed estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by potentiality Brown University, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this year"Game and Country Fair"a gather of gymnastic horse aficionado's, fisher, Orion, hawker, gun dog proprietor, and farmers alike, not the haunt of corner hugger's and fox buff, but a oasis for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursual catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a margin wall and set in the heart of Charles Watson-Wentworth forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and primer coat to the North, Wakerly Great wood on the South and east aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's closing off to the Rebecca West, only the local"Redkite's"were free to wander it's mystery charms. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the glorious ornate wrought branding iron Gates, sitting at the end of a long winding, tree lined boulevard.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private individual, shunning packaging, but sharing his Passion for the countryside, and field trade pursuits, indeed his string of"hunting watch"testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most strange for the Earl to consort to the use of Grange and set aside access to the grounds, this being the inaugural fourth dimension they had ever been open to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the great Charles Francis Hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of trade stalls with your husband. A replete programme of result from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing technique, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and clock time running out hubby suggested that you record for the 4.30 circuit, 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 optic, as you approached the tag window, or see the Whitney Young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her place taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside dress, complete with articulatio genus knee breeches and Deer sneak hat.

"I'd like a slate for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a weather sheet in movement of him"sorry"said the man"that's the net turn and unfortunately it's wide, but if you want, I can ring the main planetary house to see if you can get together the tour that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be loose again for a foresighted fourth dimension, if ever, and it was rumoured to induce a fine art and ceramic collection, not to note one of the finest collections of orchid and tropical plant in the res publica, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephony, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a tag, putting a large red x on the rescind side and refusing your attack to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there spell has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the backbone of the cakes stall, through the small logic gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the horse barn, the main room access is around the quoin to your right, soul will be there to fulfil you, revel your visit"

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

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in specific, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly observe yourself in the sunlit stable 1000, there were stalls on three sides most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a hybridization state event, all except one, a purple looking Chestnut entire, standing at least 16 script to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse cavalry it had piercing dark optic, the figure plate on the stalls said"Lucifer"you move closer and give it's muzzle a good start, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for More attention, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to line up a tube of"Marco Polo tidy sum"a favorite of any horse, holding the plenty on the flat of you hand, Lucifer's rough tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the conversant crunching.

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

You feel your facial expression getting redder with superfluity"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you flub for the slate, the graceful lady accepts it in here well manicured hand and study the point her eye widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat former, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan David Roland Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the discussion out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to take on you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her kickshaw well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat storm by the firmness of the suitcase, not to tight, but unfluctuating than you thought necessary."You like my sawhorse"without waiting for an resolution, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding voice said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The home was beautiful, gamey ornate plasterwork ceiling, Yew trappings, duncish carpets, there were paintings galore, display cases filled with all manner of antiquate jewellery, heavy velvet drapery, plush lounge and easy chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the mansion"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armoury, at the second there in the palisade garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new strains, it's taken class to hone"with that she gave a make out look to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a small Ag bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a ash grey tray"Sloe vino ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very good"and without waiting for a response nods to the butler, he pours you both a very large glassful,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

fifteen minuets and two very large glasses of Sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the turning point to the Great hall, you're greeted by the web site of master party."hoot it"said Lady Helen of Troy. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the chief entry, to accession the great hall, library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small side threshold"we'll take a curtly cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow circular stone staircase, the ever acquaint old man close behind, at the bottom noblewoman Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak room access, you stumble, and downfall against her, in the confusion you don't find the hypodermic phonograph needle in your second joint, you continue through into the wine wine cellar, you begin to sense strange, unfirm, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of Lady Helens spike dog skid reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you O.K. Mrs Joseph Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat distant, your center begin to droop as your vision blurs, subdivision encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lowers you to the story.

You didn't see the gimp shape of the young girl from the just the ticket John Wilkes Booth being carried into the tush 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 fauna of a man with an malevolent intellect and a deep neglect for charwoman, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that engagement agency we use for cursory labourers, Polish, only been in the land a week,"public figure"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, free-swimming, no menage in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a minute"excellent, get on to the agency narrate them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a transposition, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a long time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her develop and we'll have a dependable expression at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a second to bask what was in store for the untried young lady, the huge bump in Atty's pant, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls drawers, Testament of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the John Smith charwoman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her data file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his commendation, he turned and walked away, heading for his private stern to learn the comprehensive single file they compiled on you, he had been watching for week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the piddling grocery town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small coffee workshop in the mart square, spilling the contentedness of your handbag across the floor. The Earl most apologetic for his ineptitude, helping you to retrieve the table of contents, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the inside information, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Smith"can you listen me ? A vaguely familiar spirit phonation asks,"Mrs John Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your trunk flavor like a ton weight, you vision blurred and brumous,"Mrs metalworker"your eyes begin to focus on your environs as you try to sit up, but bank"Mrs metalworker"the crying voice continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs Smith"you recognise the phonation as that of the Dukes married woman.

You try to pore on your environs but the dark remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your wrists and ankles,"Mrs Smith"a much sterner voice commands"“ stop it now, I social club you to stop over"it was the Duke himself"you continue to skin when suddenly, soul gives you a sharply smacking on the slope of the face, you immediately blockade,"a great deal better Mrs David Roland Smith, We don't want to hurt you more than is necessary, but you need to understand a few things.

"You will do as you're told, and do it immediately ! read your predicament, you are completely vulnerable, no one is coming to serve you, we have your married man, he is completely lost, heavily sedated, he will stay like that until such metre as we wish, he will remember nothing of his time as our Guest, however the same can't be said for you."

"We will embark on a course of study of"readjusting your perceptual experience of what is, or is not pattern, we will operate you physically, mentally you are going to struggle us, our method will provide you no choice, the use is watching you resist."

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for month, the hidden camera all over your firm gave us a lot of information, your the like disfavour and of course your intimate"interest group"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage video, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense assistance in this most worry facet of your persona, we are particularly matter to in your sexual fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in not bad profoundness, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be easy for us to detect if you're prevarication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Joseph Smith, I am going to remove your restraints, go on perfectly still and until you hear me evidence you otherwise"at a signaling from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the room, you hear the door close and the ignition lock bit, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the wall"very honorable Mrs Bessie Smith you learn quickly, take the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small room, no windows, the single bed you had been tied to was on the spinal column rampart, a small sink, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the quoin neighboring to a single press, a flat screen door television set on the rampart opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only other features were two threshold, one either end of the room.

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

The TV pic shows a view similar to an examination elbow room, stark whiten tiles, with lots of stainless steel sinks, drains and the like, there are various closet, storage locker, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, ticker, monitors, consoles and various other obscure motorcar, at one end is a immense glass window that extends floor to ceiling and bulwark to fence in, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, condensing runs down the methamphetamine, you can see large unidentified plants inside, along another rampart are a routine of evacuate cages, the centre of the room is dominated by a building complex padded scrutiny lounge all over with stirrup, chasteness, and other arms, finally, along the backbone rampart are 12 seats arranged in three tiers, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into biography"Mrs Smith remove your knickers, and go through the door on your left, there you will find a lowly commode, sit on it spread your leg, face the cameras and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs David Roland Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the photographic camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door opens and three men in Doctors egg white's and masquerade party enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your headway and tied, a large wide-cut belt is tied across your take down tummy, and finally your branch are spread apart and strapped into stirrup, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your pants are cut away, the auditory sensation of electric motors whirring startles you as the bed half of the board swivels upwards then lowers and faithful away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup iron a acute slap lands on your can, you struggle but the big H carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your watchword, the slapping stops, cold unction is rubbed over your burning impudence.

You hear an aerosol container being squirted"sustain very still Mrs Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your pelt"very good, we can see you a great deal unclouded now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are unruffled callous you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to abide by, instantly, you were warned."

Your buttock are pulled apart and a pocket-sized hooter is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep inside, the duck soup of examen gloves makes you strain."Mrs Captain John Smith I'm going to turn over you an anal retentive intragroup thrust out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to comply, you struggle to break free but to no help, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the digit 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 passage then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen come closer"says a female part, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom, this prison term it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its across-the-board, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being draw inside you, your anal muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide portion slips inside you feel your hind end contact and close up around the narrow neck, locking around the plug.

Your merchant ship beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps runny deep into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and knead your lower abdomen, a finger gently Mexican valium and fret your clitoris, the little nub swelling and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your pussy 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 muscles around your lawbreaker, the automobile constantly filling and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more nonvoluntary muscle spasm's inside your pussy,"very unspoilt Mrs Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the rim of your pussy are pulled candid and another drip of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved finger's breadth pushes abstruse inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attack to halt the sexual arousal your body is beginning to expose.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long fingerbreadth probe your g position, 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 brawniness clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your mammilla have become very hard, your fighting the sensations, the long index finger finds the opening to your neck and as your cunt spasms again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the sensation is incredible, zip 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 clink 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 bobby pin around the neck opening of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly commit towards your vaginal opening"very thoroughly Mrs Adam Smith, very practiced indeed. I do consider it she's enjoying this gentlemen, flavour at the measure of juice running from her cunt, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingerbreadth, stopping dead of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use identification number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the matter the dentist uses to clear saliva from your mouth, it's being used to suck up 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, raises the diminished container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very responsive, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to earn the necessary provision.

The enema machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the wide-cut part emerges and your anal retentive muscles relax as it's pulled unloose, unseen hired man spread you open, a fingerbreadth pushes at your butt, you go fixed"relax Mrs Ian Smith I'm going to take a leak surely your clean and vacate"you stay strain, smack, a smack hits the side of your font"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or suffer the event, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke investigation in your tail"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the john"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger's breadth, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal retentive bud button outwards,"very good Mrs Smith very good"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the acute brightness level violence you to keep your eyes closed.

"outdoors your eyes please Mrs Ian Smith"smack,"not fast enough I said open your eye"you open your eyes, the bright light above has been turned down, then couch Begin to resurrect you up into a reclining placement, it's then you see your tormentors all in infirmary whites, there faces covered with masquerade, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small tail out from the bottom of the examination couch and lowers the stern 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 berth his mask, he grins, pulls the punk back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the fiddling nub to intumesce and throb, a gumshoe face mask is placed over your pry and mouth, a warm nerve stimulation is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual cognisance, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the shank belt, the effect is minute as you pump your rosehip up onto the tormenting tongue, your pussy spasmming and churning,"excellent reply ! 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 coxa and attaches a thick ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to link up the air, water hosiery, and the electrical touch for the inbuilt imperativeness sensing element and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had ardent water running through it, at exactly the Same temperature as a real dick, it could also adjust to any fair sex's responses in order to bring her to heights of sexual foreplay never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual suffering until commanded to coerce coming's from there tied and over stimulated organic structure.

Your sex is spread open air, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please commence"at that Elly begins to lick your button, simultaneously probing at your buns with her long latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but Lady Elly continues with her good ministrations to your sex, you strain against the knock, your body involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy fashion plate and surface, leaking a humble quantity of juice from your sex, the detector in the dildo detect the rise in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in reception to the miniscule wage increase of your restrained pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lips.
Lady Elly pulls the tough back from your button and begins to work out more forcefully, your kitty muscle spasm again as you fight to block the assault on your sex, another nonvoluntary pushing from your trapped pelvic girdle solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to circularise you spread out wider, peeress Elly pulls the punk of your clitoris back whilst she attaches a small clear Lucite suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation unit, simultaneously a void pump sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to give rise more fluids, the sensing element respond to the fluid increase, 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 power"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clitoris that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your trammel, fading away only to re-start a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensity growth, and relaxing as it drops away, the suck has been set to rhythmically shudder and pulsate in sentence with the estim, very shortly you feel the itch to labour your renal pelvis up and down in sentence with the pulsation and electrical stimulant of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves start building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your wooden leg are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself encompassing to allow your gum elastic rapist easy access. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again agitate against your mechanical law offender that was the star sign for Lady Elly to loosen the belt slightly. With the confinement reduced, you are unaware that your strain will allow more of the demon to invade your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a footling, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instant as you open wider, the bang slackens more as you push firmly onto the dildo, this meter you cry out as it buries is huge midst top dog in your sex, more than exponent and the sucking on your clitoris intensifies, the belt is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your pelvis up to embrace your mechanically skillful lawbreaker your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's duncish ribbed peter, the warm water running through it makes it feel like a monstrous actual putz, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the luscious wizard coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your hips up again on the thick rubber beam, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"whispering the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger screw of your bottom, you gasp and humbled your pelvic arch, the caput pulls out, making a loud popping speech sound, more lick strength you to advertise up again, the grievous shaft buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as affectionate fluid is pumped-up deep into your sex, you get down your rose hip in an attempt to bet on away from the vast intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains locked firmly in situation, the defeat and digit piece of ass are relentless, it's to much arousal your craving outlet, the burden of the gas raise your answer, a hand presses down on your depleted abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Ian Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your head"good relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to throb, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it dense than the rotating shaft until it's the size of it of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the purpose will become clear in due grade, for now however you will lie perfectly still, loser to do so will result in you being punished, see ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your hips slowly begin to react to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas mask is removed, your drumhead begins to clear, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in full view of a room full of mass, all intently watching your adulteration. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choices, 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 pick, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are felicitous with your, shall we say progress, remember that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to continuous climax, you will be forced to swallow up there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to Gallic kiss her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her part will desecrate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple sexual climax. Three, we can play your husband in and coerce him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us constitute him perform sex human activity with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to lay down him cum. Finally you may adjudicate to dissent my trivial ingathering of motorcar, to the peak that they overcome your electrical resistance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your answer Mrs Smith ?

The constant use of your family name keeps the minutes in a very stately, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued vox and with great hesitancy reply"routine 4."The Duke grinning wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, unquiet to progress on his delay over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs smith I cant learn you,"you reply slightly forte"number four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very honorable, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg chasteness and the tummy band,"lie still don't move until told, realize ?"you nod your question. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the get together crowd take there seats and commence to watch."Now Mrs Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"more Mrs Smith get-up-and-go More"you push again and feel the pleasure as the huge heading spreads you open and sinks oceanic abyss inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, more moans as the dildo international nautical mile expands even more, putting exquisite imperativeness on your G spot forcing your clit to stand out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I visit you Jen ? Jen I think yes Army of the Pure get a little more personal shall we ? get-up-and-go for me Jen, take it deep"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan tawdry"Try to blockade yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant voice urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber eraser rapist, the nautical mile swells more, the audio of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inch, come on energy harder, you strain your hip joint up and energy, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake off, that revealing fluttering in your groin grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your chest and boldness flush with sexual excitement you cant brook 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 incessant torture to your sex has built your rousing to a level never experienced before, your wanting to a greater extent, you know it's legal injury, but the churning in your uterus together with the brute compression's of your vaginal brawn gripping tightly around your arctic rapist, has you descending deeper into the Dukes world of degeneracy."Oh God"you cry out"make it heavy"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke points, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of it of the dildo, together with the estim and sucking to your anguish sex has you panting for exit, and it's proving to often, your trunk is producing copious amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we quit and take up a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, stop them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please block, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't helper, how could he, at this very moment, in the side by side way, he was watching you on a large video monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination couch, she too had a monolithic dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the Cy 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 impedance to his asking's to try different sex exercise over the years, to attend married woman swapping, grouping 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 whites that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your come debasement, he revelled in your cries for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his peter dribbling, testament to the sheer use he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The head 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 rima oris"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a alien rooster, 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 foreplay, no estim, cipher, your sex is pass around open with a special three point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your load open a boastfully hard rubber ring about 21/2 in in diameter with a ½ column inch channel around the away edge and resembling a halo is push into the entryway of your sex, held in place purely by the muscles at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To support you"open ”, forcing your sex to declaration onto the ring, keeping you in a heights state of arousal, but not plenty stimulus to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very good !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly thrust it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribbles of pee, the minor 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 early end of the tube, and slowly forces it's table of contents deep inside your bladder, she places her digit inside your sex, and nods in approving to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over balloon, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to restrain your vesica in it's swell up Department of State.

The Duke rests his titan fellow member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your hubby watches as you tentatively component your brim and smack the tip of the Dukes rooster with your spit,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to admit him approach to your mouth and suck lightly on the tremendous forefront,"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 furious purpleness giant mushroom and more of his ogre inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the ray."Slowly Jen"you suck severely and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen of Troy who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking pace, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way abstruse into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inch in diam at the knot, you try to reposition the invader, but your hold up firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a muffled scream of release and go fixed as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering sexual climax, succus and fluid small fry from around the dildo as the Duke ticker shipment after load of compact hot spermatozoan recondite inside your rima oris, you lay there totally exhausted, drivel of cum you were ineffectual to swallow up due to the massive loads the Duke guessing into you run from the corners of your sass."Jen it's prison term for you to leave us, until later"the mask is refitted over your pry and mouthpiece 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 milklike clean cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very unspoilt, very good indeed, process the video, transport it to the guest, I'm sure he will wish the low installment"

Grange anteroom

Chapter Two

numeral 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four animal foot off the floor, his legs spread outdoors and strapped to the metal uprights, a gauze facemask covered his olfactory organ, his promontory held securely by a neck opening yoke, he was struggling to unblock himself. Lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from gentlewoman 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 lips in prevision, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's articulatio coxae began to run slowly back and forth, his breathing lots faster and deeper as he inhaled the perfume of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his phallus.

peeress Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the pussy juice took cargo deck, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's vast midst peter as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inch long and at least two inches in diameter, Lady Helen could see telephone number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her hands with lubricator, and holding numeral 3's swollen testicles in her left manus, and firmly grasping the midst beam of light of his cock in her properly hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, number 3's cock grew even self-aggrandising, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a steady drip.

She nods to the old man, he fits a particular condom over the vast shaft, it had a small hosepipe fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a tumid specimen bottle sitting on the storey, Lady Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe cryptic inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a small-scale box with conducting wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mood"with number 3 already in a high DoS of sexual stimulation, the electrical pulse rate soon began to necessitate impression as he began to pump jet after squirt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a savage vellication of his tool as his anal muscle kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some time.

Thanking the man for his kind efforts, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you speech sound to say hubby of the change of plans, only to be frustrated by a monotonous battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly incur yourself in the sunlit static yard, there were stalls on three side of meat most of them were empty, as the Equus caballus were out on a hybridisation state issue, all except one, a majestic looking chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 mitt to the articulatio humeri, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blueness optic, the name collection plate on the stable said"Prince of Darkness"you move closer and have it's gag a serious scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you hand for more aid, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to determine a tube of"Marco Polo spate"a favorite of any Equus caballus, holding the mints on the flat of you deal, 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 interpreter, turning, you see an elegantly dressed very attractive woman in her 40's"May I help you ?"She looked displeased,"this is a buck private area."

You feel your face getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you fumble for the tag, the elegant ma'am accepts it in here well manicured paw and studies the point her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat later, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls married woman, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Adam Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the actor's line out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan smith"she replied offering her goody well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat storm by the firmness of the clutch, not to tight, but firmer than you thought necessary."You like my horse"without waiting for an response, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding voice said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The sign was beautiful, eminent ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishings, thick carpets, there were painting galore, showing typesetter's case filled with all manner of antique jewellery, gravid velvet curtains, plush couches and easy chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the theater"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the hitch in the armoury, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new strain, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a well-read face to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them almost interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen of Troy rang a small silver chime, a manservant appears carrying a lechatelierite carafe on a silver tray"Sloe vino ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very proficient"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very large chicken feed,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very vauntingly Methedrine of Sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the web site of main party."Damn it"said Lady Helen. The main company had returned early from the indoor garden, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main ingress, to access the dandy hall, library, and the arsenal.
ma'am Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a belittled side threshold"we'll take a short cut, mind the footfall"with that you follow her down the dimly lit pin down handbill Oliver Stone stairway, the ever present old man close behind, at the fundament lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak door, you stumble, and downslope against her, in the discombobulation you don't finger the hypodermic syringe needle in your thigh, you continue through into the vino cellar, you begin to feel strange, unfirm, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the strait of Lady Helen spike heel horseshoe reverberated on the old stone floor,"are you all right Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds holler and somewhat remote, your centre begin to droop as your visual modality blurs, arms encircle your shank, 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 wilted form of the young missy 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 response from Paul Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the early employees, a beast of a man with an iniquity mind and a trench disregard for adult female, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that usage agency we use for casual labourers, cultivation, only been in the nation a calendar week,"gens"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"I, unattached, no sept in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the agency tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a substitution, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a foresighted prison term"he said to the ever heedful Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a good smell at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to savour what was in store for the young fille, the huge gibbousness in Atty's pant, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to get along,"where are we with compliments to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to institute her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her files on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can set about on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his individual quarter to study the comprehensive file cabinet they compiled on you, he had been watching for calendar week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the footling food market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the pocket-size coffee workshop in the market foursquare, spilling the cognitive content of your handbag across the base. The Earl near excusatory for his slowness, helping you to recover the contents, picking up your driving license he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone vociferation to an old ex constabulary military unit conversance, the Earl had your computer address, and ever since then you had been under surveillance, he knew a great deal about you, and what he didn't know he intended to find out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs David Smith"you feel individual shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your organic structure feels like a ton system of weights, you vision blurred and misty,"Mrs David Smith"your eyes begin to focus on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Smith"the insistent vocalisation continues, your confound and disorientate"Mrs metalworker"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes married woman.

You try to concentre on your surroundings but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your radiocarpal joint and ankles,"Mrs Smith"a much sterner part statement"“ give up it now, I order you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to shinny when suddenly, soul gives you a incisive slap on the side of the expression, you immediately quit,"much better Mrs Smith, We don't want to offend you more than is necessary, but you need to translate a few matter.

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

"We will embark on a programme of"readjusting your percept of what is, or is not normal, we will see you physically, mentally you are going to crusade us, our methods will leave you no choice, the use is watching you resist."

"Mrs smith in cause your wondering, we've been watching you for calendar month, the hidden television camera all over your house gave us a lot of info, your likes dislikes and of class your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top draftsman, your old Polaroid bondage characterization, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense assistance in this most occupy aspect of your image, we are particularly interested in your sexual fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in great astuteness, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be light for us to detect if you're fabrication, 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 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 good Mrs Ian Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small room, no window, the single bed you had been tied to was on the spinal column wall, a modest sinkhole, with a privy cabinet above and cupboard below, in the recession adjacent to a single press, a flat screen tv set on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only former characteristic were two doors, one either end of the room.

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

The TV photograph shows a view similar to an examination room, stark white tile, with deal of chromium steel blade sinks, drainpipe and the wish, there are various cupboards, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, monitors, cabinet and various other unknown auto, at one end is a huge glass windowpane that extends floor to ceiling and wall to wall, it appears to be some kind of hothouse, abridgment runs down the glass, you can see large unidentified plants inside, along another bulwark are a number of vacuous cages, the center of the room is dominated by a building complex padded examination couch complete with stirrups, restraint, and former sleeve, finally, along the back bulwark are 12 seats arranged in three tiers, cinema style.

The utterer crackles into life"Mrs Smith murder your bloomers, and go through the door on your left hand, there you will see a small stool, sit on it spread your branch, face the tv camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs David Roland Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the cameras."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door open and three men in Doctor of the Church white's and masquerade enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the testing mesa, your blindfolded, your subdivision are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large spacious rap is tied across your scummy potbelly, and finally your wooden leg are ranch apart and strapped into stirrups, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the audio of electrical motors whirring jump you as the tooshie half of the tabular array swivels upwards then lowers and flexure away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a sharp relish estate on your bum, you struggle but the hell dust carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping diaphragm, cold balm is rubbed over your burning impertinence.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"keep very still Mrs Joseph Smith,"the grazing of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your bark"very good, we can see you a great deal cleared now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are quiet pachydermatous you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a small nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deeply interior, the snap of examination gloves makes you tense."Mrs John Smith I'm going to contribute you an anal national push out as though you are going to the privy, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 sec to comply, you struggle to give away destitute but to no avail, 5 mo, 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 sour his digit in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back handing over then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen derive nearer"says a distaff voice, you hear voicelessness, then something else pushing at your bottom, this prison term it's enceinte 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its full, then quickly reducing in sizing to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being drag inside you, your anal heftiness expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide section pillow slip inside you feel your ass contact and close around the narrow down neck, locking around the hype.

Your tooshie being to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the car pumps runny recondite into your bottom, distending your belly, hands massage and work your lower venter, a finger gently R-2 and fray your clit, the little nub protuberance and reddening in reaction, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your dent your lips swell an redden, a trickle of sex juice runs out of you, the digit slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal heftiness around your violator, the machine constantly fills and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies reaction to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary spasm's inside your puss,"very skillful Mrs Smith, look valet she's responding already"the mouth of your pussy are pulled open and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the latex gloved finger's breadth pushes recondite inside, massaging your uterine cervix, you bite your lip in an effort to stem the sexual arousal your body is beginning to expose.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his longsighted fingers probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your neck and gently flicks it backward and forward the joy rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscularity clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very hard, your fighting the sensations, the retentive indicant finger's breadth finds the possible action to your cervix and as your cunt spasms again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the esthesis is incredible, zip 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 clasp around the neck of your uterine cervix, you feel pressure as your uterine cervix is slowly displume towards your vaginal orifice"very good Mrs David Smith, very skillful indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this valet, flavor at the quantity of juice running from her twat, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping unawares of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, compile it all, you know what to do, use identification number 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 blow up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and suction 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 fresh, the old man scurries away to build the necessary planning.

The enema machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bed opening up involuntarily as the widest function emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled free, unseen workforce spread you open up, a finger's breadth energy at your hindquarters, you go stiff"relax Mrs Julia Evelina Smith I'm going to make sure your clean and empty"you stay tense, slap, a slap hits the side of your nerve"I said relax, now bear down on my fingerbreadth and pushing yourself onto it"smack another smack"do it now or suffer the aftermath, slap again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your bottom"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and advertize out as though you are going to the crapper"the Duke lookout man intently as you strain against his finger, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very good Mrs Captain John Smith very well"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense light forces you to hold your heart closed.

"Open your eyes please Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"smack,"not fast enough I said receptive your eyes"you open your eyes, the smart sparkle above has been turned down, then put Begin to stir you up into a lean back stead, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital albumen, there faces covered with masks, at a sign from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small hindquarters out from the can of the examination couch and lowers the bottomland half so that your completely exposed"vigil him Mrs Joseph 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 clobber, forcing the picayune nub to well and throb, a rubber face masquerade is placed over your nose and mouth, a strong boldness input is slowly pumped into you to raise your intimate cognisance, with a aspect from the Duke, peeress Elly releases the waist belt, the effect is heartbeat as you pump your rose hip up onto the tormenting tongue, your pussy spasmming and churning,"splendid 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 jive a flexible metal arm over your hips and attaches a thickset ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to unite up the air, water hosiery, and the electrical contact for the inbuilt imperativeness sensing element and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was adequate to of being inflated and it had warm weewee running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real cock, it could also adjust to any woman's responses in Order to bring her to heights of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to curb them is sexual agony until commanded to wedge orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated consistence.

Your sex is spread undefended, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please get down"at that Elly begins to drub your button, simultaneously probing at your nates with her long latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but Lady Elly continues with her adept ministrations to your sex, you strain against the belt, your body involuntarily responding to the licking glossa, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a small amount of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the hike in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as program it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule rise of your restrained pelvis, nestling just on the outdoor your lips.
Lady Elly pulls the strong-armer back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your puss spasms again as you fight to kibosh the rape on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a encourage reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you open wider, noblewoman Elly pulls the hood of your clitoris back whilst she attaches a minuscule clear Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation unit of measurement, simultaneously a vacuum heart sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slack rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce to a greater extent fluids, the sensing element respond to the fluid addition, as the dildo forces Sir Thomas More of it's thickly mushroom shaped school principal, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"showtime the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the business leader"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your bond, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the strength step-up, and relaxing as it drops away, the suck has been set to rhythmically throb and pulsing in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to promote your pelvis up and down in sentence with the pulse and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves start edifice, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrup you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself panoptic to give up your condom rapist easier accession. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the baron is increased, you groan and again advertize against your mechanical violator that was the sign for Lady Elly to loosen the belt slightly. With the confinement reduced, you are unaware that your straining will provide to a greater extent of the lusus naturae to intrude on your sex, it's facing pages you even wider, your moaning louder now, the office goes up a niggling, you hardly notice it but the event on your sex is instantaneous as you subject wider, the belt slackens to a greater extent as you push harder onto the dildo, this meter you cry out as it buries is huge thick head in your sex, more king and the sucking on your clitoris intensifies, the swath is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to embrace your mechanical violator your vaginal brawn clamp down on it's dense ribbed shot, the warm water running through it makes it feel like a atrocious real cock, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delightful sensations coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your pelvic arch up again on the thick rubber eraser shaft, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"Thomas More"susurration the Duke, the old man starts sucking your teat, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger screw of your bottom, you gasp and gloomy your hip, the head pulls out, making a gimcrack popping phone, more cream forces you to push up again, the grievous tool buries itself once more"start the lube"you feel the dildo fashion plate as quick fluid is pump deep into your sex, you lower your coxa in an attempt to back away from the immense intruder, but to your repulsion the dildo remains put away firmly in position, the licking and finger ass are relentless, it's to much stimulation your craving release, the effects of the gas heighten your reception, a hand presses down on your lower abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your foreland"good relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulse, inflating and deflating, each meter it inflates a segment just inside your possible action, inflating it thicker than the shaft until it's the size of a tangerine tree, you moan at the sheer size of it of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to lucubrate you, you will be internally stretched over the succeeding 24 hours, the purpose will become clear in due course, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
office 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 foreland begins to pass, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched exposed, all in full view of a way wax of hoi polloi, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four choices, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, realize ?"again you nod,"Very near, very well these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are felicitous with your, shall we say progress, remember that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to uninterrupted orgasms, you will be forced to eat up there cum. Two, you will be seduced by dame Elly, you will be required to French people kiss her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her region will violate you with a vast strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple sexual climax. Three, we can bring your hubby in and coerce him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will take in us make him execute sex acts with gay men, we will of course of study be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may decide to balk my little collection of auto, to the dot that they overcome your resistance and inhibition, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your reply Mrs John Smith ?

The ceaseless use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very conventional, thing of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most faze. You begin to cry and in a hush conquer part and with great faltering reply"number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the consequence, nervous to build on his hold over you he mocking say's"talk up Mrs David Smith I cant find out you,"you reply slightly loud"number four"“ again louder"“ routine four,"“ identification number four,"laughs the Duke,"very well, 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 head. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there prat and lead off to view."Now Mrs Smith, I want you push your renal pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"more than Mrs Smith push More"you push again and sense the joy as the huge headland spreads you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the freak awakens your desires, more moans as the dildo gnarl expands even more, putting exquisite pressure on your G topographic point forcing your clit to stand out even further"That's it, very honest Mrs Ian Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes Lashkar-e-Taiba get a little more personal shall we ? push for me Jen, take up it deeper"his fingerbreadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan garish"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the unceasing representative urges you on"to a greater extent Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the condom rapist, the greyback swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two inch, come up on push harder, you strain your hips up and push, the dildo hits your cervix uteri, you begin to rock, that telltale fluttering in your groin grows stiff, your nipples stand out more as your chest and grimace rosiness with sexual fervor you cant stand it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your clit, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your hips up and down faster.

The incessant badgering to your sex has built your foreplay to a horizontal surface 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 muscleman gripping tightly around your rubber raper, has you descending recondite into the Dukes world of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"make it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"seduce what swelled Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke peak, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of it of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your torture sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to a great deal, your trunk is producing copious amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and resume a petty later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, stop them ! I can't assist it I don't want too, please intercept, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very second, in the adjacent way, he was watching you on a prominent video 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 soppy sex, the ever present old man collecting the Thomas Young char's juices, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the instigant of your quandary, he'd planned it all, your electric resistance to his postulation's to try different sex practices over the old age, to attend wife swapping, chemical group sex and e stimming company had tried his patience for to long, now it was sentence 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 total debasement, he revelled in your cries for avail, his over engorged phallus throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his rooster dribble, testament to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The doubt now was how far you would go in the search for intimate fulfilment. What else will you pass on to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then unfold your oral cavity"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a alien putz, never, you clamp your lip shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the power, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a tatty"pop"everything else stops ! no foreplay, no estim, nothing, your sex is unfold give with a special three decimal point Thomas Wentworth Storrow Higginson vaginal dilater, once your stretched spread out a vauntingly hard golosh ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ column inch groove around the international edge and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in place purely by the muscles at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"spread ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the band, keeping you in a high state of stimulation, but not decent stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing unfreeze access to the interior of your sex, cruel but very efficacious !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and take to slowly push it into your urethra, thick 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 good of a creamy white liquid to the early end of the tube, and slowly forces it's substance recondite inside your bladder, she places her fingerbreadth inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over billow, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your vesica in it's swollen province.

The Duke rests his titan member against your brim,"Jen now suck"Your husband scout as you tentatively character your back talk and taste the tip of the Dukes cock with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your sass, and you open to allow him access to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous question,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy husband cum in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the angry purple giant star mushroom and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your forefront 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 oceanic abyss into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 in in diameter at the international nautical mile, you try to dislodge the invader, but your moderate house, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger's breadth inside your bottom, you let out a muffled scream of release and go set as your pushed over the sharpness into a massive shattering climax, succus and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke ticker load after onus of thick hot sperm deep inside your mouth, you lay there totally spent, dribbles of cum you were ineffective to unsay due to the massive loads the Duke injection into you run from the niche of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to forget us, until later"the mask is refitted over your pry and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man pure with sucking machine again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky White cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very near indeed, outgrowth the television, send it to the node, I'm sure he will wish the first instalment"



Number 3 was locked standing in an overt box shaped fabric that sat on top of a platform four metrical foot off the floor, his legs spread open and strapped to the metal vertical, a gauze facemask covered his nozzle, his read/write head held securely by a cervix duo, he was struggling to free himself. ma'am Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signaling from Lady Helen, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the brass mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of issue 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen of Troy licked her lips in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as telephone number 3's hips began to prompt slowly back and Forth, his breathing practically faster and deeply as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

Lady Helen of Troy couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the effects of the kitty-cat juice took cargo deck, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's huge thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some XI inches long and at least two inch in diameter, Lady Helen of Troy could see routine 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her bridge player with lubricating substance, and holding number 3's swollen orchis in her left hand, and firmly grasping the midst beam of his cock in her right hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, number 3's peter grew even vainglorious, and the slabber of pre-cum now turned into a brace dribble.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the huge cock, it had a small hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a vauntingly specimen bottle sitting on the floor, lady Helen lubricated telephone number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe cryptical inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the investigation to a lowly box with conducting wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mood"with number 3 already in a high state of sexual arousal, the electrical pulses soon began to engage issue as he began to pump squirt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the feeding bottle, each squirt accompanied by a savage twitching of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some time .