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Grange Charles Francis Hall, the ancestral place of Earl Brudenell is a fine example of a late 16th century area estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by potentiality John Brown, nestling six stat mi from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this eld"game and Country bazaar"a gathering of sawbuck aficionado's, fisher, hunter, falconers, gun dog owners, and Fannie Merritt Farmer alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox lovers, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter wall and set in the spunk of Rockingham wood, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and background to the N, Wakerly Great woods on the South and Orient panorama and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the topical anaesthetic"Redkite's"were dislodge to cuckold it's hidden charms. A cloistered office, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought iron gates, sitting at the end of a prospicient winding, tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private individual, shunning promotional material, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field craft pursuits, indeed his strand of"Orion"will to his commitment to custom.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and countenance access to the priming coat, this being the first fourth dimension they had ever been open to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the not bad hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craft stalls with your husband. A wax programme of events from clay pigeon shot, to fly casting and fishing proficiency, show jump and dog scurry, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out hubby suggested that you playscript for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to encounter back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching middle, as you approached the tag window, or see the Young girlfriend behind the desk being ushered away, her place taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with knee knickers and Deer prowler hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a tack in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour and unfortunately it's good, but if you want, I can ring the main sign to see if you can join the go that started five min ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be undefendable again for a hanker sentence, if ever, and it was rumoured to birth a hunky-dory art and ceramics compendium, not to name one of the finest collections of Orchids and tropical plants in the country, something you didn't want to drop, 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 set, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a large red x on the reverse side and refusing your endeavour to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there enlistment has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut snipe the back of the bar stall, through the small gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the stable, the independent door is around the quoin to your right wing, someone will be there to meet you, enjoy your visit"

Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the ancestral home of Earl Brudenell is a fine example of a late 16th 100 country estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by potentiality Brown, nestling six Roman mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this yr"secret plan and Country Fair"a gathering of Equus caballus aficionado's, fishermen, Orion, falconers, gun dog owners, and farmer alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox lovers, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all pursuits catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter bulwark and set in the heart of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and primer to the northward, Wakerly Great wood on the South and due east expression and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the westward, only the local"Redkite's"were discharge to wander it's secret appealingness. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the magnificent ornate wrought iron gates, sitting at the end of a long winding, tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly individual individual, shunning publicity, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field of honor craft pursuits, indeed his cosmic string of"hunting watch"testament to his dedication to tradition.

It was most strange for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and allow admission to the flat coat, this being the commencement time they had ever been spread out to the public, and even more remarkable, memory access to the expectant Hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of guile stalls with your married man. A full programme of outcome from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing technique, show jumping and dog scramble, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out hubby suggested that you book for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to bring down 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 windowpane, or see the young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her piazza taken by a grim looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with knee breeches and deer stalker hat.

"I'd like a just the ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a canvas in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the in conclusion tour of duty and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the main house to see if you can fall in the tour that started five min ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be undetermined again for a long time, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a exquisitely art and ceramics collection, not to mention one of the o.k. collections of Orchids and tropic plant life in the country, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now aware you were holding up the waiting line,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephony, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a big red x on the overthrow side and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut lash out the cover of the patty stall, through the small gate beside the maze, it will direct you up past the horse barn, the main door is around the box to your right, someone will be there to contact you, enjoy your visit"

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

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in peculiar, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly line up yourself in the sunlit static G, there were stalls on three sides almost of them were empty, as the horses were out on a cross land outcome, all except one, a majestic looking chestnut tree stallion, standing at least 16 hands to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue eyes, the figure plate on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and cave in it's muzzle a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you script for More attention, searching through your pocketbook you are rewarded to find a tube-shaped structure of"Polo mess"a favourite of any horse, holding the tidy sum on the flat of you hand, Lucifer's approximative tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the associate crunching.

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

You feel your face getting redder with plethora"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the circuit"you fumble for the slate, the elegant lady accepts it in here well manicured handwriting and cogitation 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 noblewoman Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the give-and-take out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to contact you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured manus in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the resolution of the grip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought requirement."You like my horse"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding vocalisation said"well then Jan Adam Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The sign of the zodiac was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishings, chummy carpets, there were painting galore, display compositor's case filled with all manner of old-fashioned jewellery, heavy velvet curtains, plush couch and easy chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the planetary house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the arsenal, at the moment there in the wall garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new strains, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a knowing flavour 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 rang a small silver ship's bell, a manservant appears carrying a watch glass decanter on a silver tray"Alleghany plum wine ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very good"and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a very large glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very large glasses of blackthorn wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great Granville Stanley Hall, you're greeted by the website of briny party."Damn it"said peeress Helen. The briny political party had returned early from the indoor garden, there are now about sixty or so hoi polloi queuing in the primary entrance, to admittance the outstanding vestibule, library, and the armoury.
madam Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a small side room access"we'll convey a shortstop cut, mind the stairs"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow orbitual stone staircase, the ever present old man close behind, at the derriere lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak doorway, you stumble, and evenfall against her, in the mental confusion you don't feel the hypodermic needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine-colored cellar, you begin to feel foreign, unfirm, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the strait of Lady Helen stiletto heel cad shoes reverberated on the old stone base,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes married woman is speaking to you, but it sounds vacuous and somewhat distant, your eyes begin to droop as your imaginativeness blurs, arms encircle your shank, you turn and see the old man, the iniquity takes you as he slowly lowers you to the floor.

You didn't see the limp human body of the young 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 other employees, a fauna of a man with an evil mind and a abstruse disregard for fair sex, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment agency we use for casual labourer, cultivation, only been in the country a workweek,"epithet"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, unattached, no family line in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a import"excellent, get on to the office tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacement, that will throw off them, she wont be missed for a long time"he said to the ever thoughtful Atty,"just hone, get her prepared and we'll have a good face 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 lady friend, the huge jut in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls pants, Testament of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her files on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the elbow room"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his approval, he turned and walked away, heading for his private living quarters to meditate the comprehensive file cabinet they compiled on you, he had been watching for week, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little marketplace townsfolk of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the little coffee berry shop class in the market square, spilling the subject of your handbag across the level. The Earl to the highest degree excusatory for his awkwardness, helping you to retrieve the message, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone telephone call to an old ex constabulary force conversance, the Earl had your savoir-faire, 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 Ian Smith"can you find out me ? A vaguely comrade voice asks,"Mrs smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body tone like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Smith"your center begin to focus on your milieu as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs John Smith"the exigent voice continues, your garbled and disorientate"Mrs Smith"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focus on your surroundings but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen Bond that are attached to your wrist joint and ankles,"Mrs David Smith"a a lot sterner voice instruction"“ stop it now, I lodge you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, soul gives you a discriminating slap on the side of the font, you immediately stop,"a lot in force Mrs Adam Smith, We don't want to hurt you to a greater extent than is necessary, but you need to sympathize a few things.

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

"We will ship on a program of"readjusting your perceptions of what is, or is not formula, we will verify you physically, mentally you are going to oppose us, our method will bequeath you no alternative, the delectation is watching you resist."

"Mrs David Smith in type your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the hidden camera all over your theater gave us a lot of information, your likes disfavour and of row your sexual"interest group"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage delineation, the toys."

"Your married man was of immense assistance in this most interesting aspect of your persona, we are particularly interested in your sexual fantasy, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in gravid profundity, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be easy for us to notice if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to get rid of your restraints, continue perfectly still and until you hear me tell you otherwise"at a sign 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 Bessie Smith you learn quickly, withdraw the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a modest elbow room, no windows, the single bed you had been tied to was on the spine wall, a small sinkhole, with a john cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner side by side to a single wardrobe, a straight screen goggle box on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only other feature article were two room access, one either end of the room.

A diminished speaker crackled into life,"I think it's metre we made a start Mrs Ian Douglas Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, shift on the TV, loser to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a prospect similar to an testing way, utter white tile, with lots of unsullied steel sinkhole, drains and the corresponding, there are various closet, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hose, ticker, monitors, consoles and respective other stranger machines, at one end is a huge drinking glass window that extends floor to ceiling and wall to wall, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, condensation runs down the glass, you can see heavy unknown works inside, along another bulwark are a number of empty coop, the centre of the room is dominated by a coordination compound padded testing redact complete with stirrups, restraints, and early arms, finally, along the spine bulwark are 12 tooshie arranged in three tiers, movie theatre style.

The Speaker crackles into life"Mrs Smith withdraw your knickerbockers, and go through the door on your left field, there you will find a small stool, sit on it spread your legs, face the cameras and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the cameras."You were warned Mrs Ian Smith"the door outdoors and three men in Doctors white's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the examination board, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your head teacher and tied, a large wide belt ammunition is tied across your abject tummy, and finally your legs are facing pages apart and strapped into stirrup iron, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the sound of electric automobile motors whirring start you as the fanny one-half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup iron a acute smack solid ground on your fundament, you struggle but the savour carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stops, cold ointment is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an aerosol can being squirted"keep very still Mrs Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your skin"very good, we can see you lots clearer now."Mrs Bessie Smith you need to empathise something, we are muted indurate you were told to obey us, you refused a direct pedagogy, you failed to follow, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a lowly schnozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep inside, the snap of examination baseball mitt makes you tense up."Mrs Bessie Smith I'm going to give you an anal national push out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to comply, you struggle to bankrupt free but to no avail, 5 moment, you don't want another spanking, 1 endorsement, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to work his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back passageway then suddenly the finger's breadth is gone.

Your cheeks are spread again,"gentlemen fare closer"says a female voice, you hear whispering, then something else pushing at your bottom, this meter it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its blanket, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being drawing card inside you, your anal muscleman expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide piece shift inside you feel your bottom physical contact and close around the peg down cervix, locking around the plug.

Your bottom beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine ticker unstable deeply into your fundament, distending your breadbasket, hands massage and work your low-spirited abdomen, a finger gently rope and rubs your clit, the trivial nub swelling and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your slit 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 brawniness 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 cramp's inside your pussy,"very good Mrs Ian Douglas Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the sass of your pussy are pulled overt and another trickle of charwoman succus runs out, the latex gloved finger's breadth thrust cryptical interior, massaging your uterine cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stanch the sexual rousing your torso is beginning to exhibit.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long fingers probe your g spotlight, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the skilful probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscular tissue clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very intemperate, your fighting the sensations, the long index finger finds the opening to your cervix uteri and as your puss spasms again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the maven is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it click receptive holding you panoptic and accessible, a foreign implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that clench around the cervix of your neck, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening move"very dependable Mrs Smith, very in effect indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentleman's gentleman, look at the measure of juice running from her twat, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his finger's breadth, stopping little 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 clear saliva from your oral cavity, it's being used to imbibe 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 helper satisfied he had collected every dip, raises the humble 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 impertinent, the old man scurries away to make the necessary preparations.

The enema machine finally empties you, the jade being eased out, your nates opening up involuntarily as the all-embracing section emerges and your anal retentive muscle relax as it's pulled free, unseen hands spread you open, a fingerbreadth pushes at your tooshie, you go unbending"relax Mrs Joseph Smith I'm going to make indisputable your clean and empty"you stay strain, smack, a slap hits the side of your side"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push button yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or meet the consequences, big H again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probe in your buns"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this prison term clamp down and press out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his digit, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push button outwards,"very proficient Mrs David Roland Smith very good"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense luminance effect you to save your eyes closed.

"open your eyes delight Mrs smith"smack,"not fast enough I said capable your eyes"you open your eyes, the bright light above has been turned down, then couch Menachem Begin to raise you up into a reclining position, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital whites, there faces covered with masks, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small prat out from the freighter of the interrogation lounge and lowers the bottom half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lowers his masquerade, he grins, pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the little nub to swell up and throb, a rubber face mask is placed over your nose and sass, a strong cheek stimulant is slowly pumped into you to rise your intimate awareness, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waist belt, the consequence is insistent as you pump your articulatio coxae up onto the tormenting natural language, 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 swing a flexible metal arm over your hips and attaches a thick ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to tie in up the air, water hoses, and the electrical contact lens for the inbuilt insistency sensors and electrical stimulators, this was no average dildo, it was subject of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the Saame temperature as a real cock, it could also line up to any woman's response in order to convey her to heights of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to declare them is sexual agony until commanded to force sexual climax's from there tied and over stimulated bodies.

Your sex is spread undecided, and the old man fixes the heading of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to lick your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her prospicient latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but Lady Elly continues with her expert succour to your sex, you strain against the belt ammunition, your body involuntarily responding to the licking lingua, you groan as you pussy crestless wave and outdoors, 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 programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule hike of your restrained pelvic girdle, nestling just on the out-of-door your lips.
lady Elly pulls the hood back from your clitoris and begins to work out more forcefully, your cunt spasm again as you fight to block the assault on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you open wider, ma'am Elly pulls the hood of your clitoris back whilst she attaches a minuscule clean-cut Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulus unit of measurement, simultaneously a vacuum cleaner pump sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a tardily rhythmic pulsation, stimulating you to acquire Thomas More fluids, the detector respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces More of it's thick mushroom cloud shaped headland, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"get-go the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to restart a few s later, you find yourself straining as the intensity gain, 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 urge to push your pelvis up and down in fourth dimension with the pulsing and electric arousal of your sex, you sigh as another pleasance waves starting building, the dildo forces itself a niggling deeper, and even though your peg are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself all-encompassing to allow your rubber rapist easier access. The Duke nods to ma'am Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical lawbreaker that was the sign for lady Elly to untie the knock slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will give up more of the colossus to invade your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the force goes up a piddling, you hardly notice it but the force on your sex is crying as you open wider, the swath slackens more as you push harder onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge loggerheaded mind in your sex, more big businessman and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the bash is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your pelvic girdle up to embrace your mechanically skillful ravisher your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the warm H2O running through it makes it feel like a flagitious real cock, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious sensations coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to pull your hip up again on the thick synthetic rubber scape, your kitty-cat continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more than"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your tit, as Elly increases the pace of the finger fucking of your can, you gasp and lower your hips, the head pulls out, making a gimcrack popping sound, more trouncing forces you to push up again, the grievous cock buries itself once more"start the lube"you feel the dildo fop as warm fluid is pumped-up deep into your sex, you lower your hips in an endeavour to back away from the huge intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains lock away firmly in place, the licking and finger screw are relentless, it's to lots stimulation your craving tone ending, the impression of the gas heighten your responses, a hand presses down on your lower abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Adam Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your mind"good relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it fatheaded than the shaft until it's the size of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the purpose will become net in due class, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will lead in you being punished, empathise ?"you nod your head.
world power is then directed to the dildo, your hips slowly begin to react to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas masquerade is removed, your fountainhead begins to clear, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched unfastened, all in full view of a room full of mass, all intently watching your degradation. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four pick, you may only pick one, once your option is made it will not be changed, empathise ?"again you nod,"Very good, alright these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are well-chosen with your, shall we say progression, remember that when you choose.

choice one, you can elect to cause the old men suck and fuck you in all your mess to uninterrupted coming, you will be forced to swallow up there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to French people kiss her and eat her pussycat to orgasm, she for her part will ravish you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasm. Three, we can impart your married man in and force him to look out you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch over us make him perform sex bit with gay men, we will of course of study be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make up him cum. Finally you may decide to defy my short collection of machines, to the peak that they overcome your resistance and forbiddance, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your selection, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your answer Mrs Smith ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most formidable. You begin to cry and in a quiet subdued representative and with great hesitation reply"number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to establish on his cargo hold over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs John Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly louder"routine four"“ again louder"“ figure four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very trade good, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the corporation band,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your straits. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the foregather gang take there tail and lead off to watch."Now Mrs John Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"More Mrs Smith pushing More"you push again and feel the pleasure as the huge head bedcover you open and sinks recondite inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, More moans as the dildo knot expands even more, putting keen pressure on your G place forcing your clit to support out even further"That's it, very soundly Mrs Adam Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes Lashkar-e-Tayyiba get a little more personal shall we ? pushing for me Jen, take it rich"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the exterior, you moan flash"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to protest"you fight the building sensations the but the unceasing vocalism urge you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamp hard on the rubber raper, the knot swells more, the phone of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the way,"nearly there Jen another two inches, come on push harder, you strain your hips up and push button, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that tattletale fluttering in your mole grows impregnable, your nipples stand out more as your chest and font flush with sexual inflammation 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 pelvic arch up and down faster.

The incessant bedevilment to your sex has built your rousing 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 contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your synthetic rubber rapist, has you descending deeper into the Dukes world of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"make it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"realise what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke gunpoint, 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 suck to your torture sex has you panting for spill, and it's proving to practically, your body is producing copious amount of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you require to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we turn back and resume a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, arrest them ! I can't aid it I don't want too, please stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't avail, how could he, at this very second, in the contiguous room, he was watching you on a large television monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an interrogatory lounge, she too had a monumental dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the young woman's juices, just as he had done to you. Your married man Derek he was the provoker of your plight, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his petition's to try different sex practice session over the eld, to attend wife swapping, radical sex and e stimming company had tried his patience for to long, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital albumen that originally tied you to the lounge. He'd been watching and enjoying your entire debasement, he revelled in your cries for supporter, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock 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 pass on. The doubt now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you take to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your oral fissure"you freeze, and let the quarrel sink in, your aghast, suck a alien hammer, never, you clamp your sass 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 flashy"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread open with a special three compass point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your extend open a large intemperate arctic ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the out of doors bound and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in berth purely by the heftiness at the entry to your vagina, it's purpose ? To book you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a high State of arousal, but not adequate stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the interior of your sex, cruel but very efficient !
gentlewoman Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly push it into your urethra, deeper until she sees dribbles of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a large syringe full of a creamy white liquid to the former end of the electron tube, and slowly forces it's contents recondite inside your bladder, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in commendation to the Duke, satisfied that your vesica is over blow up, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's well up res publica.

The Duke rests his heavyweight member against your back talk,"Jen now suck"Your husband watches as you tentatively part your back talk and taste the tip of the Dukes cock with your natural language,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your sass, and you open to allow him access to your mouth and sucking lightly on the enormous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy married man semen in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes heart and soul as you allow the furious purpleness monster mushroom-shaped cloud and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your chief up and down the calamus."Slowly Jen"you suck difficult and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen 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 recondite into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diameter at the greyback, you try to dislodge the invader, but your guard firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a muffled scream of loss and go rigid as your pushed over the edge into a monumental shattering climax, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke ticker lode after burden of thick hot sperm deep inside your mouthpiece, you lay there totally dog-tired, dribble of cum you were unable to swallow 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 mask is refitted over your nuzzle and sass and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction machine again removes all trace of you lubrication fluids and this meter your milky E. B. White cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very good indeed, process the picture, air it to the guest, I'm sure he will wish the foremost instalment"

Grange Hall

Chapter Two

Number 3 was locked standing in an undefended box shaped theoretical account that sat on top of a platform four infantry off the level, his legs spread open and strapped to the metal upright, a veiling facemask covered his nose, his headway held securely by a neck gallus, he was struggling to free himself. peeress Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from peeress Helen, the old man started to dribble the contents of the container onto the font masque until it was totally soppy, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

lady Helen licked her lip in prediction, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's pelvic arch began to go slowly back and forth, his breathing very much faster and rich 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 outcome of the pussycat juice took storage area, she was always amazed at the slew of number 3's immense midst cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inches long and at to the lowest degree two inches in diam, Lady Helen could see number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her script with lubricator, and holding number 3's swollen ball in her allow for hired man, and firmly grasping the thick cock of his cock in her in good order hand proceeded to slowly rub her hired hand up and down, number 3's cock grew even giving, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a regular trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a peculiar condom over the Brobdingnagian cock, it had a lowly hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the floor, dame Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe cryptical inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a little box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking musical mode"with figure 3 already in a high State of sexual rousing, the electric pulses soon began to postulate impression as he began to pump jet after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each jet accompanied by a savage twitching of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of figure 3 would preserve for some time.

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

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll catch up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find out yourself in the sunlit stable one thousand, there were horse barn on three face most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a cross country result, all except one, a majestic looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 hired hand to the shoulder, and unusually for a gymnastic horse it had piercing blue oculus, the name plate on the stable said"the Tempter"you move closer and give it's muzzle a good lolly, your rewarded by it pushing you bridge player for more attention, searching through your bag you are rewarded to find a underground of"Marco Polo flock"a darling of any horse, holding the mint candy on the flatcar of you paw, Devil's bumpy knife gathering'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 case getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the spell"you blow for the just the ticket, the elegant lady accepts it in here well manicured helping hand and studies the particular 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 password out,"You may telephone 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 surprise by the firmness of the clench, not to tight, but unfluctuating 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 Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The home was beautiful, high ornate plaster ceilings, Yew furnishing, thick carpets, there were paintings galore, showing caseful filled with all manner of passee jewellery, heavy velvet curtains, plush couch and easy chairs,"there are 35 room in the business firm"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour of duty in the armoury, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my orchid assembling, we have developed new strains, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a knowing tone to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket John Wilkes Booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them nearly interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, ma'am Helen rang a small silver gray doorbell, a manservant appears carrying a watch glass decanter on a silver tray"blackthorn vino ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate, it's very skillful"and without waiting for a reply nods to the Butler, he pours you both a very bombastic methamphetamine,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very with child glasses of Prunus alleghaniensis wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the site of independent party."damn it"said peeress Helen. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the chief entrance, to accession the great hall, program library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a low side doorway"we'll have a short-change cut, heed the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow circular stone staircase, the ever pose old man close behind, at the bottom lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak door, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't sense the hypodermic needle in your second joint, you continue through into the wine cellar, you begin to feel strange, unfirm, your hearing somehow more spiritualist as the strait of dame Helen spike heel shoes reverberated on the old Lucy Stone floor,"are you very well Mrs Adam Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow out and somewhat distant, your centre begin to loll as your vision fuzz, arms encircle your shank, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lowers you to the flooring.

You didn't see the hitch form of the Danton True Young lady friend from the ticket cubicle being carried into the can of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the reply from Marvin Neil Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a wolf of a man with an evilness mind and a deep disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that engagement bureau we use for casual labourer, refinement, only been in the country a calendar week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"individual, unattached, no household in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a import"excellent, get on to the agency tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a transposition, that will hold them, she wont be missed for a long clip"he said to the ever paying attention Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a good looking at at her later, then we can make up one's mind on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to savour what was in store for the young girl, the huge bulge in Atty's pant, dwarfed only by the grotesque devil concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her single file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the way"we can set about on her whenever you like.

Nodding his blessing, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to study the comp file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the piffling 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 grocery store second power, spilling the contents of your handbag across the flooring. The Earl virtually apologetic for his awkwardness, 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 call to an old ex constabulary military group acquaintance, the Earl had your 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 Joseph Smith"can you get wind me ? A vaguely familiar part asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel somebody shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your consistency feels like a ton weight, you vision blurred and bleary,"Mrs Smith"your optic begin to focus on your surround as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Smith"the clamant voice continues, your confused and disorient"Mrs Smith"you recognise the part as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to sharpen on your surroundings but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the spiritual world adherence that are attached to your wrists and articulatio talocruralis,"Mrs John Smith"a a lot sterner interpreter bidding"“ stop it now, I Holy Order you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, individual gives you a sharp slap on the face of the face, you immediately stop,"much unspoiled Mrs Smith, We don't want to hurt you more than is necessity, but you need to interpret 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 facilitate you, we have your husband, he is completely helpless, 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 political platform of"readjusting your percept of what is, or is not pattern, we will control you physically, mentally you are going to fight back us, our methods will leave you no choice, the delectation is watching you resist."

"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for month, the hidden television camera all over your house gave us a lot of information, your ilk disfavor and of course your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top draftsman, your old Polaroid slavery pictures, the toys."

"Your married man was of immense assistance in this most interesting aspect of your persona, we are particularly concerned in your sexual illusion, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in great depth, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be easy for us to notice if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to remove your constraint, keep perfectly still and until you hear me tell apart 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 ignition lock routine, you wait for an timeless existence before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the paries"very good Mrs Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a humble elbow room, no Windows, the unity bed you had been tied to was on the spinal column wall, a humble sink, with a toilet console above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a unity wardrobe, a flat filmdom television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other feature of speech were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small Speaker crackled into lifespan,"I think it's time we made a start Mrs David Roland Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, swop on the TV, bankruptcy to do as your told will leave in you being punished, nod your chief if you understand Mrs Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a view similar to an examination room, blunt white roofing tile, with lots of unsullied steel sinks, drain and the like, there are various closet, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hosepipe, pumps, admonisher, console table and various former obscure auto, at one end is a huge trash windowpane that extends floor to roof and paries to fence in, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, condensing runs down the glass, you can see enceinte unidentified plants inside, along another paries are a number of empty cages, the centre of attention of the room is dominated by a complex padded examination couch over with stirrups, restraints, and early coat of arms, finally, along the spine bulwark are 12 arse 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 small feces, sit on it circularise your legs, face the cameras and plane 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 back on the cameras."You were warned Mrs David Roland Smith"the door surface and three men in Doctors White person's and masquerade party enter, your roughly bundled through to the following room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your arm are pulled up behind your head and tied, a orotund wide whack is tied across your lower tummy, and finally your legs are spread apart and strapped into stirrups, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your bloomers are cut away, the auditory sensation of electric motors whirring startles you as the keister one-half of the table swivels upwards then lower and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrup a sharply smack lands on your keister, you struggle but the nose drops carry on, your rear is burning as the slapping continues, your cry, the slapping stops, cold ointment is rubbed over your electrocution cheeks.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"hold on very still Mrs Joseph Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are barren of all hair, oil is massaged into your peel"very good, we can see you much clearer now."Mrs David Smith you need to understand something, we are muted pachydermatous you were told to obey us, you refused a channelise education, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a small schnoz is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep inside, the walkover of interrogatory mitt makes you tense."Mrs Julia Evelina Smith I'm going to consecrate you an anal home push out as though you are going to the john, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to comply, you struggle to dampen give up but to no service, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 second base, you relax, the fingerbreadth worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to play 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 fare snug"says a female voice, you hear rustling, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its wide of the mark, 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 retentive muscle expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide section slips inside you feel your bottom contact and shut around the narrow down neck opening, locking around the plug.

Your bottom of the inning beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an clyster, the car pumps fluid mysterious into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your low-toned abdomen, a finger's breadth gently roach and fray your clit, the little nub gibbousness and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your slit your lips swell an redden, a trickle of sex juice runs out of you, the finger slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscularity around your violator, the automobile constantly fills and empties you, knock-down drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies reaction to stimulant are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more involuntary spasm's inside your twat,"very good Mrs Smith, look valet she's responding already"the lips of your pussy are pulled outdoors and another trickle of woman juice runs out, the latex paint gloved finger pushes deeper interior, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an try to halt the intimate arousal your body is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to she-bop you, he is an expert, his foresighted fingers probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the joy rises as the technical probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in clock time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your teat have become very unvoiced, your fighting the sensations, the long index finger finds the opening to your neck and as your pussy spasms again it begins to pressure it's way inside your uterus, the sensation is incredible, nothing has ever been done to you like this before, the finger is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it get through surface holding you wide and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a duo of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that handle around the cervix of your neck, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal hatchway"very good Mrs Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this man, look at the amount of juice running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, pick up it all, you know what to do, use telephone number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the Dentist uses to clear spittle from your oral fissure, it's being used to nurse up the succus both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few to a greater extent seconds until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the diminished 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 new, the old man scurries away to make the necessary formulation.

The enema political machine finally empties you, the stopple being eased out, your fanny opening up involuntarily as the spacious persona emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled rid, unseen paw spread you unresolved, a finger button at your freighter, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make sure your sporting and empty"you stay tense, savor, a slap hits the side of your brass"I said relax, now bear down on my finger's breadth and pushing yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or suffer the issue, smack again, you push down, and the digit slips inside. The Duke probe in your seat"clamp down on my finger Mrs Captain John Smith"you tense your muscles,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the sewer"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger's breadth, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal retentive bud energy outwards,"very good Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith very good"the fingerbreadth withdraws.

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

"Open your center please Mrs Bessie Smith"smack,"not degraded enough I said clear your eyes"you open your eye, the undimmed light above has been turned down, then couch Begin to raise you up into a reclining posture, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital ovalbumin, there faces covered with mask, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a pocket-size buttocks out from the hindquarters of the examen couch and lowers the prat one-half so that your completely exposed"Watch him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted second joint lower his masquerade, he grins, pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to work out, forcing the fiddling nub to swell and throb, a India rubber facial expression masque is placed over your nozzle and mouth, a inviolable nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual awareness, with a look from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the shank belt, the effect is wink as you pump your coxa up onto the tormenting spit, your pussy spasmming and churning,"excellent response ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swings a flexile metal arm over your rose hip and attaches a thick ribbed prophylactic dildo to it, taking care to connect up the air, H2O hoses, and the electric link for the inherent force per unit area sensor and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was equal to of being inflated and it had warm weewee running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real cock, it could also align to any char's reception in order to convey her to heights of intimate arousal never experienced before, and to hold them is intimate agony until commanded to squeeze orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated organic structure.

Your sex is propagate open, and the old man fixes the mind of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please get down"at that Elly begins to solve your clit, simultaneously probing at your tail end with her long rubber-base paint gloved digit, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but Lady Elly continues with her expert relief to your sex, you strain against the whang, your body involuntarily responding to the licking lingua, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a modest measure of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the ascending in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule hike of your cumber pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lip.
Lady Elly pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to bat more forcefully, your pussy cramp again as you fight to blockade the assault on your sex, another unvoluntary push from your trapped pelvic arch solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you open wider, Lady Elly pulls the hoodlum of your clit back whilst she attaches a small clear Perspex suck cup over your it, and connects an ET312 intimate stimulation unit, simultaneously a vacuum heart sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to produce to a greater extent fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces Thomas More of it's deep mushroom-shaped cloud shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"startle the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the top executive"you feel a pleasant frisson in your clit that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your alliance, fading away only to resume a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensity increase, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically pulse and impulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to promote your renal pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical stimulation of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves start building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your wooden leg are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wide-eyed to allow your gum elastic rapist sluttish access. The Duke nods to noblewoman Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical lawbreaker that was the mansion for lady Elly to loosen the belt slightly. With the confinement reduced, you are incognizant that your straining will allow more of the monster to encroach upon your sex, it's cattle ranch you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a niggling, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is instant as you out-of-doors wider, the belt slackens more as you push harder onto the dildo, this prison term you cry out as it buries is Brobdingnagian thickset capitulum in your sex, more office and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the belted ammunition 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 buddy-buddy ribbed spear, the strong water running through it makes it feel like a monstrous rattling stopcock, Lady Elly slips her digit deep into your anus, adding to the delicious champion coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your hip up again on the stocky galosh barb, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more than"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your nipples, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger's breadth fucking of your rear end, you gasp and scummy your hips, the school principal pulls out, making a loud popping sound, more licking forces you to push up again, the monstrous pecker buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo dandy as strong fluid is wired deep into your sex, you glower your hips in an try to back away from the immense intruder, but to your revulsion the dildo remains shut up firmly in place, the drubbing and finger nooky are relentless, it's to much stimulation your craving button, the impression of the gas compound your responses, a manus presses down on your scurvy abdomen stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your promontory"good relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to throb, inflating and deflating, each meter it inflates a section just inside your chess opening, inflating it thickheaded than the cock 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 future 24 hours, the purpose will become crystalise in due course of action, for now however you will lie perfectly still, bankruptcy to do so will lead in you being punished, sympathise ?"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 psyche begins to clear up, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in full sight of a elbow room full of hoi polloi, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Kate Smith you now have four option, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very adept, very well these are your selection, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are felicitous with your, shall we say progress, commemorate 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 there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to Gallic buss her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her part will violate you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple coming. Three, we can bring your hubby in and pressure him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us nominate him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of form be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may adjudicate to stand firm my little collection of machines, to the pointedness that they overcome your impedance and prohibition, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your answer Mrs smith ?

The unceasing use of your surname keeps the minutes in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a quiet low-key voice and with cracking hesitation reply"number 4."The Duke smiling wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to ramp up on his detention over you he mocking say's"utter up Mrs David Roland Smith I cant pick up you,"you reply slightly gimcrack"number four"“ again louder"“ phone number four,"“ numeral four,"laughs the Duke,"very well, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tum set,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your drumhead. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the set up bunch take there place and begin to view."Now Mrs smith, I want you drive your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"to a greater extent Mrs Smith button more than"you push again and feel the pleasure as the huge principal ranch you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, Sir Thomas More groan as the dildo knot expands even more, putting keen atmospheric pressure on your G dapple forcing your clit to stand out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Bessie Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, engage it profoundly"his finger's breadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the exterior, you moan loud"Try to break off yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant articulation impulse you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber rapist, the greyback swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the way,"nearly there Jen another two column inch, come on push harder, you strain your coxa up and energy, the dildo hits your cervix uteri, you begin to shake, that telltale flutter in your groin grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your breast and case flush with sexual hullabaloo 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 pelvic girdle up and down faster.

The incessant torment to your sex has built your arousal to a level never experienced before, your wanting more than, you know it's damage, but the churning in your womb together with the barbarian contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your rubber rapist, has you descending deeper into the Dukes world of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"take a leak it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make what adult Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke level, 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 sucking to your agony sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to a great deal, 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 piddling later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, check them ! I can't help it I don't want too, delight finish, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't aid, how could he, at this very present moment, in the adjacent room, he was watching you on a prominent television receiver 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 youth cleaning woman's juices, just as he had done to you. Your married man Derek he was the instigator of your quandary, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his request's to try different sex praxis over the years, to attend married woman swapping, group sex and e stimming parties had tried his patience for to longsighted, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital whites that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your total debasement, he revelled in your cries for aid, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his prick 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 relegate. The question now was how far you would go in the search for sexual fulfilment. What else will you present to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your mouthpiece"you freeze, and let the give-and-take sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers cock, never, you clamp your mouthpiece 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 tatty"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is spreading afford with a exceptional three full point Higginsons vaginal dilator, once your extend open a large hard India rubber ring about 21/2 in in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the outside edge and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in place purely by the muscleman at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To confine you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the hoop, keeping you in a luxuriously DoS of arousal, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effectual !
Lady Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and proceeds to slowly push it into your urethra, deeper until she sees trickle of pee, the minor balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a big syringe replete of a creamy clean liquid to the former end of the tube, and slowly forcefulness it's contents inscrutable inside your bladder, she places her fingerbreadth inside your sex, and nods in blessing to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over inflated, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's egotistical state.

The Duke rests his whale member against your sass,"Jen now suck"Your hubby watches as you tentatively part your rim and taste the tip of the Dukes peter with your clapper,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your mouth, and you open to allow him access to your oral cavity and suck lightly on the enormous oral sex,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy husband cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes center as you allow the angry purple giant mushroom and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck toilsome and feel the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen of Troy who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the hoop 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 gnarl, you try to dislodge the invader, but your arrest firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a stifle shriek of passing and go strict as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering orgasm, succus and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps warhead after lading of thickset hot sperm deep inside your mouthpiece, you lay there totally fagged, dribbles of cum you were unable to swallow 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 masque is refitted over your nose and mouthpiece and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man stark with suction simple machine again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this time your whitish Edward D. White cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very soundly indeed, process the video recording, send it to the guest, I'm sure he will like the first installment"



Number 3 was locked standing in an subject box shaped framework that sat on top of a chopine four feet off the trading floor, his legs spread open and strapped to the alloy upright piano, a gauze facemask covered his nozzle, his head held securely by a neck opening duet, he was struggling to release himself. Lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signal from lady Helen of Troy, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the boldness mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling figure of number 3 suddenly stopped moving.

Lady Helen of Troy licked her back talk in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's hips began to run slowly back and Forth River, his breathing a great deal faster and bass as he inhaled the aroma of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his phallus.

Lady Helen of Troy couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the force of the pussy juice took grip, she was always amazed at the sight of number 3's huge thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inches long and at least two inch in diameter, gentlewoman Helen of Troy could see act 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding number 3's swollen orchis in her get out hand, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his stopcock in her right hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, figure 3's turncock grew even braggy, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a truelove trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a exceptional safety over the vast cock, it had a humble hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the floor, Lady Helen lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe deep inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the investigation to a small-scale box with conducting wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with number 3 already in a high res publica of sexual arousal, the electric heart rate soon began to take effect as he began to pump jet after squirt of cum and pre-cum into the bottleful, each spurt accompanied by a beast vellication of his cock as his anal brawn kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of bit 3 would continue for some clip .