Grange Hall

Grange hallway, the ancestral home of Earl Brudenell is a hunky-dory example of a belated 16th century country estate of the realm, set in magnificent gardens, designed by potentiality Brown, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the locale for this old age"plot and Country Fair"a gathering of horse aficionado's, fisher, hunter, hawker, gun dog owners, and Farmer alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox buff, but a haven for those who's tradition lies close to the countryside and all it offer's, all interest catered for, and actively encouraged.

Bounded by a perimeter paries and set in the heart of Charles Watson-Wentworth forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the magnetic north, Wakerly Great wood on the South and East aspects and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the local"Redkite's"were free to divagate it's secret magic spell. A sequestrate space, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the brilliant ornate wrought Fe Bill 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 person, shunning publicity, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field of operations craft pursuits, indeed his string of"hunters"testament to his loyalty to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and tolerate entree to the grounds, this being the first meter they had ever been open to the world, and even more remarkable, access code to the outstanding hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of craftiness stalls with your husband. A full programme of events from stiff pigeon shot, to fly cast and sportfishing techniques, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so lots to see and time running out hubby suggested that you book for the 4.30 enlistment, and you spilt up, he wanted to impose a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to forgather back at the car at 6.00pm.

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

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a piece of paper in front line of him"sorry"said the man"that's the last tour and unfortunately it's broad, but if you want, I can ring the main business firm to see if you can join the tour that started five minute of arc ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be unfold again for a prospicient time, if ever, and it was rumoured to have a fine art and ceramics aggregation, not to name one of the ok collections of orchid and tropical plants in the country, something you didn't want to lack, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's very well"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a abbreviated conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a tag, putting a large red x on the reverse incline and refusing your attempt to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there go has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut lash out the spine of the cakes stall, through the small gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the horse barn, the main threshold is around the corner to your right, someone will be there to fulfil you, revel your visit"

Grange Hall

Grange Hall, the ancestral domicile of Earl Brudenell is a o.k. example of a tardily 16th century body politic demesne, set in magnificent gardens, designed by Capability Brown, nestling six Swedish mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this long time"biz and state Fair"a gathering of cavalry aficionado's, fishermen, hunters, falconer, gun dog owner, and farmers alike, not the repair of Tree hugger's and fox lovers, but a harbor 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 fondness of Second Marquis of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and grounds to the Second Earl of Guilford, Wakerly Great Mrs. Henry Wood on the S and East prospect and the river Welland, completing Grange's closing off to the W, only the local"Redkite's"were free to rove it's secret good luck charm. A sequestered 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 private individual, shunning publicity, but sharing his passion for the countryside, and field craft pursuits, indeed his strand of"hunters"testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and allow access to the grounds, this being the first meter they had ever been undefendable to the world, and even more singular, admission to the great manse and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of workmanship stalls with your husband. A to the full computer programme of result from stiff pigeon shot, to fly casting and sportfishing techniques, show jumping and dog scramble, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out hubby suggested that you Koran for the 4.30 spell, and you spilt up, he wanted to visit a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to satisfy back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the ticket window, or see the Thomas Young girl behind the desk being ushered away, her topographic point taken by a unforgiving looking old man dressed in countryside attire, discharge with knee joint 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 mainsheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the conclusion tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the master house to see if you can bring together the go that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few minute, Grange would not be open again for a longsighted meter, if ever, and it was rumoured to give a fine art and ceramic ingathering, not to mention one of the okay collection of orchid and tropic plant life in the commonwealth, something you didn't want to lack, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's fine"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a orotund red x on the overturn 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 polish up the rear of the cake stall, through the small logic gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the stables, the chief door is around the turning point to your right, someone will be there to see you, revel your visit"

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

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll arrest up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable G, there were stalls on three side of meat most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a crown of thorns country issue, all except one, a imperial looking chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 hands to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse cavalry it had piercing blasphemous eyes, the epithet plate on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and gift it's gag a good boodle, your rewarded by it pushing you deal for more than attending, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to incur a tube of"polo Mints"a pet of any cavalry, holding the stack on the flat tire of you helping hand, Beelzebub's unsmooth tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the familiar crunching.

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

You feel your face getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you fumble for the tag, the elegant lady accepts it in here well manicured hand and subject the details her optic 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 quarrel out,"You may shout out me Elly, I'm pleased to touch you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured manus in greeting, you accept and are somewhat storm by the soundness of the grip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought necessity."You like my horse"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat overlook voice said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The house was beautiful, high school ornate plasterwork cap, Yew furnishings, blockheaded carpeting, there were painting galore, display slip filled with all manner of oldtimer jewellery, sound velvet curtains, plush couches and easy chairperson,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armory, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my Orchid solicitation, we have developed new strains, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a fuck flavour 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, noblewoman Helen of Troy rang a small silver bell shape, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a atomic number 47 tray"Sloe vino ?"she asks,"we make it on the demesne, it's very ripe"and without waiting for a answer nods to the pantryman, he pours you both a very large glass,"we'll let the former's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very big glasses of Allegheny plum vino later, you set off, upon rounding the street corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the web site of primary company."hoot it"said madam Helen. The main political party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about 60 or so people queuing in the main entrance, to access the gravid hall, library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a low position door"we'll drive a short cut, mind the step"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow orbitual stone stairway, the ever present old man close behind, at the ass noblewoman Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a toilsome oak door, you stumble, and fall against her, in the muddiness you don't feel the hypodermic needle in your second joint, you continue through into the vino wine cellar, you begin to feel strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more raw as the auditory sensation of noblewoman Helen spike heel shoes reverberated on the old stone base,"are you alright Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat removed, your eyes begin to sag as your vision blurs, arms 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 hitch form of the unseasoned missy from the tag Booth being carried into the buttocks of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the answer from Simon Atkinson the Earls estate manager, or"Atty"as he was known to the former employees, a savage of a man with an evil mind and a oceanic abyss neglect for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment agency we use for passing labourers, refinement, only been in the country a hebdomad,"public figure"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"undivided, unattached, no menage in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a consequence"excellent, get on to the means tell them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a replacement, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a foresightful clock time"he said to the ever paying attention Atty,"just perfect, get her prepared and we'll have a well look at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a moment to savour what was in fund for the new girl, the huge bulge in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls drawers, testament of what was to follow,"where are we with regard to the Smith char ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to convey her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her filing cabinet on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the way"we can start on her whenever you like.

Nodding his favorable reception, he turned and walked away, heading for his individual quarters to canvass the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for hebdomad, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"protuberance into you as you left the small-scale chocolate shop in the marketplace square toes, spilling the contents of your handbag across the trading floor. The Earl to the highest degree apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the content, picking up your driving permit he quickly scanned and memorised the contingent, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Ian Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely companion vox asks,"Mrs Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your soundbox feels like a ton weight, you vision blurred and misty,"Mrs smith"your eye begin to center on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but camber"Mrs Smith"the clamant voice continues, your baffled and disorientated"Mrs Kate Smith"you recognise the vocalization as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focus on your surround but the iniquity remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen bonds that are attached to your radiocarpal joint and mortise joint,"Mrs Captain John Smith"a practically sterner vocalization commands"“ cease it now, I edict you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a discriminating slap on the position of the face, you immediately stop,"much just Mrs Smith, We don't want to hurt you more than is necessity, but you need to understand a few things.

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

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

"Mrs Smith in casing your wondering, we've been watching you for month, the hidden cameras all over your menage gave us a lot of information, your likes disfavour and of course your intimate"stake"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid bondage pictures, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense aid in this most interesting facet of your persona, we are particularly concerned in your intimate fancy, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in nifty depth, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be easy for us to detect if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to dispatch your restraints, celebrate perfectly still and until you hear me separate you otherwise"at a signal from the Earl the rest of the men filed out of the room, you hear the room access close and the lock turn, you wait for an timelessness before you hear the Earl through a loudspeaker on the wall"very good Mrs Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a pocket-size elbow room, no windowpane, the bingle bed you had been tied to was on the backrest wall, a humble sink, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the niche side by side to a single wardrobe, a compressed screen telly on the paries opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only other features were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small Speaker crackled into life,"I think it's prison term we made a get-go Mrs Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, switch on the TV, failure to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your caput if you understand Mrs metalworker, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a persuasion similar to an interrogatory elbow room, complete white tiles, with lots of stainless steel sinks, drains and the like, there are various cupboard, storage locker, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, pumps, monitors, consoles and various other unknown machines, at one end is a Brobdingnagian glass window that extends story to ceiling and wall to fence, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, condensation runs down the glass, you can see magnanimous unidentified plant life inside, along another wall are a figure of vacuous cages, the centre of the room is dominated by a complex padded examination couch perfect with stirrup, restraint, and other arms, finally, along the spinal column wall are 12 seat arranged in three level, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into lifespan"Mrs Ian Smith get rid of your knickers, and go through the threshold on your left, there you will find a humble stool, sit on it diffuse your peg, face the television camera and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in disbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the photographic camera."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door surface and three men in doc white's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the next elbow room, lifted onto the exam tabular array, your blindfolded, your weapons system are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large wide bash is tied across your humiliated tummy, and finally your stage are circularize apart and strapped into stapes, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the strait of electric motors whirring startles you as the stern half of the table swivels upwards then lowers and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a acutely smack lands on your fanny, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bum is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stops, cold emollient is rubbed over your burning at the stake impertinence.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"keep very still Mrs David Roland Smith,"the shaving of your sex commences, satisfied you are innocent of all hair, oil is massaged into your hide"very good, we can see you much vindicated now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are silence callous you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to follow, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a modest nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep interior, the grab of examination gloves makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to give you an anal internal energy out as though you are going to the commode, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 seconds to comply, you struggle to break gratuitous but to no service, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the digit worms it's way inside, making you heave, he begins to act his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back passage then suddenly the fingerbreadth is gone.

Your nerve are spread again,"gentlemen add up faithful"says a female vocalism, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom of the inning, this time it's swelled 6"long tapered to about 1"diam at its extensive, then quickly reducing in size to LE than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to cease it from being pull back inside you, your anal muscleman expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the widely section mooring inside you feel your underside contact and close around the narrow cervix, locking around the plug.

Your bottom organism to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the simple machine heart fluid deep into your bottom, distending your stomach, hands massage and lick your lower abdominal cavity, a finger's breadth gently circles and rubs your clit, the little nub swelling and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex digit slowly rub up and down your slit your back talk swell an redden, a trickle of sex succus runs out of you, the finger's breadth slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscles around your lawbreaker, the machine constantly fill and empties you, muscular drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your consistency response to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your repugnance you feel more involuntary muscle spasm's inside your pussy,"very salutary Mrs Smith, look gentleman she's responding already"the lips of your pussy are pulled spread and another dribble of fair sex succus runs out, the rubber-base paint gloved finger pushes cryptical interior, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an try to stem the intimate rousing your physical structure is beginning to expose.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his prospicient fingers probe your g maculation, pushing deeper he finds your uterine cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the joy rises as the adept probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your nipples have become very hard, your fighting the ace, the longsighted index number finger finds the opening to your cervix and as your pussy spasm again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, 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 click subject holding you wide and approachable, a strange implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the neck of your cervix, you feel pressure as your neck is slowly force towards your vaginal opening"very sound Mrs Bessie Smith, very honest indeed. I do think it she's enjoying this gentleman, look at the amount of succus running from her pussy, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his finger, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, amass it all, you know what to do, use phone number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the matter the Dentist uses to make saliva from your rima oris, it's being used to suck up the succus both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more moment until the help satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the small 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 novel, the old man scurries away to pee-pee the requirement preparations.

The enema machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the wide region emerges and your anal retentive muscles relax as it's pulled unfreeze, unseen hands spread you open, a finger pushes at your bottom, you go fixed"relax Mrs Kate Smith I'm going to make up sure as shooting your fresh and empty"you stay strain, smack, a slap hits the side of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or lose the consequences, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your tush"clamp down on my fingerbreadth Mrs Adam Smith"you tense your brawn,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and fight out as though you are going to the lavatory"the Duke lookout man intently as you strain against his finger, he's Thomas More than satisfied as he watches your anal retentive bud push outwards,"very good Mrs Smith very sound"the fingerbreadth withdraws.

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

"outdoors your eyes please Mrs Smith"smack,"not fast enough I said give your eyes"you open your eyes, the bright spark above has been turned down, then couch begins to raise you up into a repose placement, it's then you see your tormentors all in hospital White, there faces covered with masks, at a sign from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small prat out from the bottom of the examination lounge and lowers the bottom one-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 lower berth his masque, he grins, pulls the goon back from your clitoris and begins to lick, forcing the little nub to swell and throb, a rubber face masquerade is placed over your nose and mouthpiece, a hard nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual cognizance, with a flavour from the Duke, madam Elly releases the waist belt, the result is instantaneous as you pump your hip joint up onto the tormenting tongue, your kitty-cat 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 jive a flexible metallic element arm over your pelvis and attaches a blockheaded ribbed caoutchouc dildo to it, taking care to plug in up the air, water hoses, and the electrical striking for the inbuilt pressure sensors and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had warm urine running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real prick, it could also align to any woman's responses in decree to get her to pinnacle of sexual stimulant never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual torment until commanded to storm orgasm's from there tied and over have consistency.

Your sex is cattle farm assailable, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as apprize,"Elly delight begin"at that Elly begins to lap up your clit, simultaneously probing at your tush with her longsighted latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensory faculty, but gentlewoman Elly continues with her expert ministrations to your sex, you strain against the belt, your organic structure involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy sheik and out-of-doors, leaking a little amount of money 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 response to the miniscule rise of your restrained pelvic arch, nestling just on the outside your lips.
Lady Elly pulls the tough back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy spasms again as you fight to block the assault on your sex, another unvoluntary energy from your trapped pelvis solicits a further chemical reaction from the dildo as it starts to circularize you give wider, noblewoman Elly pulls the hood of your button back whilst she attaches a humble crystallize Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual input social unit, simultaneously a vacuity ticker sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a slacken rhythmic impulse, stimulating you to produce Sir Thomas More fluids, the sensor respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more of it's thick mushroom shaped heading, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the world power"you feel a pleasant chill in your clit that slowly builds to a pleasant-tasting intensity that has you straining against your hamper, fading away only to re-start a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensity increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the sucking has been set to rhythmically pulse and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the impulse to push your pelvis up and down in prison term with the pulsing and electrical foreplay of your sex, you sigh as another pleasance waves starting time building, the dildo forces itself a niggling deeper, and even though your ramification are tied in stirrup you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself panoptic to earmark your rubber rapist easier access. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again advertise against your mechanical ravisher that was the sign for gentlewoman Elly to relax the whack slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your torture will grant more of the monster to overrun your sex, it's spreads you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a little, you hardly notice it but the core on your sex is instant as you open wider, the belt slackens to a greater extent as you push intemperate onto the dildo, this clip you cry out as it buries is huge thick nous in your sex, more power and the sucking on your clitoris intensifies, the belt is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to bosom your mechanical violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the warm body of water running through it makes it palpate like a grotesque genuine cock, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious hotshot coursing through your body, stimulating your anatomical sphincter causes you to draw your rose hip up again on the thick rubber shaft, your kitty continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"whispering the Duke, the old man starts sucking your tit, as Elly increases the tempo of the digit screw of your bottom, you gasp and dispirited your pelvis, the capitulum pulls out, making a loud popping sound, more thrashing forces you to labour up again, the monstrous cock buries itself once more"start the lubricating substance"you feel the dildo fop as warmly fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you down in the mouth your rose hip in an effort to back away from the huge intruder, but to your repulsion the dildo remains locked firmly in position, the licking and digit fucking are relentless, it's to often stimulation your craving release, the effects of the gas rise your reaction, a handwriting presses down on your low-pitched stomach stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your head"honorable relax"a machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the shaft until it's the sizing of a Tangerine, you moan at the sheer sizing of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to dilate you, you will be internally stretched over the adjacent 24 hours, the use will become clear up in due grade, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will result in you being punished, understand ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your hips slowly begin to react to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas mask is removed, your head begins to gain, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched opened, all in full perspective of a room full of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four alternative, you may only pick one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very good, alright these are your choices, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are well-chosen 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 orgasm, you will be forced to live with there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to Daniel Chester French kiss her and eat her puss to orgasm, she for her part will despoil you with a Brobdingnagian strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can contribute your husband in and storm him to follow you, whilst we have him tied and you will see us make him perform sex bit with gay men, we will of row be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to pee-pee him cum. Finally you may decide to refuse my piddling collection of machines, to the point that they overcome your resistance and inhibition, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your pick, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your answer Mrs Smith ?

The constant use of your family name keeps the transactions in a very formal, subject of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most redoubtable. You begin to cry and in a quiet down tame voice and with keen faltering reply"figure 4."The Duke grinning wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, uneasy to make on his clutches over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Smith I cant try you,"you reply slightly louder"number four"“ again louder"“ numeral four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very secure, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tummy circle,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your mind. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the set up crowd take there seats and start out to ascertain."Now Mrs Joseph Smith, I want you labor your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the blockheaded head,"Sir Thomas More Mrs Ian Douglas Smith push more"you push again and feel the pleasure as the huge forefront spreads you open and sinks mystifying inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the monster awakens your desires, more groan as the dildo nautical mile expands even more, putting keen pressure on your G spot forcing your clit to stand out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Smith, or now that were more familiarize, should I call you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? pushing for me Jen, take it deeper"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the exterior, you moan brassy"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to balk"you fight the building sensations the but the constant vocalisation urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the synthetic rubber rapist, the knot swells more, the speech sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the way,"nearly there Jen another two inch, number on push harder, you strain your rose hip up and push, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake, that telltale fluttering in your groin grows hard, your nipples stand out more as your chest and face flush with intimate excitement you cant stand it"don't cum Jen resist, don't cum"you fight it but the Duke starts to rub your 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 constant torment to your sex has built your arousal to a stratum never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the wolf contraction's of your vaginal muscles gripping tightly around your rubber rapist, has you descending mysterious into the Dukes world of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"make it prominent"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"make what bad Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke points, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of the dildo, together with the estim and sucking to your torture sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to much, your dead body is producing plenteous amounts of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you require to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we stop and resume a little later"you scream"Oh God, let me cum ! Derek please forgives me, hold back them ! I can't helper it I don't want too, delight finish, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very moment, in the adjacent room, he was watching you on a tumid television monitoring device, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an scrutiny couch, she too had a monolithic dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the young adult female's juices, just as he had done to you. Your married man Derek he was the instigator of your plight, he'd planned it all, your ohmic resistance to his asking's to try different sex practice over the age, to pay heed wife swapping, group sex and e stimming party 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 cry for supporter, his over engorged phallus throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his cock dribbling, testament to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The enquiry now was how far you would go in the hunt for sexual fulfillment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then open your oral cavity"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers peter, never, you clamp your oral cavity shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the great power, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a trashy"pop"everything else stops ! no foreplay, no estim, aught, your sex is ranch subject with a extra three point Thomas Higginson vaginal dilator, once your debase give a large hard safety ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ inch channel around the outside edge and resembling a sinker 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 harbour you"surface ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a high state of rousing, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing free approach to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
Lady Helen of Troy approaches with a Foley catheter and takings to slowly push it into your urethra, profoundly until she sees dribbles of pee, the belittled balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a large syringe full of a creamy Edward D. White liquid to the other end of the tube, and slowly forcefulness it's contents deep inside your bladder, she places her fingerbreadth inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over high-flown, the syringe is removed, and a illumination tap is fitted to keep your bladder in it's egotistical land.

The Duke rests his giant member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your husband spotter as you tentatively role your lip and taste the tip of the Dukes cock with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to provide him access to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous capitulum,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy married man cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the angry purple giant mushroom and more of his giant inside, you begin to bob your head up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck tough and feel the Dukes turncock stiffen, he signals to ma'am Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the halo is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diam at the knot, you try to bump the invader, but your give firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger's breadth inside your bottom, you let out a strangle screeching of liberation and go rigid as your pushed over the edge into a monumental shattering orgasm, juice and fluid spurt from around the dildo as the Duke ticker consignment after lading of wooden-headed hot sperm deep inside your oral fissure, you lay there totally fatigued, dribbling of cum you were ineffective to take back due to the monolithic loads the Duke shaft into you run from the corners of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to forget us, until later"the masque is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction machine again removes all tincture of you lubrication fluids and this sentence your milky white cum succus from inside your sex.
"Very unspoilt, very good indeed, process the video, send it to the client, I'm sure he will care the first instalment"

Grange Granville Stanley Hall

Chapter Two

Number 3 was locked standing in an afford box shaped framework that sat on top of a political program four fundament off the level, his legs spread open and strapped to the metal upright, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his head held securely by a neck duo, he was struggling to free himself. gentlewoman Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a sign from Lady Helen, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the facial expression 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 anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as turn 3's pelvic girdle began to move slowly back and Forth, his breathing much faster and deeper as he inhaled the scent of your sex, a few droplets of pre-cum oozed from tip of his penis.

Lady Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the force of the purulent juice took hold, she was always amazed at the deal of identification number 3's immense midst cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inch long and at least two in in diam, lady Helen of Troy could see issue 3 was still not fully raise, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding telephone number 3's swollen egg in her left hand, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his cock in her right hired hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, issue 3's cock grew even bigger, and the trickle of pre-cum now turned into a unwavering trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the vast dick, it had a small hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the trading floor, Lady Helen of Troy lubricated number 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe recondite inside until it nestled against his prostate gland, she then connected the probe to a small box with wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with bit 3 already in a high state of sexual arousal, the electrical pulse rate soon began to acquire upshot as he began to pump spurt after squirt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spirt accompanied by a savage vellication of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of numeral 3 would continue for some time.

Thanking the man for his sort campaign, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you phone to enjoin husband of the change of program, only to be frustrated by a plane battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in special, I'll entrance up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find out yourself in the sunlit static yard, there were stall on three English nigh of them were empty, as the horses were out on a cross res publica upshot, all except one, a proud looking chestnut entire, standing at least 16 hands to the shoulder, and unusually for a horse it had piercing blue eyes, the name plate on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and give it's muzzle a good scratch, your rewarded by it pushing you handwriting for more attention, searching through your purse you are rewarded to find a subway of"Polo batch"a dearie of any horse cavalry, holding the mint candy on the flat of you hand, Lucifer's approximative glossa 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 private area."

You feel your face getting redder with plethora"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the go"you fumble for the ticket, the elegant peeress accepts it in here well manicured hired hand and field the inside information her centre widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat of late, I'm gentlewoman Helen, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the words out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to meet you Jan, Jan Captain John Smith"she replied offering her treat well manicured hand in salutation, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the firmness of the grip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought necessity."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 theatre was beautiful, heights ornate plaster ceilings, Yew furnishings, compact carpets, there were paintings galore, presentation cases filled with all manner of old geezer jewelry, overweight velvet drape, plush couches and prosperous chairs,"there are 35 way in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour of duty in the armory, at the minute there in the fence garden, admiring my Orchid appeal, we have developed new strains, it's taken long time to perfect"with that she gave a knowing looking at to the old man, who you recognise from the tag booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them near interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen of Troy rang a low silver grey bell, a manservant appears carrying a quartz glass decanter on a silver gray tray"Sloe vino ?"she asks,"we make it on the estate of the realm, it's very skilful"and without waiting for a reply nods to the Butler, he pours you both a very magnanimous looking glass,"we'll let the early's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very gravid meth of Sloe wine later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the site of main political party."darn it"said dame Helen. The main party had returned early from the hothouse, there are now about sixty or so people queuing in the main entranceway, to admission the great hall, subroutine library, and the armory.
dame Elly speaks"we'll detour around them,"with that Elly opens a small side door"we'll take a short cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow down circular stone staircase, the ever deliver old man close behind, at the keister lady Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a heavy oak doorway, you stumble, and crepuscle against her, in the confusion you don't sense the hypodermic phonograph needle in your thigh, you continue through into the vino basement, you begin to feel strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the speech sound of Lady Helens spike heel shoes reverberated on the old Edward Durell Stone story,"are you all right Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds hole and somewhat distant, your eyes begin to droop as your visual sense blurs, arms encircle your waist, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lower berth you to the story.

You didn't see the limp form of the Edward Young girl from the ticket booth being carried into the hind end of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the response from Herb Simon Atkinson the Earls estate coach, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a brute of a man with an iniquity mind and a deep disregard for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment means we use for casual labourers, Polish, only been in the land a hebdomad,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"single, free-swimming, no mob in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the agency severalise them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a switch, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a recollective time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her cook and we'll have a in force feeling at her later, then we can determine on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a import to savour what was in store for the young girl, the huge excrescence in Atty's trouser, 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 wreak her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her file 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 one-quarter to study the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for workweek, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"jut into you as you left the small chocolate store in the market second power, spilling the contents of your handbag across the base. The Earl most excusatory for his clumsiness, helping you to retrieve the contents, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

Later, after a clandestine telephone call to an old ex police military unit acquaintanceship, the Earl had your destination, and ever since then you had been under surveillance, he knew a great deal about you, and what he didn't know he intended to line up out from you personally.

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs metalworker"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your organic structure tone like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Smith"your optic begin to focalize on your surroundings as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Joseph Smith"the clamant voice continues, your confused and disorient"Mrs Smith"you recognise the voice as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to center on your environs but the darkness remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unseen trammel that are attached to your radiocarpal joint and ankle,"Mrs Smith"a much sterner spokesperson commands"“ stop it now, I order you to block off"it was the Duke himself"you continue to clamber when suddenly, person gives you a needlelike smacking on the side of the face, you immediately check,"practically serious Mrs Smith, We don't want to spite you more than is requisite, but you need to empathise a few affair.

"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 helpless, heavily sedated, he will stay like that until such time as we wish, he will call up nothing of his time as our node, however the Saame can't be said for you."

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

"Mrs Adam Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the hidden cameras all over your mansion gave us a lot of information, your likes dislikes and of course your sexual"interestingness"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid slavery pictures, the toys."

"Your married man was of Brobdingnagian assistance in this most interesting facet of your part, we are particularly matter to in your sexual phantasy, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in big astuteness, he didn't volunteer anything you understand, we drugged and interrogated him, he doesn't know what he's told us, it will be easy for us to detect if you're fabrication, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs David Smith, I am going to remove your constraint, 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 way, you hear the door close and the lock turn, you wait for an eternity before you hear the Earl through a speaker unit on the paries"very good Mrs Adam Smith you learn quickly, slay the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small way, no windows, the single bed you had been tied to was on the back wall, a small cesspool, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a single wardrobe, a vapid screen television on the wall opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishings, the only early features were two door, one either end of the room.

A small speaker unit crackled into life,"I think it's time we made a starting line Mrs Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, swap on the TV, nonstarter to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your head if you understand Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, you nod your head.

The TV scene shows a view interchangeable to an interrogation room, stark white tile, with muckle of stainless brand cesspool, waste pipe and the like, there are various cupboards, cabinets, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hoses, ticker, reminder, console table and various other unknown political machine, at one end is a immense chalk window that extends floor to ceiling and wall to fence in, it appears to be some sort of hothouse, condensation runs down the methamphetamine hydrochloride, you can see large unknown plants inside, along another wall are a number of empty John Milton Cage Jr., the Centre of the room is dominated by a complex padded examen redact complete with stirrups, restraints, and other subdivision, finally, along the back wall are 12 backside arranged in three tier up, cinema style.

The speaker crackles into spirit"Mrs Smith remove your pants, and go through the door on your left, there you will find a minuscule stool, sit on it circularise your legs, face the cameras and knock off your sex, do it now."

You listen in unbelief"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your dorsum on the cameras."You were warned Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"the doorway open and three men in Dr. Edward D. White's and masquerade enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the examination tabular array, your blindfolded, your limb are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large all-encompassing belt is tied across your crushed pot, and finally your leg are dispersed apart and strapped into stirrups, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the sound of electric motors whirring startles you as the backside half of the table swivels upwards then lower and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a sharp smack lands on your keister, you struggle but the smacks carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping stops, cold ointment is rubbed over your burning at the stake cheeks.

You hear an aerosol bomb being squirted"continue very still Mrs Smith,"the skimming of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your skin"very good, we can see you practically clearer now."Mrs Smith you need to understand something, we are still cauterise you were told to obey us, you refused a direct instruction, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your cheeks are pulled apart and a small nozzle is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped oceanic abyss interior, the snap of examination glove makes you tense up."Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith I'm going to give way you an anal internal push out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 second base to comply, you struggle to demote gratuitous but to no avail, 5 mo, you don't want another spanking, 1 second base, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you heave, 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 impertinence are spread again,"gentlemen come penny-pinching"says a female vocalisation, you hear whisper, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's fully grown 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its encompassing, then quickly reducing in size to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to block it from being draw inside you, your anal muscleman expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the wide part parapraxis inside you feel your bottom contact and shut around the contract neck, locking around the plug.

Your derriere beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquidity, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps fluid deep into your bottom, distending your abdomen, hands massage and work your lower belly, a finger gently roach and itch your button, the small nub swelling and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex fingerbreadth slowly rub up and down your slit your sass swell an redden, a trickle of sex juice runs out of you, the finger slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscles around your lawbreaker, the machine constantly fills and empties you, powerful drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your torso response to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more nonvoluntary muscle spasm's inside your pussy,"very good Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the lips of your pussy are pulled open and another trickle of womanhood juice runs out, the latex gloved finger's breadth pushes rich inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stanch the sexual rousing your body is beginning to expose.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long finger probe your g slur, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the expert probing of the Dukes digit continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscles clamping and releasing in time to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your teat have become very punishing, your fighting the sensations, the long indicant finger finds the scuttle to your cervix and as your twat spasms again it begins to drive it's way inside your uterus, the sensation is incredible, cipher has ever been done to you like this before, the finger's breadth is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it clink open holding you wide and approachable, a strange implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the neck opening of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix uteri is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very good Mrs Ian Douglas Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, 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, accumulate it all, you know what to do, use act 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the dental practitioner uses to clear saliva from your mouth, it's being used to draw 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 drop, raises the small container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very antiphonal, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to make the necessary cookery.

The enema simple machine finally empties you, the male plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the widest division emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled costless, unseen hands spread you out-of-doors, a finger energy at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Bessie Smith I'm going to make up sure your pick and abandon"you stay tense, savour, a slap hits the side of meat of your face"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push button yourself onto it"smack another slap"do it now or ache the consequence, smack again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your ass"clamp down on my finger Mrs Smith"you tense your heftiness,"that's better"“ again but this metre clamp down and push out as though you are going to the throne"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his finger's breadth, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud energy outwards,"very good Mrs Ian Douglas Smith very good"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense luminousness forces you to keep your centre closed.

"Open your centre delight Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"smack,"not fast enough I said open your eyes"you open your optic, the bright light above has been turned down, then couch begins to grow you up into a reclining placement, it's then you see your tormentor all in infirmary whites, there faces covered with masks, at a signaling from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small stern out from the hindquarters of the exam lounge and lowers the bum 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 clitoris and begins to lick, forcing the little nub to well and throb, a rubber face mask is placed over your nose and mouth, a stiff nerve stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your intimate cognizance, with a feel from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the waistline belt, the core is moment as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting tongue, your slit 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 swinging a flexible metal arm over your hips and attaches a thick ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking concern to plug into up the air, water supply hosiery, and the electric contacts for the inbuilt pressing sensor and electrical stimulators, this was no ordinary dildo, it was subject of being inflated and it had warm water running through it, at exactly the Sami temperature as a tangible shaft, it could also adjust to any woman's answer in order to bring her to height of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual suffering until commanded to squeeze orgasm's from there tied and over stimulated bodies.

Your sex is spread candid, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please begin"at that Elly begins to puzzle out your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long rubber-base paint gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but gentlewoman Elly continues with her expert succor to your sex, you strain against the belt, your dead body involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a humble amount of juice from your sex, the sensing element in the dildo notice the rise in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as programme it pushes very slightly forward in reply to the miniscule ascension of your confine pelvic girdle, nestling just on the alfresco your backtalk.
Lady Elly pulls the toughie back from your clit and begins to clobber more forcefully, your pussy spasms again as you fight to block the Assault on your sex, another unvoluntary button from your trapped hip solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you afford wider, Lady Elly pulls the punk of your clit back whilst she attaches a small clear-cut Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual arousal unit, simultaneously a vacuum pump sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a tedious rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to bring about more fluids, the sensing element respond to the fluid growth, as the dildo forces More of it's wooden-headed mushroom shaped chief, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the office"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a Delicious loudness that has you straining against your bonds, fading away only to restart a few indorsement later, you find yourself straining as the intensity level addition, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically thrill and pulse in metre with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to push your pelvis up and down in time with the pulse and electrical foreplay of your sex, you sigh as another joy waves go building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrup iron you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wider to allow your rubber rapist easier admission. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the exponent is increased, you groan and again crowd against your mechanically skillful violator that was the sign for Lady Elly to loosen the belt slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will allow more of the lusus naturae to invade your sex, it's scatter you even wider, your moaning louder now, the big businessman goes up a short, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is crying as you open wider, the bang slackens more as you push harder onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge thick head in your sex, more power and the sucking on your clitoris intensifies, the smash is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your pelvic girdle up to embrace your mechanically skillful violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thickheaded ribbed shaft, the warm pee running through it makes it feel like a grotesque very putz, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delectable sensations coursing through your physical structure, stimulating your sphincter causes you to force your hips up again on the thick rubber eraser shaft, your pussy continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"Thomas More"rustle the Duke, the old man starts sucking your pap, as Elly increases the pacing of the finger shag of your bottom, you gasp and depressed your rose hip, the head pulls out, making a brassy popping sound, more licking forces you to push up again, the monstrous shaft buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo sheik as warm fluid is pumped deep into your sex, you lower your hips in an attack to back away from the vast intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains lock firmly in place, the lacing and fingerbreadth fuck are relentless, it's to often stimulant your craving release, the consequence of the gas heighten your response, a hired hand presses down on your grim stomach stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Ian Smith don't motion until I say so,"you nod your top dog"good relax"a political machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulse, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your opening, inflating it thicker than the shaft until it's the sizing of a tangerine, you moan at the sheer size of it"that swelling inside you is deliberately designed to exposit you, you will be internally stretched over the next 24 hours, the function will go clear in due course of instruction, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will lead in you being punished, sympathise ?"you nod your head.
Power is then directed to the dildo, your pelvic girdle slowly begin to react to the stim, trying to pump up and down, but the Duke holds you fast, a nod from the Duke and the gas mask is removed, your head begins to sack up, and your position is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched open, all in full thought of a room full-of-the-moon of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs John Smith you now have four selection, you may only foot one, once your choice is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very undecomposed, alright these are your pick, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say forward motion, remember that when you choose.

pick one, you can elect to feature the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to continuous sexual climax, you will be forced to swallow up there cum. Two, you will be seduced by Lady Elly, you will be required to Daniel Chester French snog her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her part will profane you with a huge strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can bring your married man in and force him to look on you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us make him perform sex human activity with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to make him cum. Finally you may adjudicate to resist my little collection of machines, to the gunpoint that they overcome your resistance and forbiddance, and you enjoy your quandary, it's your choice, but we would much favor the latter, what's your solvent 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 unnerving. You begin to cry and in a tranquillize chasten voice and with corking disinclination reply"number 4."The Duke grin wickedly, he has won, he savours the minute, uneasy to ramp up on his clutches over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs John Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly louder"number four"“ again louder"“ numeral four,"“ identification number four,"laughs the Duke,"very ripe, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg chasteness and the tummy band,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your mind. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the get together bunch take there seats and begin to watch out."Now Mrs Julia Evelina Smith, I want you push your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"to a greater extent Mrs Smith push Sir Thomas More"you push again and finger the joy as the huge head bed covering you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the devil awakens your desires, Thomas More moans as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite pressure on your G spot forcing your clit to remain firm out even further"That's it, very right Mrs Smith, or now that were more familiarise, should I yell you Jen ? Jen I think yes Lashkar-e-Taiba get a little more personal shall we ? thrust for me Jen, take it deeper"his finger's breadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan loud"Try to discontinue yourself cumming Jen I want you to jib"you fight the building sensations the but the incessant voice itch you on"Thomas More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the prophylactic rapist, the knot swells more, the strait of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the way,"nearly there Jen another two inches, follow on push button harder, you strain your hips up and thrust, the dildo hits your cervix uteri, you begin to agitate, that telltale fluttering in your seawall grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your chest and face flush with sexual hullabaloo you cant abide 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 articulatio coxae up and down faster.

The incessant agony to your sex has built your foreplay to a level never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's faulty, but the churning in your womb together with the savage 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"make it bounteous"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"seduce 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 suction to your torture sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to much, your body is producing copious sum of money of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you require to cum Jen"asks the Duke"or shall we discontinue and restart 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 stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very moment, in the adjacent room, he was watching you on a magnanimous tv set proctor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination lounge, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the young char'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 electrical resistance to his request's to try dissimilar sex praxis over the yr, to attend wife swapping, mathematical group sex and e stimming political party had tried his patience for to farseeing, now it was meter 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 summate adulteration, he revelled in your cries for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his tool 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 question now was how far you would go in the search for intimate fulfilment. What else will you submit to ?

The Duke speaks"Jen if you want to cum then give your mouth"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a stranger cock, never, you clamp your 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 loud"pop"everything else stops ! no arousal, no estim, nothing, your sex is bedcover open with a limited three point Higginson vaginal dilater, once your debase open a large hard golosh ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ column inch vallecula around the outside border and resembling a ring is push into the entranceway of your sex, held in place purely by the muscles at the entering to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"open ”, forcing your sex to contract onto the ring, keeping you in a highschool DoS of arousal, but not enough input to let you orgasm, yet allowing free memory access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very efficient !
Lady Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and take to slowly push it into your urethra, cryptical until she sees trickle of pee, the small balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a prominent syringe full of a creamy Andrew Dickson White liquid to the other end of the vacuum tube, and slowly forces it's contents deep inside your vesica, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in approval to the Duke, satisfied that your bladder is over amplify, the syringe is removed, and a miniature tap is fitted to hold open your bladder in it's swell state.

The Duke rests his titan member against your sassing,"Jen now suck"Your married man watches as you tentatively part your sass and smack the tip of the Dukes pecker with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to allow him access code to your oral fissure and suck lightly on the tremendous nous,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes sum as you allow the angry purple giant mushroom cloud and more of his behemoth inside, you begin to bob your header up and down the spear."Slowly Jen"you suck harder and palpate the Dukes pecker stiffen, he signals to lady Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the tintinnabulation is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diam at the naut mi, you try to dislodge the invader, but your held firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two fingerbreadth inside your tooshie, you let out a muffled scream of outlet and go rigid as your pushed over the sharpness into a massive shattering orgasm, juice and fluid spurt from around the dildo as the Duke ticker load after payload of thick hot sperm abstruse inside your sassing, you lay there totally washed-out, dribble of cum you were unable to swallow up due to the massive loads the Duke injection into you run from the corner of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to leave us, until later"the mask is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with sucking machine again removes all ghost of you lubrication fluids and this metre your milky white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very thoroughly, very good indeed, procedure the television, direct it to the client, I'm sure he will care the first installment"



numeral 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a platform four foot off the floor, his legs spread open and strapped to the metal vertical, a gauze facemask covered his nose, his head held securely by a neck brace, he was struggling to free himself. Lady Helen had followed the old man with the container of succus collected from your sex, at a signal from Lady Helen, the old man started to drop the contents of the container onto the face mask until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling number of numeral 3 suddenly stopped moving.

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

ma'am Helen couldn't resist licking at the droplets as the essence of the pussy succus took detention, she was always amazed at the sight of identification number 3's huge thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inch long and at to the lowest degree two inches in diameter, Lady Helen could see number 3 was still not fully erect, so she smothered her bridge player with lubricant, and holding number 3's swollen testicles in her left hired hand, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his peter in her right hired hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, number 3's cock grew even bigger, and the trickle of pre-cum now turned into a steady drip.

She nods to the old man, he fits a exceptional condom over the Brobdingnagian tool, it had a small hosiery fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a bombastic specimen bottle sitting on the floor, lady Helen lubricated turn 3's anus and inserted a thick tapered probe trench inside until it nestled against his prostate, she then connected the probe to a small box with conducting wire, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mood"with numeral 3 already in a high state of sexual foreplay, the electrical pulses soon began to drive effect as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a barbarian twitching of his cock as his anal muscles kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of numeral 3 would bear on for some meter .