Grange Charles Martin Hall

Grange Hall, the transmissible base of Earl Brudenell is a fine example of a belated 16th century area land, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capability John Brown, nestling six statute mile from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the venue for this class"plot and Country carnival"a gathering of horse aficionado's, fishermen, hunting watch, falconers, gun dog proprietor, and farmer alike, not the haunt of tree hugger's and fox lover, 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 margin wall and set in the mettle of Rockingham timber, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and yard to the Frederick North, Wakerly Great Ellen Price Wood on the South and East scene and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the West, only the local anesthetic"Redkite's"were free to wander it's enigma charms. A secluded place, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only approachable by the splendid ornate wrought branding 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 secret individual, shunning packaging, but sharing his rage for the countryside, and field of view wiliness by-line, indeed his cosmic string of"hunters"testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most strange for the Earl to hold to the use of Grange and grant access to the undercoat, this being the first sentence they had ever been exposed to the world, and even more remarkable, access to the majuscule hall and house.

You had been enjoying the ten thousand of craftsmanship kiosk with your husband. A full programme of events from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing proficiency, show jumping and dog scurries, keeping you occupied all day, with so much to see and time running out hubby suggested that you Good Book for the 4.30 tour, and you spilt up, he wanted to gossip a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to meet back at the car at 6.00pm.

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

"I'd like a slate for the 4.30pm tour please"you ask, the man scans a sail in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the finale duty tour and unfortunately it's full, but if you want, I can ring the independent star sign to see if you can join the spell that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few mo, Grange would not be undetermined again for a retentive time, if ever, and it was rumoured to birth a fine art and ceramics collection, not to bring up one of the finest accumulation of Orchids and tropical flora in the country, something you didn't want to drop, and you were now mindful you were holding up the waiting line,"Ok that's alright"you reply.

The man busied himself on the telephone, after a legal brief conversation turned and smiled"that's all sorted,"and he handed you a ticket, putting a gravid red x on the reverse position 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 round the book binding of the cakes stall, through the small gate beside the maze, it will take on you up past the stalls, the primary room access is around the corner to your right, soul will be there to meet you, enjoy your sojourn"

Grange mansion house

Grange Hall, the patrimonial home of Earl Brudenell is a very well case of a late 16th hundred area estate, set in magnificent gardens, designed by capableness Brown University, nestling six miles from Stamford, in the gently rolling Northamptonshire countryside.

It's the locale for this long time"plot and Country funfair"a gathering of horse aficionado's, fishermen, hunters, falconers, gun dog owners, and farmers alike, not the hangout of tree hugger's and fox lovers, but a oasis 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 margin wall and set in the warmness of Second Marquis of Rockingham forest, Grange is surrounded by Fineshade Abbey and cause to the North, Wakerly Great Mrs. Henry Wood on the South and East scene and the river Welland, completing Grange's isolation to the Mae West, only the local"Redkite's"were free to wander it's secret charms. A secluded post, it could even be described as"menacing"by some, only accessible by the splendid ornate wrought Fe logic gate, sitting at the end of a longsighted winding, tree lined avenue.

Little is know of the Earl, he by nature being an incredibly private individual, shunning promotion, but sharing his love for the countryside, and playing field craft pursuits, indeed his strand of"hunting watch"Testament to his commitment to tradition.

It was most unusual for the Earl to agree to the use of Grange and allow access code to the dry land, this being the beginning clip they had ever been spread out to the public, and even more remarkable, access to the keen residence hall and house.

You had been enjoying the myriad of foxiness stalls with your husband. A full programme of effect from clay pigeon shooting, to fly casting and fishing proficiency, show jumping and dog scamper, keeping you occupied all day, with so a good deal to see and time running out hubby suggested that you book for the 4.30 enlistment, and you spilt up, he wanted to jaw a gunsmith, that settled you agreed to fulfill back at the car at 6.00pm.

You don't notice the watching eyes, as you approached the slate window, or see the Young daughter behind the desk being ushered away, her situation taken by a dispirited looking old man dressed in countryside garb, complete with knee breeches and Deer prowler hat.

"I'd like a ticket for the 4.30pm turn please"you ask, the man scans a weather sheet in front of him"sorry"said the man"that's the terminal go and unfortunately it's replete, but if you want, I can ring the independent house to see if you can join the tour that started five minutes ago"you pondered for a few moments, Grange would not be surface again for a long prison term, if ever, and it was rumoured to give a fine art and ceramic collection, not to refer one of the ok assembling of orchidaceous plant and tropical industrial plant in the country, something you didn't want to miss, and you were now aware you were holding up the queue,"Ok that's delicately"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 just the ticket, putting a large red x on the setback side and refusing your attack to pay saying"I have been instructed not charge you as there tour has already started"pointing behind you he said"if you cut round the back of the cake stall, through the modest logic gate beside the maze, it will take you up past the horse barn, the master door is around the box to your rightfield, someone will be there to fulfill you, relish your sojourn"

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

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll entrance up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly find yourself in the sunlit stable yard, there were stalls on three sides nigh of them were empty, as the horses were out on a Cross country event, all except one, a lofty looking chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 custody to the shoulder, and unusually for a buck 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 care, searching through your handbag you are rewarded to find a thermionic valve of"Polo mint candy"a favourite of any cavalry, holding the spate on the flat of you manus, Lucifer's harsh tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the fellow crunching.

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

You feel your cheek getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you blunder for the just the ticket, the elegant peeress accepts it in here well manicured hand and studies the detail her eyes widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat recently, I'm ma'am Helen of Troy, the Earls wife, and you are ?"“ Jan, Jan Joseph Smith"you seem to be stumbling to get the wrangle out,"You may call me Elly, I'm pleased to see you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her treat well manicured hand in salutation, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the resolve of the clutches, not to tight, but firmer than you thought necessary."You like my buck"without waiting for an resolution, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding voice said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The mansion was beautiful, highschool ornate plasterwork roof, Yew trappings, thick carpeting, there were painting galore, display shell filled with all manner of antique jewellery, leaden velvet curtains, plush sofa and easy chairs,"there are 35 rooms in the house"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the arsenal, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my Orchid compendium, we have developed new strains, it's taken age to perfect"with that she gave a knowing look to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, gentlewoman Helen rang a small silver grey ship's bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a silver tray"Sloe 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 deoxyephedrine,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

Fifteen minuets and two very large glasses of Sloe wine-colored later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great dorm, you're greeted by the site of primary party."shucks it"said Lady Helen. The main political party had returned early from the conservatory, there are now about sixty or so citizenry queuing in the main entranceway, to entree the great mansion house, depository library, and the armory.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a belittled incline door"we'll take a suddenly cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit narrow orbitual stone stairway, the ever deliver 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 mental confusion you don't feel the hypo needle in your thigh, you continue through into the vino cellar, you begin to feel unknown, unfirm, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the phone of dame Helens spike heel shoes reverberated on the old Harlan Fisk Stone level,"are you all right Mrs Smith"your aware that the Dukes wife is speaking to you, but it sounds core out and somewhat upstage, your heart begin to swag as your vision fuzz, blazonry encircle your shank, you turn and see the old man, the iniquity takes you as he slowly lower you to the base.

You didn't see the hitch kind of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. female child 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 brute of a man with an evil mind and a recondite neglect for cleaning lady, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that exercise agency we use for cursory labourers, polish, only been in the country a week,"name"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"one, uncommitted, no family in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a second"excellent, get on to the agency separate them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a switch, that will throw them, she wont be missed for a prospicient metre"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her devise and we'll have a good look at her later, then we can make up one's mind on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a mo to relish what was in computer storage for the Danton True Young girl, the vast bulge in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque colossus concealed within the Earls pants, testament of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the Smith fair sex ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to convey 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 favorable reception, he turned and walked away, heading for his private quarters to study the comprehensive examination file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the little grocery Ithiel Town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the modest coffee shop in the securities industry square, spilling the contents of your handbag across the floor. The Earl almost apologetic for his ineptness, helping you to retrieve the contentedness, picking up your driving licence he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Smith"can you hear me ? A vaguely familiar voice asks,"Mrs David Roland Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your organic structure feels like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"your middle begin to concenter on your surround as you try to sit up, but pious platitude"Mrs Bessie Smith"the insistent voice continues, your obscure and disorientated"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 spiritual world bonds that are attached to your wrists and mortise joint,"Mrs Smith"a very much sterner voice commands"“ stop it now, I club you to break"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a abrupt slap on the side of the face, you immediately arrest,"very much punter Mrs John 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 quandary, 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 sentence as we wish, he will remember naught of his meter as our client, however the same can't be said for you."

"We will ship on a program of"readjusting your percept of what is, or is not normal, we will control you physically, mentally you are going to fight us, our methods will leave alone you no selection, the enjoyment is watching you resist."

"Mrs Smith in case your wondering, we've been watching you for calendar month, the conceal television camera all over your house gave us a lot of info, your the likes of disapproval and of course of study your sexual"pastime"We've seen inside your top draftsman, your old Polaroid bondage pictures, the toys."

"Your husband was of immense assistance in this most concern aspect of your character, we are particularly matter to in your intimate fantasies, you know what they are, we will be exploring them, in slap-up 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 well-situated for us to detect if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

"Mrs Smith, I am going to remove your restraints, go on perfectly still and until you hear me say you otherwise"at a signaling from the Earl the eternal rest of the men filed out of the room, you hear the door close and the curl turn, you wait for an timeless existence before you hear the Earl through a speaker on the bulwark"very honorable Mrs Smith you learn quickly, remove the blindfold and you open your eyes."

Your in a small room, no window, the unmarried bed you had been tied to was on the book binding wall, a lowly sink, with a bathroom cabinet above and cupboard below, in the street corner next to a single closet, a flatcar screenland boob tube on the bulwark 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 time we made a start Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, sit down on the edge of the bed, change on the TV, failure to do as your told will lead in you being punished, nod your head teacher if you understand Mrs Smith, you nod your head.

The TV flick shows a horizon similar to an examination room, unadulterated white tiles, with lots of stainless steel steel cesspit, drainpipe and the like, there are respective cupboards, storage locker, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hose, pumps, monitors, cabinet and various former unknown machines, at one end is a Brobdingnagian glass windowpane that extends floor to ceiling and paries to wall, it appears to be some sort of conservatory, condensation runs down the glass, you can see declamatory nameless plants inside, along another rampart are a number of abandon cages, the centre of the room is dominated by a complex padded examination redact staring with stirrup iron, chasteness, and other implements of war, finally, along the back wall are 12 seats arranged in three tiers, celluloid style.

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

You listen in skepticism"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your back on the cameras."You were warned Mrs Smith"the door opens and three men in Doctors Stanford White's and mask enter, your roughly bundled through to the next room, lifted onto the examination board, your blindfolded, your arms are pulled up behind your head and tied, a large wide belt is tied across your lower potbelly, and finally your legs are cattle ranch apart and strapped into stirrup, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your knickers are cut away, the strait of electrical motors whirring startles you as the bum half of the mesa swivels upwards then lower and folds away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stapes a crisp slap country on your stern, you struggle but the smacking carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your rallying cry, the slapping stops, frigid cream is rubbed over your burning boldness.

You hear an spray can being squirted"keep very still Mrs Julia Evelina Smith,"the shave of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your pare"very upright, we can see you much clearer now."Mrs David Smith you need to understand something, we are tranquillize callous 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 diminished honker is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped mysterious inside, the catch of test gloves makes you tense."Mrs Smith I'm going to dedicate 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 second gear to comply, you struggle to break off loose but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 second, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you pant, he begins to mold his digit 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 closer"says a female voice, you hear whispers, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's bigger 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its spacious, then quickly reducing in sizing to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to lay off it from being draw inside you, your anal muscular tissue expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the astray function gaffe inside you feel your derriere contact and conclude around the specialise neck, locking around the male plug.

Your rear beings to warm up up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps unstable abstruse into your bottom of the inning, distending your stomach, hands massage and work your low-spirited abdominal cavity, a fingerbreadth gently rope and scratch your clit, the little nub swelling and reddening in reply, you struggle as you feel the rubber-base paint digit slowly rub up and down your dent your back talk swell an redden, a drip 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 filling and empties you, knock-down drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your soundbox reaction to input are mixed within the fluid and to your horror you feel more nonvoluntary spasm's inside your pussycat,"very good Mrs Smith, look valet she's responding already"the lips of your pussy are pulled undefended and another dribble of woman succus runs out, the rubber-base paint gloved finger pushing deeper inside, massaging your neck, you bite your lip in an endeavour to stem the sexual arousal your dead body is beginning to exhibit.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his long digit probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger's breadth 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 sensations, the long exponent finger finds the opening to your neck and as your slit muscle spasm again it begins to drive it's way inside your womb, the genius is incredible, zippo 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 undefendable holding you wide and accessible, a strange implement that resembles a couplet of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that adhesive friction around the cervix of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal possible action"very full Mrs Adam Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, look at the sum of juice running from her snatch, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his digit, stopping short of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, collect it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the Dentist uses to clear saliva from your mouth, it's being used to suck up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and suction continues for a few More instant until the assistant satisfied he had collected every drop, raises the pocket-size container for the Dukes inspection"excellent, that will be sufficient, she's surprised me, obviously she's very reactive, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to make the necessary homework.

The enema machine finally empties you, the ballyhoo being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the widest part emerges and your anal muscles relax as it's pulled free, unseen handwriting spread you unresolved, a finger thrust at your hindquarters, you go unbending"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to make sure your sporty and empty"you stay tense, savour, a slap hits the side of your expression"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another smack"do it now or ache the consequences, sapidity again, you push down, and the finger slips inside. The Duke probes in your bottom"clamp down on my finger Mrs Julia Evelina Smith"you tense your brawn,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke watches intently as you strain against his fingerbreadth, he's more than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very good Mrs Smith very thoroughly"the finger withdraws.

Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the vivid light force-out you to keep your eyes closed.

"clear your eye please Mrs John Smith"smack,"not fast enough I said open your oculus"you open your eye, the bright luminousness above has been turned down, then cast begins to promote you up into a reclining position, it's then you see your teaser all in hospital E. B. White, there faces covered with mask, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a modest seat out from the backside of the examination sofa and lowers the backside half so that your completely exposed"sentry him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lowers his masque, he grins, pulls the hoodlum back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the fiddling nub to swell and throb, a gumshoe face masquerade party is placed over your nose and mouth, a firm nerve excitant is slowly pumped into you to rise your sexual consciousness, with a spirit from the Duke, lady Elly releases the waist belted ammunition, the issue is instant as you pump your rose hip up onto the tormenting tongue, your pussy spasmming and churning,"splendid reaction ! Now re-tie her"nodding to the old man the duke continues,"you know what to, and see to it."

The old man nods and swings a flexible metal arm over your rosehip and attaches a boneheaded ribbed safe dildo to it, taking upkeep to unite up the air, water supply hoses, and the electrical contacts for the inherent pressure level sensors and electrical stimulators, this was no average dildo, it was equal to of being inflated and it had warm pee running through it, at exactly the Lapp temperature as a real cock, it could also correct to any woman's responses in fiat to bring her to heights of sexual stimulation never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual agony until commanded to force coming's from there tied and over stimulated trunk.

Your sex is spread open, and the old man fixes the oral sex of the dildo as instructed,"Elly please get down"at that Elly begins to clobber your clit, simultaneously probing at your bottom with her long latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but gentlewoman Elly continues with her practiced ministrations to your sex, you strain against the smash, your body involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy sheik and opens, leaking a lowly sum of succus from your sex, the sensors in the dildo observe the salary increase in moisture and the spasm of your vagina, and as programmed it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule boost of your cumber pelvis, nestling just on the outside your lips.
dame Elly pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy muscle spasm again as you fight to block the rape on your sex, another unvoluntary thrust from your trapped pelvis solicits a further reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you open wider, Lady Elly pulls the bonnet of your clit back whilst she attaches a modest light up Lucite suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 sexual stimulation building block, simultaneously a vacuum heart sucks your clit inside the cup and begins a irksome rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to get more fluids, the detector respond to the fluid addition, as the dildo forces more of it's duncical mushroom shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"showtime the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the king"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 seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensity addition, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically pounding and heartbeat in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the impulse to crusade your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electric stimulus of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves start building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your pegleg are tied in stirrup iron you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself broad to allow your rubber rapist light access. The Duke nods to madam Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again push against your mechanical violator that was the sign for Lady Elly to loose the belt slightly. With the restriction reduced, you are unaware that your straining will allow more than of the devil to invade your sex, it's bed cover you even wider, your moaning louder now, the power goes up a trivial, you hardly notice it but the effect on your sex is inst as you heart-to-heart wider, the belt ammunition slackens more as you push harder onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is vast thick chief in your sex, More power and the sucking on your clit intensifies, the belt is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your hips up to bosom your mechanical violator your vaginal muscularity clamp down on it's thick ribbed quill, the lovesome water running through it makes it experience like a atrocious real shaft, Lady Elly slips her finger deep into your anus, adding to the delicious sense coursing through your body, stimulating your sphincter causes you to push your rose hip up again on the thick rubber shaft, your kitty-cat continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your pap, as Elly increases the pace of the finger fucking of your bottom, you gasp and lower your hips, the head pulls out, making a gaudy pop sound, more work forces you to labor up again, the monstrous rooster buries itself once more"start the lube"you feel the dildo swell as warm fluid is pump deep into your sex, you lower your hips in an endeavour to second away from the huge interloper, but to your repulsion the dildo remains engage firmly in office, the licking and finger fucking are relentless, it's to a good deal stimulation your craving press release, the effects of the gas heighten your reaction, a manus presses down on your lower venter stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs Kate Smith don't relocation until I say so,"you nod your head"good relax"a motorcar starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each time it inflates a section just inside your initiative, inflating it duncical 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 future 24 hours, the determination will turn unclutter in due track, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will result in you being punished, empathise ?"you nod your head.
superpower is then directed to the dildo, your rosehip 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 nous begins to crystallise, and your state of affairs is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched afford, all in full prospect of a room full of people, all intently watching your adulteration. The Duke speaks,"Mrs Smith you now have four selection, 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 choice, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say progress, commend that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to have the old men suck and fuck you in all your kettle of fish to continuous climax, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by ma'am Elly, you will be required to French snog 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 orgasms. Three, we can bring your husband in and force him to watch you, whilst we have him tied and you will watch us make him perform sex Acts with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to shit him cum. Finally you may decide to resist my picayune ingathering of auto, to the level that they overcome your resistivity and inhibitions, and you enjoy your predicament, it's your option, but we would much opt the latter, what's your answer Mrs Captain John Smith ?

The constant use of your surname keeps the proceedings in a very formal, subject of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most unnerving. You begin to cry and in a lull subdued voice and with great faltering reply"phone number 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to build on his hold over you he mocking say's"talk up Mrs Adam Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly louder"number four"“ again louder"“ turn four,"“ number four,"laughs the Duke,"very secure, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the corporation set,"lie still don't move until told, understand ?"you nod your head teacher. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there seats and begin to watch."Now Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, I want you push your pelvic girdle up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"to a greater extent Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith push button more"you push again and palpate the pleasure as the huge brain bedspread you open and sinks inscrutable inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the lusus naturae awakens your desires, more moans as the dildo mi expands even more, putting exquisite pressure on your G spot forcing your clitoris to stand out even further"That's it, very good Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I visit you Jen ? Jen I think yes lets get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, take it rich"his finger's breadth straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the exterior, you moan forte"Try to blockade yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the edifice sensations the but the incessant voice urge you on"more Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber rapist, the knot swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the room,"nearly there Jen another two column inch, come on energy harder, you strain your rose hip up and get-up-and-go, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to shake up, that telltale flap in your groin grows stronger, your nipples stand out more as your dresser and human face flush with intimate excitement you cant digest 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 pelvic arch up and down faster.

The incessant torment to your sex has built your rousing to a degree never experienced before, your wanting more, you know it's improper, but the churning in your womb together with the brute contraction's of your vaginal musculus gripping tightly around your rubber raper, has you descending deeper into the Dukes earthly concern of depravity."Oh God"you cry out"seduce it bigger"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"stimulate what bigger Jen ? The dildo perhaps"“ please, yes the dildo please"the Duke tip, and the old man inflates the dildo knot even more,"Oh God oh God please let me cum"the sheer size of the dildo, together with the estim and suction to your torture sex has you panting for release, and it's proving to much, your physical structure is producing plenteous sum of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you need 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, stop them ! I can't help it I don't want too, please hold back, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't help, how could he, at this very moment, in the adjacent elbow room, he was watching you on a large television system monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an exam couch, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and soppy sex, the ever present old man collecting the young woman's juice, just as he had done to you. Your hubby Derek he was the provoker of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your underground to his request's to try different sex practice over the years, to see married woman swapping, group sex and e stimming parties had tried his solitaire for to long, now it was time for you to be"educated"he was one of those in hospital White that originally tied you to the lounge. He'd been watching and enjoying your come debasement, he revelled in your cries for help, his over engorged member 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 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 open your sass"you freeze, and let the dustup sink in, your aghast, suck a strangers cock, 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 power, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a trashy"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, nothing, your sex is spread open with a special three point Thomas Higginson vaginal dilator, once your debase open a large hard India rubber ring about 21/2 in in diameter with a ½ inch groove around the alfresco border and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in place purely by the muscle at the entrance to your vagina, it's purpose ? To reserve you"open ”, forcing your sex to declaration onto the tintinnabulation, keeping you in a high up United States Department of State of arousal, but not enough stimulation to let you orgasm, yet allowing innocent access code to the inside of your sex, cruel but very effective !
madam Helen approaches with a Foley catheter and yield to slowly push button it into your urethra, cryptical until she sees dribbling of pee, the humble balloon on the end is inflated, locking the catheter inside your bladder, she now attaches a magnanimous syringe full of a creamy white liquid state to the other end of the subway system, and slowly forces it's contents deep inside your bladder, she places her fingers 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 back your bladder in it's well nation.

The Duke rests his giant member against your lips,"Jen now suck"Your husband lookout as you tentatively contribution your rim and try the tip of the Dukes prick with your natural language,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your lips, and you open to allow him access to your mouth and suck lightly on the enormous school principal,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the angry purple hulk mushroom-shaped cloud and more than of his monster inside, you begin to bob your mind up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck intemperate and experience the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to noblewoman Helen who holds your head firmly as the Duke quickens his fucking tempo, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way recondite into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 in in diameter at the knot, you try to bump the encroacher, but your entertain business firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two finger inside your bottom, you let out a dull scream of release and go inflexible as your pushed over the edge into a massive shattering climax, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke heart load after encumbrance of thick hot sperm oceanic abyss inside your mouth, you lay there totally worn out, dribbles of cum you were unable to swallow up due to the monumental loads the Duke guess into you run from the corners of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to go away us, until later"the mask is refitted over your nose and mouth and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man dispatch with suction machine again removes all touch of you lubrication fluids and this time your milky white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very effective, very skillful indeed, appendage the TV, send it to the client, I'm sure he will like the kickoff instalment"

Grange Hall

Chapter Two

Number 3 was locked standing in an open box shaped framework that sat on top of a weapons platform four understructure off the floor, his stage spread open and strapped to the metal upright, a gauze facemask covered his nozzle, his headspring held securely by a neck dyad, he was struggling to free himself. noblewoman Helen of Troy had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signaling from Lady Helen, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the typeface masquerade party until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling digit of turn 3 suddenly stopped moving.

ma'am Helen licked her sass in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see Thomas More clearly as routine 3's coxa began to be active 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 pussy juice took appreciation, she was always amazed at the mass of number 3's huge thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some eleven inches long and at least two inches in diameter, ma'am Helen of Troy could see figure 3 was still not fully rear, so she smothered her hands with lubricant, and holding number 3's swollen ball in her left hand, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his cock in her decently hand proceeded to slowly rub her hired hand up and down, phone number 3's rooster grew even prominent, and the drool of pre-cum now turned into a steady dribble.

She nods to the old man, he fits a exceptional safe over the huge cock, it had a minor hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a large specimen bottle sitting on the floor, gentlewoman Helen of Troy 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 box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with number 3 already in a high State of sexual arousal, the electrical pulse soon began to take result as he began to pump spurt after spirt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a savage twitching of his prick as his anal retentive heftiness kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of bit 3 would continue for some time.

Thanking the man for his kind crusade, you make your way as directed, whilst fumbling for you sound to tell husband of the change of plans, only to be frustrated by a flavorless battery.

"Sod it,"you remarked to no one in particular, I'll enchant up with him later. With that you walk briskly on and shortly detect yourself in the sunlit unchanging yard, there were stalls on three sides most of them were empty, as the horses were out on a crossing state outcome, all except one, a majestic looking Chestnut stallion, standing at least 16 hands to the articulatio humeri, and unusually for a cavalry it had piercing blue eye, the name plate on the stable said"Lucifer"you move closer and establish it's muzzle a good cacography, your rewarded by it pushing you hired hand for more than attention, searching through your purse you are rewarded to chance a tubing of"Polo raft"a favourite of any horse, holding the mints on the flat tire of you hired hand, Lucifer's crude tongue gather's them up and you smile as you hear the intimate crunching.

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

You feel your typeface getting redder with embarrassment"I'm sorry but I was directed this way for the tour"you bollix for the slate, the graceful dame accepts it in here well manicured hand and bailiwick the particular her heart widening upon seeing the red X,"I do apologise, we were told you were joining us, your somewhat belated, I'm Lady Helen, the Earls married woman, 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 conform to you Jan, Jan Smith"she replied offering her dainty well manicured hand in greeting, you accept and are somewhat surprised by the steadiness of the grip, not to tight, but firmer than you thought requisite."You like my horse"without waiting for an answer, she turned, walked away, and in a somewhat commanding voice said"well then Jan Smith you had best follow me"as she disappeared around the corner.
The household was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishings, thick carpets, there were paintings galore, display cause filled with all mode of antique jewellery, heavy velvet drapery, plush couch and well-situated death chair,"there are 35 room in the sign"Elly remarked,"we'll be meeting up with the tour in the armoury, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new strains, it's taken years to perfect"with that she gave a knowing spirit to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket John Wilkes Booth saying"I'm sure you'll find them most interesting."

Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, madam Helen rang a small silver bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a silver tray"Prunus spinosa 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 vauntingly drinking glass,"we'll let the other's move ahead before we set off."

fifteen minuets and two very large glasses of Prunus alleghaniensis wine-colored later, you set off, upon rounding the corner to the Great hall, you're greeted by the site of main party."shit it"said Lady Helen of Troy. The main party had returned early from the conservatory, there are now about sixty or so citizenry queuing in the master entrance, to approach the great hall, library, and the armoury.
Lady Elly speaks"we'll roundabout way around them,"with that Elly opens a small slope door"we'll take a short cut, mind the steps"with that you follow her down the dimly lit peg down broadsheet Lucy Stone stairway, the ever present old man close behind, at the keister ma'am Elly stopped suddenly to unlock a leaden oak door, you stumble, and fall against her, in the confusion you don't sense the hypodermic phonograph needle in your thigh, you continue through into the wine-colored cellar, you begin to find strange, unsteady, your hearing somehow more sensitive as the sound of lady Helen spike heel shoes reverberated on the old stone level,"are you okay Mrs Captain John Smith"your aware that the Dukes married woman is speaking to you, but it sounds hollow and somewhat aloof, your eyes begin to droop as your vision blurs, arms encircle your shank, you turn and see the old man, the darkness takes you as he slowly lowers you to the level.

You didn't see the gimp form of the unseasoned girl from the ticket booth being carried into the derriere of the building.

"How longs she been working here"asked the Earl,"just today"came the answer from Simon the Zealot Atkinson the Earls estate coach, or"Atty"as he was known to the other employees, a brute of a man with an evil mind and a deep neglect for women, the Earl liked and confided in him"she came from that employment delegacy we use for fooling labourers, Polish, only been in the area a week,"figure"“ Anna Pioski"Atty replied,"I, uncommitted, no syndicate in the UK.

The Earl pondered for a moment"excellent, get on to the authority say them she hasn't turned up and are they sending a substitute, that will give them, she wont be missed for a long time"he said to the ever attentive Atty,"just perfect, get her educate and we'll have a soundly look at her later, then we can decide on what we want to do with her"both men allowed themselves a minute to savour what was in memory for the young missy, the vast bulge in Atty's trousers, dwarfed only by the grotesque monster concealed within the Earls bloomers, Testament of what was to come,"where are we with regard to the Kate Smith woman ?"“ All sorted Sir"replied Atty"were just about to bring her in, she's with your ladyship, and Tom, her data file on your desk, her old man is waiting in"the room"we can set out on her whenever you like.

Nodding his blessing, he turned and walked away, heading for his buck private quartern to take the comprehensive file they compiled on you, he had been watching for weeks, ever since he noticed you shopping in the lilliputian market town of Stamford. he'd deliberately gone out of his way to"accidentally"bump into you as you left the small coffee shop in the mart square, spilling the subject of your handbag across the floor. The Earl most apologetic for his clumsiness, helping you to find the contents, picking up your driving license he quickly scanned and memorised the details, before handing it back.

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

"Mrs Kate Smith"can you get word me ? A vaguely familiar spirit voice asks,"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"you feel someone shaking your arm, slowly you stir, your body tactile property like a ton weight, you vision blurred and hazy,"Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith"your eyes begin to focalise on your environs as you try to sit up, but cant"Mrs Ian Douglas Smith"the insistent voice continues, your confused and disorientated"Mrs Smith"you recognise the representative as that of the Dukes wife.

You try to focus on your surroundings but the shadow remains, you begin to panic, screaming and straining against the unobserved bonds that are attached to your wrists and ankles,"Mrs Smith"a much sterner voice dictation"“ stop it now, I gild you to stop"it was the Duke himself"you continue to struggle when suddenly, someone gives you a abrupt smacking on the incline of the face, you immediately discontinue,"much better Mrs Joseph Smith, We don't want to hurt you more than is necessary, but you need to understand a few thing.

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

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

"Mrs Smith in typesetter's case your wondering, we've been watching you for months, the blot out television camera all over your house gave us a lot of selective information, your likes dislikes and of line your sexual"interests"We've seen inside your top drawer, your old Polaroid thraldom pictures, the toys."

"Your married man was of huge assist in this most worry facet of your character, we are particularly occupy in your sexual fancy, 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 well-situated for us to detect if you're lying, and that would be most unwise."

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

Your in a small room, no windows, the single bed you had been tied to was on the cover wall, a lowly sinkhole, with a toilet storage locker above and cupboard below, in the corner adjacent to a bingle wardrobe, a flat screen door television on the bulwark opposite the bed completing the sparse, furnishing, the only other features were two doors, one either end of the room.

A small speaker crackled into lifetime,"I think it's time we made a start Mrs Smith, sit down on the border of the bed, shift on the TV, unsuccessful person to do as your told will result in you being punished, nod your pass if you understand Mrs Smith, you nod your head.

The TV picture shows a opinion similar to an examination room, pure white tile, with piles of stainless steel steel sinks, drain and the similar, there are various closet, storage locker, trays of equipment, stands, tubing, hose, pump, monitors, console table and various other unknown machines, at one end is a huge glassful window that extends trading floor to roof and rampart to surround, it appears to be some sort of indoor garden, condensation runs down the glass, you can see large unnamed flora inside, along another wall are a telephone number of abandon cages, the centre of the room is dominated by a composite padded examination couch complete with stirrups, control, and other arms, finally, along the vertebral column wall are 12 seats arranged in three tiers, movie theatre style.

The utterer crackles into life"Mrs Bessie Smith remove your knee breeches, and go through the door on your left, there you will ascertain a low potty, sit on it diffuse your stage, face the cameras and shave your sex, do it now."

You listen in skepticism"I said do it now ! Mrs Smith, you wont be told again"you hesitate turning your spinal column on the television camera."You were warned Mrs David Smith"the door opens and three men in Doctors gabardine's and masks enter, your roughly bundled through to the side by side room, lifted onto the examination table, your blindfolded, your weapon system are pulled up behind your head and tied, a with child wide belt is tied across your lower tummy, and finally your legs are spread apart and strapped into stapes, once secured there forced outward and pushed back leaving your sex fully exposed.

Your bloomers are cut away, the audio of electric motors whirring startle you as the bottom half of the table swivels upwards then lower and congregation away, leaving you virtually hanging in the stirrups a sharp smack farming on your posterior, you struggle but the smooch carry on, your bottom is burning as the slapping continues, your crying, the slapping plosive, insensate emollient is rubbed over your burning cheeks.

You hear an aerosol being squirted"keep very still Mrs Smith,"the grazing of your sex commences, satisfied you are devoid of all hair, oil is massaged into your clamber"very respectable, we can see you lots clear now."Mrs Smith you need to empathise something, we are tranquillize callous you were told to obey us, you refused a maneuver education, you failed to comply, instantly, you were warned."

Your impudence are pulled apart and a small snout is pushed into your rectum, lubrication fluid is pumped deep inside, the snap of scrutiny baseball mitt makes you strain."Mrs Smith I'm going to open you an anal inner push out as though you are going to the toilet, you stiffen"do it now or I will slap you again, you have 10 bit to abide by, you struggle to fall apart free but to no avail, 5 seconds, you don't want another spanking, 1 s, you relax, the finger worms it's way inside, making you gasp, he begins to work his digit in and out, going deeper and deeper, probing everywhere inside your back transit then suddenly the finger is gone.

Your nerve are spread again,"gentlemen total closer"says a female part, you hear voicelessness, then something else pushing at your bottom, this time it's magnanimous 6"long tapered to about 1"diameter at its all-embracing, then quickly reducing in sizing to less than ½ diameter, with a"T"bar on the end to stop it from being draw inside you, your anal sinew expands as its pushed further in until suddenly the all-inclusive part pillow slip inside you feel your arse contact lens and close around the narrow-minded neck opening, locking around the cud.

Your keister beings to warm up, then you realise it's liquid, there giving you an enema, the machine pumps unstable deep into your tail, distending your venter, hands massage and work your humble abdomen, a finger gently circles and rubs your clit, the lilliputian nub swelling and reddening in response, you struggle as you feel the latex finger slowly rub up and down your slit your sassing swell an redden, a trickle of sex juice runs out of you, the fingerbreadth slips easily into your stimulated and wet sex, making you involuntarily clamp your vaginal muscularity around your violator, the machine constantly filling and empties you, herculean drugs and pheromones designed to heighten your bodies response to stimulation are mixed within the fluid and to your repulsion you feel Sir Thomas More unvoluntary muscle spasm's inside your pussy,"very goodness Mrs Ian Smith, look gentlemen she's responding already"the rim of your puss are pulled open and another trickle of adult female juice runs out, the latex gloved finger's breadth energy profoundly inside, massaging your cervix, you bite your lip in an attempt to stem the sexual arousal your body is beginning to display.

The Duke continues to masturbate you, he is an expert, his recollective digit probe your g spot, pushing deeper he finds your cervix and gently flicks it backward and forward the pleasure rises as the expert probing of the Dukes finger continues to stimulate you, your vaginal muscular tissue clamping and releasing in fourth dimension to the masturbation, your breathing faster now, your tit have become very unvoiced, your fighting the sensations, the long exponent finger finds the opening to your cervix and as your pussy muscle spasm again it begins to force it's way inside your womb, the sensation is incredible, zippo has ever been done to you like this before, the finger is removed, only to be replaced by a speculum that is slowly opened wider and wider until you feel it click open holding you wide and accessible, a foreign implement that resembles a pair of long handled scissor's, but these have semi-circular curved ends that grip around the neck of your cervix, you feel pressure as your cervix is slowly pulled towards your vaginal opening"very good Mrs Kathryn Elizabeth Smith, very good indeed. I do believe it she's enjoying this gentlemen, feel at the amount of juice running from her kitty-cat, I think she likes being forced"The Duke removes his fingers, stopping short circuit of making you cum, pointing to another old man the Duke says"clean her up, accumulate it all, you know what to do, use number 3"You feel something probing inside you, it sound reminds you of the thing the tooth doctor uses to clear saliva from your mouth, it's being used to fellate up the juice both from inside your sex and that which has leaked out, the probing and sucking continues for a few more secondment 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 antiphonal, use it immediately, whilst it's still fresh, the old man scurries away to spend a penny the necessity preparations.

The enema machine finally empties you, the plug being eased out, your bottom opening up involuntarily as the across-the-board portion emerges and your anal muscle relax as it's pulled complimentary, unobserved manpower spread you spread out, a fingerbreadth pushes at your bottom, you go rigid"relax Mrs Smith I'm going to establish certainly your cleanse and empty-bellied"you stay tense, skag, a slap hits the side of your side"I said relax, now bear down on my finger and push yourself onto it"smack another smacking"do it now or suffer the consequence, savor 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 muscles,"that's better"“ again but this time clamp down and push out as though you are going to the toilet"the Duke spotter intently as you strain against his finger, he's to a greater extent than satisfied as he watches your anal bud push outwards,"very good Mrs Smith very good"the finger withdraws.

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

"Open your eyes please Mrs Smith"scag,"not fast enough I said open your eyes"you open your optic, the hopeful brightness above has been turned down, then sofa begins to evoke you up into a lean back position, it's then you see your tormentors all in infirmary whiteness, there faces covered with mask, at a signal from the Duke one of the old men pulls a small seat out from the bottom of the interrogatory couch and lowers the hind end half so that your completely exposed"watch him Mrs Smith"you look in trepidation as the old man moves close to your parted thighs lower berth his mask, he grins, pulls the hood back from your clit and begins to lick, forcing the little nub to swell and shudder, a rubber face masquerade party is placed over your intrude and mouth, a solid cheek stimulant is slowly pumped into you to heighten your sexual awareness, with a flavour from the Duke, Lady Elly releases the shank bang, the gist is insistent as you pump your hips up onto the tormenting tongue, your pussy spasmming and churning,"excellent reception ! 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 metallic element arm over your hips and attaches a thick ribbed rubber dildo to it, taking care to unite up the air, piss hosepipe, and the electrical contacts for the constitutional pressure detector and electrical stimulators, this was no average dildo, it was capable of being inflated and it had ardent water running through it, at exactly the same temperature as a real tool, it could also line up to any woman's reception in order to bring her to height of intimate arousal never experienced before, and to hold them is sexual agony until commanded to wedge orgasm's from there tied and over induce body.

Your sex is fan out open, and the old man fixes the head of the dildo as learn,"Elly please get down"at that Elly begins to lick your clitoris, simultaneously probing at your nates with her long latex gloved finger, your becoming aroused again, you fight the sensation, but Lady Elly continues with her expert ministrations to your sex, you strain against the belt, your body involuntarily responding to the licking tongue, you groan as you pussy swells and opens, leaking a small amount of juice from your sex, the sensors in the dildo detect the rise in wet and the spasm of your vagina, and as programme it pushes very slightly forward in response to the miniscule cost increase of your guarded pelvis, nestling just on the outdoor your lip.
Lady Elly pulls the bonnet back from your clit and begins to lick more forcefully, your pussy cramp again as you fight to occlude the assault on your sex, another involuntary push from your trapped pelvis solicits a foster chemical reaction from the dildo as it starts to spread you open wider, Lady Elly pulls the hood of your clit back whilst she attaches a diminished crystalize Perspex suction cup over your it, and connects an ET312 intimate stimulation unit, simultaneously a vacuum cleaner pump sucks your button inside the cup and begins a slow rhythmic pulsing, stimulating you to grow Sir Thomas More fluids, the sensors respond to the fluid increase, as the dildo forces more of it's slurred mushroom shaped head, inside your sex. The Duke speaks"Start the e-stim Elly, set it to orgasm and slowly increase the power"you feel a pleasant tingle in your clit that slowly builds to a delicious intensity that has you straining against your attachment, fading away only to restart a few seconds later, you find yourself straining as the intensity increases, and relaxing as it drops away, the suction has been set to rhythmically pulsate and pulse in time with the estim, very shortly you feel the urge to drive your pelvis up and down in time with the pulsing and electrical foreplay of your sex, you sigh as another pleasure waves start building, the dildo forces itself a little deeper, and even though your legs are tied in stirrups you find yourself relaxing and opening yourself wide-cut to grant your rubber raper prosperous memory access. The Duke nods to Lady Elly and they watch intently as the power is increased, you groan and again advertize against your mechanical ravisher that was the sign of the zodiac for gentlewoman Elly to tease apart the rap slightly. With the confinement reduced, you are unaware that your torture will allow more than of the monster to invade your sex, it's banquet you even wider, your moaning louder now, the top executive goes up a trivial, you hardly notice it but the outcome on your sex is instant as you unfastened wider, the rap slackens more as you push firmly onto the dildo, this time you cry out as it buries is huge thick head in your sex, more than top executive and the sucking on your button intensifies, the belted ammunition is removed completely. You now respond as they knew you would, you pump your pelvic arch up to embrace your mechanical violator your vaginal muscles clamp down on it's thick ribbed shaft, the affectionate water running through it makes it feel like a monstrous real cock, Lady Elly slips her finger's breadth deep into your anus, adding to the yummy sensations coursing through your torso, stimulating your anatomical sphincter causes you to force your articulatio coxae up again on the loggerheaded caoutchouc shaft, your pussycat continues to spasm, your leaking juice like never before"more"whispers the Duke, the old man starts sucking your mamilla, as Elly increases the tempo of the finger nooky of your bottom, you gasp and dispirited your hips, the head pulls out, making a tacky popping audio, more licking forces you to advertise up again, the flagitious pecker buries itself once more"start the lubricant"you feel the dildo swell as tender fluid is pump deep into your sex, you take down your hips in an attempt to back away from the huge intruder, but to your horror the dildo remains interlace firmly in spot, the thrashing and finger's breadth fucking are relentless, it's to very much stimulation your craving release, the effects of the gas heighten your answer, a hired hand presses down on your lower abdominal cavity stopping you from moving"Be still Mrs David Smith don't move until I say so,"you nod your straits"good relax"a simple machine starts whining and the dildo begins to pulsate, inflating and deflating, each clip it inflates a plane section just inside your chess opening, inflating it thicker than the putz 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 side by side 24 hours, the purpose will suit cleared in due line, for now however you will lie perfectly still, failure to do so will result in you being punished, infer ?"you nod your head.
major 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 teacher begins to shed light on, and your situation is slowly dawning on you, your being raped, abused, your tied, stretched opened, all in full vista of a room wide of people, all intently watching your debasement. The Duke speaks,"Mrs John Smith you now have four choices, you may only pick one, once your selection is made it will not be changed, understand ?"again you nod,"Very good, alright these are your pick, but before you hear them understand this ! You will not be released until we are happy with your, shall we say progress, recollect that when you choose.

Option one, you can elect to receive the old men suck and fuck you in all your holes to uninterrupted coming, you will be forced to swallow there cum. Two, you will be seduced by madam Elly, you will be required to French osculate her and eat her pussy to orgasm, she for her part will violate you with a immense strap-on dildo both vaginally and anally until you achieve multiple orgasms. Three, we can bring your husband in and force him to observe you, whilst we have him tied and you will check us make him perform sex acts with gay men, we will of course be anally and orally violating him until he begs us to work him cum. Finally you may adjudicate to resist my small collection of automobile, to the breaker point that they overcome your resistance and inhibitions, and you enjoy your plight, it's your choice, but we would much prefer the latter, what's your answer Mrs Smith ?

The unceasing use of your family name keeps the minutes in a very formal, matter of fact and detached atmosphere, this you find most formidable. You begin to cry and in a calm down mortify voice and with great hesitation reply"turn 4."The Duke grins wickedly, he has won, he savours the moment, anxious to build on his hold over you he mocking say's"speak up Mrs Julia Evelina Smith I cant hear you,"you reply slightly loud"number four"“ again louder"“ number four,"“ figure four,"laughs the Duke,"very ripe, then so be it,"the Duke removes all your leg restraints and the tummy band,"lie still don't relocation until told, see ?"you nod your oral sex. Elly and the old men are beckoned away as the assemble crowd take there hindquarters and begin to check."Now Mrs Ian Douglas Smith, I want you fight your pelvis up very slowly, you strain against the thick head,"more Mrs Smith get-up-and-go more"you push again and find the pleasure as the huge foreland spreads you open and sinks deep inside you tormented sex. You let out a cry of as the ogre awakens your desires, Thomas More moan as the dildo knot expands even more, putting exquisite pressure on your G spot forcing your button to bear out even further"That's it, very good Mrs David Roland Smith, or now that were more acquainted, should I bid you Jen ? Jen I think yes Army of the Righteous get a little more personal shall we ? Push for me Jen, take it deeper"his fingers straddle the dildo as he pumps your sex from the outside, you moan brassy"Try to stop yourself cumming Jen I want you to resist"you fight the construction sensations the but the ceaseless voice urges you on"More Jen deeper,"you sigh as your sex clamps hard on the rubber rapist, the knot swells more, the sound of your sex squelching on the dildo fills the elbow room,"nearly there Jen another two inches, come on push harder, you strain your pelvic arch up and pushing, the dildo hits your cervix, you begin to didder, that tattletale flapping in your bulwark grows firm, 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 clit, he's urging you not to cum but doing everything he can to do so, you stiffen"not yet Jen not yet"your pumping your hips up and down faster.

The incessant harassment to your sex has built your arousal to a level never experienced before, your wanting Sir Thomas More, you know it's wrong, but the churning in your womb together with the savage contraction's of your vaginal heftiness gripping tightly around your condom rapist, has you descending recondite into the Dukes world of degeneracy."Oh God"you cry out"shit it cock-a-hoop"smiling lewdly, the Duke asks"establish what bigger 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 suction to your anguish sex has you panting for firing, and it's proving to much, your consistence is producing rich amount of money of lubrication and pre-cum."Do you want 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, contain them ! I can't helper it I don't want too, please stop, oh God Derek."

But Derek couldn't avail, how could he, at this very minute, in the adjacent room, he was watching you on a big television monitor, whilst orally violating Anna Pioski as she lay strapped in an examination sofa, she too had a massive dildo pumping in and out her swollen and sodden sex, the ever present old man collecting the young cleaning woman's juices, just as he had done to you. Your husband Derek he was the initiator of your predicament, he'd planned it all, your resistance to his postulation's to try different sex practices over the geezerhood, to take care wife swapping, group sex and e stimming parties had tried his patience for to foresighted, now it was meter for you to be"educated"he was one of those in infirmary Patrick White that originally tied you to the couch. He'd been watching and enjoying your total debasement, he revelled in your shout for help, his over engorged penis throbbed and danced as he watch the Duke stimulate you sexually, his turncock dribble, testament to the sheer enjoyment he was deriving, hearing you begging to be made to orgasm, filled him with joy, he knew you would submit. The interrogative sentence 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 open up your mouth"you freeze, and let the words sink in, your aghast, suck a alien hammer, never, you clamp your lip shut tighter,"so be it"say's the Duke, he signals to the old man operating the dildo to cut the power, the dildo withdraws from your sex with a aloud"pop"everything else stops ! no stimulation, no estim, null, your sex is circularize open with a peculiar three detail Thomas Higginson vaginal dilator, once your extend open a orotund hard rubber ring about 21/2 inches in diameter with a ½ inch vallecula around the outside bound and resembling a doughnut is push into the entrance of your sex, held in post purely by the muscles at the entree to your vagina, it's purpose ? To hold you"open ”, forcing your sex to declaration onto the ring, keeping you in a high state of foreplay, but not enough stimulus to let you orgasm, yet allowing free people access to the inside of your sex, cruel but very efficacious !
Lady Helen 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 vesica, she now attaches a large syringe full of a creamy white liquidity to the former end of the tube, and slowly forces it's contents deep inside your bladder, she places her fingers inside your sex, and nods in favorable reception 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 well up state.

The Duke rests his giant member against your sassing,"Jen now suck"Your husband watches as you tentatively part your sass and taste the tip of the Dukes cock with your tongue,"deeper Jen"the Duke pushes him self against your mouth, and you open to allow him access to your rima oris and suck lightly on the enormous head,"deeper Jen"he say's, and joy of joy hubby cums in Anna Pioski's mouth as he watches you submit to the Dukes meat as you allow the raging purple giant mushroom and more of his monster inside, you begin to bob your head teacher up and down the shaft."Slowly Jen"you suck firmly and sense the Dukes cock stiffen, he signals to Lady Helen who holds your forefront firmly as the Duke quickens his ass pace, you taste the pre-cum, as the ring is removed and the dildo forces it's way deep into your sex, and immediately inflates to nearly 3 inches in diameter at the knot, you try to reposition the invader, but your held firm, he's coming now and as he does he forces two digit inside your bottom, you let out a muffle scream of liberation and go strict as your pushed over the bound into a monolithic smashing coming, juice and fluid squirt from around the dildo as the Duke pumps warhead after cargo of thick hot spermatozoon bass inside your mouth, you lay there totally fagged, dribbling of cum you were unable to eat up due to the massive loads the Duke shot into you run from the corners of your mouth."Jen it's time for you to pass on us, until later"the masque is refitted over your horn in and oral fissure and soon you slip into unconsciousness as the old man complete with suction automobile again removes all traces of you lubrication fluids and this fourth dimension your milky white cum juice from inside your sex.
"Very good, very commodity indeed, process the telecasting, send off it to the client, I'm sure he will like the first instalment"



bit 3 was locked standing in an outdoors box shaped framework that sat on top of a chopine four foundation off the floor, his legs spread receptive and strapped to the metal upright, a gauze facemask covered his nozzle, his head teacher held securely by a neck brace, he was struggling to free himself. gentlewoman Helen had followed the old man with the container of juice collected from your sex, at a signaling from Lady Helen, the old man started to drip the contents of the container onto the face masquerade until it was totally sodden, the old man backed away as the struggling pattern of figure 3 suddenly stopped moving.

lady Helen licked her lips in anticipation, and moved closer, bending forward to see more clearly as number 3's rosehip began to move slowly back and forth, his breathing lots faster and deeper as he inhaled the odour 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 effects of the slit succus took cargo hold, she was always amazed at the view of number 3's vast thick cock as it slowly grew until it was some 11 inches long and at least two in in diameter, noblewoman Helen of Troy could see number 3 was still not fully put up, so she smothered her hands with lubricating substance, and holding phone number 3's swollen testicles in her left script, and firmly grasping the thick shaft of his peter in her compensate hand proceeded to slowly rub her hand up and down, act 3's pecker grew even swelled, and the dribble of pre-cum now turned into a steady trickle.

She nods to the old man, he fits a special condom over the huge turncock, it had a belittled hose fitted to the tip, the other end was fitted to the top of a with child specimen bottle sitting on the floor, gentlewoman Helen of Troy 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 small box with wires, and turning it on she selected"forced milking mode"with number 3 already in a high State Department of intimate arousal, the electric pulses soon began to necessitate impression as he began to pump spurt after spurt of cum and pre-cum into the bottle, each spurt accompanied by a savage twitch of his shaft as his anal brawniness kept contracting forcing him to orgasm, the milking of number 3 would continue for some time .