Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : Introduction, London, the 25th

"And you are quite certain that you don't want to add any further conditions or qualifications, you're well-chosen with thing as agreed ?"

"I am. Now if you don't want my custom Mr John Smith"

"I'm sorry Mrs Devereux, I have to be sure. I do hope that you understand."

"Yes, of row, I'm sorry. You'll send over the contract ?"

"By courier within the time of day and as soon as they are back to us with the agreed fees then I will confirm…"

jean Devereaux interrupted."No, I want no substantiation and no further correspondence until afterwards. I will be in Prague on the 28th, I will be concluding my commercial enterprise the same day and then staying on for respective more and I should be back in British capital on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally ensure my little condition, including that you will ingest suitable protection present whenever needed, then I do not desire to know anything else. Is that all clear ?"

"Perfectly, Mrs Devereaux. All will be as check and I look forward to our future line of work relationship."

"If all goes smoothly that is a hypothesis. I will await the contract."

Less than an 60 minutes later the contracts were in blue jean Devereux's handwriting. She had her PA hold the courier while she signed them and slipped a large brown gasbag inside the package before returning it to the courier for legal transfer back.

She looked at her PA's quizzical face and simply turned her back and walked back into her office.

At thirty-seven Jean Devereaux was one of the mellow give corporate attorney in the City. Renowned as being cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Prague slip was to finalise one of the largest deals in the City at the mo. The business would be over by the end of the low day but she had planned to last out on for a few days after as well. The thought of Jean Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a couple of the Jnr in the Office had been heard to remark,"…even the reality's number one ball-buster has to take a break eventually ”, and it had been four eld since anyone had seen her have any sort of private life at all.




Chapter 2 : Prag, the evening of the 28th

By mid afternoon of the 28th everything had gone exactly as planned, everything was signed and witnessed and everything had been collected to take back to British capital by peculiar courier. jean Devereaux was back in her five star hotel room by 4:00pm and spent the succeeding three hours being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Prague's most expensive and prestigious restaurant. She usually turned heads when she simply walked in the room but tonight, after what she had just earnt in fees, she intended to outshine any early female in the metropolis.

The restaurant was some thirty minutes outside the City and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the upshot as she walked across the hotel lobby was electric automobile, high heels and a long grim evening dress split up to the thigh, minimum jewellery, just a small diamond neck ruff and discrete infield earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still aflutter about what she had planned for later in the break.

Twenty mo later the car was speeding along through forest. jean Devereaux lazed in the rachis, when suddenly the car veered to the side of the road and before she could oppose both room access opened and two men jumped in. simple moments later, before she could say anything a knife was at her pharynx and a blindfold was over her eyes.

In terror she didn't move or say anything. A gag was forced into her mouthpiece and the two men sat one either side of her, she could palpate the distributor point of the tongue not quite breaking the skin but was terrified that a blow on the road would jump it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt wish hours until she felt the car slowing and heard the tyres on gravel. The car came to a freeze and she heard the room access unresolved, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her cad and still unable to see. The tongue had gone from her throat but she knew it was not far away. She was half pushed, half pulled for a few ft and then felt the warmth as she passed through a doorway. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a hard wooden floor and instinctively curled to fetal position, no-one had spoken to her but her view ran to how much ransom they would ask and who they would ask it from, despite the"Mrs"she used for business enterprise she wasn't married and no-one had access to her assets.

helping hand dragged her to her knees and for the first clock time she dared to utter"What, what do you desire ?"

"You speak when we want you to, not until ”, the idiom was American and a hand slapped her across the face.

Jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling position, sitting back on her heels and upright piano. Her work force were pulled out to the slope and she felt cuffs attached to her wrists and secured to keep her weapon system spread across-the-board. somebody removed her watch and made an appreciative heart murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to spend a penny herself in fear as her articulatio talocruralis were forced apart and she felt turnup fastened to them. She flexed her wooden leg buts couldn't locomote her ankles either way, they had been connected with some kind of firm bar keeping them about two metrical foot apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her head allowing her to see for the first time since all this had begun. As she blinked to convey everything into focus she took in that she was in a large room furnished only with lounge but on which lounged perhaps a 12 or More men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in jeans and a singlet, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a crisp English accent"Well I guess that you will be Charles Frederick Worth at least a million, we'll have to see. The bonus with people like you Mrs Devereaux is that no-one really cares what we do before we script you back so I guess that the Guy and I are going to have some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut short by a slap across the boldness and a kick in the stomach. She coughed and choked.

"Please don't interrupt Mrs Devereaux, it's very impolite, and just for that I think that I will have to be equally impolite before leaving you for a while."

"What. What are you going…."Again a slap cut her sentence short.

The suit walked around behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneel between her spread ankles. He tugged at her dress until it came out from under her knee and he could call forth it over her articulatio coxae. She blushed, she had not worn underwear because it spoilt the line of the apparel, now she regretted her vanity.

As he saw her naked rump he whistled"gentleman, would you believe it the madam is wearing no underwear."

She felt hands component her derriere and knew he was going to rape her. As she heard the zip and felt his rigorousness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a prayer for saving"Oh my gods no, delight. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A digit slipped between her legs and probed her dry cunt, she heard the case spit, and then spit again but this time his fingers smeared the hot glutinous spittle around her anus.

The realisation hit blue jean instantly and she screamed"No. Please. Not that. I have never… I mean…"

"Hey guy cable. I'm going to bust a virgin asshole"

She turned backwards and almost whispered"Please, please not there"

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his hands on her waist and his shaft thrust at her tight hole. She clamped up as rigorous as she could as he thrust again, but for a moment only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust hard and tore his way inside. The pain was beyond anything she could ever throw imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a whole ring watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His hands held her tight and her bondage prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the pain increased until she felt him draw in her towards himself as he buried himself deep into her and she wailed as she felt his hot cum defile her. She yelped as he pulled from her and the just went hitch but the felt a deal pull her pilus to pressure her head backwards, as her mouth opened to moan at the sudden botheration she felt his semi hard prick pushed into her mouth and wanted to retch at the predilection of her own shit and the mere view of it,

Suddenly the tongue was back at her throat."Clean it nicely or I will slice you open like a bag of meat."The voice was quiet and deadly threatening. Jean Devereaux self-preservation instinct took over and she sucked the motherfucker clean, trying hard not to vomit.

The suit withdrew and zipped himself up"I'll see all you guys tomorrow, hopefully with the money. Have fun but remember don't mark her, she has to see presentable when we give her back. And Mrs Devereaux you had bettor hope that your lawyer pay up fast. I don't think you want to stay here overlong do you ?"

Jean Devereaux fell forward as far as her thralldom would tolerate her and for a short while no-one touched her or spoke to her, all she could hear was a low-level contestation amongst the men.

Eventually they must induce come to a conclusion because she watched four of them walk to her and release her articulatio radiocarpea. Her instinct was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her ankle joint. Nonetheless she tried to push and movement they forced on her until she was punched in the stomach and collapsed, held only by the two men either side. They hit her stomach again and then punched her bosom. She stopped struggling and simply cried as they hit her twice more, always on the trunk and away from the face.

"Hold her backwards"the English was heavily accented as she was held but as though she were to be dragged somewhere. The man who had spoken stepped close to her spread legs and, without warning simply kicked her puss. The thigh-slapper was tatty and continued into a wail. Her abuser laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be loose to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the pain in the ass and made no electrical resistance, indeed was unequal to of any resistor, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a contract bench-like amour. Her forefront fell forwards over one end and her stage hung off the other, just touching the floor. Her radiocarpal joint and articulatio talocruralis were fastened to rings in the storey just outside of the narrow work bench's four legs. The unharmed position was incredibly painful, even the bench injury because it was both too constringe and too short to support her properly and her breasts had been pulled liberate of her dress and pay heed down either incline with the workbench crushing the space between.

The blindfold was replaced but as it was being put in place she saw the men approaching and steeled herself, or tried to, for the obviously upcoming gang colza, and when it came it seemed interminable.

Her dress was pulled up and gathered in a bundle about her waist as the first man forced his way into her dry cunt and fucked her hard, every movement pushed her rosehip into the bench's sharp edges causing more pain in the neck. She was determined not to make a sound and give them that delight. The first gear violation didn't last farsighted and she felt the hot cum coat her inside but no sooner had he finished than a 2d man invaded her and at the Same time someone pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her mouth to breath it was invaded by a foul relishing erection. She could smell the dirt and diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her mouthpiece in clock time with the man in her cunt.

Her first instinct was to seize with teeth but she felt a painful clamp on her ear and an American accented voice whisper nigh to her."That's the sharpness of a pair of pliers. If my supporter here, or anyone else so a great deal as flavor your teeth I promise you that I will take out them out one at a prison term and enjoy your screaming as I do so ”. The voice was still and so cold, it terrified her and not for an second did she doubt the threat.

The man in her pussy seemed to be taking forever but the one in her mouth pushed forward almost into her pharynx and charge his cum deep into her. She swallowed as lots as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly meter to withdraw intimation before someone else was in her mouth and then she felt the cum in her bitch again and another conversion there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her buttocks and then, suddenly, forcing two digit up her anus, a move that made him scream his orgasm at almost the same time as the man in her sassing. Again there was a changeover in both golf hole, another dirty smelling man in her mouth and another forcing his way into her cunt, but this one was huge and she would stimulate cried out if she hadn't had her mouth total as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

The one in her mouth almost pulled out as he came giving her the clog up taste of cum, she tried to not accept any at all and virtually simply slobber out.

She breathed a niggling as no-one used her backtalk this clip and she had only the hugeness in her cunt moving slowly, deliberately in and out. Then he stopped and withdrew, she hadn't felt his cum but thought that maybe she was getting desensitised to it. Then she felt a drip onto her ass and heard him spit. She screamed out and begged him before he had even started, there was just laughter as she felt her ass cheeks pulled apart and a hardness against her rumple anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was unable to pressure his way in. Then a finger invaded followed by a second and a third and a fourth and she felt him simply pull apart the two fingerbreadth of each manus to spread her. She was sure that she would buck and her belly laugh and pleas went neglected as he pushed his prick against his fingers and then released her sphincter at the Saame time as he thrust forward.

In her altogether lifespan blue jean Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a drainpipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only hazard how wide she had been stretched to conciliate him. She wept as he fucked her hard and then harder, each poking in or deplumate back causing excruciating infliction and dragging from her the periodic scream. The rapine went on forever with raucous comments in both English language and, what she guessed, was the local Czech. Eventually the man's fucking started to speed up and he forced deeper with each knife thrust and she heard him cry an climax as he pumped cum into her blue hole for what seemed comparable forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with person in her mouth as well and sometimes he could savor herself and would fuck that this man had used her cunt and or ass beforehand. How long it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to try her screech they left her mouth vacuous while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her trunk. The pair of pliers she had felt earlier were closed on one of her mammilla and then pulled while the American fucked her in the ass and someone stuck either fall or the point of a knife a yoke of time into her ass brass while he used her cunt. But eventually the frequency of her use began to ease off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in torture along the bench.

dungaree Devereaux could find cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping overt as she could find the coldness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thighs. Her mouth and rim were also bruised and her jaw hurt from being held open for so long, the stickiness had dried on her face and was itching, and she could smell the cum in her hair from where some of the men had simply pulled out and shot themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could hear some men still in the room but, from the sounds, far lupus erythematosus than the in the first place numbers.

"Let's cane the beef !"It was an English accent mark, educated, refined and he was excited about his estimate. The mutters of obvious approval showed that it excited the others to.

"Please, you've done enough to me. Don't hurt me any more. I'll do anything that you want."

"What we want, Mrs Devereaux, is to hear you scream and see you shed blood. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His voice was so cut looking glass that she was frightened she would never get out of here alive.

She heard the swish of a cane through the air and yelped even though it hadn't touched her. The cane swished again and still no contact, and then the same again, she began to conceive she was simply being tormented especially when there was laugh at her reaction. Again the swish and then again, she breathed softly to her herself and then screamed as the cane smashed into her cheek.

Again it hit her and she lifted her head, tried to extract away from the bother, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the other English. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the reverse hit her in perfect timing, two men, one on each side. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her voice was hoarse from screams and her snag simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the first time she had felt pain as custody had roamed over her bruised backside, the second meter was simply so that two men could use her slit, obviously excited by her trial by ordeal. Eventually the torture stopped and all she could experience was a burning heat from her buttocks and upper berth thighs, even when somebody moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could feel was the pain in the ass of the contact, her anus simply opened to its abuser like a flush, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could nail tit to the bench ?"A strange stress

"Too much trouble to get the nails out later if we do unblock her ”, the Englishman again.

"Why not simply slice off nipples in that example. I have knife. Or even whole knocker ?"

"Hmm, now that I will think of, but tomorrow, for now if no-one else wants her then I'm going to have a water and hollo it a Nox. Remember, no-one touches her until I return although I suggest that you all turn in as well."

There were mussitation of arrangement and blue jean felt a hired man stroke a part of her tomentum and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

"Goodnight Mrs Devereaux, I'm sure we can retain our fun tomorrow. Now just one last thing."

She felt him ill-treat back and then a quick liquid spraying onto her head teacher and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in disgrace and abasement. When he had finished he made her drink the final stage driblet from him and walked back past her pulling off her blindfold as her did so.

She looked around to see a small group of five men putting on their coats and starting to result. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply get her some conformation of retribution.

The sparkle was turned off and the pitch blackness was add. denim Devereaux sobbed in bother and terror and at the look of total helplessness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prague, the 29th.

blue jean had no idea how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a burst of light as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely like manual laborer. She had no approximation how long she had slept but caught a coup d'oeil of daytime through the open door as the shoemaker's last one entered. All walked straight across the room and she suddenly remembered that her cunt and ass were exposed behind her and that she must have looked like the inexpensive whore on the streets.

One man stood behind her and she heard the noise of a zip.

"Oh, please, not again. Not more."

She felt a harshness against her bruise cunt lips and was penetrated. The shag was barbarous but mercifully short. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their turn. Her articulatio radiocarpea hurt and her ankles hurt and her stomach hurt and she was being gang raped again. The 1st man ceded his place to the second and then to the third, the fourth, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced assailable the dry fix which had closed up and stroked her dismiss ass. No-one had spoken to her and she had simply stayed and endured it without either wriggling or resisting. She hadn't even noticed the other three men, including the Englishman, enter, she only became aware of them when the rapists left and gave him their thanks.

"commodity dawning Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered sofa a few feet to the English of her"We have sent a subject matter to your partners in John Griffith Chaney asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do hope they do not respond too fast because I have a number of interested parties who wish to see you over the next few days.

"You can't. You can't keep me here for twenty-four hours. I'll die, you'll stamp out me. Please I can't endure this."

"Oh you won't die I can assure you and cum is very nutritional I understand ”, he laughed,"but I guess that you would like a drink ?"

Although she hadn't thought process of it before she now realised just how thirsty she was, she was thirsty too but far More she was thirsty. She saw him hold a signaling to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a dirty looking glass from a shelf and put a drinking straw into it from a packet that was alongside. She then looked in repugnance as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to piss into the glass, he nearly filled the whole dry pint glass and then stuck it under her fount with the wheat within reach. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her nous away.

"Mrs Devereaux, now be sensitive. This is the only swallow that you will be offered today. beverage it."

"screwing off you sick bastard."

He laughed and motioned for the Methedrine to be put back onto the shelf."When you beg me I will allow you to drink it. Now I need a unspoilt sunrise fuck."

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her dentition and the pain sensation bedspread through her when he pulled apart her lambast buttocks. Without prep and with only the cum of her in the first place rapist to ease himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to reach no further sounds. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the pain of the sudden onanism.

"Mrs Devereaux you stink, but I don't think well-nigh of your clients today will mind very much."

As the former two men used her mouth and vagina simultaneously he sobbed quietly again, she thought that she had finished crying but the restarting of the whole nightmare reminded her of her gross lack of hope.

The three then pulled a table to within some six understructure of her, found some president from somewhere and pulled out a pack of cards. The Englishman sat quietly while his two familiar carried in three crateful and then returned with a fourth part man and more beer.

They dealt the cards and each opened a can of beer, the Englishman poured his into a watch glass shabu that had come with one of the crate. The fourth man didn't sit just uttered the word"Sir"in a local accent and thumbed at Jean.

"I guess but make it quick"

Jean had become just a art object of meat to be fucked as a prelude to a game of cards and she soon received the sixth cargo of cum in her vagina in the short time since she had been awoken. He returned, took his hired hand of posting and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the next hours diverse men arrived, spoke to the Englishman in every example and then fucked her, usually vaginally but sometimes orally and sometimes anally. She was now so bruised vaginally that any incursion caused pain and soreness, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate attempt to cause her pain and usually succeeded in eliciting at to the lowest degree one cry and often more. One man, in barely stress American language side told her that he had managed to get two finger and himself up her ass as she screamed at the pain of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between hands to use her and as time wore on Jean lost reckoning of how many men had come and gone and how many time she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the various piece of tail unless they were spectacularly bestial and by evening, as she judged it by the differing visible radiation when the door opened she was barely witting of what was happening to her. She had begged for a drink at one peak and, despite wanting to bedevil up at the mere thought, had drunk the now-cold weewee with relish and after, another load of spend a penny straight from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The threshold opened and a solitary man came in pulling a large alloy pushcart. She watched the Englishman check his sentinel."7 on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

"You might stop employing me otherwise"he laughed."That the kick ?"another Englishman, his accent less upper crust.

The Englishman nodded"You have the instructions ? How long ?"

"Yup. About two to three hours. Normally I would hint several sessions but in these special cases where the whore is of no concern…"

blue jean's hopes at his scuttlebutt disappeared. When she first heard his accent she had believed he might help her, his attitude and words stressed she should think again on that one.

The new arrival stood alongside her"Ouch, heavy bruising from that caning. This is going to be exceptionally painful."

"And ?"

"Okay."

Jean gritted her teeth again wondering what this new torture was to be but for perhaps five transactions she was untouched, just the interference of front and unpacking. She was afraid to depend beat. Then the buzzing. She knew that sound from when she had been at University, she had chickened out when they had all gone, but it was a tattoo gun.

"What are you doing. You can't do that. You can't mark me like that."

No-one responded except for a simple recommendation from the tattooist that she should quell still or this could take twice as long.

Compared to the former pains, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her dress away up her back and began a tattoo on her lower back, almost on the top of her tooshie. The sentence seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to sleep together her ass ‘ working this close was just too much'he explained, as very much to her as to the Englishman, but apart from that continued, not even taking a beer ‘ might interfere with the work'he had said.

Eventually he finished and Jean just hurt, right across her lower back. What had they done to her ? Would this ever end ? She lay still, she ached and hurt all over. She had hardly moved in XX four hours, she had, she knew pissed herself once, no-one had either noticed or cared, she knew she already stank of stale urine so a little More made no remainder.

The tattooist stood back and whistled appreciatively at his work."You'll have to turn her over before I can do the forepart, you know."

"Of course but we are waiting for that damned Barber and then you can finish the back. Then we'll turn her over."

"Yeah, OK. Just gon na fuck her in the interim though. You mind ?"

"Of row not. She might beware then again she gets no say in it."

The tattooist entered blue jean's vagina so easily. It was opened from unceasing use and the cum that was constantly being put up there kept her lubricated even if she felt null but shame and fear. He took his meter but eventually shot deep inside her. She said aught and just allowed the abuse now, it had become commonplace.

"About time too."The Englishman's greeting to a new arrival.

"Was in use in shop."Obviously a local

"well get started straight away. We have other things to do."

"I fuck first ?"

"No. You can have a go at it her afterwards. IF you do a good job and you don't take too long."

The new comer pulled a small table to alongside Jean face and she watched in close up as he took out pair of scissors, a razor and diverse other token from a lawsuit. mo later he started to cut her foresightful morose haircloth close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more likely, just didn't care. Methodically he proceeded to cut her hair and then carefully place the shorn locks into a container, obviously prepared in advance. When he had finished he mixed lather and continued by shaving her head close and then repeated the procedure to ensure that cipher remained.

"Now you beautiful"he mocked. Jean wanted to cry but was unable to do so.

The Samuel Barber walked to dungaree's bitch country and she heard him unscrew a cap, she was always shaven, she always felt it more hygienic somehow, but she knew that there must be a slight stubble beginning to develop back now. She just assumed that he would shave her smooth again.

She felt a moth-eaten sticky cream being spread over her lower area, from her anus to above her mons and onto the top of her thighs either side. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his finger inside her holes in a way that made Jean flavour ashamed. The whole procedure though took only a few second. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no shtup other cakehole for couple of hours and you clean lick off starting time or it hurt you as well. It take another few mo to start working properly."

‘ harm you as well ?'dungaree's mind raced. What did he mean. Her mind raced as this crude rube pulled up her shave head and pushed himself into her mouthpiece and throat. He held her either side of her face and simply fucked as if he were fucking a fancy woman's pussy, hard and deep. dungaree wanted to choke but it didn't last long until she felt him hardening more in her mouth and he pushed so far down her throat that she didn't even have to swallow.

He pulled back and still denim could feel nothing but a patrician warmth around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the barber took his fee from the Englishman, the warmness grew hotter until it soon felt as though someone had a torch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to contain. The combustion seemed to go on forever but eventually the estrus died away and she screamed at everyone and no-one"Now what have you bastards done to me ?"

"Mrs Devereaux, your speech communication is quite immoderate"his voice was still totally reticent"we have merely made your life a little easier. The solvent which my friend used is a very expensive, very unequaled formula, it simply means that you will never grow any hair in the region again, it has merely burnt away all hair follicles. You no longer bear to knock off and are now nicely smooth at all clock time. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its sentence. strip her up and John, you can do the next tattoo now."

Jean was held by fear as she felt the tattooist start body of work again but this time on the rear of her head. Amazingly it didn't hurt as practically but no-one cared anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too exhausted, athirst and thirsty to defy now and she was refastened on her back with her legs in the air, open wide in a lascivious ‘ V ’, and her arms repositioned backwards onto the Same fastening as before.

Over the next several time of day Jean watched as the tattooist added something to her Mon and then screamed constantly as he tattooed around her halo. She couldn't see what he was doing, her spatial relation didn't allow for it. He completed his work by adding another tattoo just above where her hair should have been on her frontal bone."Just the doughnut now, god I'm tired"

gang ? RING ? now what were they going to do but Jean already felt that her body had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him clout at her clitoris hood and Pierce it with a needle. The painful sensation was little more than that from and injection but when he added what was obviously the"ring"she could feel its weight even though she was lying down.

When he finished he fucked her, almost as she had expected, and left.

"Feed her. And then we'll call it a day."

One of the men proceeded to feed Jean bread piece by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink net dusty water supply. She had forgotten how hungry she was. Even as she was eating one of the former sodomised her and the Englishman followed him. Her anus offered absolutely no resistance now, it simply opened to their insistency, and she no longer made any attempt to resist her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Prague, the 30th.

The following morning was the Saami as the day before. The men, the wit table. It only changed as flow of others came in, each put something on the table and then fucked her. How many she didn't know, she didn't charge, twenty dollar bill, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to fuck a au naturel, fully trim Englishwoman.

The Englishman arrived later than everyone else and as the queue of customer seemed to own ended.

"okey. Lift her up."

The posting thespian released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her legs simply wouldn't backup her and two of the men had to break up her up and hold her under her armpits. Her carpus were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her oral sex and the handcuff fastened to a pulley. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her psyche hung and she couldn't even summon the self-command to look up as they took the crumpled defiled remains of her frock from her and, for the number one meter, she was actually defenseless except for the torn stockings and, she realised incongruently, her high school heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you desire from me ? What are you going to do ?"Jean's voice was plaintive, pitiful and tears flowed freely.

"That is very dim-witted Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to listen you wow and see you bleed. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw blood, and maybe a fiddling thirster and then revel your diverse cakehole again."He turned to the others"Begin"

denim heard the crack of a whip and turned to see one of the men with a recollective bullwhip to on e side of her, she looked to the other and saw a second. She screamed as the first blow hit and she screamed throughout the trouncing. Twenty-four gust from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the unsubdivided word of honor"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a scream from her despite the unvarying use that hole had received. The others also took their number in raping her while she hung lost including, for the first time, two of the men entering her movement and back simultaneously. She could almost throw enjoyed that feeling under former circumstances, so entire and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her enough, and she realised that most had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could feel cum running down her legs from her used fix, there seemed to be so much of it. She felt a sharp stab in her leave alone arm and turned to see the Englishman emptying a syringe into her. She had no time to really react before oblivion hit her.



Chapter 4 : Prague, the 1st.

denim Devereaux awoke expecting the same way and the same atrocious, restrictive bondage, but she was warm, she was comfortable even if every part of her physical structure detriment like hell. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel elbow room. Her starting time sentiment said it had been a nightmare but the hurting in her soundbox said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to look in the mirror, the mint that greeted her made her almost collapse in horror and she slapped her handwriting across her sass to asphyxiate a howler. Her headway was, as she had expected, totally bald, across the front, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"cocotte"in mordant letters maybe and in and a half luxuriously. Her nipple had an artistic roll rule tattooed around the exterior of each gloriole. The news violation MY CUNT ran across her mons veneris and a heavy gold tintinnabulation, almost an inch in diameter pierced her bonnet. She span around in Holy Order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her dispirited cover and"CUM SLUT"across the binding of her brain. Her buttocks were almost blacken with bruising from the cane and her unanimous body from neck opening to knees showed the signs of the slaughter she had received, with little lines of rake where the cutis had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its suaveness but then felt fresh cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her back had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the same but was horrified and more than a little excited to encounter that it opened easily at her touch,"like that of a cheap cyprian"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her finger slipped inside.

The police force, I must phone the police. And say them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she desire to stand up up in courtroom and go through the contingent ? Would she need everyone knowing the chump she carried. She stumbled back to the bedroom and only then saw the envelope upon the mesa and the two packet alongside, one somewhat larger than the other.

She almost collapsed on the bed from enfeeblement and thirst as she tore give the letter.

beloved Mrs Devereaux

I trust that we you have been satisfied with our services and that feel that our, admittedly not immoderate, fees were justified.

I will contact you again upon your return to capital of the United Kingdom but in the lag I would indicate that you keep the movies in the stick in packet in a dependable piazza. I have enclosed discs of the full period together with edited copy with the quieter times taken out to concentrate on the more interesting episode. Your vigil and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the shore leave of having your own hair made up into a wig which you will retrieve in the second parcel accompanying this letter of the alphabet. Your own hair's-breadth will, of course of action, grow back to overcompensate the more obvious, and publicly visible, marks of your experience, unless you choose to go on your chief shaven naturally.

The depilation of your more buck private sphere is permanent and I am guessing that you will not wish well to expose those marks very often. They could be removed with cosmetic surgical operation should you wish, although I think you would agree that such an action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James Joseph Smith




Chapter 5 : postscript, London

Jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his Quaker, on only a single social function, in capital of the United Kingdom and arranged by James Smith of grade. She had never enjoyed sex so much in her life, her forefront tattoos were, at that time, just still visible beneath her returning hair's-breadth and she fully lived up to their boasts. She also decided that she really did enjoy double insight and even triple insight. She still wasn't sure about the preference of water, though she decided she might as well drink the work party's anyway while she was making her mind up about it, and they did anticipate it of her.

Jean joined a bit gym and, just occasionally, would ramble into the sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the justly stylus of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some worry gossip and usually provided her with a new grouping of ‘ adventurous'ally with which to pass the evening.

She was both more relaxed and less tolerant in the office now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, private life and when one of her other spouse confessed in a drunken metre after a particularly successful and moneymaking declaration had come in that she had a fancy about being kidnapped and raped, Jean had little hesitation in passing over a sure James Smith's stage business visiting card"Let me know how you get on, I might even be persuaded to join you."She slipped her bridge player across her permanently shine Mons and felt a frisant of exhilaration as she touched the gold ring and felt where she knew the tattoo was .