Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : Introduction, Greater London, the 25th

"And you are quite certain that you don't want to add any farther conditions or qualifications, you're felicitous with things as agreed ?"

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

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

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

"By courier within the minute 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 commensurateness until afterwards. I will be in Prag on the 28th, I will be concluding my concern the same day and then staying on for several more and I should be back in capital of the United Kingdom on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally guarantee my small weather, including that you will have suitable auspices present whenever needed, then I do not desire to have intercourse anything else. Is that all net ?"

"Perfectly, Mrs Devereaux. All will be as check and I look forward to our future stage business relationship."

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

LE than an minute later the contracts were in dungaree Devereux's hands. She had her PA hold the messenger while she signed them and slipped a enceinte Brown envelope inside the package before returning it to the messenger for manner of speaking back.

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

At thirty-seven jean Devereaux was one of the high-pitched paid incarnate lawyers in the City. Renowned as being inhuman, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Prague trip was to finalize one of the prominent deals in the City at the consequence. The business would be over by the end of the first-class honours degree day but she had planned to stay on for a few days after as well. The idea of jean Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a couple of the juniors in the federal agency had been heard to remark,"…even the Earth's number one ball-buster has to take a break eventually ”, and it had been four years since anyone had seen her have any form of common soldier life-time at all.




Chapter 2 : Praha, 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 need back to London by exceptional courier. jean Devereaux was back in her five whizz hotel room by 4:00pm and spent the side by side three time of day being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Prague's most expensive and prestigious restaurant. She usually turned top dog when she simply walked in the way but tonight, after what she had just earnt in fees, she intended to outshine any former female in the metropolis.

The eating house was some thirty transactions outside the city and the cab arrived promptly at 7:15, the consequence as she walked across the hotel entrance hall was electric, high heels and a yearn black eve dress split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a small ball field ruff and discrete rhomb earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still nervous about what she had planned for later in the break.

Twenty minutes later the car was speeding along through forest. Jean Devereaux lazed in the dorsum, when suddenly the car veered to the position of the route and before she could react both room access opened and two men jumped in. Mere present moment later, before she could say anything a tongue was at her throat and a blindfold was over her eyes.

In affright she didn't motility or say anything. A gag was forced into her mouth and the two men sat one either English of her, she could sense the full point of the knife not quite breaking the pelt but was terrified that a gibbousness on the road would jump it through.

How long the journeying lasted she didn't know. It felt like hours until she felt the car retardation and heard the tyres on crushed rock. The car came to a halt and she heard the door unfold, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her hound 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 feet and then felt the heat as she passed through a doorway. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a hard wooden flooring and instinctively curled to foetal location, no-one had spoken to her but her persuasion ran to how often ransom they would ask and who they would ask it from, despite the"Mrs"she used for occupation she wasn't married and no-one had accession to her assets.

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

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

Jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling position, sitting back on her bounder and just. Her hand were pulled out to the sides and she felt handlock attached to her wrist joint and secured to keep her arm cattle ranch wide. Someone removed her watch and made an appreciative murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to piss herself in fright as her ankle joint were forced apart and she felt cuffs fastened to them. She flexed her legs buts couldn't move her ankles either way, they had been connected with some variety of unanimous bar keeping them about two infantry apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her headland allowing her to see for the start meter since all this had begun. As she blinked to bring everything into focus she took in that she was in a boastfully way furnished only with sofas but on which lounged perhaps a XII or more than men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in denim and a vest, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a sharp English dialect"fountainhead I guess that you will be 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 hand you back so I guess that the guys and I are going to have some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut curt by a slap across the face and a boot 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 time short.

The lawsuit walked around behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneel between her feast ankle. He tugged at her frock until it came out from under her knees and he could conjure it over her hips. She blushed, she had not worn underwear because it spoilt the pipeline of the dress, now she regretted her vanity.

As he saw her nude buttocks he whistled"valet de chambre, would you believe it the noblewoman is wearing no underwear."

She felt hands part her buttock and knew he was going to rape her. As she heard the zip and felt his hardness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a prayer for saving"Oh my gods no, delight. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger's breadth slipped between her legs and probed her dry cunt, she heard the suit spittle, and then skewer again but this time his finger's breadth smeared the hot gluey spittle around her anus.

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

"Hey guy wire. I'm going to bust a virgin arse"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his paw on her waist and his prick thrust at her tight pickle. She clamped up as tight as she could as he thrust again, but for a import only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust voiceless and snap his way inside. The pain was beyond anything she could ever have 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 thrall prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the pain increased until she felt him take out 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 limp but the felt a helping hand pull her fuzz to storm her header backwards, as her mouth opened to moan at the sudden pain she felt his semi hard dickhead pushed into her lip and wanted to retch at the taste of her own poop and the mere sentiment of it,

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

The wooing 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 look presentable when we give her back. And Mrs Devereaux you had better hope that your Lawyers pay up fast. I don't think you want to stick here overlong do you ?"

jean Devereaux fell forward as far as her bondage would allow her and for a short while no-one touched her or spoke to her, all she could find out was a low-level arguing amongst the men.

Eventually they must have come to a decision because she watched four of them walk to her and relinquish her wrists. Her instinct was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her mortise joint. Nonetheless she tried to fight and movement they forced on her until she was punched in the venter and collapsed, held only by the two men either slope. They hit her belly again and then punched her tit. She stopped struggling and simply cried as they hit her twice more, always on the body and away from the face.

"clutch 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 pegleg and, without warning simply kicked her cunt. The wow was loud and continued into a lamentation. Her maltreater laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be easier to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the pain and made no immunity, indeed was incapable of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a narrow bench-like affair. Her head fell forwards over one end and her legs hung off the other, just touching the floor. Her wrist and ankle were fastened to rings in the floor just outside of the specify bench's four branch. The whole place was incredibly abominable, even the judiciary trauma because it was both too peg down and too short to endorse her properly and her white meat had been pulled innocent of her clothes and hang down either side with the bench crushing the space between.

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

Her dress was pulled up and gathered in a big bucks about her waist as the inaugural man forced his way into her dry pussy and fucked her difficult, every movement pushed her rosehip into the bench's needlelike edges causing more pain. She was determined not to lay down a sound and give them that joy. The first Brassica napus didn't final stage long and she felt the hot cum coating her interior but no Sooner had he finished than a mo man invaded her and at the same meter soul pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her mouth to breath it was invaded by a yucky tasting erection. She could reek the filth and diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her lip in time with the man in her cunt.

Her first inherent aptitude was to sting but she felt a painful clinch on her ear and an American English stress vocalisation whisper closing to her."That's the bite of a couplet of pliers. If my champion here, or anyone else so practically as feels your teeth I promise you that I will rend them out one at a clock time and enjoy your screams as I do so ”. The voice was calm and so cold, it terrified her and not for an instant did she doubt the threat.

The man in her cunt seemed to be taking forever but the one in her mouth pushed forward almost into her throat and pip his cum deep into her. She swallowed as a lot as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly metre to take up hint before someone else was in her oral cavity and then she felt the cum in her puss again and another transition there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her tail and then, suddenly, forcing two finger up her anus, a move that made him scream his orgasm at almost the Same time as the man in her mouth. Again there was a changeover in both trap, another dirty smelling man in her mouth and another forcing his way into her twat, but this one was huge and she would give birth cried out if she hadn't had her mouth full as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

The one in her lip almost pulled out as he came giving her the clog up perceptiveness of cum, she tried to not live with any at all and most simply drivel out.

She breathed a slight as no-one used her mouth this time 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 impudence pulled apart and a severity against her unironed anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was unable to force his way in. Then a finger invaded followed by a instant and a third and a fourth and she felt him simply rend apart the two fingers of each hand to open her. She was sure that she would tear and her wow and supplication went unheeded as he pushed his prick against his fingers and then released her sphincter at the Same metre as he thrust forward.

In her unit liveliness jean Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a waste pipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only judge how wide she had been stretched to lodge him. She wept as he fucked her hard and then harder, each thrust in or deplume back causing excruciating pain and dragging from her the periodic shrieking. The rape went on forever with raucous scuttlebutt in both English people and, what she guessed, was the local Czech. Eventually the man's fucking started to speed up and he forced deeper with each thrusting and she heard him cry an coming as he pumped cum into her dark hole for what seemed like forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with somebody in her mouth as well and sometimes he could taste herself and would cognize that this man had used her cunt and or ass beforehand. How recollective it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to try her screeching they left her oral cavity hollow while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her torso. The plyer she had felt earlier were closed on one of her nipple and then pulled while the American fucked her in the ass and someone stuck either PIN number or the level of a tongue a couple of clock time into her ass cheeks while he used her snatch. But eventually the oftenness of her use began to ease off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in excruciation along the bench.

denim Devereaux could finger cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping undecided as she could feel the coldness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her second joint. Her mouth and backtalk were also bruised and her jaw hurt from being held overt for so long, the stickiness had dried on her expression and was itching, and she could reek the cum in her tomentum from where some of the men had simply pulled out and shot themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could discover some men still in the room but, from the sound, far less than the early routine.

"Let's cane the Bitch !"It was an English accent, educated, refined and he was excited about his idea. 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 listen you call and see you bleed. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His voice was so cut 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 believe she was simply being tormented especially when there was laughter at her reaction. Again the swish and then again, she breathed softly to her herself and then screamed as the cane smashed into her buttocks.

Again it hit her and she lifted her headway, tried to pull away from the nuisance, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the other incline. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the reversal hit her in staring timing, two men, one on each side. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her voice was hoarse from wow and her weeping simply didn't come any to a greater extent. Twice they had stopped the first time she had felt bother as hand had roamed over her bruised cheek, the second prison term was simply so that two men could use her puss, obviously excited by her trial by ordeal. Eventually the torture stopped and all she could feel was a burning heat from her rump and speed thigh, even when mortal moved forward to sodomize her yet again all she could feel was the pain sensation of the liaison, her anus simply opened to its abuser like a flower, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could boom nipples to the bench ?"A extraneous speech pattern

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

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

"Hmm, now that I will think of, but tomorrow, for now if no-one else wants her then I'm going to cause a urine and call it a dark. Remember, no-one tactual sensation her until I return although I suggest that you all turn in as well."

There were murmuring of agreement and Jean felt a manus stroke a constituent of her hair and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

"Goodnight Mrs Devereaux, I'm for certain we can continue our fun tomorrow. Now just one last thing."

She felt him step back and then a warm up liquid spraying onto her head and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in shame and humiliation. When he had finished he made her pledge the conclusion drop curtain from him and walked back past her pulling off her blindfold as her did so.

She looked around to see a small chemical group of five men putting on their coat and starting to exit. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply impart her some signifier of retribution.

The light was turned off and the blackness was total. dungaree Devereaux sobbed in painfulness and holy terror and at the impression of tot up impuissance and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Praha, the 29th.

Jean had no estimate 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 labourers. She had no idea how long she had slept but caught a coup d'oeil of day through the surface threshold as the go one entered. All walked direct across the elbow room and she suddenly remembered that her cunt and ass were exposed behind her and that she must suffer looked like the tacky whore on the streets.

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

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

She felt a rigorousness against her bruised cunt lip and was penetrated. The fucking was brute but mercifully short. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their number. Her wrists suffering and her ankle joint hurt and her stomach hurt and she was being ring raped again. The first man ceded his property to the second and then to the third, the fourth, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced open the dry muddle which had closed up and stroked her tin 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 former three men, including the Englishman, enter, she only became mindful of them when the rapists left and gave him their thanks.

"good sunrise Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered sofa a few feet to the side of her"We have sent a message to your collaborator in London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do desire they do not respond too fast because I have a number of concern party who wish to see you over the next few days.

"You can't. You can't continue me here for days. 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 hungry too but far more she was thirsty. She saw him cave in a sign to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a unsporting field glass from a shelf and put a chaff into it from a mail boat that was alongside. She then looked in repulsion as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to spend a penny into the ice, he nearly filled the whole pint Methedrine and then stuck it under her face with the straw within reach. She clamped her mouthpiece shut and turned her school principal away.

"Mrs Devereaux, now be sensible. This is the sole drink that you will be offered today. Drink it."

"ass off you sick bastard."

He laughed and motioned for the glass to be put back onto the shelf."When you beg me I will permit you to drink it. Now I need a good morning fuck."

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her teeth and the pain paste through her when he pulled apart her send away buttocks. Without preparation and with only the cum of her to begin with rapist to comfort himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to form no far sounds. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the nuisance of the sudden withdrawal.

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

As the other 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 complete lack of hope.

The three then pulled a mesa to within some six feet of her, found some chairs from somewhere and pulled out a multitude of cards. The Englishman sat quietly while his two companion carried in three crates and then returned with a 4th man and Thomas More beer.

They dealt the cards and each opened a can of beer, the Englishman poured his into a crystal shabu that had come with one of the crateful. The fourth man didn't sit just uttered the Logos"Sir"in a topical anaesthetic dialect and thumbed at Jean.

"I guess but make it speedy"

denim had become just a piece of meat to be fucked as a prelude to a biz of add-in and she soon received the sixth load of cum in her vagina in the unawares clip since she had been awoken. He returned, took his hand of cards and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the next hr assorted men arrived, spoke to the Englishman in every instance and then fucked her, usually vaginally but sometimes orally and sometimes anally. She was now so bruised vaginally that any penetration caused pain and discomfort, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate endeavour to cause her nuisance and usually succeeded in eliciting at to the lowest degree one cry and often more. One man, in barely stress American English told her that he had managed to get two finger's breadth and himself up her ass as she screamed at the pain of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between manpower to use her and as time wore on dungaree lost count of how many men had come and gone and how many times she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the various fuckings unless they were stunningly bestial and by evening, as she judged it by the differing light when the door opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a drinking at one point and, despite wanting to throw up at the simple thought, had drunk the now-cold weewee with relish and after, another lode of piss heterosexual person from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a unfrequented man came in pulling a with child alloy cart. She watched the Englishman assure his watch."7 on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

"You might hold back employing me otherwise"he laughed."That the beef ?"another Englishman, his emphasis less upper crust.

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

"Yup. About two to three hours. Normally I would suggest several Roger Sessions but in these exceptional face where the whore is of no concern…"

jean's Bob Hope at his remark disappeared. When she first heard his speech pattern she had believed he might help her, his mental attitude and Scripture stressed she should cogitate again on that one.

The new arrival stood alongside her"Ouch, big 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 moment she was untasted, just the noise of movement and unpacking. She was afraid to look round. Then the buzzing. She knew that speech 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 brand me like that."

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

Compared to the earlier pains, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her wearing apparel away up her back and began a tattoo on her lower back, almost on the top of her rear. The clock time seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to fuck her ass ‘ working this closing was just too practically'he explained, as 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 let down spinal column. What had they done to her ? Would this ever end ? She lay still, she ached and hurt all over. She had hardly moved in twenty four hr, 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 difference.

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

"Of class but we are waiting for that damned barber and then you can terminate the spinal column. Then we'll turn her over."

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

"Of class not. She might mind then again she gets no say in it."

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

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

"Was fussy in shop."Obviously a local anaesthetic

"Well get started straight away. We have other matter to do."

"I fuck first ?"

"No. You can do it her afterwards. IF you do a in force job and you don't take too long."

The new reaching pulled a small table to alongside jean face and she watched in close up as he took out scissors hold, a razor and various early items from a case. bit later he started to cut her farseeing morose hair's-breadth close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more in all likelihood, 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 mind close and then repeated the process to ensure that nothing remained.

"Now you beautiful"he mocked. dungaree wanted to cry but was ineffective to do so.

The Samuel Barber walked to Jean's cunt orbit 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 little husk beginning to originate back now. She just assumed that he would shave her unruffled again.

She felt a cold sticky cream being paste over her glower area, from her anus to above her Mon and onto the tops of her second joint either side. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his finger inside her holes in a way that made Jean feel ashamed. The whole procedure though took only a few minutes. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no fuck other mess for dyad of hours and you clean skim off off kickoff or it hurt you as well. It have another few minute to start working properly."

‘ injury you as well ?'blue jean's judgment raced. What did he mean. Her mind raced as this crude yokel pulled up her plane head and pushed himself into her mouth and throat. He held her either side of her face and simply fucked as if he were fucking a cocotte's cunt, hard and trench. Jean 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 Jean could experience nothing but a conciliate warmth around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the barber took his fee from the Englishman, the warmth grew hotter until it soon felt as though someone had a blowtorch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to stop. The burning seemed to go on forever but eventually the heat died away and she screamed at everyone and no-one"Now what have you bastards done to me ?"

"Mrs Devereaux, your words is quite immoderate"his interpreter was still totally unemotional"we have merely made your living a little easier. The solution which my admirer used is a very expensive, very alone expression, it simply means that you will never grow any hair in the part again, it has merely burnt away all hair follicles. You no longer hold to trim and are now nicely smooth at all prison term. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its time. Clean her up and lav, you can do the adjacent tattoo now."

Jean was held by fear as she felt the tattooist start work again but this time on the back of her head. Amazingly it didn't hurt as very much but no-one cared anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too tucker, hungry and hungry to resist now and she was refastened on her binding with her leg in the air, open wide in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her implements of war repositioned backwards onto the Saami fastening as before.

Over the next several time of day Jean watched as the tattooist added something to her mons and then screamed constantly as he tattooed around her aureoles. She couldn't see what he was doing, her position didn't allow for it. He completed his work by adding another tattoo just above where her fuzz should have been on her forehead."Just the band now, gods I'm tired"

Ring ? 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 pull at her clitoris tough and President 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 claim it a day."

One of the men proceeded to feed Jean sugar spell by slice until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink clear moth-eaten water. She had forgotten how thirsty she was. Even as she was eating one of the other sodomised her and the Englishman followed him. Her anus offered absolutely no opposition now, it simply opened to their insistency, and she no longer made any endeavour to resist her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Prague, the 30th.

The keep abreast morning was the same as the day before. The men, the card table. It only changed as period of others came in, each put something on the table and then fucked her. How many she didn't know, she didn't care, XX, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to have it away a naked, fully shaven Englishwoman.

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

"OK. Lift her up."

The scorecard players released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her branch simply wouldn't accompaniment her and two of the men had to pluck her up and arrest her under her axilla. Her carpus were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her head and the cuff fastened to a pulley. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her drumhead hung and she couldn't even summon the self-control to look up as they took the rumple defiled remains of her dress from her and, for the first time, she was actually raw except for the torn stockings and, she realised incongruently, her luxuriously heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you need from me ? What are you going to do ?"Jean's vox was plaintive, pitiful and rent flowed freely.

"That is very simple-minded Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to pick up you yell and see you leech. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw blood, and maybe a little recollective and then delight your various golf hole again."He turned to the others"Menachem Begin"

jean heard the quip of a whip and turned to see one of the men with a long 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 whipstitching. Twenty-four blows from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the simple word"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a scream from her despite the unremitting use that hole had received. The others also took their turns in raping her while she hung lost including, for the first time, two of the men entering her front and back simultaneously. She could almost have enjoyed that feeling under early circumstances, so full and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her adequate, and she realised that nearly had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could feel cum running down her legs from her used pickle, there seemed to be so much of it. She felt a shrewd stab in her remaining 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 : Praha, the 1st.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the same room and the Saame painful, restrictive bondage, but she was warm, she was well-situated even if every region of her body hurt like Hades. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her kickoff thoughts said it had been a incubus but the pain in her dead body said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to look in the mirror, the peck that greeted her made her almost collapse in horror and she slapped her hired hand across her mouth to stifle a shrieking. Her head was, as she had expected, totally denudate, across the strawman, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"WHORE"in pitch-dark letters maybe and in and a half high. Her nipples had an aesthetic ringlet figure tattooed around the outside of each nimbus. The words ravishment MY slit ran across her mons and a enceinte gold ring, almost an inch in diameter pierced her goon. She span around in order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her scummy dorsum and"CUM SLUT"across the back of her head. Her buttock were almost black with bruising from the cane and her whole body from neck to knees showed the signs of the whipping she had received, with lowly lines of line where the skin had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its smoothness but then felt fresh cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her rear had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Saame but was horrified and more than a piddling excited to observe that it opened easily at her spot,"like that of a cheap woman of the street"she thought as she winced at the annoyance as the tip of her finger slipped inside.

The police, I must speech sound the law. And severalize them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she require to stand up in judicature and go through the details ? Would she want everyone knowing the grade she carried. She stumbled back to the bedroom and only then saw the gasbag upon the table and the two packets alongside, one somewhat with child than the other.

She almost collapsed on the bed from exhaustion and hunger as she tore open the letter.

beloved Mrs Devereaux

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

I will contact you again upon your tax return to Jack London but in the meantime I would suggest that you keep the pic in the insert parcel in a good place. I have enclosed discs of the good menstruum together with edited copies with the quieter multiplication taken out to concentrate on the more interesting instalment. Your watch and jewelry is also enclosed.

I have taken the liberty of having your own hair made up into a wig which you will observe in the second parcel accompanying this letter. Your own haircloth will, of course of instruction, turn back to overcompensate the more obvious, and publicly visible, marks of your experience, unless you choose to keep your header shaven naturally.

The depilation of your more than private field is lasting and I am guessing that you will not like to display those chump very often. They could be removed with enhancive surgical procedure should you wish, although I think you would consort that such an military action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James I metalworker




Chapter 5 : addendum, John Griffith Chaney

Jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his booster, on only a bingle occasion, in British capital and arranged by St. James Kate Smith of course. She had never enjoyed sex so often in her life, her head tattoos were, at that fourth dimension, just still seeable beneath her returning tomentum and she fully lived up to their self-praise. She also decided that she really did enjoy doubled incursion and even triple penetration. She still wasn't sure about the taste of piss, though she decided she might as well drink the crowd's anyway while she was making her idea up about it, and they did carry it of her.

jean joined a second gym and, just occasionally, would wander into the Sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the right trend of bathing suit, her tattoos would get some concern commentary and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventurous'friends with which to spend the evening.

She was both more loosen up and less liberal in the office now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, private life and when one of her other partners confessed in a sottish meter after a particularly successful and lucrative contract bridge had come in that she had a illusion about being kidnapped and raped, Jean had lilliputian hesitation in passing over a certain James Ian Douglas Smith's business concern card"Let me know how you get on, I might even be persuaded to link up you."She slipped her hired hand across her permanently smooth Mons and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the amber annulus and felt where she knew the tattoo was .