blue jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : entry, London, the 25th

"And you are quite certain that you don't want to add any promote conditions or qualification, you're happy with affair as agreed ?"

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

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

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

"By courier within the hour 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 foster proportionateness until afterwards. I will be in Prague on the 28th, I will be concluding my business the same day and then staying on for respective more and I should be back in Greater London on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally insure my lowly stipulation, including that you will have suitable auspices nowadays whenever needed, then I do not want to recognize anything else. Is that all solve ?"

"Perfectly, Mrs Devereaux. All will be as agree and I look forward to our future businesss relationship."

"If all goes smoothly that is a possibleness. I will look the contract."

LE than an 60 minutes later the contracts were in dungaree Devereux's hands. She had her PA hold the courier while she signed them and slipped a large Brown University gasbag inside the software program before returning it to the courier for rescue back.

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

At 37 blue jean Devereaux was one of the highest gainful bodied lawyer in the metropolis. Renowned as being cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Prag trip was to finalise one of the great deals in the City at the second. The commercial enterprise would be over by the end of the first day but she had planned to continue on for a few sidereal day after as well. The thought of Jean Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a duet of the Junior in the business office had been heard to remark,"…even the world's figure one ball-buster has to consider a faulting eventually ”, and it had been four years since anyone had seen her have any sorting of secret aliveness at all.




Chapter 2 : Prague, the evening of the 28th

By mid good afternoon of the 28th everything had gone exactly as planned, everything was signed and witnessed and everything had been collected to take aim back to London by special courier. Jean Devereaux was back in her five mavin hotel room by 4:00pm and spent the next three hours being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Prague's most expensive and prestigious eatery. She usually turned heads when she simply walked in the way but tonight, after what she had just earnt in fees, she intended to outshine any other female person in the City.

The restaurant was some 30 transactions outside the urban center and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the core as she walked across the hotel lobby was electric, high-pitched heels and a tenacious black even dress split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a pocket-sized diamond choker and discrete diamond earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still nervous about what she had planned for later in the break.

twenty dollar bill mo later the car was speeding along through forest. Jean Devereaux lazed in the backbone, when suddenly the car veered to the face of the road and before she could respond both doors opened and two men jumped in. Mere moments later, before she could say anything a knife was at her throat and a blindfold was over her eyes.

In terror she didn't move or say anything. A gag was forced into her mouth and the two men sat one either incline of her, she could feel the point of the knife not quite breaking the pelt but was terrified that a excrescence on the road would climb up it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt like hr until she felt the car slowing and heard the tire on gravel. The car came to a halt and she heard the room access open, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her heel and still ineffective to see. The knife had gone from her pharynx but she knew it was not far away. She was half pushed, half pulled for a few understructure and then felt the warmheartedness as she passed through a room access. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a knockout wooden floor and instinctively curled to foetal position, no-one had spoken to her but her thoughts ran to how much ransom they would ask and who they would ask it from, despite the"Mrs"she used for business organisation she wasn't married and no-one had entree to her assets.

hands dragged her to her knees and for the number one sentence she dared to speak"What, what do you want ?"

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

dungaree Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling status, sitting back on her heels and upright. Her hands were pulled out to the slope and she felt cuffs attached to her wrists and secured to keep her arms ranch wide. person removed her watch and made an appreciative murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to wee-wee herself in fear as her ankles were forced apart and she felt turnup fastened to them. She flexed her pegleg buts couldn't move her ankles either way, they had been connected with some sort of solid bar keeping them about two invertebrate foot apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her question allowing her to see for the first time since all this had begun. As she blinked to bring everything into focusing she took in that she was in a large way furnished only with couch but on which lounged perhaps a twelve or to a greater extent men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in jeans and a vest, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a crispy English accent"Well 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 bridge player you back so I guess that the guy wire and I are going to have some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut unawares by a slap across the face and a thrill 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 smacking cut her condemnation short.

The suit walked around behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneel between her cattle ranch ankle. He tugged at her clothes until it came out from under her stifle and he could elevate it over her hips. She blushed, she had not worn underclothing because it spoilt the line of the dress, now she regretted her vanity.

As he saw her naked buttocks he whistled"Gentlemen, would you believe it the dame is wearing no underwear."

She felt hands voice her buttocks 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 Supreme Being no, please. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A fingerbreadth slipped between her legs and probed her dry cunt, she heard the cause spitting, and then spit again but this clip his finger smeared the hot sticky spittle around her anus.

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

"Hey guy wire. I'm going to tear 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 waistline and his prick stab at her soaked maw. She clamped up as miserly as she could as he thrust again, but for a present moment only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust punishing and tore his way inside. The painfulness was beyond anything she could ever experience imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a whole gang watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His hands held her pixilated and her slavery prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the painful sensation increased until she felt him perpetrate her towards himself as he buried himself mysterious 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 bridge player pull her hair to ram her head backwards, as her mouth opened to moan at the sudden pain she felt his articulated lorry tough cock pushed into her mouth and wanted to cast at the mouthful of her own shit and the simple thinking of it,

Suddenly the knife was back at her throat."fairly it nicely or I will slice you open like a bag of meat."The voice was quiet and insanely threatening. blue jean Devereaux self-preservation instinct took over and she sucked the prick 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 marking her, she has to look presentable when we give her back. And Mrs Devereaux you had better promise that your lawyer pay up fast. I don't think you want to bide here overlong do you ?"

blue jean Devereaux fell forward as far as her bondage would allow her and for a short while no-one touched her or radius to her, all she could hear 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 release 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 stomach and collapsed, held only by the two men either side. They hit her stomach again and then punched her breasts. She stopped struggling and simply cried as they hit her twice more, always on the soundbox and away from the face.

"clench 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 bed cover legs and, without warning simply kicked her cunt. The scream was flashy and continued into a wail. Her abuser laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be easier to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the painful sensation and made no resistance, indeed was incapable of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a narrow bench-like involvement. Her head fell forwards over one end and her peg hung off the other, just touching the floor. Her articulatio radiocarpea and articulatio talocruralis were fastened to rings in the floor just outside of the constringe bench's four legs. The completely position was incredibly painful, even the terrace hurt because it was both too narrow and too short to stick out her properly and her chest had been pulled free of her wearing apparel and hung down either side with the bench crushing the outer space between.

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

Her garb was pulled up and gathered in a bundle about her waistline as the first man forced his way into her dry cunt and fucked her hard, every movement pushed her rose hip into the Bench's sharply edges causing more infliction. She was determined not to piss a sound and give them that pleasance. The first rapine didn't last long and she felt the hot cum coat her insides but no Oklahoman had he finished than a secondly man invaded her and at the like time someone pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her mouthpiece to breath it was invaded by a foul tasting erecting. She could smell out the malicious gossip and diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her mouthpiece in meter with the man in her cunt.

Her first inherent aptitude was to bite but she felt a painful clinch on her ear and an American English accented voice whisper close to her."That's the bite of a duo of pliers. If my Friend here, or anyone else so very much as feels your tooth I promise you that I will deplume them out one at a meter and enjoy your thigh-slapper as I do so ”. The part was quiet and so dusty, it terrified her and not for an instant did she doubt the threat.

The man in her puss seemed to be taking forever but the one in her mouthpiece pushed forward almost into her throat and shot his cum deep into her. She swallowed as much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly meter to draw breath before someone else was in her oral fissure and then she felt the cum in her cunt again and another conversion there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her prat and then, suddenly, forcing two fingers up her anus, a move that made him scream his orgasm at almost the same time as the man in her lip. Again there was a transition in both holes, another dirty smelling man in her mouth and another forcing his way into her bitch, but this one was Brobdingnagian and she would own cried out if she hadn't had her utter full moon as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

The one in her mouth almost pulled out as he came giving her the foul perceptiveness of cum, she tried to not accept any at all and most simply dribbled out.

She breathed a little as no-one used her mouth this metre 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 rigourousness against her wrinkled anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was ineffective to push his way in. Then a fingerbreadth invaded followed by a secondment and a third and a fourth and she felt him simply pull apart the two fingers of each deal to open her. She was sure that she would charge and her sidesplitter and plea went unheeded as he pushed his putz against his digit and then released her sphincter at the Lapplander meter as he thrust forward.

In her altogether life-time Jean Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a drainpipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only venture how across-the-board she had been stretched to lodge him. She wept as he fucked her operose and then harder, each jab in or pull in back causing excruciating botheration and dragging from her the episodic scream. The rape went on forever with raucous comments in both side and, what she guessed, was the local Czech. Eventually the man's nooky started to cannonball along up and he forced deeper with each thrust and she heard him cry an orgasm as he pumped cum into her dark golf 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 have sex that this man had used her puss and or ass beforehand. How long it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to hear her scream they left her oral cavity empty while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her body. The pliers she had felt earlier were closed on one of her nipple and then pulled while the American fucked her in the ass and soul stuck either pins or the point of a tongue a couplet of prison term into her ass cheek while he used her cunt. But eventually the frequence of her use began to ease off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in agony along the bench.

Jean Devereaux could feel cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping open up as she could experience the coldness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thighs. Her mouthpiece and mouth were also bruised and her jaw hurt from being held open for so long, the stickiness had dried on her case and was itching, and she could sense 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 get wind some men still in the way but, from the sounds, far less than the earlier numbers.

"Let's cane the beef !"It was an English accent, educated, refined and he was excited about his melodic theme. The murmuration 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 try you shriek and see you bleed. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His representative 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 inter-group communication, and then the same again, she began to believe she was simply being tormented especially when there was laughter at her reactions. 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 oral sex, tried to pull away from the hurting, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the former side. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the blows hit her in perfect timing, two men, one on each side. How many time they hit her she didn't know, her voice was hoarse from screams and her rent simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the first time she had felt pain as work force had roamed over her bruised buttocks, the second time was simply so that two men could use her cunt, obviously excited by her ordeal. Eventually the torment stopped and all she could finger was a burning heat from her backside and upper second joint, even when someone moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could feel was the pain in the ass of the liaison, her anus simply opened to its abuser like a bloom, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could nail nipples to the terrace ?"A foreign accent mark

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

"Why not simply slice up off nipple in that case. I have knife. Or even unanimous breast ?"

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

There were muttering of arrangement and dungaree felt a bridge player stroke a part of her fuzz and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

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

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

She looked around to see a small group of five men putting on their coating and starting to leave. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply contribute her some form of retribution.

The Inner Light was turned off and the blackness was amount. blue jean Devereaux sobbed in pain in the neck and terror and at the feeling of total weakness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prague, the 29th.

Jean had no thought 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 musical theme how long she had slept but caught a glimpse of daylight through the open air doorway as the last one entered. All walked straight across the room and she suddenly remembered that her slit and ass were exposed behind her and that she must have looked like the cheapest harlot 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 hardness against her bruised cunt lips and was penetrated. The fucking was brutal but mercifully short. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their turn. Her wrists hurt and her ankles hurt and her abdomen hurt and she was being crew raped again. The first man ceded his home to the second and then to the third, the fourth, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced out-of-doors the dry hole which had closed up and stroked her give the sack 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 raper left and gave him their thanks.

"goodness dawning Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered sofa a few understructure to the side of her"We have sent a message to your married person in Jack London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do hope they do not react too fast because I have a identification number of concern political party who wish to see you over the next few days.

"You can't. You can't keep me here for daylight. I'll die, you'll pour down 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 intellection of it before she now realised just how thirsty she was, she was thirsty too but far to a greater extent she was thirsty. She saw him make a signal to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a begrime glassful from a shelf and put a chaff into it from a packet that was alongside. She then looked in horror as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to wee into the glass, he nearly filled the whole pint chicken feed and then stuck it under her face with the straw within stretch. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her heading away.

"Mrs Devereaux, now be reasonable. This is the entirely drinking that you will be offered today. Drink it."

"Fuck off you sick bastard."

He laughed and motioned for the glass to be put back onto the ledge."When you beg me I will allow you to booze it. Now I need a good aurora fuck."

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her teeth and the pain paste through her when he pulled apart her caned bottom. Without homework and with only the cum of her early raper to ease himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to make no further sound. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the pain of the sudden withdrawal.

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

As the other two men used her sassing and vagina simultaneously he sobbed quietly again, she thought that she had finished crying but the restarting of the completely nightmare reminded her of her complete lack of hope.

The three then pulled a table to within some six metrical foot of her, found some death chair from somewhere and pulled out a ring of cards. The Englishman sat quietly while his two comrade carried in three crates and then returned with a fourth man and Sir Thomas More beer.

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

"I guess but make it quick"

Jean had become just a man of meat to be fucked as a prelude to a game of cards and she soon received the sixth encumbrance of cum in her vagina in the little time since she had been awoken. He returned, took his deal of placard and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the side by side hours several 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 uncomfortableness, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate attempt to do her pain and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often more. One man, in barely accented American English language told her that he had managed to get two fingers and himself up her ass as she screamed at the painfulness of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between hands to use her and as sentence wore on Jean lost tally of how many men had come and gone and how many clock time she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the versatile screwing unless they were spectacularly unrelenting 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 drink at one point and, despite wanting to give up at the mere thought, had drunk the now-cold piss with tang and after, another warhead of wee straight from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a solitary man came in pulling a large metallic element cart. She watched the Englishman check his ticker."Seven on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

"You might stop employing me otherwise"he laughed."That the squawk ?"another Englishman, his speech pattern 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 particular cases where the whore is of no concern…"

denim's promise at his input disappeared. When she first heard his speech pattern she had believed he might help her, his posture and words stressed she should think again on that one.

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

"And ?"

"Okay."

dungaree gritted her teeth again wondering what this new distortion was to be but for perhaps five minutes she was untasted, just the noise of motion and unpacking. She was afraid to reckon turn. 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 patsy me like that."

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

Compared to the sooner pains, particularly the caning the tattooing was adequate. He pushed her dress away up her back and began a tattoo on her lower book binding, almost on the top of her posterior. The fourth dimension seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to fuck her ass ‘ working this closing was just too much'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 dungaree just hurt, right across her lower back. What had they done to her ? Would this ever end ? She lay still, she ached and wound 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 moth-eaten piddle so a petty more made no difference.

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

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

"Yeah, okeh. Just gon na get it on her in the meantime though. You mind ?"

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

The tattooist entered 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 nothing but shame and care. He took his time but eventually shot deep inside her. She said nothing and just allowed the revilement now, it had become commonplace.

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

"Was busy in shop."Obviously a local anaesthetic

"fountainhead get started straight away. We have early things to do."

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new arrival pulled a pocket-size table to alongside Jean face and she watched in close up as he took out scissors, a razor and versatile other particular from a case. Moments later he started to cut her retentive sullen hairsbreadth close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more probably, 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 headspring close and then repeated the function to control that nothing remained.

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

The barber walked to denim's twat 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 tenuous stubble beginning to acquire back now. She just assumed that he would shave her unruffled again.

She felt a low temperature sticky cream being spread over her lower area, from her anus to above her mons veneris and onto the tops 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 tactile property ashamed. The whole operation though took only a few minutes. And he stepped away.

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

‘ Hurt you as well ?'Jean's head raced. What did he signify. Her head raced as this crude yokel pulled up her shaven oral sex and pushed himself into her mouth and throat. He held her either side of her grimace and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's slit, punishing and deep. jean wanted to buy the farm but it didn't last long until she felt him hardening more in her sass and he pushed so far down her throat that she didn't even have to swallow.

He pulled back and still Jean could feel nothing but a docile warmheartedness 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 mortal had a blowlamp under her and she screamed and screamed for it to blockade. The burning seemed to go on forever but eventually the heating died away and she screamed at everyone and no-one"Now what have you bastards done to me ?"

"Mrs Devereaux, your voice communication is quite immoderate"his voice was still totally unemotional"we have merely made your lifespan a little promiscuous. The answer which my friend used is a very expensive, very unique formula, it simply means that you will never grow any hair in the area again, it has merely burnt away all hair follicles. You no longer consume to shave and are now nicely smooth at all times. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its time. make clean her up and Saint John the Apostle, you can do the next tattoo now."

denim was held by care as she felt the tattooist start work again but this clip on the back of her headland. Amazingly it didn't injury as much but no-one cared anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too spent, athirst and thirsty to resist now and she was refastened on her back with her legs in the air, open wide-cut in a salacious ‘ V ’, and her arm repositioned backwards onto the like fastening as before.

Over the side by side respective hr 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 spatial relation didn't allow for it. He completed his body of work by adding another tattoo just above where her pilus should stimulate been on her forehead."Just the ring now, god I'm tired"

Ring ? hoop ? now what were they going to do but dungaree already felt that her consistency had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him pull at her clitoris hood and Franklin Pierce it with a needle. The pain sensation was little more than that from and injection but when he added what was obviously the"tintinnabulation"she could palpate 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 telephone call it a day."

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





Chapter 4 : just outside Prague, the 30th.

The survey cockcrow 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, twenty, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to fuck a bare, fully shaved Englishwoman.

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

"Okay. facelift her up."

The calling card participant released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her ramification simply wouldn't support her and two of the men had to find fault her up and control her under her armpits. Her wrists were cuffed together and sleeve were pulled above her head and the cuff fastened to a pulley. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her fountainhead hung and she couldn't even summon the self-command to look up as they took the break down defiled remains of her attire from her and, for the starting time time, she was actually naked except for the rupture stockings and, she realised incongruently, her richly heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you require from me ? What are you going to do ?"Jean's articulation was plaintive, pitiful and teardrop flowed freely.

"That is very bare Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to hear you call and see you phlebotomise. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw blood, and maybe a little farseeing and then enjoy your respective yap again."He turned to the others"Begin"

Jean heard the whirl 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 gear. She screamed as the first blow hit and she screamed throughout the whipstitch. xxiv puff 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 sidesplitter from her despite the constant use that fix had received. The others also took their turns in raping her while she hung helpless including, for the first time, two of the men entering her front end and back simultaneously. She could almost let enjoyed that feeling under early setting, so full phase of the moon and so utterly used and helpless.

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



Chapter 4 : Prague, the 1st.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the same way and the like painful, restrictive thrall, but she was lovesome, she was easy even if every function of her body hurt like hell. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her first thinking said it had been a nightmare but the pain in her body said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to expect in the mirror, the sight that greeted her made her almost flop in horror and she slapped her hand across her mouth to stifle a screaming. Her chief was, as she had expected, totally bald, across the front, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"WHORE"in smuggled varsity letter maybe and inch and a one-half high. Her nipples had an aesthetic curlicue pattern tattooed around the exterior of each aureole. The words colza MY CUNT ran across her Mons and a heavy atomic number 79 ring, almost an column inch in diameter pierced her hood. She span around in order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her lower rear and"CUM trollop"across the vertebral column of her head. Her buttocks 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 pocket-size personal line of credit of blood where the skin had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its smoothness but then felt unfermented cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her back had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Lapplander but was horrified and more than than a little excited to retrieve that it opened easily at her pinch,"like that of a cheap whore"she thought as she winced at the botheration as the tip of her finger slipped inside.

The constabulary, I must speech sound the constabulary. And tell them what ? Yes, the grounds was obvious but would she want to stand up in court and go through the details ? Would she want everyone knowing the marks she carried. She stumbled back to the chamber and only then saw the gasbag upon the board and the two packets alongside, one somewhat larger than the other.

She almost collapsed on the bed from exhaustion and thirst as she tore unresolved 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 meet you again upon your payoff to Jack London but in the meanwhile I would evoke that you keep the movies in the enclosed packet in a safe place. I have enclosed discs of the full phase of the moon period together with edited transcript with the quieter times taken out to rivet on the more interesting episode. Your picket and jewellery is also enclosed.

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

The epilation of your more private areas is lasting and I am guessing that you will not bid to display those marks very often. They could be removed with cosmetic surgery should you care, although I think you would agree that such an activeness would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James Smith




Chapter 5 : supplement, London

Jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his Friend, on only a individual juncture, in Greater London and arranged by King James I metalworker of course. She had never enjoyed sex so a lot in her spirit, her point tattoos were, at that meter, 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 replicate penetration and even triple penetration. She still wasn't sure about the gustatory modality of piss, though she decided she might as well toast the gang's anyway while she was making her mind up about it, and they did expect it of her.

Jean joined a irregular gym and, just occasionally, would wander into the sweat room with the men where, always providing she wore the powerful style of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some interesting gossip and usually provided her with a new radical of ‘ adventurous'admirer with which to expend the evening.

She was both more relaxed and less tolerant in the office now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, private lifespan and when one of her other partners confessed in a boozy time after a particularly successful and lucrative declaration had come in that she had a phantasy about being kidnapped and raped, jean had little hesitation in passing over a certain James Adam Smith's business sector identity card"Let me cognise how you get on, I might even be persuaded to bring together you."She slipped her hand across her permanently smooth Mons and felt a frisant of fervor as she touched the atomic number 79 ring and felt where she knew the tattoo was .