Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : launching, Jack London, the 25th

"And you are quite certain that you don't want to add any promote 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. I do hope that you understand."

"Yes, of row, 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 check and no further correspondence until afterwards. I will be in Prag on the 28th, I will be concluding my business the same day and then staying on for several more and I should be back in London on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally guarantee my small conditions, including that you will own suitable protective covering gift whenever needed, then I do not require to know anything else. Is that all clear ?"

"Perfectly, Mrs Devereaux. All will be as harmonize and I look forward to our futurity occupation relationship."

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

Less than an hour later the contracts were in Jean Devereux's workforce. She had her PA hold the courier while she signed them and slipped a large brownish envelope inside the package before returning it to the messenger for legal transfer back.

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

At 37 jean Devereaux was one of the highest gainful corporate lawyer in the metropolis. Renowned as being insensate, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Czech capital trip was to settle one of the big deals in the City at the moment. The business would be over by the end of the first day but she had planned to stay on for a few twenty-four hours after as well. The thought of Jean Devereaux taking a vacation was considered highly strange but, as a twosome of the Jr in the Office had been heard to comment,"…even the macrocosm's phone number one ball-breaker has to acquire a break eventually ”, and it had been four years since anyone had seen her have any sorting of private life 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 in back to London by special courier. Jean Devereaux was back in her five star hotel way by 4:00pm and spent the future three 60 minutes 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 other female in the City.

The restaurant was some 30 minutes outside the city and the cab arrived promptly at 7:15, the result as she walked across the hotel vestibule was electric, high heels and a long Black eventide dress split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a small baseball field choker and discrete diamond earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still neural about what she had planned for later in the break.

Twenty minutes later the car was speeding along through woodland. Jean Devereaux lazed in the back, when suddenly the car veered to the English of the road and before she could respond both doorway opened and two men jumped in. Mere moment later, before she could say anything a tongue 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 oral fissure and the two men sat one either side of her, she could sense the point of the knife not quite breaking the skin but was terrified that a jut on the route would jump it through.

How long the journeying lasted she didn't know. It felt care hours until she felt the car slowing and heard the Tyre on gravel. The car came to a freeze and she heard the door spread, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her heels and still unable to see. The knife had gone from her throat but she knew it was not far away. She was half pushed, half pulled for a few foundation and then felt the warmheartedness as she passed through a doorway. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a concentrated wooden floor and instinctively curled to foetal position, no-one had spoken to her but her intellection ran to how much ransom they would ask and who they would ask it from, despite the"Mrs"she used for business she wasn't married and no-one had access code to her assets.

handwriting dragged her to her stifle and for the first time she dared to utter"What, what do you want ?"

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

Jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling placement, sitting back on her heel and upright. Her deal were pulled out to the side of meat and she felt handlock attached to her wrist joint and secured to maintain her weapons system bed covering all-inclusive. Someone removed her sentry and made an appreciative mussitation"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to relieve oneself herself in fear as her ankle joint were forced apart and she felt cuffs fastened to them. She flexed her legs buts couldn't make a motion her articulatio talocruralis either way, they had been connected with some kind of solid state bar keeping them about two feet apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her head allowing her to see for the first sentence since all this had begun. As she blinked to bring everything into focus she took in that she was in a turgid room furnished only with lounge but on which lounged perhaps a dozen or Thomas More 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 potato chip side emphasis"Well I guess that you will be Worth at to the lowest degree a million, we'll have to see. The bonus with the great unwashed like you Mrs Devereaux is that no-one really cares what we do before we helping hand you back so I guess that the Guy and I are going to sustain some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut light by a slap across the facial expression and a rush 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 causa walked around behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneel between her bed cover ankles. He tugged at her apparel until it came out from under her knees and he could raise it over her rose hip. She blushed, she had not worn underclothes because it spoilt the furrow of the attire, now she regretted her vanity.

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

She felt hired hand part her buttocks and knew he was going to ravish her. As she heard the zip and felt his hardness touch her shapely cheek she involuntarily wept a orison for saving"Oh my gods no, delight. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her stage and probed her dry puss, she heard the lawsuit expectoration, and then spit again but this clip his fingerbreadth smeared the hot sticky spit around her anus.

The realisation 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 whoreson"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his men on her waist and his prick thrust at her wet kettle of fish. She clamped up as tight 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 charge his way inside. The pain in the neck was beyond anything she could ever hold 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 tight and her thrall prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the pain in the ass increased until she felt him displume 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 bridge player pull her hair to force her head backwards, as her sass opened to moan at the sudden pain she felt his trailer truck hard prick pushed into her sass and wanted to heave at the taste of her own shit and the mere persuasion of it,

Suddenly the knife was back at her throat."make clean it nicely or I will slice up you open like a bag of meat."The articulation was quiet and insanely threatening. Jean Devereaux self-preservation instinct took over and she sucked the son of a bitch clean and jerk, 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 look presentable when we give her back. And Mrs Devereaux you had punter hope that your Lawyers pay up fast. I don't think you want to stay here overlong do you ?"

jean Devereaux fell forward as far as her bondage would permit her and for a shortstop while no-one touched her or spoke to her, all she could hear was a low-level disputation amongst the men.

Eventually they must have come to a decision because she watched four of them walk to her and release her radiocarpal joint. Her instinct was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her articulatio talocruralis. Nonetheless she tried to agitate 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 abdomen again and then punched her breasts. She stopped struggling and simply cried as they hit her twice more, always on the physical structure and away from the face.

"keep 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 head legs and, without warning simply kicked her puss. The scream was gaudy and continued into a wail. Her abuser laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be well-heeled to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the pain in the neck and made no resistance, indeed was unequal to of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a narrow down bench-like amour. Her head teacher fell forwards over one end and her peg hung off the early, just touching the story. Her wrists and ankle were fastened to rings in the trading floor just outside of the narrow terrace's four leg. The whole stead was incredibly painful, even the bench trauma because it was both too narrow and too short to support her properly and her boob had been pulled give up of her dress and hung down either side with the bench crushing the distance 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 rapine, and when it came it seemed interminable.

Her attire was pulled up and gathered in a bundle about her waistline as the first off man forced his way into her dry cunt and fucked her hard, every movement pushed her articulatio coxae into the judiciary's knifelike edges causing more pain. She was determined not to throw a sound and contribute them that pleasure. The inaugural assault didn't last long and she felt the hot cum coat her insides but no sooner had he finished than a 2nd man invaded her and at the same sentence someone pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her back talk to breath it was invaded by a foul tasting erection. She could smell the dirt and diesel engine oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her back talk in prison term with the man in her cunt.

Her first instinct was to bite but she felt a painful clamp on her ear and an American accented voice whisper close to her."That's the bite of a pair of pliers. If my friend here, or anyone else so much as spirit your dentition I promise you that I will tear them out one at a time and enjoy your shriek as I do so ”. The voice was lull and so cold, it terrified her and not for an jiffy did she doubt the threat.

The man in her cunt seemed to be taking forever but the one in her sassing pushed forward almost into her throat and shoot his cum deep into her. She swallowed as much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly clip to draw intimation before someone else was in her mouth and then she felt the cum in her twat again and another changeover there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her buttocks and then, suddenly, forcing two fingers up her anus, a move that made him shout out his sexual climax at almost the same time as the man in her backtalk. Again there was a conversion in both holes, another dirty smelling man in her mouthpiece and another forcing his way into her twat, but this one was huge and she would have cried out if she hadn't had her mouth full as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

The one in her oral cavity almost pulled out as he came giving her the clog up taste of cum, she tried to not swallow any at all and most simply drop out.

She breathed a piddling as no-one used her lip this time and she had only the hugeness in her twat 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 trickle onto her ass and heard him expectoration. She screamed out and begged him before he had even started, there was just laugh as she felt her ass nerve pulled apart and a rigorousness against her wrinkled anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was unable to draw his way in. Then a finger invaded followed by a moment and a one-third and a twenty-five percent and she felt him simply perpetrate apart the two digit of each hand to open her. She was sure that she would rupture and her screams and supplication went unheeded as he pushed his putz against his digit and then released her sphincter at the Same sentence as he thrust forward.

In her unharmed life Jean Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a drainpipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only imagine how spacious she had been stretched to accommodate him. She wept as he fucked her hard and then harder, each driving force in or pull back causing excruciating pain and dragging from her the occasional screaming. The rape went on forever with rowdy comments in both English and, what she guessed, was the topical anesthetic Czech. Eventually the man's fucking started to speed up and he forced deeper with each push and she heard him cry an orgasm as he pumped cum into her obscure hole for what seemed like forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with someone in her mouth as well and sometimes he could taste herself and would know that this man had used her bitch and or ass beforehand. How long it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to get word her scream they left her mouth empty while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her body. The pliers she had felt earlier were closed on one of her pap and then pulled while the American fucked her in the ass and individual stuck either PIN or the point of a knife a pair of prison term into her ass cheeks while he used her puss. But eventually the frequency of her use began to facilitate off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in agony along the bench.

dungaree Devereaux could finger cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping open as she could feel the coldness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thigh. Her oral fissure and lips were also bruised and her jaw hurt from being held assailable for so long, the stickiness had dried on her face and was itching, and she could reek 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 take heed some men still in the room but, from the sounds, far lupus erythematosus than the earlier turn.

"Let's cane the bitch !"It was an English stress, educated, refined and he was excited about his musical theme. The mutters of obvious approval showed that it excited the others to.

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

"What we want, Mrs Devereaux, is to hear you screech and see you bleed. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His vocalisation was so cut chicken feed 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 striking, and then the same again, she began to conceive 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 head, tried to rive away from the pain, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the early side. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the bump hit her in perfective tense timing, two men, one on each face. How many metre they hit her she didn't know, her voice was hoarse from wow and her weeping simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the start time she had felt pain as hands had roamed over her bruised buttocks, the second time was simply so that two men could use her bitch, obviously excited by her trial by ordeal. Eventually the overrefinement stopped and all she could feel was a burning hotness from her buttocks and upper thighs, even when someone moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could feel was the pain of the link, her anus simply opened to its abuser like a flush, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could pass with flying colors nipples to the bench ?"A foreign idiom

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

"Why not simply slit off mamilla in that type. I have knife. Or even whole white meat ?"

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

There were murmurings of correspondence and Jean felt a hand stroke a part of her whisker and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

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

She felt him step back and then a warm 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 drink the last free fall from him and walked back past her pull off her blindfold as her did so.

She looked around to see a lowly mathematical group of five men putting on their coat and starting to leave. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply bring her some phase of retribution.

The light was turned off and the blackness was total. blue jean Devereaux sobbed in pain and terror and at the tactile sensation of add up weakness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prague, the 29th.

dungaree 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 care labourers. She had no idea how retentive she had slept but caught a coup d'oeil of daylight through the open doorway as the last one entered. All walked straight across the elbow room and she suddenly remembered that her cunt and ass were exposed behind her and that she must have looked like the cheapest 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 offend snatch sass and was penetrated. The fucking was savage but mercifully short. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their turn. Her articulatio radiocarpea hurt and her ankles trauma and her breadbasket hurt and she was being gang raped again. The for the first time man ceded his place to the bit and then to the third, the fourth, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced open up the dry kettle of fish which had closed up and stroked her 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 cognisant of them when the rapists left and gave him their thanks.

"good morning Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered lounge a few feet to the side of her"We have sent a subject matter to your collaborator in London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do hope they do not reply too fast because I have a telephone number of interested parties who wish to see you over the next few days.

"You can't. You can't preserve me here for days. I'll die, you'll wipe out me. delight 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 wish a drink ?"

Although she hadn't thought of it before she now realised just how thirsty she was, she was hungry too but far more she was hungry. She saw him give a signaling to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a soil glass from a shelf and put a stalk into it from a packet that was alongside. She then looked in horror as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to piss into the spyglass, he nearly filled the whole pint ice and then stuck it under her face with the straw within reach. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her fountainhead away.

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

"shag off you sick bastard."

He laughed and motioned for the chicken feed to be put back onto the ledge."When you beg me I will give up you to salute it. Now I need a dear aurora fuck."

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her teeth and the pain paste through her when he pulled apart her caned buttocks. Without preparation 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 puddle no promote sounds. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the pain of the sudden detachment.

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

As the former two men used her oral cavity 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 sodding lack of hope.

The three then pulled a table to within some six human foot of her, found some chairs from somewhere and pulled out a gang of cards. The Englishman sat quietly while his two companion carried in three crates and then returned with a quartern man and more beer.

They dealt the add-in and each opened a can of beer, the Englishman poured his into a quartz glass that had come with one of the crates. The quaternary man didn't sit just uttered the countersign"Sir"in a topical anaesthetic speech pattern and thumbed at Jean.

"I guess but make it quick"

Jean had become just a piece of music of meat to be fucked as a prelude to a game of cards and she soon received the 6th load of cum in her vagina in the short time since she had been awoken. He returned, took his hand of cards and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the next hours respective men arrived, spoke to the Englishman in every illustration and then fucked her, usually vaginally but sometimes orally and sometimes anally. She was now so bruised vaginally that any penetration caused pain and soreness, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate endeavor to cause her pain and usually succeeded in eliciting at to the lowest degree one cry and often more. One man, in barely accented American English told her that he had managed to get two finger and himself up her ass as she screamed at the pain sensation of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between hands to use her and as sentence 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 versatile ass unless they were stunningly brutal and by evening, as she judged it by the differing light when the room access opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a drink at one level and, despite wanting to throw away up at the mere thought, had drunk the now-cold piss with relish and after, another burden of urine straight from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a solitary man came in pulling a large metal go-cart. She watched the Englishman check his sentinel."sevener on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

"You might block up employing me otherwise"he laughed."That the gripe ?"another Englishman, his accent to a lesser extent upper crust.

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

"Yup. About two to three hours. Normally I would indicate several Roger Huntington Sessions but in these special cases where the fancy woman is of no concern…"

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

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

"And ?"

"Okay."

Jean gritted her tooth again wondering what this new torture was to be but for perhaps five minutes she was uninfluenced, just the haphazardness of crusade and unpacking. She was afraid to look unit of ammunition. 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 passport from the tattooist that she should stay still or this could have twice as long.

Compared to the earlier strain, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her clothes away up her rear and began a tattoo on her low-toned vertebral column, almost on the top of her hind end. The time seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to have a go at it her ass ‘ working this close was just too much'he explained, as a lot to her as to the Englishman, but apart from that continued, not even taking a beer ‘ might interpose with the study'he had said.

Eventually he finished and denim 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 time of day, 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 little Thomas More made no difference.

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

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

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

"Of grade not. She might heed then again she gets no say in it."

The tattooist entered Jean's vagina so easily. It was opened from incessant use and the cum that was constantly being put up there kept her lubricated even if she felt naught but pity and concern. He took his sentence but eventually shooter deep inside her. She said zilch and just allowed the abuse now, it had become commonplace.

"About meter 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 affair to do."

"I fuck first ?"

"No. You can make love her afterwards. IF you do a undecomposed job and you don't take too long."

The new arrival pulled a small-scale tabular array to alongside jean typeface and she watched in close up as he took out scissors, a razor and respective early items from a casing. Moments later he started to cut her retentive dark tomentum 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 forward motion. When he had finished he mixed lather and continued by shaving her head close and then repeated the subroutine to secure that nothing remained.

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

The barber walked to Jean's bitch surface area 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 cold-shoulder chaff beginning to uprise back now. She just assumed that he would trim her smooth again.

She felt a cold sticky pick being spreadhead over her dispirited sphere, from her anus to above her mons and onto the tops of her thighs either side of meat. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his finger's breadth inside her holes in a way that made Jean feel ashamed. The whole procedure though took only a few transactions. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no piece of tail other hole for couple of minute and you clean cream off world-class or it hurt you as well. It take another few minutes to set off working properly."

‘ suffering you as well ?'denim's brain raced. What did he mean. Her mind raced as this crude rube pulled up her shaven headland and pushed himself into her mouth and throat. He held her either side of her facial expression and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's snatch, hard and deep. denim 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 feel nothing but a pacify lovingness 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 check. 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 spoken communication is quite immoderate"his voice was still totally unemotional"we have merely made your life story a fiddling well-heeled. The answer which my friend used is a very expensive, very unique normal, it simply means that you will never spring up any hair in the realm again, it has merely burnt away all hair follicles. You no longer have to shave and are now nicely smooth at all clip. Isn't that a fillip ?"He paused"Its had its fourth dimension. Clean her up and John, you can do the following tattoo now."

Jean was held by care as she felt the tattooist start work again but this prison term on the back of her question. 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 exhausted, athirst and hungry to resist now and she was refastened on her rachis with her legs in the air, open up wide in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her arms repositioned backwards onto the Lapp attachment as before.

Over the succeeding several hour Jean watched as the tattooist added something to her mons and then screamed constantly as he tattooed around her gloriole. She couldn't see what he was doing, her side didn't allow for it. He completed his body of work by adding another tattoo just above where her hair should have been on her brow."Just the annulus now, immortal I'm tired"

Ring ? RING ? now what were they going to do but denim already felt that her body had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him puff at her clitoris punk and President Pierce it with a needle. The hurting was little more than that from and injection but when he added what was obviously the"doughnut"she could find 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 outcry it a day."

One of the men proceeded to feed dungaree bread piece by spell until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink clear cold H2O. She had forgotten how thirsty 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 pressure, and she no longer made any attempt to resist her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Prague, the 30th.

The be morning was the same as the day before. The men, the notice table. It only changed as flow of others came in, each put something on the board and then fucked her. How many she didn't know, she didn't precaution, 20, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to have a go at it a raw, fully shaven Englishwoman.

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

"okey. ski lift her up."

The card actor released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her legs simply wouldn't bread and butter her and two of the men had to piece her up and admit her under her armpit. Her wrists were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her head and the turnup fastened to a pulley. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her headland hung and she couldn't even summon the self-will to see up as they took the pucker defiled corpse of her dress from her and, for the first time, she was actually naked except for the snap stockings and, she realised incongruently, her senior high school heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you require from me ? What are you going to do ?"Jean's voice was plaintive, distressing and split flowed freely.

"That is very wide-eyed Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to hear you shriek and see you phlebotomize. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw blood, and maybe a little longer and then bask your various mess again."He turned to the others"Begin"

denim heard the crack of a whip and turned to see one of the men with a long bullwhip to on e position of her, she looked to the other and saw a indorsement. She screamed as the beginning blow hit and she screamed throughout the whipping. 24 blast from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the wide-eyed word"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a shriek from her despite the changeless use that hole had received. The others also took their turns in raping her while she hung lost including, for the initiative time, two of the men entering her front and back simultaneously. She could almost get enjoyed that feeling under former circumstances, so entire and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her enough, and she realised that virtually had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could sense cum running down her branch from her apply fix, there seemed to be so a good deal of it. She felt a acute stab in her left 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 room and the Lapplander dreadful, restrictive bondage, but she was fond, she was comfortable even if every theatrical role of her eubstance hurt like blaze. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her starting time thoughts said it had been a nightmare but the pain in her body said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to look in the mirror, the heap that greeted her made her almost crash in repulsion and she slapped her helping hand across her lip to asphyxiate a scream. Her chief was, as she had expected, totally barefaced, across the front line, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"WHORE"in Black letters maybe and in and a half high. Her nipples had an artistic curl pattern tattooed around the outside of each halo. The words RAPE MY CUNT ran across her Mon and a heavy gold ringing, almost an column inch in diameter pierced her hood. She span around in order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her lower back and"CUM strumpet"across the back of her head. Her derriere were almost black with bruising from the cane and her unscathed body from neck to knees showed the signs of the whipping she had received, with small lines of blood where the skin had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its fluency but then felt freshly cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her backbone had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Sami but was horrified and more than than a footling excited to come up that it opened easily at her touch,"like that of a flash whore"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her digit slipped inside.

The police, I must phone the constabulary. And distinguish them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she require to stand up in court of law and go through the contingent ? Would she want everyone knowing the cross she carried. She stumbled back to the sleeping accommodation and only then saw the envelope upon the board and the two packets alongside, one somewhat larger than the other.

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

Dear 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 return to London but in the meantime I would suggest that you keep the movie in the enwrap packet in a condom place. I have enclosed discs of the full-of-the-moon flow together with edited written matter with the quieter metre taken out to concentrate on the more concern episodes. Your sentinel and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the impropriety of having your own hair made up into a wig which you will find in the endorse parcel accompanying this letter. Your own whisker will, of course, farm back to treat the more obvious, and publicly seeable, marks of your experience, unless you choose to keep your head shaven naturally.

The depilation of your to a greater extent secret area is lasting and I am guessing that you will not wish to display those marks very often. They could be removed with cosmetic surgery should you wish, although I think you would harmonize that such an action at law would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James Smith




Chapter 5 : Postscript, London

jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his friend, on only a ace occasion, in London and arranged by James II Julia Evelina Smith of course. She had never enjoyed sex so lots in her life, her heading tattoos were, at that sentence, just still visible beneath her returning hair and she fully lived up to their boasting. She also decided that she really did relish replicate penetration and even treble insight. She still wasn't sure about the taste of piss, though she decided she might as well pledge the crowd's anyway while she was making her creative thinker up about it, and they did anticipate it of her.

Jean joined a sec gym and, just occasionally, would wander into the Sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the right style of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some interesting input and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventurous'friends with which to spend the eve.

She was both more make relaxed and less liberal in the office now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, private life and when one of her early partner confessed in a drunken time after a particularly successful and lucrative contract had come in that she had a fantasy about being kidnapped and raped, jean had small hesitation in passing over a certain James smith's business card"Let me bang how you get on, I might even be persuaded to join you."She slipped her hand across her permanently placid mons pubis and felt a frisant of fervour as she touched the gold doughnut and felt where she knew the tattoo was .