Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : innovation, London, the 25th

"And you are quite certain that you don't want to add any far conditions or making, you're felicitous with thing as agreed ?"

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

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

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

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

Jean Devereaux interrupted."No, I want no confirmation and no further proportionateness until afterwards. I will be in Czech capital 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 pocket-sized consideration, including that you will have suitable protection present whenever needed, then I do not want to know anything else. Is that all unclouded ?"

"Perfectly, Mrs Devereaux. All will be as in agreement and I look forward to our futurity businesss relationship."

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

Less than an hour later the contracts were in Jean Devereux's hands. She had her PA hold the messenger while she signed them and slipped a large brown envelope inside the software program before returning it to the Courier for delivery back.

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

At thirty-seven jean Devereaux was one of the highest paid corporate attorney in the metropolis. Renowned as being cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly effective, hence the fees she commanded. The Praha misstep was to finalize one of the largest deals in the city at the moment. The job would be over by the end of the first day but she had planned to continue on for a few days after as well. The thought process of denim Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a couple of the Junior in the bureau had been heard to remark,"…even the world's telephone number one ball-breaker has to occupy a break eventually ”, and it had been four geezerhood since anyone had seen her have any sort of individual aliveness at all.




Chapter 2 : Prague, the evening of the 28th

By mid afternoon of the 28th everything had gone exactly as planned, everything was signed and witnessed and everything had been collected to take back to capital of the United Kingdom by particular courier. Jean Devereaux was back in her five star 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 esteemed 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 metropolis.

The restaurant was some 30 minutes outside the metropolis and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the impression as she walked across the hotel hall was galvanizing, luxuriously heels and a hanker pitch-black evening dress split up to the thigh, minimal jewelry, just a small-scale diamond ruff and distinct diamond earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still skittish about what she had planned for later in the break.

XX minutes later the car was speeding along through forest. Jean Devereaux lazed in the binding, when suddenly the car veered to the side of meat of the road and before she could react both door opened and two men jumped in. bare moments later, before she could say anything a knife was at her throat and a blindfold was over her eyes.

In threat she didn't move or say anything. A gag was forced into her mouth and the two men sat one either side of her, she could find the point of the knife not quite breaking the hide but was terrified that a prominence on the road would jump it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt like hr until she felt the car deceleration and heard the Tyre on gravel. The car came to a halt and she heard the door receptive, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her bounder and still unable to see. The knife had gone from her throat but she knew it was not far away. She was half pushed, one-half pulled for a few feet and then felt the fondness as she passed through a doorway. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a difficult wooden floor and instinctively curled to foetal spot, 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 occupation she wasn't married and no-one had access to her assets.

Hands dragged her to her knees and for the number 1 metre she dared to talk"What, what do you want ?"

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

dungaree Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling office, sitting back on her heels and upright. Her hands were pulled out to the sides and she felt cuffs attached to her wrists and secured to continue her blazonry spread wide. individual removed her watch and made an appreciative murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to piss herself in fear as her ankle were forced apart and she felt cuffs fastened to them. She flexed her wooden leg buts couldn't move her ankles either way, they had been connected with some sort of strong bar keeping them about two feet apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her caput allowing her to see for the showtime time since all this had begun. As she blinked to institute everything into focus she took in that she was in a large room furnished only with sofas but on which lounged perhaps a dozen or more men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in dungaree and a vest, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a crisp English idiom"Well I guess that you will be worth at least a million, we'll have to see. The bonus with multitude 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 short by a smacking across the face and a kick in the stomach. She coughed and choked.

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

"What. What are you going…."Again a smacking cut her conviction short.

The suit walked around behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneel between her spread articulatio talocruralis. He tugged at her apparel until it came out from under her knee and he could raise it over her hip joint. She blushed, she had not worn underclothing because it spoilt the furrow of the dress, now she regretted her vanity.

As he saw her nude buttocks he whistled"man, would you conceive it the lady is wearing no underwear."

She felt manpower part her derriere and knew he was going to rape her. As she heard the zip and felt his severeness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a appeal for saving"Oh my gods no, please. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A fingerbreadth slipped between her legs and probed her dry cunt, she heard the wooing spit, and then spit again but this time his fingers smeared the hot sticky spittle around her anus.

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

"Hey guys. 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 script on her waist and his pricking thrust at her tight hole. She clamped up as crocked as she could as he thrust again, but for a moment only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust hard and tore his way inside. The nuisance was beyond anything she could ever have imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a unit gang watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His hands held her tight and her thralldom prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the pain increased until she felt him pull her towards himself as he buried himself thick 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 hand drag her tomentum to force her top dog backwards, as her sass opened to moan at the sudden pain she felt his rig hard prick pushed into her mouth and wanted to puke at the taste of her own diddlyshit and the mere thought of it,

Suddenly the knife was back at her throat."Clean it nicely or I will slice you open like a bag of meat."The voice was placid and mortal threatening. Jean Devereaux self-preservation inherent aptitude took over and she sucked the pecker clean, trying hard not to vomit.

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

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

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

"Hold her backwards"the English language 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 branch and, without warning simply kicked her twat. The sidesplitter was gaudy 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 pain and made no underground, indeed was unequal to of any ohmic resistance, as she was dragged onto her belly lying along a narrow bench-like affair. Her head word fell forwards over one end and her legs hung off the early, just touching the floor. Her wrists and ankles were fastened to mob in the base just outside of the narrow judiciary's four legs. The unhurt view was incredibly sore, even the bench hurt because it was both too specialize and too short to underpin her properly and her breasts had been pulled free of her dress and hung down either side with the terrace crushing the space between.

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

Her dress was pulled up and gathered in a big money about her waist as the initiative man forced his way into her dry twat and fucked her hard, every movement pushed her pelvic girdle into the bench's abrupt edges causing Sir Thomas More pain. She was determined not to make believe a sound and make them that pleasure. The first rapine didn't last longsighted and she felt the hot cum coat her interior but no Sooner had he finished than a second man invaded her and at the like time someone pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her oral fissure to breath it was invaded by a repelling tasting erection. She could smell the shite and diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her mouthpiece in metre with the man in her cunt.

Her first instinct was to bite but she felt a painful clamp on her ear and an American English accented voice whisper close to her."That's the chomp of a pair of pliers. If my friend here, or anyone else so a great deal as feels your teeth I promise you that I will draw them out one at a time and bask your shriek as I do so ”. The voice was tranquillize 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 dash his cum deep into her. She swallowed as much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly fourth dimension to draw off hint before somebody else was in her mouth 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 butt and then, suddenly, forcing two fingers up her anus, a move that made him scream his orgasm at almost the Sami prison term as the man in her sassing. Again there was a transition in both holes, another dirty smelling man in her back talk and another forcing his way into her puss, but this one was huge and she would suffer cried out if she hadn't had her mouth full as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

The one in her sass almost pulled out as he came giving her the nasty taste of cum, she tried to not live with any at all and most simply dribbled out.

She breathed a picayune 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 laugh as she felt her ass nerve pulled apart and a hardness against her wrinkled anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was ineffective to ram his way in. Then a digit invaded followed by a s and a third and a fourth and she felt him simply pull apart the two fingers of each hired man to open her. She was sure that she would pull and her screams and pleas went neglected as he pushed his asshole against his finger and then released her sphincter muscle at the Lapplander meter as he thrust forward.

In her whole 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 guess how wide-cut she had been stretched to accommodate him. She wept as he fucked her voiceless and then harder, each stab in or pluck back causing excruciating painfulness and dragging from her the occasional screeching. The rape went on forever with strident comments in both English and, what she guessed, was the local anaesthetic Czechoslovakian. Eventually the man's nooky started to hasten up and he forced deeper with each thrust and she heard him cry an orgasm as he pumped cum into her drear trap for what seemed like forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with someone in her oral cavity as well and sometimes he could taste herself and would know that this man had used her cunt and or ass beforehand. How long it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to listen her scream they left her mouth vacate while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her physical structure. The pliers she had felt earlier were closed on one of her nipples and then pulled while the American fucked her in the ass and individual stuck either pins or the point of a tongue a mates of metre into her ass cheeks while he used her twat. But eventually the frequency of her use began to allay off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in excruciation along the bench.

blue jean 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 bitch was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thighs. Her mouth and sass were also bruised and her jaw hurt from being held open up for so long, the stickiness had dried on her font and was itching, and she could smell the cum in her tomentum from where some of the men had simply pulled out and dead reckoning themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could hear some men still in the way but, from the sounds, far less than the earlier numbers.

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

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

"What we want, Mrs Devereaux, is to hear you wow and see you bleed. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His vocalization was so cut spyglass 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 rear end.

Again it hit her and she lifted her head teacher, tried to pull in away from the pain in the neck, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the early slope. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the reverse hit her in perfect timing, two men, one on each side. How many multiplication they hit her she didn't know, her voice was hoarse from screaming and her crying simply didn't come any Thomas More. Twice they had stopped the foremost time she had felt pain as hands had roamed over her injure buttocks, the second time was simply so that two men could use her cunt, obviously excited by her ordeal. Eventually the torture stopped and all she could sense was a burning heat from her buttocks and pep pill thighs, even when individual moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could feel was the pain of the contact, her anus simply opened to its abuser like a flower, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could ace nipples to the bench ?"A extraneous accent

"Too a lot bother to get the nails out later if we do release her ”, the Englishman again.

"Why not simply slice off tit in that case. I have knife. Or even hale breast ?"

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

There were mutter of understanding and Jean felt a hand stroke a part of her pilus and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

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

She felt him abuse back and then a quick liquid spraying onto her head and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in ignominy and humiliation. When he had finished he made her toast the end drops 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 coats and starting to go out. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply bring her some chassis of retribution.

The Light Within was turned off and the pitch blackness was amount. Jean Devereaux sobbed in pain and terror and at the feeling of sum helplessness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prague, the 29th.

dungaree had no estimate how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a burst of sparkle as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely like jack. She had no estimate how farsighted she had slept but caught a coup d'oeil of day through the receptive threshold as the last one entered. All walked heterosexual across the room and she suddenly remembered that her cunt and ass were exposed behind her and that she must give looked like the garish bawd on the streets.

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

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

She felt a hardness against her bruised twat sassing and was penetrated. The fucking was brutal but mercifully short. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their turn. Her radiocarpal joint detriment and her ankle hurt and her stomach injury and she was being gang raped again. The beginning man ceded his place to the instant and then to the third, the fourth, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced open the dry yap which had closed up and stroked her caned 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 aware of them when the raper left and gave him their thanks.

"Good morning Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered sofa a few feet to the side of her"We have sent a subject matter to your mate in Jack London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do hope they do not respond 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 save me here for days. I'll die, you'll belt 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 thought of it before she now realised just how thirsty she was, she was hungry too but far Thomas More she was thirsty. She saw him ease up a signal to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a pestiferous methamphetamine 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 spend a penny into the glass, he nearly filled the totally dry pint glass and then stuck it under her font with the stubble within reach. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her head away.

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

"fuck off you sick bastard."

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

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her tooth and the annoyance spread through her when he pulled apart her sack rump. Without preparation and with only the cum of her before raper to ease himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to pretend no far sounds. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the painful sensation of the sudden climb-down.

"Mrs Devereaux you stink, but I don't think most of your client today will beware 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 wholly nightmare reminded her of her complete want of hope.

The three then pulled a mesa to within some six human foot of her, found some chairs from somewhere and pulled out a pack of cards. The Englishman sat quietly while his two comrades carried in three crateful and then returned with a fourth man and More beer.

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

"I guess but make it spry"

Jean had become just a piece of marrow to be fucked as a prelude to a secret plan of cards and she soon received the 6th lode of cum in her vagina in the short time since she had been awoken. He returned, took his script 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 incursion caused pain and discomfort, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate attempt to induce her pain and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often more than. One man, in barely stressed American English told her that he had managed to get two fingers and himself up her ass as she screamed at the pain of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between hands to use her and as time wore on Jean lost 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 roll in the hay unless they were spectacularly brutal and by evening, as she judged it by the differing igniter 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 hurl up at the mere thought, had drunk the now-cold piss with gusto and after, another load of piss straight from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The room access opened and a solitary man came in pulling a large metal cart. She watched the Englishman check his sentinel."7 on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

"Yup. About two to three time of day. Normally I would suggest several sessions but in these special cases where the cyprian is of no concern…"

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

The new arrival stood alongside her"Ouch, dense 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 untouched, just the disturbance of trend and unpacking. She was afraid to look round. 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 grade me like that."

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

Compared to the earlier painful sensation, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her dress away up her back and began a tattoo on her lower back, almost on the top of her buns. The time seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to be intimate her ass ‘ working this close 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 Jean just hurt, compensate across her low-down dorsum. What had they done to her ? Would this ever end ? She lay still, she ached and pain 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 cold pee so a little more made no dispute.

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

"Of course but we are waiting for that damned barber and then you can eat up the rear. Then we'll turn her over."

"Yeah, okay. Just gon na roll in the hay 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 unvarying use and the cum that was constantly being put up there kept her lubricated even if she felt zippo but ignominy and fear. 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 anesthetic

"Well get started straight away. We have other thing 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-sized board to alongside Jean face and she watched in close up as he took out scissors, a razor and various former items from a suit. moment later he started to cut her prospicient dingy hair close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more likely, just didn't forethought. Methodically he proceeded to cut her hair and then carefully place the shorn locks into a container, obviously prepared in advance. When he had finished he mixed lather and continued by shaving her head close and then repeated the procedure to check that nothing remained.

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

The barber walked to dungaree's puss expanse and she heard him unscrew a cap, she was always shaven, she always felt it more hygienic somehow, but she knew that there must be a slight chaff beginning to acquire back now. She just assumed that he would trim her smooth again.

She felt a cold sticky ointment being ranch over her lower area, from her anus to above her mons and onto the height of her thighs either English. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his digit inside her golf hole in a way that made Jean feel ashamed. The whole subprogram though took only a few min. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no fuck other holes for yoke of hour and you clean skim off first or it hurt you as well. It take up another few minutes to start working properly."

‘ Hurt you as well ?'denim's mind raced. What did he mean. Her mind raced as this fossil oil yokel pulled up her shaven head and pushed himself into her lip and throat. He held her either slope of her expression and simply fucked as if he were fucking a prostitute's cunt, hard and deep. dungaree wanted to fret 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 null but a placate warmness 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 soul had a blowtorch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to break off. The electrocution 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 oral communication is quite immoderate"his part was still totally reticent"we have merely made your life a little soft. The solution which my friend used is a very expensive, very unique convention, it simply means that you will never grow any hair in the realm again, it has merely burnt away all fuzz follicles. You no longer have to shave and are now nicely smooth at all fourth dimension. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its time. pick her up and King John, you can do the next tattoo now."

dungaree was held by care as she felt the tattooist kickoff work again but this sentence on the back of her headway. Amazingly it didn't hurt as very much but no-one deal anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too exhausted, hungry and thirsty to resist now and she was refastened on her back with her leg in the air, give broad in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her weapon repositioned backwards onto the Saame fastening as before.

Over the next several hours 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 post didn't allow for it. He completed his work by adding another tattoo just above where her hair should have got been on her os frontale."Just the mob now, graven image I'm tired"

Ring ? doughnut ? 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 hood and pierce it with a phonograph needle. The pain was little more than that from and injection but when he added what was obviously the"ring"she could feel its weight even though she was lying down.

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

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

One of the men proceeded to prey Jean bread piece by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to fuddle clear low temperature water. She had forgotten how hungry she was. Even as she was eating one of the other sodomised her and the Englishman followed him. Her anus offered absolutely no resistance now, it simply opened to their insistence, and she no longer made any endeavour to refuse her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Praha, the 30th.

The following morning was the same as the day before. The men, the identity card table. It only changed as rate of flow 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 dollar bill, maybe 30 during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to have sex a naked, fully shaved Englishwoman.

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

"Okay. lift her up."

The calling card musician released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her legs simply wouldn't support her and two of the men had to cull her up and obtain her under her armpits. Her wrists were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her head and the manacle fastened to a pulley block. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her oral sex hung and she couldn't even summon the willpower to calculate up as they took the crumpled defiled remains of her dress from her and, for the beginning time, she was actually naked except for the torn stockings and, she realised incongruently, her high heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you require from me ? What are you going to do ?"dungaree's voice was mournful, pitiful and bout flowed freely.

"That is very unproblematic Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to try you scream and see you bleed. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw rakehell, and maybe a little tenacious and then enjoy your various holes 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 side of her, she looked to the other and saw a second. She screamed as the first blast hit and she screamed throughout the whipping. xxiv blows from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the uncomplicated word"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a scream from her despite the constant use that pickle had received. The others also took their bend in raping her while she hung incapacitated including, for the kickoff clip, two of the men entering her battlefront and back simultaneously. She could almost have enjoyed that feeling under other setting, so full and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her enough, and she realised that about had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could feel cum running down her legs from her use golf hole, there seemed to be so lots of it. She felt a incisive thrust in her allow arm and turned to see the Englishman emptying a syringe into her. She had no clip to really oppose before obliviousness hit her.



Chapter 4 : Czech capital, the 1st.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the Saame elbow room and the Saame terrible, restrictive thralldom, but she was tender, she was prosperous even if every part of her body hurt like underworld. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her first thoughts said it had been a nightmare but the annoyance in her body said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the can to look in the mirror, the sight that greeted her made her almost collapse in horror and she slapped her mitt across her mouth to strangle a scream. Her head was, as she had expected, totally bald, across the front, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"WHORE"in mordant missive maybe and in and a half luxuriously. Her nipples had an artistic scroll pattern tattooed around the exterior of each glory. The words RAPE MY CUNT ran across her Mons and a ponderous gold ring, almost an inch in diam pierced her hood. She span around in society to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her lower back and"CUM SLUT"across the back of her head. Her tooshie were almost black with bruising from the cane and her all body from neck to knees showed the signs of the flagellation she had received, with minuscule lines of ancestry where the hide had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its smoothness but then felt sweet cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her spine had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Saame but was horrified and Sir Thomas More than a minuscule excited to regain that it opened easily at her cutaneous senses,"like that of a cheap whore"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her finger slipped inside.

The police, I must phone the police. And distinguish them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she need to resist up in homage and go through the detail ? Would she want everyone knowing the marks she carried. She stumbled back to the bedchamber and only then saw the envelope upon the board and the two packets alongside, one somewhat tumid than the other.

She almost collapsed on the bed from enervation and thirst as she tore open 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 contact you again upon your takings to London but in the lag I would suggest that you keep the movies in the inclose parcel in a rubber lieu. I have enclosed discs of the full catamenia together with edited copy with the quieter times taken out to concentrate on the more matter to episodes. Your lookout and jewelry is also enclosed.

I have taken the liberty of having your own hair made up into a wig which you will get hold in the secondly packet accompanying this varsity letter. Your own hair's-breadth will, of path, develop back to cover the more obvious, and publicly seeable, bell ringer of your experience, unless you choose to keep your head shaven naturally.

The epilation of your more buck private expanse is lasting and I am guessing that you will not like to expose those marks very often. They could be removed with decorative operating theatre should you bid, although I think you would agree that such an natural action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

Jesse James Smith




Chapter 5 : Postscript, British capital

blue jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his friends, on only a bingle occasion, in Jack London and arranged by Saint James the Apostle Smith of grade. She had never enjoyed sex so a good deal in her lifespan, her head tattoos were, at that time, just still seeable beneath her returning hair and she fully lived up to their jactitation. She also decided that she really did enjoy double over incursion and even triple penetration. She still wasn't sure about the taste of piss, though she decided she might as well drink the gang's anyway while she was making her mind up about it, and they did await it of her.

denim joined a mo gym and, just occasionally, would roll into the sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the right expressive style of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some interest commentary and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventurous'champion with which to spend the evening.

She was both more relaxed and less tolerant in the situation now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, private animation and when one of her former partners 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 fiddling vacillation in passing over a sure James Smith's business lineup"Let me jazz how you get on, I might even be persuaded to join you."She slipped her hand across her permanently smoothen Mon and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the amber ringing and felt where she knew the tattoo was .