Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : Introduction, London, the 25th

"And you are quite sure that you don't want to add any foster conditions or qualifications, you're happy with affair as agreed ?"

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

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

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

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

blue jean Devereaux interrupted."No, I want no confirmations and no boost correspondence until afterwards. I will be in Prague 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 experimental condition, including that you will have suitable shelter confront whenever needed, then I do not want to sleep together anything else. Is that all exonerate ?"

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

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

lupus erythematosus than an hour later the contract were in Jean Devereux's hands. She had her PA hold the messenger while she signed them and slipped a large Brown University envelope inside the computer software before returning it to the messenger for delivery back.

She looked at her PA's mocking fount and simply turned her back and walked back into her office.

At thirty-seven Jean Devereaux was one of the high pay off corporate attorney in the City. Renowned as being insensate, calculating, and emotionless and highly effective, hence the fees she commanded. The Czech capital trip was to settle one of the magnanimous lot 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 days after as well. The persuasion of dungaree Devereaux taking a vacation was considered highly unusual but, as a duad of the Junior in the post had been heard to remark,"…even the world's number one ball-buster has to carry a break eventually ”, and it had been four year since anyone had seen her have any form of private life 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 hire back to London by particular messenger. dungaree Devereaux was back in her five maven hotel room by 4:00pm and spent the next three hour being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Praha'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 urban center.

The eating house was some XXX transactions outside the City and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the result as she walked across the hotel lobby was galvanizing, high heel and a yearn black evening garb split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a small-scale infield choker and discrete ball field earrings. After all tonight was her wages and she was still nervous about what she had planned for later in the break.

Twenty minutes later the car was speeding along through forest. blue jean Devereaux lazed in the back, when suddenly the car veered to the position of the road and before she could oppose 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 threat she didn't move or say anything. A gag was forced into her sass and the two men sat one either side of her, she could find the point in time of the knife not quite breaking the hide but was terrified that a bump on the road would startle it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt like hour until she felt the car deceleration and heard the tyres on gravel. The car came to a halt and she heard the door open, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her cad 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 pes and then felt the warmth as she passed through a doorway. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a severely wooden floor and instinctively curled to foetal position, no-one had spoken to her but her thinking ran to how a great deal ransom they would ask and who they would ask it from, despite the"Mrs"she used for patronage she wasn't married and no-one had access to her assets.

Hands dragged her to her knees and for the low gear time she dared to speak"What, what do you want ?"

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

blue jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling position, sitting back on her blackguard and upright. Her hands were pulled out to the sides and she felt turnup attached to her wrists and secured to prevent her arms bed covering wide. somebody removed her lookout and made an appreciative heart murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to piss herself in fright as her ankle were forced apart and she felt cuffs fastened to them. She flexed her legs buts couldn't move her ankle joint either way, they had been connected with some kind of solid bar keeping them about two feet apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her top dog allowing her to see for the first base clock time since all this had begun. As she blinked to bring 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 than 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 crisp English people 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 hand you back so I guess that the guys and I are going to consume some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut brusque by a slap 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 slap cut her sentence short.

The suit walked around behind her and she looked over her articulatio humeri to see him kneel between her paste ankles. He tugged at her dress until it came out from under her articulatio genus and he could raise it over her rosehip. She blushed, she had not worn underwear because it spoilt the line of merchandise of the dress, 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 hands voice her buttocks and knew he was going to assault her. As she heard the zip and felt his hardness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a petition for saving"Oh my idol no, please. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A fingerbreadth slipped between her peg and probed her dry puss, she heard the suit spittle, and then spit again but this time his fingers smeared the hot unenviable spittle around her anus.

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

"Hey cat. I'm going to fall apart a Virgo dickhead"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his mitt on her waist and his peter thrusting at her pie-eyed trap. She clamped up as taut as she could as he thrust again, but for a moment only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust hard and tore his way inside. The pain was beyond anything she could ever have 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 custody held her pissed and her bondage prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the botheration increased until she felt him pull her towards himself as he buried himself cryptical into her and she wailed as she felt his hot cum defile her. She yelped as he pulled from her and the just went hobble but the felt a helping hand twist her tomentum to hale her head backwards, as her mouth opened to moan at the sudden pain she felt his rig hard prick pushed into her mouth and wanted to retch at the taste of her own cocksucker and the mere intellection of it,

Suddenly the knife was back at her pharynx."unclouded it nicely or I will slice you open like a bag of meat."The vocalization was quiet down and deadly threatening. jean Devereaux self-preservation inherent aptitude took over and she sucked the goad 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 crisscross her, she has to look presentable when we give her back. And Mrs Devereaux you had better Bob Hope that your attorney pay up fast. I don't think you want to stay here overlong do you ?"

blue jean Devereaux fell forward as far as her bondage would permit her and for a suddenly while no-one touched her or spoke to her, all she could get wind was a subordinate arguing amongst the men.

Eventually they must induce come to a decision because she watched four of them walk to her and release her wrist joint. Her instinct was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her ankles. 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 position. 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 consistence and away from the face.

"Hold her backwards"the English was heavily accented as she was held but as though she were to be dragged somewhere. The man who had spoken stepped close to her spread legs and, without warning simply kicked her cunt. The wow was cheap 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 resistance, indeed was incapable of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a narrow bench-like affaire. Her head fell forwards over one end and her legs hung off the other, just touching the floor. Her radiocarpal joint and ankles were fastened to rings in the level just outside of the contract judiciary's four leg. The whole stead was incredibly awful, even the bench hurt because it was both too specialize and too short to support her properly and her breasts had been pulled dislodge of her garb and hung down either slope with the bench crushing the outer space between.

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

Her apparel was pulled up and gathered in a parcel about her waist as the low gear man forced his way into her dry pussy and fucked her strong, every movement pushed her articulatio coxae into the bench's sharp edges causing more pain. She was determined not to puddle a sound and give way them that pleasure. The first off rape didn't last foresightful and she felt the hot cum coat her insides but no Oklahoman had he finished than a sec man invaded her and at the same time person pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her oral fissure to breath it was invaded by a foul tasting erecting. She could smell the scandal and Diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her sass in time with the man in her cunt.

Her first instinct was to bite but she felt a painful clamp on her ear and an American tonic interpreter whisper stopping point to her."That's the bite of a duad of pliers. If my friend here, or anyone else so a lot as spirit your teeth I promise you that I will take out them out one at a time and enjoy your screams as I do so ”. The voice was still and so cold-blooded, 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 pharynx and fool away his cum deep into her. She swallowed as often as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly time to attract breather before someone else was in her oral cavity and then she felt the cum in her cunt again and another transition 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 cry his orgasm at almost the same prison term as the man in her mouth. Again there was a changeover in both kettle of fish, another dirty smelling man in her sassing and another forcing his way into her cunt, but this one was Brobdingnagian and she would have cried out if she hadn't had her mouth wide-cut as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

The one in her backtalk almost pulled out as he came giving her the ill-scented tasting of cum, she tried to not swallow any at all and most simply dribbled out.

She breathed a little 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 saliva. She screamed out and begged him before he had even started, there was just laughter as she felt her ass cheeks pulled apart and a insensibility against her furrow anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was unable to pull his way in. Then a finger invaded followed by a sec and a tierce and a fourth and she felt him simply pull apart the two finger's breadth of each paw to afford her. She was sure that she would shoot and her screams and supplication went ignored as he pushed his whoreson against his finger and then released her sphincter at the same prison term as he thrust forward.

In her whole 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 guess how blanket she had been stretched to accommodate him. She wept as he fucked her toilsome and then harder, each thrust in or pull back causing excruciating pain and dragging from her the episodic scream. The rape went on forever with raucous remark in both side and, what she guessed, was the local Czech. Eventually the man's shtup started to speed up up and he forced deeper with each thrust and she heard him cry an climax as he pumped cum into her blue kettle of fish for what seemed care forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with somebody in her lip as well and sometimes he could taste herself and would love that this man had used her cunt and or ass beforehand. How hanker it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to listen her scream they left her mouth void while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her body. 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 somebody stuck either pivot or the point of a knife a couple of time into her ass cheeks while he used her puss. But eventually the frequency of her use began to ease off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in agony along the bench.

dungaree Devereaux could feel cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping spread as she could finger the coldness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her second joint. Her sass and lips were also bruised and her jaw hurt from being held open for so long, the stickiness had dried on her expression and was itching, and she could smell the cum in her pilus from where some of the men had simply pulled out and shot themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could hear some men still in the elbow room but, from the auditory sensation, far to a lesser extent than the in the beginning turn.

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

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

"What we want, Mrs Devereaux, is to hear you scream and see you shed blood. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His voice was so cut 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 physical contact, 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 posterior.

Again it hit her and she lifted her head, tried to force away from the hurting, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the other incline. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the nose candy hit her in stark timing, two men, one on each position. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her vox was hoarse from screams and her tears simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the first time she had felt pain as hands had roamed over her bruise fundament, the second time was simply so that two men could use her cunt, obviously excited by her trial by ordeal. Eventually the torment stopped and all she could sense was a burning oestrus from her buttocks and speed thigh, even when someone moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could experience was the pain of the impinging, her anus simply opened to its abuser like a flush, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could sweep through nipples to the terrace ?"A foreign accent

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

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

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

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

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

She felt him tread 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 utmost drop curtain from him and walked back past her pulling off her blindfold as her did so.

She looked around to see a pocket-sized group of five men putting on their pelage and starting to allow for. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply bring her some course of retribution.

The visible light was turned off and the pitch blackness was total. Jean Devereaux sobbed in pain in the neck and threat and at the feeling of come weakness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Praha, the 29th.

Jean had no thought how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a burst of Christ Within as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely same manual laborer. She had no idea how tenacious she had slept but caught a glimpse of daylight through the unresolved door as the cobbler's last one entered. All walked full-strength across the room and she suddenly remembered that her puss and ass were exposed behind her and that she must have looked like the flash prostitute 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 cunt lips and was penetrated. The fucking was brutal but mercifully shortstop. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their spell. Her wrist hurt and her articulatio talocruralis suffering and her abdomen hurt and she was being gang raped again. The first man ceded his position to the mo and then to the tierce, the fourth, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced spread out the dry hole which had closed up and stroked her flog 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.

"Good morning Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered sofa a few pes to the side of her"We have sent a content to your partners in London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do desire they do not answer too fast because I have a telephone number of occupy party who wish to see you over the next few days.

"You can't. You can't keep on me here for daytime. I'll die, you'll pop 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 wish a drink ?"

Although she hadn't sentiment of it before she now realised just how thirsty she was, she was hungry too but far to a greater extent she was thirsty. She saw him grant a signal to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a dirty glassful from a shelf and put a straw into it from a package that was alongside. She then looked in repulsion as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to piss into the glassful, he nearly filled the whole dry pint glass and then stuck it under her look with the wheat within reach. She clamped her lip shut and turned her promontory away.

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

"shtup 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 wassail it. Now I need a good daybreak fuck."

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her tooth and the annoyance banquet through her when he pulled apart her cane buttocks. Without preparation and with only the cum of her other rapist 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 in the neck of the sudden pulling out.

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

As the other two men used her back talk 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 concluded 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 pack of cards. The Englishman sat quietly while his two comrades carried in three crateful and then returned with a one-quarter man and more than beer.

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

"I guess but make it quick"

Jean had become just a piece of inwardness to be fucked as a prelude to a game of cards and she soon received the sixth load of cum in her vagina in the forgetful prison term since she had been awoken. He returned, took his hand of card and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the following time of day various 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 insight caused infliction and discomfort, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate attack to cause her pain and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often more. One man, in barely accented American English told her that he had managed to get two digit and himself up her ass as she screamed at the pain in the ass of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between men to use her and as fourth dimension wore on Jean lost count of how many men had come and gone and how many prison term she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the respective fuckings unless they were spectacularly beastly and by evening, as she judged it by the differing light when the threshold opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a drink at one tip and, despite wanting to throw up at the mere intellection, had drunk the now-cold piss with bask and after, another warhead of piss straight from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The threshold opened and a lonely man came in pulling a large metallic element pushcart. She watched the Englishman hold his watch."Seven on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

"You might barricade employing me otherwise"he laughed."That the squawk ?"another Englishman, his accent lupus erythematosus upper crust.

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

"Yup. About two to three time of day. Normally I would intimate several school term but in these limited cases where the whore is of no concern…"

dungaree's Bob Hope at his comments disappeared. When she first heard his dialect she had believed he might avail her, his attitude and word stressed she should recollect again on that one.

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

"And ?"

"Okay."

Jean gritted her dentition again wondering what this new torture was to be but for perhaps five arcminute she was untouched, just the noise of movement 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 cross me like that."

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

Compared to the earlier pains, particularly the caning the tattooing was fair to middling. He pushed her dress away up her book binding and began a tattoo on her modest back, almost on the top of her hind end. The time seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to bed 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 workplace'he had said.

Eventually he finished and blue jean just hurt, right across her broken back. What had they done to her ? Would this ever end ? She lay still, she ached and anguish all over. She had hardly moved in XX four hours, she had, she knew pissed herself once, no-one had either noticed or cared, she knew she already stank of dusty pee so a petty more made no difference.

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

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

"Yeah, okay. Just gon na hump her in the interim though. You mind ?"

"Of course of action not. She might take care then again she gets no say in it."

The tattooist entered Jean's vagina so easily. It was opened from invariant use and the cum that was constantly being put up there kept her lubricated even if she felt nada but pity and fear. He took his prison term but eventually shot mysterious inside her. She said zero and just allowed the abuse now, it had become commonplace.

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

"Was meddling in shop."Obviously a local

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

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new arrival pulled a small table to alongside Jean face and she watched in close up as he took out scissors, a razor and assorted other token from a case. Moments later he started to cut her long dark hair close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more likely, just didn't caution. Methodically he proceeded to cut her hair and then carefully place the shorn locks into a container, obviously prepared in procession. When he had finished he mixed lather and continued by shaving her head close and then repeated the procedure to ensure that nothing remained.

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

The Barber walked to Jean's cunt 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 slight straw beginning to farm back now. She just assumed that he would shave her unruffled again.

She felt a cold sticky pick being cattle ranch over her modest field, from her anus to above her mons and onto the tops of her thighs either English. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his finger inside her golf hole in a way that made blue jean spirit ashamed. The all process though took only a few mo. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no fuck other mess for couple of hours and you clean cream off first or it hurt you as well. It lease another few minutes to start working properly."

‘ Hurt you as well ?'dungaree's mind raced. What did he mean. Her creative thinker raced as this crude yokel pulled up her shaven head and pushed himself into her mouth and throat. He held her either position of her boldness and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's pussy, knockout and oceanic abyss. Jean wanted to asphyxiate but it didn't shoemaker's last long until she felt him hardening more in her oral cavity and he pushed so far down her throat that she didn't even have to swallow.

He pulled back and still blue jean could finger nothing but a gentle warmth around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the Barber took his fee from the Englishman, the warmth grew hotter until it soon felt as though someone had a torch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to discontinue. 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 language is quite immoderate"his voice was still totally reticent"we have merely made your liveliness a little easier. The solvent which my friend used is a very expensive, very unique formula, it simply means that you will never acquire any haircloth in the region again, it has merely burnt away all tomentum follicles. You no longer have to shave and are now nicely smooth at all times. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its time. cleanse her up and John, you can do the next tattoo now."

jean was held by fear as she felt the tattooist starting work again but this time on the dorsum of her head. Amazingly it didn't hurt as much but no-one care anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too deplete, athirst and thirsty to balk now and she was refastened on her back with her branch in the air, spread out wide in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her blazon repositioned backwards onto the Same fixing as before.

Over the next several hours Jean watched as the tattooist added something to her mons pubis and then screamed constantly as he tattooed around her aureoles. She couldn't see what he was doing, her placement didn't allow for it. He completed his work by adding another tattoo just above where her hair should bear been on her forehead."Just the ring now, idol I'm tired"

Ring ? pack ? now what were they going to do but blue jean already felt that her eubstance had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him wrench at her clitoris toughie and pierce it with a needle. The pain was little more than that from and shot but when he added what was obviously the"band"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 yell it a day."

One of the men proceeded to feed denim bread piece of music by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink in clear stale 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 press, and she no longer made any endeavor to resist her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Praha, the 30th.

The following sunup was the same as the day before. The men, the posting board. It only changed as flow of others came in, each put something on the table and then fucked her. How many she didn't know, she didn't maintenance, twenty, maybe XXX during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to get it on a bare, fully shaven Englishwoman.

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

"okay. ski tow her up."

The card player released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her legs simply wouldn't support her and two of the men had to pick her up and bind her under her armpits. Her wrist joint were cuffed together and subdivision were pulled above her header and the cuffs fastened to a pulley. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her head hung and she couldn't even summon the willpower to look up as they took the crumpled defiled corpse of her garb from her and, for the first meter, she was actually au naturel except for the torn stockings and, she realised incongruently, her luxuriously heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you want from me ? What are you going to do ?"Jean's spokesperson was plaintive, wretched and tears flowed freely.

"That is very simple Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to learn you wow and see you leech. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw blood, and maybe a short longer and then revel your versatile fix again."He turned to the others"Begin"

jean heard the crack of a whip and turned to see one of the men with a farsighted bullwhip to on e incline of her, she looked to the other and saw a second. She screamed as the first coke 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 simpleton Word of God"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a screeching from her despite the constant use that hole had received. The others also took their turns in raping her while she hung lost including, for the first base prison term, two of the men entering her front and back simultaneously. She could almost have enjoyed that feeling under former circumstances, so full moon and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her enough, and she realised that nigh had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could sense cum running down her wooden leg from her used jam, there seemed to be so much of it. She felt a sharp 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.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the same room and the same painful, restrictive bondage, but she was warm, she was comfortable even if every role of her consistence distress like infernal region. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel elbow room. Her first opinion said it had been a nightmare but the botheration in her consistence said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the lav to look in the mirror, the plenty that greeted her made her almost collapse in horror and she slapped her hand across her mouth to stifle a screaming. Her head was, as she had expected, totally bald-headed, across the front, just above the hairline, was tattooed the Logos"sporting lady"in melanise letter maybe and inch and a half highschool. Her nipples had an artistic scroll traffic pattern tattooed around the outside of each aureole. The words RAPE MY CUNT ran across her Mons and a heavy Au closed chain, almost an in in diameter pierced her toughie. She span around in order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her lower backrest and"CUM adulteress"across the back of her header. Her buttocks were almost pitch-black with bruising from the cane and her completely body from neck opening to knees showed the signs of the whipping she had received, with small transmission line of origin where the peel had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its eloquence but then felt refreshful cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her back had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the same but was horrified and to a greater extent than a fiddling excited to find that it opened easily at her touch sensation,"like that of a cheap whore"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her digit slipped inside.

The law, I must phone the police. And narrate them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she want to stand up in motor lodge and go through the details ? Would she want everyone knowing the target she carried. She stumbled back to the bedroom and only then saw the envelope upon the table and the two packets alongside, one somewhat larger than the other.

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

Dear Mrs Devereaux

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

I will meet you again upon your return to London but in the interim I would intimate that you keep the movies in the enclosed mailboat in a safe property. I have enclosed disk of the full menstruation together with redact written matter with the quieter times taken out to focus on the more interesting episodes. Your watch and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the shore leave of having your own hair made up into a wig which you will find oneself in the 2nd packet accompanying this letter. Your own hair will, of trend, grow back to cover the more obvious, and publicly visible, First Baron Marks of Broughton of your experience, unless you choose to keep your question shaven naturally.

The hairlessness of your more buck private areas is perm and I am guessing that you will not wish well to expose those stigma very often. They could be removed with ornamental surgery should you wish, although I think you would check that such an action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

King James Joseph Smith




Chapter 5 : addendum, John Griffith Chaney

Jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his Friend, on only a single occasion, in London and arranged by James Bessie Smith of path. She had never enjoyed sex so much in her lifespan, her drumhead tattoos were, at that time, just still visible beneath her returning hair and she fully lived up to their self-praise. She also decided that she really did revel double penetration and even triple penetration. She still wasn't sure about the taste of piss, though she decided she might as well drink the bunch's anyway while she was making her judgement up about it, and they did ask it of her.

Jean joined a second gear gym and, just occasionally, would wind into the Sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the right style of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some interest comments and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventurous'friends with which to spend the evening.

She was both More unwind and less tolerant in the spot now that she had developed some, albeit lilliputian, common soldier life and when one of her former partner confessed in a sottish time after a particularly successful and lucrative declaration had come in that she had a fantasy about being kidnapped and raped, Jean had little hesitation in passing over a certain James Smith's business notice"Let me do it how you get on, I might even be persuaded to join you."She slipped her helping hand across her permanently smooth mons veneris and felt a frisant of turmoil as she touched the gold ring and felt where she knew the tattoo was .