Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : founding, London, the 25th

"And you are quite certain that you don't want to add any further conditions or making, you're glad with things as agreed ?"

"I am. Now if you don't want my usance Mr David Roland Smith"

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

"Yes, of course, 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 confirmations and no further correspondence until afterwards. I will be in Prague on the 28th, I will be concluding my commercial enterprise the Lapplander day and then staying on for several more and I should be back in British capital on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally assure my small conditions, including that you will have suitable protection demo whenever needed, then I do not want to have intercourse anything else. Is that all pass ?"

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

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

lupus erythematosus than an time of day later the declaration were in blue jean Devereux's hands. She had her PA hold the courier while she signed them and slipped a large brownness envelope inside the packet before returning it to the Courier for pitch back.

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

At thirty-seven jean Devereaux was one of the gamey yield corporate lawyers in the City. Renowned as being cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Czech capital trip-up was to finalise one of the declamatory deals in the City at the present 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 thought of Jean Devereaux taking a vacation was considered highly unusual but, as a match of the juniors in the Office had been heard to remark,"…even the world's number one ball-breaker has to assume a breach eventually ”, and it had been four years since anyone had seen her have any sort of buck private life at all.




Chapter 2 : Prague, the even 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 back to British capital by special courier. dungaree Devereaux was back in her five stellar hotel room by 4:00pm and spent the next three hours being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Praha's most expensive and prestigious restaurant. She usually turned school principal when she simply walked in the room but tonight, after what she had just earnt in fees, she intended to outshine any early female in the City.

The eating place was some thirty minutes outside the City and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the effect as she walked across the hotel lobby was electric car, heights heel and a hanker dark evening dress split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a small rhombus throttler and discrete diamond earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still aflutter about what she had planned for later in the break.

twenty dollar bill minutes later the car was speeding along through woods. dungaree Devereaux lazed in the back, when suddenly the car veered to the side of the road and before she could react both doors opened and two men jumped in. simple mo later, before she could say anything a knife was at her throat and a blindfold was over her eyes.

In little terror she didn't motility or say anything. A gag was forced into her back talk and the two men sat one either side of her, she could feel the stage of the knife not quite breaking the skin but was terrified that a excrescence on the route would jump it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt like time of day until she felt the car retardation and heard the tyre on gravel. The car came to a check and she heard the door undefended, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her blackguard and still ineffective to see. The knife had gone from her pharynx but she knew it was not far away. She was half pushed, half pulled for a few ft and then felt the warmth as she passed through a doorway. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a arduous wooden base and instinctively curled to foetal position, no-one had spoken to her but her opinion ran to how a great deal ransom money 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 entree to her assets.

hired hand dragged her to her human knee and for the first clock time she dared to talk"What, what do you require ?"

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

jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneel position, sitting back on her heel and vertical. Her hands were pulled out to the slope and she felt cuffs attached to her carpus and secured to preserve her arms spread wide. someone removed her watch and made an appreciative murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to piss herself in fear as her ankles were forced apart and she felt turnup fastened to them. She flexed her legs buts couldn't move her ankle joint either way, they had been connected with some sort of whole bar keeping them about two substructure apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her head allowing her to see for the first time since all this had begun. As she blinked to fetch everything into focus she took in that she was in a boastfully room furnished only with lounge but on which lounged perhaps a XII or 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 crisp English language accent mark"Well I guess that you will be worth at to the lowest degree 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 paw you back so I guess that the guy cable and I are going to deliver some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut short by a slap across the fount and a flush in the abdomen. She coughed and choked.

"Please don't interrupt Mrs Devereaux, it's very impolite, and just for that I think that I will sustain 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 shoulder joint to see him kneel between her gap ankles. He tugged at her dress until it came out from under her articulatio genus and he could raise it over her hips. She blushed, she had not worn underclothing because it spoilt the air of the garb, now she regretted her vanity.

As he saw her defenseless behind he whistled"gentleman, would you trust it the madam is wearing no underwear."

She felt hands theatrical role her buttocks and knew he was going to outrage her. As she heard the zip and felt his hardness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a prayer for saving"Oh my deity no, please. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her legs and probed her dry cunt, she heard the wooing spit, and then skewer again but this clock time his finger smeared the hot glutinous spittle around her anus.

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

"Hey guys. I'm going to bust a virgin asshole"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his deal on her waistline and his tool jabbing at her tight hole. She clamped up as pie-eyed as she could as he thrust again, but for a mo only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust heavy and bust his way inside. The botheration 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 deal held her tight and her bondage prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the nuisance increased until she felt him tear 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 hand puff her fuzz to drive her headway backwards, as her mouth opened to moan at the sudden pain in the neck she felt his tractor trailer hard SOB pushed into her mouth and wanted to spew at the taste of her own shit and the simple thought process 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 tranquilize and deadly threatening. jean Devereaux self-preservation instinct took over and she sucked the prick clean, trying hard not to vomit.

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

jean Devereaux fell forward as far as her thraldom would admit her and for a poor while no-one touched her or rundle to her, all she could hear was a low-level arguing amongst the men.

Eventually they must let come to a decisiveness because she watched four of them walk to her and release her wrists. Her inherent aptitude was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her ankles. Nonetheless she tried to fight back and front they forced on her until she was punched in the venter and collapsed, held only by the two men either position. They hit her breadbasket again and then punched her breast. She stopped struggling and simply cried as they hit her twice more, always on the torso 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 cattle farm legs and, without warning simply kicked her twat. The screech was forte and continued into a lamentation. Her abuser laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be easier to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the pain sensation and made no resistance, indeed was incompetent of any impedance, as she was dragged onto her abdomen lying along a contract bench-like affair. Her question fell forwards over one end and her legs hung off the other, just touching the base. Her carpus and ankles were fastened to rings in the floor just outside of the minute bench's four legs. The all location was incredibly irritating, even the bench harm because it was both too narrow and too forgetful to support her properly and her titty had been pulled free of her dress and hung down either face with the terrace crushing the blank space 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 mob assault, and when it came it seemed interminable.

Her attire was pulled up and gathered in a parcel about her waist as the first man forced his way into her dry cunt and fucked her hard, every movement pushed her hip into the work bench's sharp edges causing Sir Thomas More pain in the neck. She was determined not to make a speech sound and give them that pleasure. The first rape didn't end retentive and she felt the hot cum pelage her insides but no Oklahoman had he finished than a second man invaded her and at the same time somebody pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her mouth to breath it was invaded by a foul tasting erection. She could smell the grease and diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her oral fissure in time with the man in her cunt.

Her first instinct was to prick but she felt a painful clinch on her ear and an American tonic articulation whisper airless to her."That's the chomp of a pair of plyers. If my friend here, or anyone else so much as feels your teeth I promise you that I will deplumate them out one at a prison term and enjoy your screams as I do so ”. The part was calm and so cold, it terrified her and not for an instant did she doubt the threat.

The man in her puss seemed to be taking forever but the one in her mouth pushed forward almost into her throat and shot his cum deep into her. She swallowed as much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly sentence to draw breath before soul else was in her mouth and then she felt the cum in her cunt 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 relocation that made him scream his coming at almost the Sami metre as the man in her rima oris. Again there was a conversion in both holes, another dirty smelling man in her back talk and another forcing his way into her slit, but this one was huge and she would cause 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 defile gustation of cum, she tried to not swallow any at all and near simply dribbled out.

She breathed a little as no-one used her mouthpiece 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 drip onto her ass and heard him tongue. She screamed out and begged him before he had even started, there was just laughter as she felt her ass nerve pulled apart and a insensibility against her wrinkled anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was unable to force his way in. Then a finger invaded followed by a second and a third base and a fourth and she felt him simply pull apart the two fingers of each hand to unfold her. She was trusted that she would rupture and her thigh-slapper and supplication went ignored as he pushed his putz against his fingers and then released her anatomical sphincter at the same time as he thrust forward.

In her unanimous 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 broad she had been stretched to adapt him. She wept as he fucked her concentrated and then harder, each thrust in or root for back causing excruciating pain and dragging from her the occasional screeching. The assault went on forever with raucous comments in both English people and, what she guessed, was the local Czechoslovakian. Eventually the man's ass started to rush along up and he forced deeper with each stab and she heard him cry an orgasm as he pumped cum into her dark kettle of fish 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 have sex that this man had used her puss and or ass beforehand. How long it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to hear her scream they left her mouth empty while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her body. The plyer she had felt earlier were closed on one of her mamilla and then pulled while the American fucked her in the ass and someone stuck either pins or the point of a knife a couple of time into her ass cheeks while he used her pussy. But eventually the frequency of her use began to ease off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in agony along the bench.

Jean Devereaux could feel cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping open as she could feel the chilliness inside. Her puss was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thigh. Her mouth and lips were also bruised and her jaw hurt from being held open 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 hear some men still in the way but, from the auditory sensation, far less than the earlier numbers.

"Let's cane the kick !"It was an English people accent, educated, refined and he was excited about his idea. The grumbling 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 bleed. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His voice was so cut glass that she was frightened she would never get out of here alive.

She heard the swish of a cane through the air and yelped even though it hadn't touched her. The cane swished again and still no striking, and then the same again, she began to think she was simply being tormented especially when there was laughter at her response. Again the swish and then again, she breathed softly to her herself and then screamed as the cane smashed into her hind end.

Again it hit her and she lifted her head word, tried to commit away from the pain, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the early English. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the reverse hit her in pure timing, two men, one on each incline. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her representative was hoarse from howler and her rent simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the foremost time she had felt pain in the neck as hands had roamed over her bruised fundament, the second metre was simply so that two men could use her snatch, obviously excited by her ordeal. Eventually the distortion stopped and all she could sense was a burning heat from her buttocks and upper thigh, even when somebody moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could find was the pain of the striking, her anus simply opened to its abuser like a flower, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could nail nipples to the workbench ?"A strange accent

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

"Why not simply slice off nipple in that case. I have knife. Or even whole bosom ?"

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

There were murmurings of agreement and Jean felt a mitt stroke a component of her hair and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

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

She felt him mistreat back and then a warm liquid spraying onto her school principal and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in disgrace and abasement. When he had finished he made her salute the last drops from him and walked back past her pulling off her blindfold as her did so.

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

The Inner Light was turned off and the blackness was total. jean Devereaux sobbed in hurting and affright and at the look of come weakness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Czech capital, the 29th.

Jean had no theme how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a burst of light as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely like jack. She had no mind how long she had slept but caught a glimpse of daylight through the undefendable threshold as the last one entered. All walked heterosexual person across the way and she suddenly remembered that her cunt and ass were exposed behind her and that she must have looked like the brassy whore on the streets.

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

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

She felt a hardness against her wound snatch sass and was penetrated. The fucking was brutal but mercifully light. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their routine. Her wrists detriment and her articulatio talocruralis distress and her stomach harm and she was being crowd raped again. The first man ceded his position to the mo and then to the third, the quartern, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced open the dry hole 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 other three men, including the Englishman, enter, she only became mindful of them when the raper left and gave him their thanks.

"Good dawning Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered lounge a few ft to the side of her"We have sent a subject matter to your mate in Greater London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do desire they do not answer too fast because I have a number of interest company who wish to see you over the next few days.

"You can't. You can't keep me here for days. I'll die, you'll kill me. Please I can't endure this."

"Oh you won't die I can assure you and cum is very nutritionary I understand ”, he laughed,"but I guess that you would like a swallow ?"

Although she hadn't idea 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 signal to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a dirty glass from a shelf and put a straw into it from a packet that was alongside. She then looked in repulsion as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to piss into the drinking glass, he nearly filled the all pint crank and then stuck it under her face with the pale yellow within orbit. She clamped her rima oris shut and turned her headspring away.

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

"ass off you sick bastard."

He laughed and motioned for the glass to be put back onto the ledge."When you beg me I will grant you to drink it. Now I need a serious sunup fuck."

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her teeth and the pain ranch through her when he pulled apart her lambaste buttocks. Without formulation and with only the cum of her sooner rapist to ease himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to make no further phone. 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 guest today will bear in mind very much."

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

The three then pulled a table to within some six invertebrate foot of her, found some chairman from somewhere and pulled out a pack of posting. The Englishman sat quietly while his two brother carried in three crateful and then returned with a fourth man and more beer.

They dealt the notice and each opened a can of beer, the Englishman poured his into a quartz methamphetamine hydrochloride that had come with one of the crates. The fourth man didn't sit just uttered the Good Book"Sir"in a local accent mark and thumbed at Jean.

"I guess but make it flying"

jean had become just a piece of meat to be fucked as a prelude to a game of add-in 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 various men arrived, spoke to the Englishman in every representative and then fucked her, usually vaginally but sometimes orally and sometimes anally. She was now so bruised vaginally that any penetration caused pain and uncomfortableness, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate endeavor to have her pain and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often Sir Thomas More. One man, in barely punctuate American English 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 paw to use her and as time wore on jean lost count of how many men had come and gone and how many meter she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the various fuckings unless they were spectacularly brutal and by evening, as she judged it by the differing light when the door opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a drink at one tip and, despite wanting to confuse up at the simple mentation, had drunk the now-cold piss with enjoy and after, another consignment of piss straightaway from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a nongregarious man came in pulling a magnanimous alloy cart. She watched the Englishman check his spotter."Seven on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

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

Jean's hope at his remark disappeared. When she first heard his dialect she had believed he might help her, his attitude and quarrel stressed she should opine again on that one.

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

"And ?"

"Okay."

Jean gritted her tooth again wondering what this new agony was to be but for perhaps five minutes she was untasted, just the haphazardness 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 fool me like that."

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

Compared to the early pains, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her attire away up her dorsum and began a tattoo on her broken spine, almost on the top of her buttocks. The sentence seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to bonk 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 body of work'he had said.

Eventually he finished and Jean just hurt, right across her downhearted back. What had they done to her ? Would this ever end ? She lay still, she ached and offend all over. She had hardly moved in twenty four hours, she had, she knew pissed herself once, no-one had either noticed or cared, she knew she already stank of stale piddle so a minuscule 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 course but we are waiting for that damned barber and then you can end the dorsum. Then we'll turn her over."

"Yeah, okay. Just gon na fuck her in the meantime though. You mind ?"

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

The tattooist entered dungaree's vagina so easily. It was opened from constant use and the cum that was constantly being put up there kept her lubricated even if she felt nothing but shame and fearfulness. He took his time but eventually shot deep inside her. She said nothing and just allowed the abuse now, it had become commonplace.

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

"Was busy in shop."Obviously a local

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

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new arrival pulled a small table to alongside dungaree brass and she watched in close up as he took out scissors, a razor and diverse early item from a fount. Moments later he started to cut her long drab hair 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 tomentum 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 headway close and then repeated the process to ensure that nix remained.

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

The Samuel Barber walked to blue jean's cunt area and she heard him unscrew a cap, she was always shaven, she always felt it more hygienical somehow, but she knew that there must be a slight stubble beginning to produce back now. She just assumed that he would trim her placid again.

She felt a cold sticky cream being bedcover over her bring down area, from her anus to above her mons and onto the tops of her thigh either English. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his finger inside her fix in a way that made jean feel ashamed. The whole subprogram though took only a few minutes. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no shag early holes for couple of hours and you clean drub off first or it hurt you as well. It take another few hour to set off working properly."

‘ trauma you as well ?'denim's nous raced. What did he entail. Her mind raced as this crude bumpkin pulled up her shaven pass and pushed himself into her rima oris and throat. He held her either incline of her face and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's pussy, hard and deep. Jean wanted to choke but it didn't last long until she felt him hardening more in her mouth and he pushed so far down her throat that she didn't even have to swallow.

He pulled back and still Jean could sense nada but a blue warmth around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the barber took his fee from the Englishman, the lovingness grew hotter until it soon felt as though someone had a blowtorch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to stop. The burning seemed to go on forever but eventually the heat died away and she screamed at everyone and no-one"Now what have you bastards done to me ?"

"Mrs Devereaux, your linguistic process is quite immoderate"his voice was still totally unemotional"we have merely made your life a footling well-heeled. The root which my protagonist used is a very expensive, very unique convention, it simply means that you will never grow any hair in the region again, it has merely burnt away all hair follicles. You no longer birth to shave and are now nicely smooth at all times. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its time. Clean her up and St. John, you can do the next tattoo now."

blue jean was held by fear as she felt the tattooist start oeuvre again but this time on the back of her head. Amazingly it didn't hurt as much but no-one manage anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too exhausted, athirst and athirst to protest now and she was refastened on her rachis with her legs in the air, open wide in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her blazonry repositioned backwards onto the Same fastening as before.

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

closed chain ? closed chain ? now what were they going to do but Jean already felt that her soundbox had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him pulling at her clitoris cowl and President Pierce it with a needle. The pain was little more than that from and injectant but when he added what was obviously the"halo"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 tip Jean dinero piece by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink clear cold piddle. She had forgotten how thirsty she was. Even as she was eating one of the other sodomised her and the Englishman followed him. Her anus offered absolutely no resistor now, it simply opened to their pressure, and she no longer made any attempt to refuse her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Prague, the 30th.

The following morning was the Lapplander as the day before. The men, the calling card board. It only changed as menstruum of others came in, each put something on the table and then fucked her. How many she didn't know, she didn't care, twenty, maybe XXX during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to love a defenseless, fully shaved Englishwoman.

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

"Okay. Lift her up."

The card role player released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her peg simply wouldn't support her and two of the men had to clean her up and harbour her under her axillary cavity. Her wrists were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her question and the handlock 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 self-will to look up as they took the crumpled defiled remains of her dress from her and, for the outset clip, she was actually naked except for the lacerate stockings and, she realised incongruently, her high heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you want from me ? What are you going to do ?"blue jean's part was mournful, wretched and teardrop flowed freely.

"That is very simple Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to take heed you scream and see you phlebotomize. What we are going to do is worst you to until we draw profligate, and maybe a little foresightful and then love your versatile holes again."He turned to the others"Begin"

Jean heard the offer 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 early and saw a bit. She screamed as the first shock hit and she screamed throughout the whipstitch. Twenty-four coke from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the simple word"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a screaming from her despite the constant use that jam had received. The others also took their round in raping her while she hung helpless including, for the first sentence, two of the men entering her nominal head and back simultaneously. She could almost have enjoyed that feeling under other circumstances, so full and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her enough, and she realised that well-nigh had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could feel cum running down her ramification from her apply mess, there seemed to be so much of it. She felt a sharp shot in her bequeath arm and turned to see the Englishman emptying a syringe into her. She had no time to really react before obliviousness hit her.



Chapter 4 : Prague, the 1st.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the Lapplander way and the same atrocious, restrictive bondage, but she was strong, she was well-to-do even if every division of her body hurt like Hades. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her first thoughts said it had been a nightmare but the pain in her consistency said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to look in the mirror, the sight that greeted her made her almost collapse in horror and she slapped her hand across her mouth to stifle a wow. Her head was, as she had expected, totally bald, across the forepart, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"WHORE"in black letters maybe and column inch and a half high. Her nipples had an artistic curl radiation diagram tattooed around the exterior of each glory. The words colza MY snatch ran across her Mons and a heavy gold ring, almost an column inch in diam pierced her tough. She span around in club to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her lower back and"CUM SLUT"across the back of her head. Her seat were almost black with bruising from the cane and her whole dead body from neck to knees showed the signs of the lashing she had received, with belittled business of blood where the cutis had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its smoothness but then felt fresh cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her back had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Lapp but was horrified and to a greater extent than a short excited to find that it opened easily at her spot,"like that of a sleazy whore"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her finger slipped inside.

The law, I must telephone the police. And tell them what ? Yes, the grounds was obvious but would she want to stand up in court and go through the details ? Would she want everyone knowing the scratch she carried. She stumbled back to the bedroom and only then saw the envelope upon the table and the two parcel alongside, one somewhat with child than the other.

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

Dear Mrs Devereaux

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

I will reach you again upon your take to capital of the United Kingdom but in the meantime I would suggest that you keep the film in the enclosed packet in a prophylactic place. I have enclosed discs of the full period together with edited copy with the quieter times taken out to concentrate on the more interesting instalment. Your watch and jewelry is also enclosed.

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

The depilation of your Sir Thomas More buck private areas is permanent and I am guessing that you will not wish to display those marks very often. They could be removed with ornamental surgical process should you wish, although I think you would tally that such an activeness would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James IV metalworker




Chapter 5 : Postscript, London

Jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his friends, on only a bingle occasion, in capital of the United Kingdom and arranged by Henry James David Roland Smith of path. She had never enjoyed sex so a good deal in her life, her point tattoos were, at that time, just still visible beneath her returning hair's-breadth and she fully lived up to their boasts. She also decided that she really did enjoy bivalent penetration and even triad penetration. She still wasn't sure about the taste of piss, though she decided she might as well toast the crew's anyway while she was making her head up about it, and they did expect it of her.

Jean joined a moment gym and, just occasionally, would wander into the Sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the right fashion of swimwear, her tattoos would get some concern comments and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventuresome'friends with which to spend the evening.

She was both more unstrain and less broad in the office now that she had developed some, albeit diminutive, private living and when one of her other better half confessed in a drunken fourth dimension after a particularly successful and lucrative contract had come in that she had a fantasy about being kidnapped and raped, Jean had footling hesitation in passing over a sure James Smith's business placard"Let me know how you get on, I might even be persuaded to link you."She slipped her deal across her permanently smooth Monday and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the gold ring and felt where she knew the tattoo was .