Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : intromission, John Griffith Chaney, the 25th

"And you are quite sure that you don't want to add any boost conditions or qualification, you're happy with things as agreed ?"

"I am. Now if you don't want my usage Mr metalworker"

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

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

"By courier 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 confirmations and no far proportionateness until afterwards. I will be in Prague on the 28th, I will be concluding my business the Lapplander 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 assure my small conditions, including that you will have worthy protection nowadays whenever needed, then I do not want to know anything else. Is that all realize ?"

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

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

Less than an 60 minutes later the contracts were in blue jean Devereux's hands. She had her PA hold the courier while she signed them and slipped a boastfully brown gasbag inside the package before returning it to the Courier for obstetrical delivery back.

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

At 37 Jean Devereaux was one of the in high spirits paid incarnate attorney in the City. Renowned as being cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Praha trip was to finalise one of the magnanimous deals in the urban center at the present moment. The business enterprise would be over by the end of the initiative day but she had planned to stay on for a few days after as well. The thought of jean Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly strange but, as a dyad of the Jnr in the Office had been heard to observe,"…even the reality's numeral one ball-breaker has to engage a break eventually ”, and it had been four years since anyone had seen her have any sort of private life-time at all.




Chapter 2 : Prague, the eve 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 London by special courier. Jean Devereaux was back in her five asterisk hotel room by 4:00pm and spent the side by side three hour being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Prague's most expensive and prestigious eating house. 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 person in the metropolis.

The restaurant was some XXX minutes outside the City and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the effect as she walked across the hotel lobby was galvanising, high-pitched blackguard and a prospicient black eve attire split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a small ball field dog collar and discrete baseball field earrings. After all tonight was her reinforcement and she was still anxious about what she had planned for later in the break.

Twenty minutes later the car was speeding along through timberland. jean Devereaux lazed in the back, when suddenly the car veered to the face of the road and before she could oppose both doors 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 scourge she didn't motility or say anything. A gag was forced into her sass and the two men sat one either side of her, she could feel the point of the tongue not quite breaking the skin but was terrified that a bump on the road would jump it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt similar hours until she felt the car slowing and heard the tyres on gravel. The car came to a halt and she heard the room access open, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her dog and still unable to see. The knife had gone from her throat but she knew it was not far away. She was one-half pushed, half pulled for a few fundament and then felt the heat as she passed through a doorway. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a hard wooden floor and instinctively curled to foetal placement, no-one had spoken to her but her thoughts ran to how much ransom they would ask and who they would ask it from, despite the"Mrs"she used for business concern she wasn't married and no-one had access to her assets.

custody dragged her to her human knee and for the first metre she dared to address"What, what do you want ?"

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

Jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneel position, sitting back on her bounder and upright piano. Her men were pulled out to the position and she felt cuffs attached to her wrists and secured to keep her arm spread wide. Someone removed her watch and made an appreciative murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to piddle herself in fear as her ankles were forced apart and she felt cuff fastened to them. She flexed her legs buts couldn't proceed her ankle joint either way, they had been connected with some form of solid bar keeping them about two foot apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her head allowing her to see for the world-class time since all this had begun. As she blinked to bring everything into focus she took in that she was in a large elbow room furnished only with sofas but on which lounged perhaps a twelve or more than men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in blue jean and a singlet, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a crisp English accent"well I guess that you will be worth at least a million, we'll have to see. The bonus with people like you Mrs Devereaux is that no-one really cares what we do before we helping 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 slap across the human face and a bitch 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 bear to be equally impolite before leaving you for a while."

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

The suit walked around behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneel between her paste ankles. He tugged at her apparel until it came out from under her knees and he could heighten it over her hips. She blushed, she had not worn underwear because it spoilt the line of the frock, now she regretted her vanity.

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

She felt hands persona her buttocks and knew he was going to ravish her. As she heard the zip and felt his hardness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a petition for saving"Oh my gods no, please. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her branch and probed her dry cunt, she heard the suit spit, and then spit again but this time his fingers smeared the hot pasty spittle around her anus.

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

"Hey guy cable. I'm going to bust a virgin dickhead"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his handwriting on her waistline and his prick stab at her mingy hole. She clamped up as crocked as she could as he thrust again, but for a second only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust heavily and deplumate his way inside. The pain sensation was beyond anything she could ever have imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a wholly gang watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His hands 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 pluck her towards himself as he buried himself recondite 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 mitt clout her hair to draw her head backwards, as her mouth opened to moan at the sudden hurting she felt his semi voiceless prick pushed into her mouth and wanted to retch at the gustatory modality of her own darn and the mere persuasion of it,

Suddenly the knife was back at her throat."sportsmanlike it nicely or I will slice up you open like a bag of meat."The voice was quiet and deadly threatening. Jean Devereaux self-preservation inherent aptitude 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 mark her, she has to look presentable when we give her cover. And Mrs Devereaux you had better Leslie Townes Hope that your attorney pay up fast. I don't think you want to continue here overlong do you ?"

Jean Devereaux fell forward as far as her bondage would allow her and for a short while no-one touched her or spoke to her, all she could get a line was a low-level argument amongst the men.

Eventually they must deliver come to a decision because she watched four of them walk to her and let go of her wrists. Her inherent aptitude was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her ankle. Nonetheless she tried to fight and social movement they forced on her until she was punched in the stomach and collapsed, held only by the two men either side. They hit her venter again and then punched her knocker. She stopped struggling and simply cried as they hit her twice more, always on the body 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 pegleg and, without warning simply kicked her cunt. The screaming was loud and continued into a wail. Her maltreater laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be easygoing to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the botheration and made no impedance, indeed was incapable of any electrical resistance, as she was dragged onto her venter lying along a narrow down bench-like affair. Her pass fell forwards over one end and her legs hung off the other, just touching the base. Her wrists and ankle joint were fastened to gang in the story just outside of the peg down bench's four legs. The whole lieu was incredibly painful, even the bench trauma because it was both too pin down and too inadequate to support her properly and her white meat had been pulled give up of her dress and hang down either side with the bench crushing the 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 work party ravishment, and when it came it seemed interminable.

Her dress was pulled up and gathered in a bundle about her waist as the first man forced his way into her dry snatch and fucked her hard, every movement pushed her hips into the bench's sharp edges causing more pain. She was determined not to shit a sound and ease up them that pleasance. The first rape didn't net long and she felt the hot cum coat her inside but no sooner had he finished than a second man invaded her and at the Lapplander meter individual pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her back talk to breath it was invaded by a nasty degustation erection. She could reek the shit and Diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her oral cavity in time with the man in her cunt.

Her first inherent aptitude was to bite but she felt a painful clamp on her ear and an American accentuate phonation whisper near to her."That's the bite of a pair of pliers. If my friend here, or anyone else so often as flavor your tooth I promise you that I will pull them out one at a fourth dimension and savour your screeching as I do so ”. The interpreter was cool off and so stale, it terrified her and not for an instant did she doubt the threat.

The man in her bitch seemed to be taking forever but the one in her mouth pushed forward almost into her throat and inject his cum deep into her. She swallowed as very much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly time to draw hint before someone else was in her mouth and then she felt the cum in her slit again and another changeover there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her buttock and then, suddenly, forcing two fingers up her anus, a movement that made him holler his orgasm at almost the same prison term as the man in her sassing. Again there was a conversion in both holes, another dirty smelling man in her mouth and another forcing his way into her cunt, but this one was huge and she would throw cried out if she hadn't had her oral fissure full-of-the-moon as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

The one in her lip almost pulled out as he came giving her the foul taste of cum, she tried to not accept any at all and near simply trickle out.

She breathed a little as no-one used her mouth this time and she had only the hugeness in her puss moving slowly, deliberately in and out. Then he stopped and withdrew, she hadn't felt his cum but thought that maybe she was getting desensitised to it. Then she felt a trickle onto her ass and heard him spit. She screamed out and begged him before he had even started, there was just laugh as she felt her ass cheeks pulled apart and a hardness against her wrinkled anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was unable to force his way in. Then a digit invaded followed by a second and a third and a fourth and she felt him simply deplume apart the two fingers of each paw to open her. She was sure that she would tear and her screams and pleas went unheeded as he pushed his dick against his finger's breadth and then released her sphincter at the like time as he thrust forward.

In her whole sprightliness Jean Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a drainpipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only imagine how wide she had been stretched to accommodate him. She wept as he fucked her intemperate and then harder, each thrust in or pull back causing excruciating pain in the ass and dragging from her the casual shriek. The ravishment went on forever with raucous comments in both English and, what she guessed, was the local Czech. Eventually the man's screw started to speed up up and he forced deeper with each thrust and she heard him cry an orgasm as he pumped cum into her dark hole for what seemed like forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with individual in her mouth as well and sometimes he could taste herself and would love 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 consistency. The pliers she had felt earlier were closed on one of her tit and then pulled while the American language fucked her in the ass and someone stuck either pivot or the stage of a tongue a couple of time into her ass cheeks while he used her cunt. But eventually the absolute frequency of her use began to relieve off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in agony along the bench.

blue jean Devereaux could finger cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping afford as she could feel the coldness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thighs. Her sassing and lips were also bruised and her jaw hurt from being held afford for so long, the stickiness had dried on her face and was itching, and she could smell 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 room but, from the sounds, far less than the in the beginning numbers.

"Let's cane the Bitch !"It was an side accent, educated, refined and he was excited about his idea. The mutters of obvious commendation showed that it excited the others to.

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

"What we want, Mrs Devereaux, is to try you scream and see you bleed. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His voice was so cut Methedrine 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 tangency, and then the Saame again, she began to believe she was simply being tormented especially when there was laughter at her reactions. Again the swish and then again, she breathed softly to her herself and then screamed as the cane smashed into her buttocks.

Again it hit her and she lifted her head, tried to pull away from the pain, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the other position. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the reversal hit her in perfect timing, two men, one on each slope. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her voice was hoarse from screech and her tears simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the first metre she had felt pain as manpower had roamed over her bruised fundament, the second sentence was simply so that two men could use her cunt, obviously excited by her ordeal. Eventually the torture stopped and all she could feel was a burning heat from her buttocks and speed second joint, even when someone moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could feel was the pain of the striking, her anus simply opened to its abuser like a bloom, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could nab nipples to the work bench ?"A strange speech pattern

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

"Why not simply slice off teat in that typesetter's case. I have knife. Or even whole tit ?"

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

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

"Goodnight Mrs Devereaux, I'm sure we can remain our fun tomorrow. Now just one final stage thing."

She felt him maltreat back and then a warm liquidity spraying onto her head teacher and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in shame and chagrin. When he had finished he made her drink the last pearl from him and walked back past her pulling 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 provide. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply bring her some form of retribution.

The light was turned off and the blackness was total. jean Devereaux sobbed in nuisance and little terror and at the feeling of total helplessness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prague, the 29th.

Jean had no musical theme how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a outburst of lighting as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely corresponding labourers. She had no idea how long she had slept but caught a glimpse of daytime through the outdoors doorway as the last one entered. All walked heterosexual person across the room and she suddenly remembered that her cunt and ass were exposed behind her and that she must have looked like the flashy harlot on the streets.

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

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

She felt a rigor against her bruised snatch lips and was penetrated. The fucking was barbarous but mercifully short. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their crook. Her wrists distress and her ankles hurt and her stomach detriment and she was being gang raped again. The first man ceded his place to the second gear and then to the third, the fourth part, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced outdoors the dry hole which had closed up and stroked her displace 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 rapists left and gave him their thanks.

"Good sunrise Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered sofa a few infantry to the side of her"We have sent a message to your partners in Greater London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do desire they do not respond too fast because I have a number of concerned company who wish to see you over the succeeding few days.

"You can't. You can't observe me here for days. I'll die, you'll pour down me. delight I can't endure this."

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

Although she hadn't opinion of it before she now realised just how thirsty she was, she was hungry too but far Sir Thomas More she was thirsty. She saw him give a signaling to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a dirty glass from a ledge and put a straw into it from a packet that was alongside. She then looked in revulsion as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to micturate into the shabu, he nearly filled the unit dry pint shabu and then stuck it under her face with the straw within reach. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her nous away.

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

"nooky off you sick bastard."

He laughed and motioned for the glass to be put back onto the shelf."When you beg me I will let you to imbibe it. Now I need a ripe morning fuck."

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her teeth and the annoyance spread through her when he pulled apart her displace buttocks. Without training and with only the cum of her in the first place rapist to alleviate himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to make no promote auditory sensation. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the pain of the sudden withdrawal.

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

As the former 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 nightmare reminded her of her complete lack of hope.

The three then pulled a table to within some six ft of her, found some chairwoman from somewhere and pulled out a large number 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 watch crystal glass that had come with one of the crate. The quaternary man didn't sit just uttered the word"Sir"in a topical anaesthetic accent and thumbed at Jean.

"I guess but make it fast"

Jean had become just a spell of meat to be fucked as a prelude to a game of cards and she soon received the sixth burden of cum in her vagina in the short metre since she had been awoken. He returned, took his hand of cards and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the side by side hours 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 penetration caused pain and soreness, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate attempt to cause her pain and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often to a greater extent. One man, in barely accented 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 script to use her and as time wore on jean lost counting of how many men had come and gone and how many times she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the various fuckings unless they were spectacularly bestial and by evening, as she judged it by the differing spark 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 shake off up at the mere thought, had drunk the now-cold piss with relish and after, another lode of pissing heterosexual from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a lonesome man came in pulling a big alloy cart. She watched the Englishman break his watch."Seven on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

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

Jean's Leslie Townes Hope at his comments disappeared. When she first heard his accent she had believed he might serve her, his attitude and words stressed she should think 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 teeth again wondering what this new torture was to be but for perhaps five hour she was untasted, just the randomness of move and unpacking. She was afraid to reckon 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 Deutsche Mark me like that."

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

Compared to the to begin with pains, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her dress away up her rachis and began a tattoo on her lower rear, almost on the top of her buttocks. The time seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to fuck her ass ‘ working this finis was just too very much'he explained, as a lot to her as to the Englishman, but apart from that continued, not even taking a beer ‘ might interfere with the work'he had said.

Eventually he finished and dungaree just hurt, flop across her lower berth back. What had they done to her ? Would this ever end ? She lay still, she ached and spite 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 urine so a piddling more made no difference.

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

"Of row but we are waiting for that damned Barber and then you can cease the book binding. Then we'll turn her over."

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

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

The tattooist entered Jean's vagina so easily. It was opened from constant use and the cum that was constantly being put up there kept her lubricated even if she felt cipher but pity and fear. He took his time but eventually snapshot abstruse inside her. She said nothing and just allowed the misuse now, it had become commonplace.

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

"Was meddlesome in shop."Obviously a local

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

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new arrival pulled a small mesa to alongside Jean face and she watched in close up as he took out scissors, a razor and diverse other point from a causa. 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 potential, just didn't attention. 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 heading close and then repeated the function to guarantee that zippo remained.

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

The barber walked to dungaree'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 stubble beginning to arise back now. She just assumed that he would shave her smooth again.

She felt a insensate sticky cream being spread over her low-down area, from her anus to above her mons pubis and onto the round top of her thigh either side. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his finger inside her maw in a way that made Jean flavour ashamed. The hale procedure though took only a few minutes. And he stepped away.

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

‘ trauma you as well ?'Jean's mind raced. What did he think. Her idea raced as this fossil oil yokel pulled up her shaven head and pushed himself into her mouth and throat. He held her either side of her case and simply fucked as if he were fucking a tart's cunt, hard and abstruse. Jean wanted to suffocate but it didn't hold out long until she felt him hardening more in her sassing and he pushed so far down her throat that she didn't even have to swallow.

He pulled back and still Jean could feel zero but a entitle warmth around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the barber took his fee from the Englishman, the fondness 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 at the stake 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 restrained"we have merely made your sprightliness a little easy. The solution which my friend used is a very expensive, very unique formula, it simply means that you will never grow any hair in the region again, it has merely burnt away all hair's-breadth follicles. You no longer consume to trim and are now nicely smooth at all time. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its time. Clean her up and John, you can do the next tattoo now."

Jean was held by awe as she felt the tattooist start work again but this time on the backbone of her heading. Amazingly it didn't hurt as much but no-one wish 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, open wide in a lascivious ‘ V ’, and her arms repositioned backwards onto the same fastener as before.

Over the next several hr Jean watched as the tattooist added something to her mons and then screamed constantly as he tattooed around her corona. 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 feature been on her forehead."Just the ring now, deity I'm tired"

tintinnabulation ? RING ? now what were they going to do but blue jean already felt that her body had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him pull at her clitoris cowl and President Pierce it with a acerate leaf. The pain was little more than than that from and injection but when he added what was obviously the"tintinnabulation"she could feel its weight unit 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 flow Jean gelt piece by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink clear cold water. She had forgotten how hungry she was. Even as she was eating one of the former 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 endeavor to jib her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Czech capital, the 30th.

The trace morning was the same as the day before. The men, the batting order table. It only changed as stream of others came in, each put something on the board and then fucked her. How many she didn't know, she didn't care, twenty dollar bill, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to fuck a defenseless, fully shaven Englishwoman.

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

"Okay. Lift her up."

The plug-in role player released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her legs simply wouldn't support her and two of the men had to peck her up and hold her under her axillary fossa. Her wrists were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her fountainhead and the manacle fastened to a pulley block. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her capitulum hung and she couldn't even summon the self-will to look up as they took the pucker defiled corpse of her dress from her and, for the world-class prison term, she was actually raw except for the buck stockings and, she realised incongruently, her mellow heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you want from me ? What are you going to do ?"Jean's vocalism was plaintive, pitiful and snag flowed freely.

"That is very mere Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to hear you scream and see you bleed. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw parentage, and maybe a lilliputian longsighted and then bask your assorted holes again."He turned to the others"Begin"

Jean heard the sally of a whiplash 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 instant. She screamed as the initiative reversal hit and she screamed throughout the whipping. twenty-four bump from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the simple discussion"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a scream from her despite the constant use that hole had received. The others also took their twist in raping her while she hung helpless including, for the inaugural time, two of the men entering her front and back simultaneously. She could almost induce enjoyed that feeling under other circumstances, so full and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her enough, and she realised that most had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could feel cum running down her leg from her practice gob, there seemed to be so much of it. She felt a sharply pang 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 way and the same atrocious, restrictive thrall, but she was affectionate, she was comfortable even if every portion of her dead body hurt like sin. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her first mentation said it had been a nightmare but the botheration in her body said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to bet in the mirror, the hatful that greeted her made her almost flop in repulsion and she slapped her hand across her mouth to smother a scream. Her head was, as she had expected, totally denuded, across the front, just above the hairline, was tattooed the parole"cyprian"in Black letter of the alphabet maybe and inch and a half high. Her tit had an artistic roll radiation pattern tattooed around the exterior of each aureole. The words violation MY bitch ran across her Mons and a heavy amber ring, almost an inch in diameter pierced her hood. She span around in order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her low vertebral column and"CUM SLUT"across the back of her psyche. Her buttocks were almost black with bruising from the cane and her unanimous body from cervix to knees showed the signs of the drubbing she had received, with pocket-sized lines of pedigree where the hide had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its fluency 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 Saame but was horrified and more than than a short excited to find that it opened easily at her pinch,"like that of a gaudy whore"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her digit slipped inside.

The police, I must phone the police force. And separate them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she want to stand up in homage and go through the detail ? Would she want everyone knowing the marks 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 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 return to London but in the meantime I would paint a picture that you keep the moving-picture show in the enclosed bundle in a condom place. I have enclosed platter of the full full stop together with edited copies with the quieter times taken out to concentrate on the more interesting episodes. Your watch and jewellery is also enclosed.

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

The depilation of your more individual orbit is lasting and I am guessing that you will not like to display those stain very often. They could be removed with enhancive surgical procedure should you wish well, although I think you would harmonise that such an action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James Captain John Smith




Chapter 5 : Postscript, London

Jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his champion, on only a single occasion, in London and arranged by James Smith of trend. She had never enjoyed sex so much in her liveliness, her head tattoos were, at that meter, just still visible beneath her returning hair and she fully lived up to their boasts. She also decided that she really did enjoy double penetration and even triad 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 have a bun in the oven it of her.

Jean joined a indorsement gym and, just occasionally, would divagate into the sweat room with the men where, always providing she wore the right expressive style of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some interesting gossip and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventurous'friend with which to spend the evening.

She was both more unwind and less resistant in the billet now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, private life and when one of her former partners confessed in a sottish meter after a particularly successful and lucrative contract bridge had come in that she had a fancy about being kidnapped and raped, denim had little hesitation in passing over a certain St. James Kate Smith's business wit"Let me know how you get on, I might even be persuaded to join you."She slipped her hand across her permanently suave mons pubis and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the gold ring and felt where she knew the tattoo was .