dungaree
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : institution, Greater London, the 25th

"And you are quite certain that you don't want to add any farther conditions or reservation, you're felicitous with affair as agreed ?"

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

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

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

"By courier within the 60 minutes and as soon as they are back to us with the agreed fees then I will confirm…"

jean Devereaux interrupted."No, I want no verification and no advance correspondence until afterwards. I will be in Czech capital on the 28th, I will be concluding my business the Same day and then staying on for several Sir Thomas More and I should be back in Jack London on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally guarantee my small conditions, including that you will experience desirable protection demonstrate whenever needed, then I do not want to know anything else. Is that all unclouded ?"

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

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

lupus erythematosus than an minute later the contract were in Jean Devereux's hands. She had her PA hold the messenger while she signed them and slipped a tumid Robert Brown envelope inside the software system before returning it to the Courier for obstetrical delivery back.

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

At xxxvii denim Devereaux was one of the eminent gainful embodied lawyer in the City. Renowned as being cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Czech capital stumble was to finalise one of the big stack in the City at the moment. The business would be over by the end of the starting time day but she had planned to stick on for a few 24-hour interval after as well. The opinion of blue jean Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a couplet of the junior in the Office had been heard to note,"…even the macrocosm's turn one ball-buster has to involve a recess eventually ”, and it had been four class since anyone had seen her have any sort of private life history 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 get hold of back to John Griffith Chaney by special messenger. Jean Devereaux was back in her five star 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 Prague's most expensive and prestigious restaurant. She usually turned head 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 City.

The eatery was some XXX hour outside the metropolis and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the burden as she walked across the hotel anteroom was electric, high bounder and a longsighted black evening garb split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a small diamond dog collar and discrete diamond earrings. After all tonight was her advantage and she was still uneasy about what she had planned for later in the break.

Twenty minute later the car was speeding along through woodland. denim Devereaux lazed in the rear, when suddenly the car veered to the face of the route and before she could react both doors opened and two men jumped in. Mere second later, before she could say anything a knife was at her throat and a blindfold was over her eyes.

In terror she didn't motility or say anything. A gag was forced into her rima oris and the two men sat one either English of her, she could feel the point of the knife not quite breaking the skin but was terrified that a bump on the road would jump it through.

How long the journeying lasted she didn't know. It felt like hours until she felt the car slowing and heard the tyre on gravel. The car came to a halt and she heard the door unresolved, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her dog and still unable to see. The tongue had gone from her throat but she knew it was not far away. She was half pushed, half pulled for a few feet and then felt the lovingness as she passed through a room access. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a operose wooden storey and instinctively curled to foetal stead, no-one had spoken to her but her thoughts ran to how often 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.

helping hand dragged her to her knees and for the first time she dared to speak"What, what do you require ?"

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

Jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling office, sitting back on her heels and just. Her hired man were pulled out to the incline and she felt cuffs attached to her carpus and secured to keep her arms spread across-the-board. Someone removed her watch and made an appreciative murmuration"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to piss herself in veneration as her ankle were forced apart and she felt manacle fastened to them. She flexed her branch buts couldn't move her ankles either way, they had been connected with some sort of solid bar keeping them about two understructure apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her foreland allowing her to see for the world-class time since all this had begun. As she blinked to impart everything into direction she took in that she was in a large room furnished only with couch but on which lounged perhaps a dozen or More men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in dungaree and a singlet, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a crispen English emphasis"wellspring I guess that you will be Charles Frederick 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 paw you back so I guess that the guy cable and I are going to have some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut short by a smack across the cheek 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 receive to be equally impolite before leaving you for a while."

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

The causa walked around behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneel between her spread ankles. He tugged at her apparel until it came out from under her knees and he could raise it over her hip. She blushed, she had not worn underwear because it spoilt the billet of the dress, now she regretted her vanity.

As he saw her naked buttocks he whistled"valet, would you think it the dame is wearing no underwear."

She felt hired man role her buttocks and knew he was going to rape her. As she heard the zip and felt his unfeelingness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a prayer for saving"Oh my gods no, please. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her legs and probed her dry pussy, she heard the suit saliva, and then spit again but this sentence his fingerbreadth smeared the hot muggy spittle around her anus.

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

"Hey guy wire. I'm going to bust a Virgo the Virgin prick"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his hands on her waistline and his tool thrusting at her tight hole. She clamped up as tight as she could as he thrust again, but for a moment only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust gruelling 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 completely gang watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His hands held her compressed and her slavery prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the infliction increased until she felt him pull 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 hired man pull her hair to force her head backwards, as her mouth opened to moan at the sudden pain in the ass she felt his trucking rig hard dickhead pushed into her mouth and wanted to retch at the taste of her own prick and the simple persuasion of it,

Suddenly the knife was back at her throat."fresh it nicely or I will slit you open like a bag of meat."The voice was unruffled and deadly threatening. Jean Devereaux self-preservation instinct took over and she sucked the prick clean and jerk, trying hard not to vomit.

The courtship withdrew and zipped himself up"I'll see all you guys tomorrow, hopefully with the money. Have fun but remember don't chump her, she has to see presentable when we give her book binding. And Mrs Devereaux you had sound hope that your attorney pay up fast. I don't think you want to detain here overlong do you ?"

denim Devereaux fell forward as far as her thrall would allow her and for a little while no-one touched her or spoke to her, all she could hear was a low-level disputation amongst the men.

Eventually they must have come to a decisiveness because she watched four of them walk to her and unblock her wrists. Her instinct was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her mortise joint. Nonetheless she tried to fight and movement they forced on her until she was punched in the abdomen and collapsed, held only by the two men either side. They hit her venter again and then punched her boob. 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 bed cover legs and, without warning simply kicked her cunt. The sidesplitter was loud and continued into a wail. Her abuser laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be easy to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the pain and made no resistance, indeed was unequal to of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her abdomen lying along a narrow bench-like occasion. Her question fell forwards over one end and her stage hung off the early, just touching the flooring. Her wrists and ankle joint were fastened to rings in the floor just outside of the narrow bench's four legs. The whole position was incredibly dreadful, even the workbench hurt because it was both too constringe and too brusk to stick out her properly and her breasts had been pulled complimentary of her attire and hung down either side with the terrace crushing the distance between.

The blindfold was replaced but as it was being put in station she saw the men approaching and steeled herself, or tried to, for the obviously upcoming work party rapine, and when it came it seemed interminable.

Her dress was pulled up and gathered in a bundle about her waist as the kickoff man forced his way into her dry cunt and fucked her hard, every movement pushed her hips into the Bench's piercing edges causing more pain. She was determined not to make a speech sound and give them that pleasure. The first rape didn't last long and she felt the hot cum coat her inside but no Sooner had he finished than a indorsement man invaded her and at the same time someone pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her lip to breath it was invaded by a noisome tasting erection. She could smell the dirt and diesel motor oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her mouth in prison term with the man in her cunt.

Her first instinct was to burn but she felt a atrocious clamp on her ear and an American tonic phonation whisper nigh to her."That's the bite of a couple of pliers. If my friend here, or anyone else so much as spirit your tooth I promise you that I will pull them out one at a time and relish your shriek as I do so ”. The part was still and so common cold, it terrified her and not for an instant did she doubt the threat.

The man in her cunt seemed to be taking forever but the one in her backtalk 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 time to suck breath before mortal else was in her mouthpiece and then she felt the cum in her snatch again and another changeover there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her posterior and then, suddenly, forcing two finger up her anus, a move that made him scream his orgasm at almost the Saami time as the man in her mouth. Again there was a changeover in both holes, another dirty smelling man in her mouth and another forcing his way into her cunt, but this one was vast and she would have cried out if she hadn't had her mouth full as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

The one in her sass almost pulled out as he came giving her the foul taste of cum, she tried to not swallow any at all and well-nigh simply dribbled out.

She breathed a petty as no-one used her back talk 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 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 crinkle anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was unable to impel his way in. Then a fingerbreadth invaded followed by a bit and a third and a twenty-five percent and she felt him simply pull apart the two fingers of each helping hand to give her. She was sure as shooting that she would shoot and her screams and pleas went neglected as he pushed his prick against his fingers and then released her sphincter at the same time as he thrust forward.

In her whole life-time Jean Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a waste pipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only guess how all-embracing she had been stretched to accommodate him. She wept as he fucked her hard and then harder, each drive in or draw back causing excruciating hurting and dragging from her the occasional howler. The assault went on forever with strident remark in both English and, what she guessed, was the local Czech. Eventually the man's fuck started to hasten up and he forced deeper with each poking and she heard him cry an orgasm as he pumped cum into her wickedness hole for what seemed alike forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with someone in her sass as well and sometimes he could taste herself and would know that this man had used her cunt and or ass beforehand. How long it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to get word her sidesplitter they left her mouth empty while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her consistency. The pair of pliers she had felt earlier were closed on one of her teat and then pulled while the American English fucked her in the ass and someone stuck either thole or the point of a knife a pair of time into her ass cheeks while he used her cunt. 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 sense cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping open as she could feel the coldness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thighs. 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 smell the cum in her hair from where some of the men had simply pulled out and fool away themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could pick up some men still in the room but, from the sounds, far to a lesser extent than the earlier numbers.

"Let's cane the beef !"It was an English people accent, educated, refined and he was excited about his idea. The mutters of obvious approving 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 discover you scream and see you phlebotomise. 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 contact, and then the like 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 tail end.

Again it hit her and she lifted her brain, tried to root for away from the painfulness, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the early side. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the blows hit her in perfect timing, two men, one on each side of meat. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her vocalism was hoarse from screams and her tears simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the first-class honours degree metre she had felt pain as hands had roamed over her bruised hindquarters, the second base time was simply so that two men could use her cunt, obviously excited by her trial by ordeal. Eventually the torture stopped and all she could feel was a burning heat from her fundament and speed thighs, even when someone moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could experience was the pain of the contact, her anus simply opened to its maltreater like a flower, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could breeze through nipples to the bench ?"A foreign emphasis

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

"Why not simply slice off nipples in that type. I have knife. Or even whole 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 peeing and call it a night. Remember, no-one signature her until I return although I suggest that you all turn in as well."

There were murmurings of agreement and denim felt a script stroke a region of her hair and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

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

She felt him step back and then a warm liquid spraying onto her headway and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in shame and mortification. When he had finished he made her booze the cobbler's last drops 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 coating and starting to leave. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply bring her some human body of retribution.

The light was turned off and the blackness was total. dungaree Devereaux sobbed in pain and terror and at the touch of come helplessness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prag, the 29th.

dungaree had no idea how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a burst of light as four men entered the elbow room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely like manual laborer. She had no idea how long she had slept but caught a glimpse of daylight through the capable door as the last one entered. All walked straight across the room and she suddenly remembered that her cunt and ass were exposed behind her and that she must have looked like the loud lady of pleasure 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 hardness against her bruised snatch sassing and was penetrated. The piece of tail was brutal but mercifully short. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their tour. Her wrists hurt and her mortise joint suffering and her stomach injury and she was being gang raped again. The first man ceded his home to the bit and then to the one-third, the fourth, the fifth part used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced surface the dry jam 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 aware of them when the rapists left and gave him their thanks.

"Good dawning Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered lounge a few feet to the side of her"We have sent a message to your better half in Jack London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do hope they do not react too fast because I have a number of worry party 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 control you and cum is very nutritional I understand ”, he laughed,"but I guess that you would like a drinking ?"

Although she hadn't thought of it before she now realised just how thirsty she was, she was hungry too but far more she was thirsty. She saw him dedicate a signaling to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a dirty chicken feed from a ledge and put a straw into it from a packet that was alongside. She then looked in repugnance as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to piddle into the glass, he nearly filled the unanimous pint glass and then stuck it under her brass with the drinking straw within reaching. She clamped her oral cavity shut and turned her head away.

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

"screw off you sick bastard."

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

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her dentition and the hurting spread through her when he pulled apart her caned buttocks. Without preparation and with only the cum of her to begin with rapist to still himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to make no far sounds. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the pain of the sudden climb-down.

"Mrs Devereaux you stink, but I don't think most of your clients today will 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 nightmare reminded her of her unadulterated deficiency of hope.

The three then pulled a mesa to within some six feet of her, found some chairs from somewhere and pulled out a pack of menu. The Englishman sat quietly while his two comrades carried in three crates and then returned with a twenty-five percent man and more beer.

They dealt the calling card and each opened a can of beer, the Englishman poured his into a crystal Methedrine that had come with one of the crate. The one-quarter man didn't sit just uttered the word"Sir"in a local anesthetic speech pattern and thumbed at Jean.

"I guess but make it quick"

blue jean had become just a musical composition of inwardness to be fucked as a prelude to a plot of cards and she soon received the 6th onus of cum in her vagina in the forgetful time since she had been awoken. He returned, took his hand of cards and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the next hr 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 hurting and irritation, 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 More. One man, in barely accentuate American English told her that he had managed to get two fingers and himself up her ass as she screamed at the hurting of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between hands to use her and as clip wore on denim lost numeration 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 assorted piece of tail unless they were spectacularly brutal and by evening, as she judged it by the differing twinkle when the door opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a deglutition at one stage and, despite wanting to throw up at the bare thought process, had drunk the now-cold piss with relish and after, another lading of piss straightaway from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The room access opened and a lone man came in pulling a large alloy cart. She watched the Englishman check his watch."VII on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

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

Jean's hopes at his comments disappeared. When she first heard his accent she had believed he might help her, his posture and Word stressed she should reckon 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 twisting was to be but for perhaps five instant she was untouched, just the noise of movement and unpacking. She was afraid to look stave. Then the buzzing. She knew that sound from when she had been at University, she had chickened out when they had all gone, but it was a tattoo gun.

"What are you doing. You can't do that. You can't mark me like that."

No-one responded except for a dim-witted recommendation from the tattooist that she should stay still or this could contain twice as long.

Compared to the earlier pain sensation, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her garb away up her backbone and began a tattoo on her lower back, almost on the top of her buttocks. The time seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to get laid her ass ‘ working this close was just too much'he explained, as much to her as to the Englishman, but apart from that continued, not even taking a beer ‘ might interfere with the work'he had said.

Eventually he finished and Jean just hurt, right across her low-down back. What had they done to her ? Would this ever end ? She lay still, she ached and hurt all over. She had hardly moved in xx four hours, she had, she knew pissed herself once, no-one had either noticed or cared, she knew she already stank of stale water so a little more made no difference.

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

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

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

"Of course of instruction not. She might heed then again she gets no say in it."

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

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

"Was busy in shop."Obviously a local

"fountainhead get started straight away. We have other things to do."

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new comer pulled a small table to alongside blue jean face and she watched in close up as he took out scissors, a razor and several other item from a compositor's 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 in all probability, just didn't aid. Methodically he proceeded to cut her whisker and then carefully place the shorn locks into a container, obviously prepared in advance. When he had finished he mixed lather and continued by shaving her head close and then repeated the routine to ensure that nada remained.

"Now you beautiful"he mocked. jean 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 grow back now. She just assumed that he would knock off her smooth again.

She felt a coldness sticky cream being spread over her lower orbit, from her anus to above her mons and onto the tops of her thigh either side. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his finger inside her holes in a way that made denim flavor ashamed. The whole procedure though took only a few minutes. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no fuck other holes for couple of time of day and you clean cream off initiatory or it hurt you as well. It take another few minutes to start working properly."

‘ Hurt you as well ?'denim's judgment raced. What did he mean. Her mind raced as this crude bumpkin pulled up her shaven head and pushed himself into her sassing and throat. He held her either side of her look and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's pussy, hard and inscrutable. denim wanted to choke but it didn't cobbler's 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 nothing but a gentle warmheartedness 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 quit. The combustion seemed to go on forever but eventually the hotness 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 sprightliness a little easier. The solution which my ally used is a very expensive, very unique rule, it simply means that you will never grow any hairsbreadth in the part again, it has merely burnt away all pilus follicles. You no longer have to trim and are now nicely smooth at all times. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its time. scavenge her up and John, you can do the side by side tattoo now."

dungaree was held by care as she felt the tattooist start study again but this time on the rear of her head. Amazingly it didn't distress as a lot but no-one worry anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too deplete, hungry and thirsty to resist now and she was refastened on her back with her legs in the air, open wide in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her arms repositioned backwards onto the Saami fastening as before.

Over the succeeding respective minute Jean watched as the tattooist added something to her mons and then screamed constantly as he tattooed around her aureoles. She couldn't see what he was doing, her spatial relation didn't allow for it. He completed his work by adding another tattoo just above where her whisker should have been on her forehead."Just the ring now, gods I'm tired"

tintinnabulation ? RING ? now what were they going to do but Jean already felt that her organic structure had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him pull at her button hood and pierce it with a needle. The pain was little more than that from and injection but when he added what was obviously the"ring"she could feel its free weight even though she was lying down.

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

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

One of the men proceeded to feed Jean shekels man by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink discharge inhuman weewee. 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 resistance now, it simply opened to their force per unit area, and she no longer made any attempt to resist her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Prague, the 30th.

The next morning was the like as the day before. The men, the card board. It only changed as flow of others came in, each put something on the mesa and then fucked her. How many she didn't know, she didn't attention, twenty, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to fuck a bare, fully shaven Englishwoman.

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

"O.K.. Lift her up."

The placard participant released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her legs simply wouldn't accompaniment her and two of the men had to clean her up and obligate her under her axillary fossa. Her wrist were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her chief and the cuffs fastened to a pulley. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her principal hung and she couldn't even summon the willpower to look up as they took the crumpled defiled remains of her dress from her and, for the first time, she was actually naked except for the buck stockings and, she realised incongruently, her high heeled shoes.

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

"That is very simple Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to hear you call and see you bleed. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw blood, and maybe a little longer and then enjoy your various fix again."He turned to the others"Menachem Begin"

Jean heard the crack of a whip and turned to see one of the men with a long bullwhip to on e face of her, she looked to the former and saw a indorse. She screamed as the inaugural black eye hit and she screamed throughout the whipping. Twenty-four blows from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the simple Logos"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a howler from her despite the constant use that hole had received. The others also took their bout in raping her while she hung helpless including, for the world-class meter, two of the men entering her front and back simultaneously. She could almost make enjoyed that feeling under other circumstances, so full phase of the moon and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her enough, and she realised that to the highest degree had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could feel cum running down her legs from her used fix, there seemed to be so much of it. She felt a penetrative stab in her will arm and turned to see the Englishman emptying a syringe into her. She had no fourth dimension to really react before obliviousness hit her.



Chapter 4 : Prague, the 1st.

dungaree Devereaux awoke expecting the same room and the same awful, restrictive bondage, but she was fond, she was comfortable even if every part of her body hurt like infernal region. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her number one thought process said it had been a nightmare but the pain in her organic structure said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to seem in the mirror, the sight that greeted her made her almost crash in horror and she slapped her hand across her mouth to stifle a scream. Her pass was, as she had expected, totally denudate, across the front, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"woman of the street"in black letters maybe and column inch and a half mellow. Her nipples had an esthetic scroll pattern tattooed around the outside of each aureole. The words RAPE MY puss ran across her Mons and a heavy atomic number 79 anchor ring, almost an inch in diameter pierced her lens hood. She span around in social club to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her lower back and"CUM SLUT"across the backrest of her head. Her cheek were almost opprobrious with bruising from the cane and her whole physical structure from neck to knees showed the signs of the whipping she had received, with small bloodline of origin where the skin had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its smoothness but then felt fresh cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her backrest had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Saami but was horrified and to a greater extent than a little wind up to detect that it opened easily at her touch,"like that of a cheap sporting lady"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her finger slipped inside.

The police, I must earphone the police. And assure them what ? Yes, the grounds was obvious but would she require to digest up in Margaret Court and go through the details ? Would she require everyone knowing the marks she carried. She stumbled back to the bedroom and only then saw the gasbag upon the table and the two packets alongside, one somewhat big 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 touch you again upon your return to British capital but in the meanwhile I would suggest that you keep the movies in the enclosed packet in a safe place. I have enclosed magnetic disk of the broad period together with edit out copies with the quieter times taken out to concentrate on the more interest episodes. Your ticker and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the shore leave of having your own hair made up into a wig which you will come up in the sec parcel accompanying this letter. Your own tomentum will, of course, grow back to cover the more obvious, and publicly visible, marks of your experience, unless you choose to go on your head teacher shaven naturally.

The depilation of your more buck private areas is permanent and I am guessing that you will not wish well to display those marks very often. They could be removed with cosmetic operation should you wish, although I think you would agree that such an action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James Smith




Chapter 5 : Postscript, Jack London

Jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his friend, on only a single juncture, in London and arranged by King James Julia Evelina Smith of course of instruction. She had never enjoyed sex so much in her life, her caput tattoos were, at that time, just still visible beneath her returning hairsbreadth and she fully lived up to their boasting. She also decided that she really did enjoy double incursion and even treble 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 expect it of her.

blue jean joined a second gym and, just occasionally, would betray into the Sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the rectify panache of bathing costume, her tattoos would get some matter to gossip and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventurous'booster with which to spend the evening.

She was both more relaxed and less tolerant in the office now that she had developed some, albeit flyspeck, common soldier living and when one of her other partners confessed in a drunken prison term after a particularly successful and lucrative contract had come in that she had a fantasy about being kidnapped and raped, Jean had minuscule hesitation in passing over a certain James Smith's business scorecard"Let me know how you get on, I might even be persuaded to join you."She slipped her helping hand across her permanently smooth mons pubis and felt a frisant of exhilaration as she touched the gold ring and felt where she knew the tattoo was .