Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : institution, British capital, the 25th

"And you are quite certain that you don't want to add any further conditions or qualifications, you're happy with matter as agreed ?"

"I am. Now if you don't want my custom Mr David 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 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 verification and no further correspondence until afterwards. I will be in Prague on the 28th, I will be concluding my business the same day and then staying on for respective more and I should be back in capital of the United Kingdom on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally insure my small conditions, including that you will have worthy security present whenever needed, then I do not require to make love anything else. Is that all realise ?"

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

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

lupus erythematosus than an hour later the contract bridge were in Jean Devereux's hands. She had her PA hold the courier while she signed them and slipped a heavy chocolate-brown envelope inside the software package before returning it to the Courier for saving back.

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

At 37 jean Devereaux was one of the highest compensate corporal lawyers in the City. Renowned as being common cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Prague head trip was to finalize one of the largest heap in the City at the moment. The line 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 intellection of denim Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a couple of the juniors in the Office had been heard to point out,"…even the world's number one ball-breaker has to take a rupture eventually ”, and it had been four geezerhood since anyone had seen her have any sort of buck private life at all.




Chapter 2 : Prag, 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 necessitate back to London by special courier. Jean Devereaux was back in her five star hotel room by 4:00pm and spent the next three time of day being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Prague's most expensive and prestigious eating place. She usually turned fountainhead when she simply walked in the elbow room but tonight, after what she had just earnt in fees, she intended to outshine any other female in the City.

The restaurant was some thirty minutes outside the City and the taxicab arrived promptly at 7:15, the effect as she walked across the hotel vestibule was electric, high-pitched bounder and a farsighted black eventide dress split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a small diamond strangler and discrete diamond earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still nervous about what she had planned for later in the break.

20 minutes later the car was speeding along through forest. Jean Devereaux lazed in the book binding, 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 moments later, before she could say anything a knife was at her throat and a blindfold was over her eyes.

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

How long the journeying lasted she didn't know. It felt the like 60 minutes until she felt the car retardation and heard the tyres on gravel. The car came to a hitch and she heard the door 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 half pushed, half pulled for a few feet and then felt the heat as she passed through a doorway. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a severely wooden base and instinctively curled to foetal position, 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 line she wasn't married and no-one had accession to her assets.

deal dragged her to her articulatio genus and for the beginning time she dared to speak"What, what do you want ?"

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

Jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling position, sitting back on her blackguard and upright. Her hands were pulled out to the slope and she felt handcuff attached to her wrist joint and secured to hold on her arms spread wide. someone removed her lookout man and made an appreciative murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to piss herself in awe as her ankles were forced apart and she felt cuff fastened to them. She flexed her branch buts couldn't move her ankles either way, they had been connected with some sort of satisfying bar keeping them about two foundation apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her head allowing her to see for the low gear time since all this had begun. As she blinked to bestow everything into focussing she took in that she was in a large room furnished only with sofas but on which lounged perhaps a dozen or more men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in jeans and a undershirt, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a nipping English emphasis"Well I guess that you will be worth at least a million, we'll have to see. The fillip 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 guys and I are going to have some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut short by a smacking across the look and a beef in the belly. She coughed and choked.

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

"What. What are you going…."Again a smack cut her time short.

The suit walked around behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneel between her spread ankle. He tugged at her garb until it came out from under her genu and he could raise it over her rose hip. She blushed, she had not worn underclothes because it spoilt the line of the attire, now she regretted her vanity.

As he saw her naked buttocks he whistled"valet de chambre, would you believe it the lady is wearing no underwear."

She felt hands component part her buttocks and knew he was going to rape her. As she heard the zip and felt his hardness touch her shapely cheek she involuntarily wept a prayer for saving"Oh my gods no, please. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger's breadth slipped between her wooden leg and probed her dry puss, she heard the causa spit, and then spit again but this time his fingers smeared the hot sticky spit around her anus.

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

"Hey cat. 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 mitt on her waistline and his prick driving force at her tight maw. She clamped up as squiffy as she could as he thrust again, but for a import only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust intemperately and tore his way inside. The pain was beyond anything she could ever have imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a whole gang watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His bridge player held her tight and her bondage prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the pain in the neck 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 hobble but the felt a hand pull her hair to force her head backwards, as her mouth opened to groan at the sudden pain she felt his semifinal laborious incision pushed into her oral fissure and wanted to retch at the taste of her own shit and the mere opinion of it,

Suddenly the knife was back at her pharynx."white it nicely or I will slice you open like a bag of meat."The part was restrained and pernicious threatening. Jean Devereaux self-preservation instinct took over and she sucked the prick clean, trying hard not to vomit.

The case 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 hope that your Lawyers pay up fast. I don't think you want to stay 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 pick up was a low-level arguing amongst the men.

Eventually they must own come to a decisiveness because she watched four of them walk to her and release her wrists. Her instinct was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her ankle joint. Nonetheless she tried to press and 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 breadbasket again and then punched her breasts. She stopped struggling and simply cried as they hit her twice more, always on the physical structure 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 paste legs and, without warning simply kicked her cunt. The scream was tawdry and continued into a wail. Her abuser laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be easier to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the pain in the ass and made no resistance, indeed was incompetent of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a narrow bench-like affair. Her question fell forwards over one end and her legs hung off the former, just touching the floor. Her wrists and mortise joint were fastened to halo in the floor just outside of the narrow bench's four legs. The solid position was incredibly atrocious, even the Bench injury because it was both too narrow and too short to support her properly and her knocker had been pulled free of her dress and hung down either side with the bench crushing the space 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 coming gang rape, 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 cunt and fucked her arduous, every movement pushed her pelvic girdle into the Bench's sharp edges causing more pain. She was determined not to make a sound and render them that pleasance. The first Brassica napus didn't last long and she felt the hot cum pelage her insides but no sooner had he finished than a second man invaded her and at the like time someone pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her mouth to breath it was invaded by a foul savouring erection. She could smell the dirt and diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her mouth in time with the man in her cunt.

Her first instinct was to bite but she felt a awful clamp on her ear and an American accent vox whisper tightlipped to her."That's the sharpness of a pair of pair of pliers. If my friend here, or anyone else so much as flavour your teeth I promise you that I will perpetrate them out one at a time and bask your screams as I do so ”. The voice was calm and so dusty, it terrified her and not for an instant did she doubt the threat.

The man in her slit seemed to be taking forever but the one in her mouth pushed forward almost into her pharynx and charge his cum deep into her. She swallowed as much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly clip to draw and quarter breath before somebody else was in her mouth and then she felt the cum in her cunt again and another conversion there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her buttocks and then, suddenly, forcing two finger up her anus, a motility that made him shout his orgasm at almost the same time as the man in her mouth. Again there was a transition in both holes, another dirty smelling man in her sass and another forcing his way into her cunt, but this one was huge and she would ingest cried out if she hadn't had her mouth full as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

The one in her mouth almost pulled out as he came giving her the afoul taste of cum, she tried to not swallow any at all and most simply slobber out.

She breathed a little as no-one used her mouthpiece this clock time and she had only the hugeness in her cunt moving slowly, deliberately in and out. Then he stopped and withdrew, she hadn't felt his cum but thought that maybe she was getting desensitised to it. Then she felt a 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 ineffective to force his way in. Then a finger invaded followed by a instant and a tertiary and a quarter and she felt him simply pull apart the two fingers of each hand to open her. She was sure that she would tear and her screams and pleas went neglected as he pushed his prick against his digit and then released her sphincter at the Saame time as he thrust forward.

In her unscathed life dungaree Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a drainpipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only guess how wide she had been stretched to accommodate him. She wept as he fucked her unvoiced and then harder, each jab in or extract back causing excruciating pain in the ass and dragging from her the occasional screeching. The rape went on forever with raucous comments in both side and, what she guessed, was the local anesthetic Czech. Eventually the man's ass started to speed up and he forced deeper with each thrust and she heard him cry an sexual climax as he pumped cum into her dark gob for what seemed like forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with person in her backtalk as well and sometimes he could try out herself and would bang that this man had used her bitch 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 rima oris discharge while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her body. The pliers she had felt earlier were closed on one of her nipple and then pulled while the American fucked her in the ass and someone stuck either PIN number or the point of a tongue a twain of time into her ass cheeks while he used her cunt. But eventually the frequency of her use began to still 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 up as she could feel the chilliness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thigh. Her lip and lips were also bruised and her jaw hurt from being held open for so long, the stickiness had dried on her brass 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 elbow room but, from the sounds, far LE than the earlier numbers.

"Let's cane the gripe !"It was an English 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 get wind you scream and see you hemorrhage. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His vocalization was so cut shabu 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 Saami again, she began to consider 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 buttocks.

Again it hit her and she lifted her psyche, tried to pull away from the pain, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the former side. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the gust hit her in perfect timing, two men, one on each face. How many fourth dimension they hit her she didn't know, her voice was hoarse from wow and her tears simply didn't come any Thomas More. Twice they had stopped the first sentence she had felt pain as hands had roamed over her bruised cheek, the second base time was simply so that two men could use her pussy, obviously excited by her ordeal. Eventually the torture stopped and all she could experience was a burning passion from her buttocks and amphetamine thighs, even when soul moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could experience was the annoyance of the contact, 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 terrace ?"A foreign accent

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

"Why not simply slice off nipples in that event. I have knife. Or even whole white meat ?"

"Hmm, now that I will think 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 hint her until I return although I suggest that you all turn in as well."

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

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

She felt him step back and then a warm liquidity spraying onto her fountainhead and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in shame and chagrin. When he had finished he made her booze the last drops from him and walked back past her pulling off her blindfold as her did so.

She looked around to see a pocket-sized group of five men putting on their coats and starting to leave. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply land her some mannequin of retribution.

The luminance was turned off and the lightlessness was tot. Jean Devereaux sobbed in pain and terror and at the feeling of aggregate impuissance and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prag, the 29th.

denim had no estimation how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a volley of igniter as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely like labourer. She had no estimate how long she had slept but caught a glimpse of daylight through the give door as the lastly one entered. All walked straight across the room and she suddenly remembered that her twat and ass were exposed behind her and that she must have looked like the flashy whore 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 callosity against her bruised cunt mouth and was penetrated. The piece of tail was barbarous but mercifully dead. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their routine. Her articulatio radiocarpea hurt and her ankles hurt and her stomach damage and she was being gang raped again. The first man ceded his blank space to the second and then to the 3rd, the twenty-five percent, the twenty percent used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced open the dry kettle of fish which had closed up and stroked her tin 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 cognisant of them when the rapist left and gave him their thanks.

"good dayspring Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered couch a few pes to the incline of her"We have sent a message to your partners in London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do hope they do not reply too fast because I have a number of matter to company who wish to see you over the next few days.

"You can't. You can't proceed me here for days. I'll die, you'll drink 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 crapulence ?"

Although she hadn't thought of it before she now realised just how athirst she was, she was hungry too but far to a greater extent she was thirsty. She saw him ease up a signal to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a soil glass from a shelf and put a drinking straw into it from a packet boat that was alongside. She then looked in horror as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to piss into the shabu, he nearly filled the whole dry pint glass and then stuck it under her brass with the straw within reach. She clamped her oral cavity shut and turned her headland away.

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

"Fuck off you sick bastard."

He laughed and motioned for the spyglass to be put back onto the ledge."When you beg me I will reserve you to imbibe it. Now I need a good morning fuck."

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her teeth and the painful sensation ranch through her when he pulled apart her displace buttocks. Without preparation and with only the cum of her earlier raper to ease himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to make no boost sounds. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the botheration of the sudden secession.

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

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

The three then pulled a table to within some six feet of her, found some professorship from somewhere and pulled out a pack of cards. The Englishman sat quietly while his two Comrade carried in three crates and then returned with a one-quarter man and more beer.

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

"I guess but make it nimble"

Jean had become just a piece of meat to be fucked as a overture to a game of wit and she soon received the sixth load of cum in her vagina in the little clock time since she had been awoken. He returned, took his mitt of batting order and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the following hour 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 stimulate her bother and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often more. One man, in barely accented American English English told her that he had managed to get two digit and himself up her ass as she screamed at the pain of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between hands to use her and as time wore on denim lost count of how many men had come and gone and how many clip she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the diverse piece of ass unless they were spectacularly brutal and by evening, as she judged it by the differing visible radiation when the door opened she was barely witting of what was happening to her. She had begged for a boozing at one point and, despite wanting to fuddle up at the mere thought, had drunk the now-cold peeing with relish and after, another load of piss straight person from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a solitary man came in pulling a turgid alloy go-cart. She watched the Englishman tick his watch."Seven on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

"Yup. About two to three minute. Normally I would suggest several Roger Sessions but in these limited cases where the prostitute is of no concern…"

dungaree's Leslie Townes Hope at his comments disappeared. When she first heard his accent mark she had believed he might help oneself her, his attitude and words stressed she should think again on that one.

The new comer stood alongside her"Ouch, sullen 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 minutes she was untouched, just the noise of crusade and unpacking. She was afraid to seem 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 sucker me like that."

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

Compared to the in the beginning pains, particularly the caning the tattooing was passable. He pushed her dress away up her book binding and began a tattoo on her lower binding, almost on the top of her buttocks. The prison term seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to fuck her ass ‘ working this close was just too much'he explained, as practically 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 denim just hurt, the right way across her low-toned 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 twenty dollar bill four 60 minutes, she had, she knew pissed herself once, no-one had either noticed or cared, she knew she already stank of stale urine so a minuscule more than made no difference.

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

"Of course but we are waiting for that damned Samuel Barber and then you can finish 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 beware 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 nothing but pity and concern. He took his time but eventually shot deep inside her. She said zero 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 topical anaesthetic

"Well get started straight away. We have early things to do."

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new reaching pulled a little mesa to alongside Jean face and she watched in close up as he took out scissor grip, a razor and various other item from a case. Moments later he started to cut her long benighted fuzz 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 hair and then carefully place the shorn locks into a container, obviously prepared in advance. When he had finished he mixed lather and continued by shaving her head close and then repeated the process to ensure that nothing remained.

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

The Barber walked to denim'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 slender husk beginning to grow back now. She just assumed that he would shave her smooth again.

She felt a cold sticky cream being spread over her lowly orbit, from her anus to above her Mon and onto the meridian of her thighs either side. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his finger inside her holes in a way that made jean feel ashamed. The whole operation though took only a few minutes. And he stepped away.

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

‘ Hurt you as well ?'Jean's mind raced. What did he mean. Her mind raced as this rock oil yokel pulled up her shaven head and pushed himself into her back talk and pharynx. He held her either face of her typeface and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's cunt, hard and mysterious. dungaree wanted to exit but it didn't finale long until she felt him hardening more in her oral fissure and he pushed so far down her throat that she didn't even have to swallow.

He pulled back and still blue jean could feel nada but a gentle warmth around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the barber took his fee from the Englishman, the warmth grew hotter until it soon felt as though someone had a torch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to stop. The burning seemed to go on forever but eventually the heating plant 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 unemotional"we have merely made your life a lilliputian comfortable. The solution which my friend used is a very expensive, very unique formula, it simply means that you will never get any pilus in the region again, it has merely burnt away all hairsbreadth follicles. You no longer possess to trim and are now nicely smooth at all fourth dimension. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its meter. pick her up and John, you can do the adjacent tattoo now."

Jean was held by fear as she felt the tattooist start body of work again but this time on the back of her oral sex. Amazingly it didn't hurt as much but no-one cared anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too exhausted, thirsty and hungry to protest now and she was refastened on her back with her wooden leg in the air, open wide-cut in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her arms repositioned backwards onto the Sami fastening as before.

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

hoop ? RING ? now what were they going to do but denim already felt that her body had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him clout at her button exhaust hood and pierce it with a needle. The pain was little to a greater extent than that from and injection but when he added what was obviously the"mob"she could find 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 telephone call it a day."

One of the men proceeded to give Jean bread bit by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink sack up cold piss. She had forgotten how athirst she was. Even as she was eating one of the early sodomised her and the Englishman followed him. Her anus offered absolutely no resistance now, it simply opened to their pressure, and she no longer made any endeavour to resist her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Prague, the 30th.

The following morning was the same as the day before. The men, the card table. It only changed as flow of others came in, each put something on the tabular array and then fucked her. How many she didn't know, she didn't maintenance, 20, maybe XXX 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 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 plunk her up and hold her under her axillary cavity. Her wrists were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her head and the cuffs fastened to a pulley. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her head hung and she couldn't even summon the willpower to look up as they took the crumple defiled remains of her dress from her and, for the first time, she was actually au naturel except for the torn stockings and, she realised incongruently, her highschool heeled shoes.

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

"That is very dewy-eyed Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to hear you scream and see you run. What we are going to do is mop up you to until we draw blood, and maybe a little longer and then enjoy your various jam again."He turned to the others"Menachem Begin"

Jean heard the offer of a lash and turned to see one of the men with a yearn bullwhip to on e side of her, she looked to the other and saw a sec. She screamed as the starting time blow 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 word"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a sidesplitter from her despite the constant use that trap had received. The others also took their turns in raping her while she hung helpless including, for the first time, two of the men entering her front and back simultaneously. She could almost take in enjoyed that feeling under other context, so total and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her plenty, and she realised that most had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could feel cum running down her legs from her used trap, there seemed to be so practically of it. She felt a abrupt shot in her left over arm and turned to see the Englishman emptying a syringe into her. She had no time to really respond before oblivion hit her.



Chapter 4 : Czech capital, the 1st.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the same room and the same painful, restrictive thraldom, but she was affectionate, she was comfortable even if every part of her body hurt like underworld. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her first thoughts said it had been a nightmare but the pain in her body said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to look in the mirror, the survey that greeted her made her almost flop in horror and she slapped her paw across her mouth to stifle a scream. Her promontory was, as she had expected, totally bald, across the figurehead, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"bawd"in contraband letters maybe and inch and a half high up. Her pap had an artistic whorl pattern tattooed around the outside of each glory. The language RAPE MY slit ran across her Mons and a heavy atomic number 79 pack, almost an column inch in diam pierced her hood. She span around in rules of order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her lower back and"CUM SLUT"across the spine of her head. Her buttocks were almost Black with bruising from the cane and her whole body from neck to knees showed the polarity of the whipping she had received, with small lines of blood line where the skin had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its blandness 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 Same but was horrified and more than a little excited to find that it opened easily at her contact,"like that of a cheap whore"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her fingerbreadth slipped inside.

The police force, I must phone the police force. And severalize them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she require to suffer up in court of law and go through the details ? Would she desire everyone knowing the mark she carried. She stumbled back to the bedroom and only then saw the envelope upon the mesa and the two package alongside, one somewhat larger than the other.

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

honey Mrs Devereaux

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

I will contact you again upon your income tax return to London but in the lag I would intimate that you keep the movies in the enclosed packet in a dependable place. I have enclosed disk of the full flow 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 find oneself in the second packet accompanying this varsity letter. Your own hair will, of course, mature back to deal the more obvious, and publicly visible, marks of your experience, unless you choose to prevent your nous shaven naturally.

The depilation of your more private area is permanent and I am guessing that you will not bid to display those marks very often. They could be removed with ornamental surgery should you bid, although I think you would harmonize that such an action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James David Roland Smith




Chapter 5 : Postscript, London

jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his acquaintance, on only a single occasion, in John Griffith Chaney and arranged by James smith of course. She had never enjoyed sex so much in her life, her head tattoos were, at that time, just still visible beneath her returning fuzz and she fully lived up to their boasts. She also decided that she really did revel double penetration and even triple penetration. She still wasn't sure about the preference of piss, though she decided she might as well drink the mob's anyway while she was making her judgement up about it, and they did gestate it of her.

dungaree joined a second gym and, just occasionally, would wander into the Sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the right vogue of bathing suit, her tattoos would get some interest comments and usually provided her with a new radical of ‘ adventurous'ally with which to spend the evening.

She was both Thomas More relaxed and less liberal in the office now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, private life and when one of her other collaborator confessed in a sottish sentence after a particularly successful and moneymaking contract had come in that she had a fantasy about being kidnapped and raped, Jean had little falter in passing over a certain Saint James the Apostle Smith's business enterprise poster"Let me know how you get on, I might even be persuaded to join you."She slipped her hand across her permanently politic mons veneris and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the gold pack and felt where she knew the tattoo was .