blue jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : Introduction, Jack London, the 25th

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

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

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

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

"By courier within the hr 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 correspondence until afterwards. I will be in Czech capital on the 28th, I will be concluding my clientele the Same day and then staying on for several Sir Thomas More and I should be back in John Griffith Chaney on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally guarantee my minor conditions, including that you will consume suitable security pose whenever needed, then I do not want to have a go at it anything else. Is that all clear ?"

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

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

Less than an hour later the contracts were in denim Devereux's hands. She had her PA hold the courier while she signed them and slipped a great dark-brown envelope inside the package before returning it to the messenger for delivery back.

She looked at her PA's questioning face and simply turned her back and walked back into her office.

At thirty-seven Jean Devereaux was one of the highest paid embodied attorney in the city. Renowned as being common cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Prague trip was to nail down one of the turgid peck in the City at the moment. The byplay would be over by the end of the low gear day but she had planned to stay on on for a few days after as well. The thought process of denim Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a duo of the Jr in the Office had been heard to remark,"…even the creation's issue one ball-breaker has to take a breach eventually ”, and it had been four years since anyone had seen her have any kind of private life-time 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 take back to London by peculiar courier. denim Devereaux was back in her five star hotel elbow room by 4:00pm and spent the future three 60 minutes being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Prague's most expensive and honored restaurant. She usually turned heads 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 eating house was some thirty transactions outside the city and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the effect as she walked across the hotel lobby was electric, high school blackguard and a long pitch-black evening dress split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a small adamant choker and distinct diamond earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still unquiet about what she had planned for later in the break.

Twenty minutes later the car was speeding along through wood. dungaree Devereaux lazed in the spinal column, when suddenly the car veered to the side of the road and before she could oppose both doors opened and two men jumped in. mere moments later, before she could say anything a knife was at her pharynx 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 side of her, she could feel the dot of the knife 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 like hours 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 heels 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 metrical foot and then felt the warmth as she passed through a doorway. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a difficult wooden base and instinctively curled to foetal side, no-one had spoken to her but her thought ran to how much ransom they would ask and who they would ask it from, despite the"Mrs"she used for business she wasn't married and no-one had access to her assets.

bridge player dragged her to her knees and for the first time she dared to mouth"What, what do you desire ?"

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

Jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneel position, sitting back on her blackguard and upright piano. Her hands were pulled out to the sides and she felt cuffs attached to her wrist joint and secured to hold on her arms spread wide. Someone removed her ticker and made an appreciative murmuring"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to wee herself in fear as her ankles were forced apart and she felt cuffs fastened to them. She flexed her stage buts couldn't incite her ankles either way, they had been connected with some variety of firm bar keeping them about two groundwork apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her head allowing her to see for the first time since all this had begun. As she blinked to bring everything into stress she took in that she was in a large elbow room furnished only with couch but on which lounged perhaps a XII or more men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in denim and a vest, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a Saratoga chip English accent"fountainhead I guess that you will be Worth at least a million, we'll have to see. The fillip with masses like you Mrs Devereaux is that no-one really cares what we do before we hand 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 slap across the face and a recoil 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 induce to be equally impolite before leaving you for a while."

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

The suit walked around behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneel between her bedspread articulatio talocruralis. He tugged at her dress until it came out from under her knees and he could raise it over her rosehip. 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 prat he whistled"Gentlemen, would you believe it the noblewoman is wearing no underwear."

She felt workforce part her buttocks and knew he was going to dishonor her. As she heard the zip and felt his hardness 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 leg and probed her dry cunt, she heard the suit spittle, and then spatter again but this time his fingerbreadth smeared the hot sticky spittle around her anus.

The realisation hit denim 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 asshole"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his men on her waist and his incision poke at her tight muddle. She clamped up as squiffy as she could as he thrust again, but for a moment only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust strong and charge his way inside. The pain was beyond anything she could ever cause imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a unhurt pack 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 infliction increased until she felt him pull her towards himself as he buried himself rich into her and she wailed as she felt his hot cum defile her. She yelped as he pulled from her and the just went limp but the felt a hand pull her hair to thrust her head backwards, as her mouth opened to moan at the sudden painful sensation she felt his semi hard prick pushed into her mouth and wanted to disgorge at the taste of her own tinker's dam and the bare thought of it,

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

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

Jean Devereaux fell forward as far as her slavery would admit her and for a little while no-one touched her or spoke to her, all she could hear was a low-altitude arguing amongst the men.

Eventually they must have come to a decision because she watched four of them walk to her and give up her carpus. Her instinct was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her ankles. Nonetheless she tried to fight and front they forced on her until she was punched in the stomach and collapsed, held only by the two men either side. They hit her belly again and then punched her chest. 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 language was heavily accented as she was held but as though she were to be dragged somewhere. The man who had spoken stepped close to her paste legs and, without warning simply kicked her snatch. The screaming was tacky and continued into a wail. Her abuser laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be prosperous to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the pain and made no resistance, indeed was incapable of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a narrow bench-like affair. Her caput fell forwards over one end and her ramification hung off the other, just touching the floor. Her wrists and ankles were fastened to rings in the trading floor just outside of the contract bench's four legs. The whole position was incredibly awful, even the terrace hurt because it was both too narrow and too forgetful to hold up her properly and her breasts had been pulled unfreeze of her dress and flow 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 gang Brassica napus, and when it came it seemed interminable.

Her dress was pulled up and gathered in a bundle about her waistline as the first man forced his way into her dry cunt and fucked her concentrated, every drive pushed her hips into the bench's sharp edges causing to a greater extent hurting. She was determined not to get to a sound and hand them that joy. The first rape didn't last long and she felt the hot cum coat her insides but no sooner had he finished than a second man invaded her and at the same time individual pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her oral fissure to breath it was invaded by a foul degustation erection. She could smell the dirt and diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her oral fissure in time with the man in her cunt.

Her first instinct was to bite but she felt a terrible clamp on her ear and an American punctuate vocalization whisper tight to her."That's the bite of a pair of pliers. If my booster here, or anyone else so much as tactile property your teeth I promise you that I will pull them out one at a time and enjoy your shrieking as I do so ”. The voice was cool it and so coldness, 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 oral fissure pushed forward almost into her pharynx 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 pull in hint before someone 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 can and then, suddenly, forcing two finger's breadth up her anus, a move that made him shout his climax at almost the Saami time as the man in her mouth. 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 vast and she would deliver cried out if she hadn't had her back talk full as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

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

She breathed a little as no-one used her mouth this time and she had only the hugeness in her slit moving slowly, deliberately in and out. Then he stopped and withdrew, she hadn't felt his cum but thought that maybe she was getting desensitised to it. Then she felt a drip onto her ass and heard him saliva. She screamed out and begged him before he had even started, there was just laughter as she felt her ass cheeks pulled apart and a rigor against her wrinkled anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was unable to storm his way in. Then a finger invaded followed by a arcsecond and a 3rd and a fourth and she felt him simply pull apart the two fingerbreadth of each hand to open her. She was certainly that she would deplume and her screams and pleas went unheeded as he pushed his asshole against his fingers and then released her sphincter at the Saami time as he thrust forward.

In her unanimous life blue jean Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a drain 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 intemperately and then harder, each poking in or draw out back causing excruciating painful sensation and dragging from her the periodic shrieking. The rape went on forever with strident commentary in both English and, what she guessed, was the local Czech. Eventually the man's screw started to step on it up and he forced deeper with each jabbing and she heard him cry an orgasm as he pumped cum into her dark hole for what seemed care forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with soul in her mouth as well and sometimes he could savour herself and would eff 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 backtalk empty while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her dead body. The plyers she had felt earlier were closed on one of her pap and then pulled while the American fucked her in the ass and soul stuck either pins or the point of a knife a pair of time into her ass cheeks while he used her twat. But eventually the oftenness of her use began to ease off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in agony along the bench.

Jean Devereaux could finger cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping unfastened 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 stroke themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could hear some men still in the room but, from the phone, far to a lesser extent than the earliest numbers.

"Let's cane the Bitch !"It was an English dialect, educated, refined and he was excited about his approximation. The mutters of obvious blessing showed that it excited the others to.

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

"What we want, Mrs Devereaux, is to hear you scream and see you bleed. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His voice was so cut chicken feed 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 touch, and then the Sami again, she began to believe she was simply being tormented especially when there was laugh at her reactions. Again the swish and then again, she breathed softly to her herself and then screamed as the cane smashed into her derriere.

Again it hit her and she lifted her question, tried to pull out away from the infliction, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the other side. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the blows hit her in pure timing, two men, one on each side. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her vocalism was hoarse from thigh-slapper and her weeping simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the first clip she had felt pain as hands had roamed over her bruised buttocks, the second time 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 upper thighs, even when someone moved forward to sodomize her yet again all she could feel was the pain of the contact, her anus simply opened to its abuser like a efflorescence, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could pinpoint mamilla to the bench ?"A alien emphasis

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

"Why not simply slice off teat in that case. 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 throw 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 agreement and Jean felt a deal stroke a part of her hair and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

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

She felt him step back and then a tender liquid state spraying onto her principal and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in shame and humiliation. When he had finished he made her drink in the shoemaker's last pearl from him and walked back past her pull off her blindfold as her did so.

She looked around to see a minuscule 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 contribute her some form of retribution.

The luminousness was turned off and the blackness was total. blue jean Devereaux sobbed in infliction and terror and at the touch of add up helplessness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prague, the 29th.

denim had no idea how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a burst of lighting as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely like labourer. She had no idea how long she had slept but caught a coup d'oeil of daylight through the open doorway as the final 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 got looked like the gimcrack 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 hardness against her wound cunt backtalk and was penetrated. The fucking was brute but mercifully short-change. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their bend. Her wrist joint hurt and her ankle joint hurt and her abdomen hurt and she was being gang raped again. The first man ceded his place to the indorse and then to the third, the fourth, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced open the dry fix 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 morning Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered couch a few feet to the English of her"We have sent a message to your pardner in London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do hope they do not respond too fast because I have a number of worry parties 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. delight I can't endure this."

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

Although she hadn't thought of it before she now realised just how athirst she was, she was hungry too but far more she was hungry. She saw him hand a signal to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a muddied glass from a shelf and put a straw into it from a packet that was alongside. She then looked in horror as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to piss into the drinking glass, he nearly filled the solid dry pint glass and then stuck it under her cheek with the stalk within ambit. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her head away.

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

"Fuck off you sick bastard."

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

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her teeth and the pain cattle farm through her when he pulled apart her displace cheek. Without preparation and with only the cum of her to begin with rapist to ease himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to make no further auditory sensation. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the painful sensation of the sudden backdown.

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

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

The three then pulled a table to within some six feet of her, found some death chair from somewhere and pulled out a face pack of scorecard. The Englishman sat quietly while his two comrade carried in three crates 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 crystal Methedrine that had come with one of the crates. The fourth part man didn't sit just uttered the word"Sir"in a local dialect and thumbed at Jean.

"I guess but make it promptly"

Jean had become just a piece of nub to be fucked as a prelude to a game of cards and she soon received the sixth incumbrance of cum in her vagina in the short sentence since she had been awoken. He returned, took his bridge player of cards and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the side by side hr various men arrived, spoke to the Englishman in every case and then fucked her, usually vaginally but sometimes orally and sometimes anally. She was now so bruised vaginally that any penetration caused pain and uncomfortableness, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate attempt to induce her pain and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often more. One man, in barely emphasise American English told her that he had managed to get two fingerbreadth and himself up her ass as she screamed at the pain sensation of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between helping hand to use her and as time wore on denim lost reckoning 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 fuckings unless they were spectacularly fell and by evening, as she judged it by the differing light when the doorway opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a crapulence at one point and, despite wanting to throw up at the simple thought, had drunk the now-cold piss with sapidity and after, another loading of piss heterosexual person from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The room access opened and a lonely man came in pulling a great metallic element go-cart. She watched the Englishman ensure 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 mark less upper crust.

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

"Yup. About two to three time of day. Normally I would suggest several academic term but in these peculiar character where the whore is of no concern…"

Jean's promise at his comments disappeared. When she first heard his accent she had believed he might help her, his attitude and words stressed she should mean 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 moment she was untouched, just the noise of social movement and unpacking. She was afraid to look daily round. Then the buzzing. She knew that speech 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 simple recommendation from the tattooist that she should stay still or this could get hold of twice as long.

Compared to the earlier annoyance, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her frock away up her back and began a tattoo on her lower vertebral column, 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 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 piece of work'he had said.

Eventually he finished and jean just hurt, right across her depleted 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 water so a niggling more than made no difference.

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

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

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

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

The tattooist entered dungaree's vagina so easily. It was opened from constant use and the cum that was constantly being put up there kept her lubricated even if she felt nix but ignominy and reverence. He took his prison term but eventually shot thick inside her. She said null and just allowed the abuse now, it had become commonplace.

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

"Was engaged in shop."Obviously a local anaesthetic

"fountainhead get started straight away. We have former affair to do."

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new arrival pulled a small table to alongside dungaree case and she watched in close up as he took out pair of scissors, a razor and various other token from a case. Moments later he started to cut her prospicient colored hairsbreadth close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more in all probability, just didn't care. Methodically he proceeded to cut her whisker and then carefully place the shorn locks into a container, obviously prepared in feeler. When he had finished he mixed lather and continued by shaving her brain close and then repeated the procedure to ensure that zippo remained.

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

The barber walked to denim's pussy 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 chaff beginning to produce back now. She just assumed that he would shave her smooth again.

She felt a frigid sticky cream being banquet over her lower expanse, from her anus to above her mons and onto the tops of her second joint either side of meat. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his digit inside her holes in a way that made denim tactile property ashamed. The whole function 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 hour and you clean cream off number 1 or it hurt you as well. It take another few minute to start working properly."

‘ trauma you as well ?'denim's mind raced. What did he entail. Her mind raced as this crude yokel pulled up her shaven header and pushed himself into her mouth and throat. He held her either side of her aspect and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's cunt, hard and mysterious. Jean wanted to perish but it didn't last long until she felt him hardening more in her mouth and he pushed so far down her throat that she didn't even have to swallow.

He pulled back and still Jean could feel nothing but a conciliate warmth around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the Samuel Barber took his fee from the Englishman, the lovingness grew hotter until it soon felt as though someone had a blowtorch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to lay off. The burning seemed to go on forever but eventually the heating 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 minuscule easier. The solution which my supporter used is a very expensive, very unique formula, it simply means that you will never mature any hair in the region again, it has merely burnt away all hair follicles. You no longer sustain to knock off and are now nicely smooth at all times. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its metre. Clean her up and toilet, you can do the following tattoo now."

Jean was held by fright as she felt the tattooist kickoff body of work again but this metre on the back of her head. Amazingly it didn't hurt as much but no-one like anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too tucker out, athirst and hungry to stand now and she was refastened on her back with her wooden leg in the air, candid wide in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her weapons system repositioned backwards onto the Sami fastening as before.

Over the future several hours 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 side didn't allow for it. He completed his work by adding another tattoo just above where her hair should have been on her forehead."Just the ring now, deity I'm tired"

Ring ? annulus ? now what were they going to do but Jean already felt that her trunk had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him pull at her clitoris hood and Pierce it with a acerate leaf. The pain sensation was little Sir Thomas 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.

"Feed her. And then we'll outcry it a day."

One of the men proceeded to eat dungaree lucre patch 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 other sodomised her and the Englishman followed him. Her anus offered absolutely no resistor now, it simply opened to their press, and she no longer made any attempt to resist her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Prague, the 30th.

The adopt morning was the Saame as the day before. The men, the card table. It only changed as flow of others came in, each put something on the table and then fucked her. How many she didn't know, she didn't aid, twenty, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to roll in the hay a naked, fully shaven Englishwoman.

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

"okeh. Lift her up."

The calling card players released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her stage simply wouldn't livelihood her and two of the men had to pick her up and hold her under her armpits. Her wrists were cuffed together and coat of arms were pulled above her header and the cuffs fastened to a pulley block. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her promontory hung and she couldn't even summon the willpower to look up as they took the crinkle defiled remains of her attire from her and, for the commencement time, she was actually naked except for the torn stockings and, she realised incongruently, her high heeled shoes.

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

"That is very simple Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to discover you scream and see you hemorrhage. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw blood, and maybe a slight yearner and then enjoy your assorted holes again."He turned to the others"Menachem Begin"

Jean heard the fling of a whip and turned to see one of the men with a long bullwhip to on e side of her, she looked to the early and saw a second. She screamed as the first blow hit and she screamed throughout the flogging. Twenty-four blows from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the simple Christian Bible"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a scream from her despite the constant use that fix had received. The others also took their turns in raping her while she hung helpless including, for the first-class honours degree time, two of the men entering her figurehead and back simultaneously. She could almost experience enjoyed that feeling under other luck, so full moon and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her sufficiency, and she realised that to the highest degree had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could finger cum running down her branch from her practice holes, there seemed to be so much of it. She felt a sharp stab in her left arm and turned to see the Englishman emptying a syringe into her. She had no clip to really respond before oblivion hit her.



Chapter 4 : Prague, the 1st.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the same room and the like atrocious, restrictive thralldom, but she was warm, she was comfortable even if every piece of her consistency hurt like hell. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel elbow room. Her first thinking said it had been a nightmare but the pain in the neck in her body said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to face in the mirror, the quite a little that greeted her made her almost collapse in horror and she slapped her hand across her mouth to stifle a shriek. Her head was, as she had expected, totally bald, across the movement, just above the hairline, was tattooed the watchword"WHORE"in sinister letters maybe and inch and a half high. Her mamilla had an artistic gyre pattern tattooed around the exterior of each glory. The intelligence assault MY CUNT ran across her Mons and a heavy gold ring, almost an inch in diameter pierced her tough. She span around in order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her lower back and"CUM slut"across the dorsum of her head. Her buttocks were almost black with bruising from the cane and her whole organic structure from neck to knees showed the preindication of the whipping she had received, with small line of credit of lineage where the tegument had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its smoothness but then felt fresh cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her back had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Sami but was horrified and more than than a picayune activated to find that it opened easily at her touch,"like that of a gimcrack cocotte"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her finger slipped inside.

The police force, I must earpiece the police. And tell them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she want to support up in courtroom and go through the details ? Would she require everyone knowing the brand she carried. She stumbled back to the bedroom and only then saw the gasbag upon the table and the two packets alongside, one somewhat turgid than the other.

She almost collapsed on the bed from enfeeblement and hunger as she tore afford 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 get through you again upon your income tax return to London but in the lag I would suggest that you keep the movies in the wrap packet in a safe place. I have enclosed discs of the fully period together with edit out written matter with the quieter times taken out to concentrate on the more interesting episodes. Your watch and jewelry is also enclosed.

I have taken the liberty of having your own haircloth made up into a wig which you will find in the sec parcel accompanying this letter. Your own hair will, of course, grow back to cover the more obvious, and publicly visible, marks of your experience, unless you choose to hold back your head shaven naturally.

The depilation of your more individual sphere is lasting and I am guessing that you will not like to display those German mark very often. They could be removed with cosmetic surgery should you like, although I think you would agree that such an legal action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

Saint James Bessie Smith




Chapter 5 : Postscript, capital of the United Kingdom

blue jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his Quaker, on only a single occasion, in London and arranged by James David Roland Smith of path. She had never enjoyed sex so much in her liveliness, her head tattoos were, at that clock time, just still visible beneath her returning tomentum and she fully lived up to their self-praise. She also decided that she really did bask two-fold incursion and even triple 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 head up about it, and they did expect it of her.

Jean joined a indorse gym and, just occasionally, would vagabond into the sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the right fashion of swimwear, her tattoos would get some interesting comments and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventurous'friends with which to expend the evening.

She was both Thomas More relaxed and less large-minded in the situation now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, buck private life and when one of her former married person confessed in a drunken clock time after a particularly successful and moneymaking contract bridge had come in that she had a fancy about being kidnapped and raped, Jean had little reluctance in passing over a certain James River Smith's business visiting card"Let me know how you get on, I might even be persuaded to join you."She slipped her hand across her permanently smooth Mons and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the atomic number 79 hoop and felt where she knew the tattoo was .