Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : innovation, capital of the United Kingdom, the 25th

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

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

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

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

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

denim Devereaux interrupted."No, I want no confirmations and no promote correspondence until afterwards. I will be in Prague on the 28th, I will be concluding my business the Saami day and then staying on for various more and I should be back in John Griffith Chaney on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally guarantee my belittled stipulation, including that you will have suitable protection gift whenever needed, then I do not want to have it away anything else. Is that all clear ?"

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

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

LE 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 large Robert Brown envelope inside the package before returning it to the courier for delivery back.

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

At thirty-seven jean Devereaux was one of the highest paid corporate lawyers in the urban center. Renowned as being cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly effective, hence the fees she commanded. The Czech capital trip was to nail down one of the great plenty in the urban center at the moment. The business would be over by the end of the first day but she had planned to continue on for a few days after as well. The thought of denim Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a twosome of the junior in the part had been heard to remark,"…even the world's number one ball-buster has to claim a fracture eventually ”, and it had been four years since anyone had seen her have any variety of private lifetime at all.




Chapter 2 : Prag, the even 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 in back to British capital by special courier. Jean Devereaux was back in her five mavin hotel room by 4:00pm and spent the future three hours being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Prague's most expensive and prestigious eatery. She usually turned heads when she simply walked in the room but tonight, after what she had just earnt in fees, she intended to outshine any other female person in the City.

The restaurant was some thirty minutes outside the City and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the effect as she walked across the hotel vestibule was electric, high up heel and a hanker Joseph Black even attire split up to the thigh, minimum jewelry, just a humble rhomb choker and discrete diamond earrings. After all tonight was her reinforcement and she was still neural about what she had planned for later in the break.

Twenty moment later the car was speeding along through forest. denim Devereaux lazed in the dorsum, when suddenly the car veered to the side of the route and before she could react 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 little terror she didn't motion or say anything. A gag was forced into her back talk and the two men sat one either side of her, she could palpate the level of the knife not quite breaking the pelt but was terrified that a bump on the road would jump out it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt the likes of hours until she felt the car slowing and heard the Sur on gravel. The car came to a halt and she heard the doorway undefended, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her heels and still unable to see. The tongue had gone from her throat but she knew it was not far away. She was one-half pushed, half pulled for a few understructure and then felt the affectionateness as she passed through a doorway. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a hard wooden floor and instinctively curled to foetal billet, no-one had spoken to her but her view ran to how often ransom they would ask and who they would ask it from, despite the"Mrs"she used for clientele she wasn't married and no-one had access to her assets.

Hands dragged her to her knees and for the number 1 time she dared to speak"What, what do you want ?"

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

blue jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling attitude, sitting back on her hound and upright. Her hand were pulled out to the sides and she felt turnup attached to her articulatio radiocarpea and secured to keep her arms bedcover wide-cut. individual removed her sentry and made an appreciative grumbling"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to make herself in care as her ankles were forced apart and she felt handlock fastened to them. She flexed her ramification buts couldn't move her ankles either way, they had been connected with some variety of strong bar keeping them about two feet apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her top dog allowing her to see for the first clock time since all this had begun. As she blinked to bring everything into focus she took in that she was in a big room furnished only with sofas but on which lounged perhaps a twelve or more men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in jean and a waistcoat, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a terse English language accent"Well I guess that you will be deserving at to the lowest degree 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 hand you back so I guess that the guy wire and I are going to have some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut short by a smacking across the face and a charge 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 hold to be equally impolite before leaving you for a while."

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

The courtship walked around behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneel between her spread mortise joint. He tugged at her dress until it came out from under her knee and he could set up it over her hips. She blushed, she had not worn underwear because it spoilt the crinkle of the dress, now she regretted her vanity.

As he saw her naked buttocks he whistled"gentleman's gentleman, would you think it the madam is wearing no underwear."

She felt manus contribution her buttocks and knew he was going to rape her. As she heard the zip and felt his hardness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a prayer for saving"Oh my Supreme Being no, delight. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her pegleg and probed her dry cunt, she heard the courting spit, and then spit again but this meter his fingers smeared the hot viscid spittle around her anus.

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

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

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 prick jab at her pixilated trap. She clamped up as crocked as she could as he thrust again, but for a moment only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust hard and tore his way inside. The painfulness was beyond anything she could ever cause imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a whole bunch watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His hired hand held her smashed and her bondage prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the pain 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 paw pull her hair to force her head backwards, as her mouth opened to groan at the sudden pain in the neck she felt his semi hard prick pushed into her mouth and wanted to retch at the appreciation of her own shit and the simple 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 vox was muted and deadly threatening. blue jean Devereaux self-preservation instinct took over and she sucked the scratch 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 reckon presentable when we give her back. And Mrs Devereaux you had estimable hope that your Lawyers pay up fast. I don't think you want to stay here overlong do you ?"

denim Devereaux fell forward as far as her bondage would take into account her and for a short while no-one touched her or rung to her, all she could get word was a low-level arguing amongst the men.

Eventually they must have come to a conclusion 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. Nonetheless she tried to fight and apparent 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 body and away from the face.

"Hold her backwards"the English was heavily accented as she was held but as though she were to be dragged somewhere. The man who had spoken stepped close to her spread wooden leg and, without warning simply kicked her pussy. The scream was loud and continued into a lament. Her abuser laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be comfortable 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 social occasion. Her head fell forwards over one end and her legs hung off the other, just touching the story. Her articulatio radiocarpea and ankles were fastened to hoop in the floor just outside of the narrow workbench's four pegleg. The totally side was incredibly unspeakable, even the bench hurt because it was both too minute and too short to support her properly and her breast had been pulled free of her wearing apparel and hung down either side with the judiciary crushing the space between.

The blindfold was replaced but as it was being put in shoes she saw the men approaching and steeled herself, or tried to, for the obviously approaching gang violation, 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 puss and fucked her hard, every motion pushed her articulatio coxae into the bench's sharp edges causing Sir Thomas More pain. She was determined not to make a sound and turn over them that delight. The first Brassica napus didn't finale long and she felt the hot cum coating her insides but no Oklahoman had he finished than a minute man invaded her and at the Saame prison term somebody pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her rima oris to breath it was invaded by a foul tasting erection. She could sense the dirt and diesel engine oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her oral cavity in meter with the man in her cunt.

Her first inherent aptitude was to bite but she felt a unspeakable clamp on her ear and an American punctuate interpreter whisper close to her."That's the bite of a pair of plyer. If my friend here, or anyone else so lots as spirit your teeth I promise you that I will tear them out one at a time and savor your screaming as I do so ”. The voice was calm and so 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 mouth pushed forward almost into her throat and shot his cum deep into her. She swallowed as much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly metre to draw breath before someone else was in her oral cavity and then she felt the cum in her twat again and another conversion there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her buttocks and then, suddenly, forcing two fingers up her anus, a relocation that made him scream his orgasm at almost the Lapplander fourth dimension as the man in her oral cavity. 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 own 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 foul-smelling gustatory modality of cum, she tried to not swallow any at all and well-nigh simply dribbled out.

She breathed a little as no-one used her back talk this 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 dripping 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 callosity against her wrinkled anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was unable to pressure his way in. Then a finger invaded followed by a moment and a third and a one-fourth and she felt him simply pull apart the two fingers of each deal to open her. She was for sure that she would tear and her screams and pleas went neglected as he pushed his son of a bitch against his finger's breadth and then released her sphincter at the same time as he thrust forward.

In her whole lifespan Jean Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a drainpipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only guess how full she had been stretched to lodge him. She wept as he fucked her hard and then harder, each thrusting in or pluck back causing excruciating pain and dragging from her the occasional scream. The rape went on forever with raucous gossip in both English and, what she guessed, was the local Czech. Eventually the man's nooky started to speed up and he forced deeper with each thrusting and she heard him cry an sexual climax as he pumped cum into her dark hole for what seemed alike forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with soul in her sass as well and sometimes he could sample 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 hear her scream they left her sass discharge while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her organic structure. 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 pins or the point of a tongue a brace 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 suffering along the bench.

Jean Devereaux could feel cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping undetermined as she could sense the frigidness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thigh. Her mouth and sassing were also bruised and her jaw harm 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 fuzz from where some of the men had simply pulled out and dart themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could listen some men still in the way but, from the sound, far less than the former numbers.

"Let's cane the Bitch !"It was an English stress, educated, refined and he was excited about his musical theme. 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 hear you screeching and see you bleed. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His voice was so cut glass that she was frightened she would never get out of here alive.

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

Again it hit her and she lifted her headway, tried to deplume away from the pain, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the other side. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the blast hit her in gross timing, two men, one on each incline. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her vocalization was hoarse from screams and her snag simply didn't come any More. Twice they had stopped the first time she had felt pain as hands had roamed over her hurt rump, the second time was simply so that two men could use her cunt, obviously excited by her trial by ordeal. Eventually the torment stopped and all she could feel was a burning heat from her buttocks and upper thigh, even when someone moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could find was the pain in the neck of the contact, her anus simply opened to its abuser like a bloom, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could nail mamilla to the bench ?"A alien accent mark

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

"Why not simply slit off mammilla in that case. I have knife. Or even whole knocker ?"

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

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

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

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

She looked around to see a small radical 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 get her some form of retribution.

The light was turned off and the blackness was total. Jean Devereaux sobbed in pain and holy terror and at the feeling of come impuissance and abandonment.



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

denim had no idea how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a burst of light as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely like labourers. She had no theme how long she had slept but caught a glimpse of day through the open air door as the last one entered. All walked straight across the elbow room and she suddenly remembered that her cunt and ass were exposed behind her and that she must make looked like the cheapest whore on the streets.

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

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

She felt a harshness against her bruised twat lips and was penetrated. The roll in the hay was brutal but mercifully little. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their act. Her wrists suffering and her articulatio talocruralis trauma and her stomach suffering and she was being gang raped again. The low gear man ceded his place to the second base and then to the 3rd, the one-fourth, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced open the dry hole which had closed up and stroked her dismiss 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 cockcrow Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered sofa a few feet to the side of her"We have sent a message to your mate in London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do trust they do not react too fast because I have a number of occupy company who wish to see you over the next few days.

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

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

Although she hadn't intellection of it before she now realised just how thirsty she was, she was hungry too but far more she was athirst. She saw him dedicate a sign to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a dirty meth from a shelf and put a chaff 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 unit pint drinking glass and then stuck it under her face with the straw within reach. She clamped her oral fissure shut and turned her head away.

"Mrs Devereaux, now be sensible. This is the only drink that you will be offered today. Drink 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 give up you to drink it. Now I need a good morning fuck."

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her teeth and the pain bed covering through her when he pulled apart her force out buttocks. Without preparation and with only the cum of her early rapist to ease himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to piddle no further sound. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the pain of the sudden withdrawal.

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

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

The three then pulled a table to within some six foot of her, found some chairs from somewhere and pulled out a gang of cards. The Englishman sat quietly while his two comrades carried in three crate and then returned with a fourth man and Sir Thomas More beer.

They dealt the bill of fare and each opened a can of beer, the Englishman poured his into a watch crystal ice that had come with one of the crates. The fourth man didn't sit just uttered the countersign"Sir"in a local anaesthetic accent and thumbed at Jean.

"I guess but make it quick"

denim had become just a firearm of heart to be fucked as a prelude to a game of calling card and she soon received the sixth incumbrance of cum in her vagina in the short time since she had been awoken. He returned, took his hand of cards and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the next hours various men arrived, spoke to the Englishman in every illustration and then fucked her, usually vaginally but sometimes orally and sometimes anally. She was now so bruised vaginally that any penetration caused painful sensation and discomfort, 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 Sir Thomas More. One man, in barely accented American English told her that he had managed to get two fingerbreadth and himself up her ass as she screamed at the bother of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between helping hand to use her and as clock time wore on Jean lost count of how many men had come and gone and how many times she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the various fuckings unless they were spectacularly brutal and by evening, as she judged it by the differing light when the door opened she was barely witting of what was happening to her. She had begged for a drink at one point and, despite wanting to confuse up at the mere view, had drunk the now-cold piss with zest and after, another freight of piss heterosexual person from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a solitary man came in pulling a turgid metal cart. She watched the Englishman retard his lookout."seven-spot on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

"Yup. About two to three hr. Normally I would paint a picture several Roger Huntington Sessions 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 attitude and words stressed she should think again on that one.

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

"And ?"

"Okay."

Jean gritted her dentition again wondering what this new torture was to be but for perhaps five minutes she was unswayed, just the noise of movement and unpacking. She was afraid to bet round. Then the buzzing. She knew that auditory sensation 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 chump me like that."

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

Compared to the earlier pains, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her frock away up her backrest and began a tattoo on her lower back, almost on the top of her butt. The time seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to do it her ass ‘ working this end 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 dungaree just hurt, right across her lower 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 four minute, she had, she knew pissed herself once, no-one had either noticed or cared, she knew she already stank of stale urine so a little more made no remainder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Was busy in shop."Obviously a local

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

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new reaching pulled a small table to alongside Jean face and she watched in close up as he took out scissor grip, a razor and various other point from a case. Moments later he started to cut her hanker sullen hair close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more likely, just didn't guardianship. Methodically he proceeded to cut her hair and then carefully place the shorn locks into a container, obviously prepared in progression. When he had finished he mixed lather and continued by shaving her mind close and then repeated the procedure to ensure that nothing remained.

"Now you beautiful"he mocked. dungaree wanted to cry but was ineffectual to do so.

The barber walked to Jean'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 tenuous stubble beginning to get back now. She just assumed that he would shave her polish again.

She felt a coldness sticky ointment being spread over her lower country, from her anus to above her mons and onto the peak of her thighs either side. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his fingerbreadth inside her holes in a way that made Jean feeling 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 duo of hour and you clean thrash off first or it hurt you as well. It take another few minutes to part working properly."

‘ harm you as well ?'Jean's brain raced. What did he imply. Her psyche raced as this fossil oil yokel pulled up her knock off straits and pushed himself into her sass and throat. He held her either position of her typeface and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's pussy, hard and mysterious. Jean wanted to choke but it didn't shoemaker's last long until she felt him hardening more in her backtalk and he pushed so far down her pharynx that she didn't even have to swallow.

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

"Mrs Devereaux, your voice communication is quite immoderate"his part was still totally unemotional"we have merely made your life sentence a little easier. The solution which my acquaintance used is a very expensive, very unique chemical formula, it simply means that you will never grow any hairsbreadth in the region again, it has merely burnt away all hair's-breadth follicles. You no longer have to plane and are now nicely smooth at all fourth dimension. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its meter. strip her up and Gospel According to John, you can do the side by side tattoo now."

Jean was held by fear as she felt the tattooist start work again but this time on the back of her head. 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 fagged, 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 Sami fastening as before.

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

Ring ? RING ? now what were they going to do but dungaree already felt that her body had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him pulling at her clitoris punk and pierce it with a acerate leaf. The pain was little more than that from and injectant but when he added what was obviously the"ring"she could sense its exercising weight even though she was lying down.

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

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

One of the men proceeded to feed denim gelt opus by small-arm until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink in sort out cold water. 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 pressure, and she no longer made any try to balk her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Prague, the 30th.

The postdate morning was the same as the day before. The men, the notice 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 maintenance, twenty, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to have intercourse a bare, fully shaven Englishwoman.

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

"OK. Lift her up."

The card players released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her legs simply wouldn't support her and two of the men had to pick her up and concur her under her armpit. Her wrists were cuffed together and coat of arms were pulled above her head and the cuffs fastened to a pulley-block. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her caput hung and she couldn't even summon the willpower to see up as they took the tumble defiled cadaver of her dress from her and, for the number one time, she was actually naked except for the lacerate 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 vocalisation was plaintive, pitiable and teardrop flowed freely.

"That is very elementary Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to get a line you belly laugh and see you bleed. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw descent, and maybe a minuscule longsighted and then delight your versatile yap again."He turned to the others"Begin"

blue jean heard the fracture of a party whip and turned to see one of the men with a prospicient bullwhip to on e side of her, she looked to the early and saw a minute. She screamed as the first C hit and she screamed throughout the whipping. two dozen blows from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the simple Scripture"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a sidesplitter from her despite the unceasing use that hole had received. The others also took their turns in raping her while she hung lost including, for the first meter, two of the men entering her figurehead and back simultaneously. She could almost receive enjoyed that feeling under former circumstances, so full and so utterly used and helpless.

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



Chapter 4 : Prague, the 1st.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the same room and the same painful, restrictive bondage, but she was quick, she was comfortable even if every parting of her body hurt like hell. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel way. Her first thought said it had been a nightmare but the pain in the ass in her body said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the can to look in the mirror, the spate that greeted her made her almost collapse in horror and she slapped her mitt across her mouth to stifle a scream. Her head was, as she had expected, totally bald-headed, across the forepart, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"lady of pleasure"in pitch blackness varsity letter maybe and inch and a half high. Her mamilla had an esthetic scroll pattern tattooed around the exterior of each aura. The Word ravishment MY snatch ran across her mons pubis and a lumbering gold ring, almost an column inch in diameter pierced her cowling. She span around in ordering to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her lower back and"CUM trollop"across the back of her head. Her buttocks were almost dim with bruising from the cane and her totally body from neck to knees showed the sign of the zodiac of the whipping she had received, with modest lines of blood where the cutis had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its smoothness but then felt fresh cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her back had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the same but was horrified and more than a little arouse to bump that it opened easily at her touch,"like that of a cheap prostitute"she thought as she winced at the pain in the neck as the tip of her finger slipped inside.

The police, I must phone the constabulary. And tell them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she want to bear up in courtroom and go through the details ? Would she want everyone knowing the scratch she carried. She stumbled back to the bedroom and only then saw the envelope upon the mesa and the two packets alongside, one somewhat big than the other.

She almost collapsed on the bed from debilitation and thirst as she tore open the letter.

Dear Mrs Devereaux

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

I will contact you again upon your return to London but in the meanwhile I would suggest that you keep the moving-picture show in the enclosed packet in a rubber plaza. I have enclosed record of the fully menstruum together with edited copies with the quieter meter taken out to concentrate on the more interest episodes. Your sentinel and jewelry is also enclosed.

I have taken the liberty of having your own haircloth made up into a wig which you will bump in the second piece of ground accompanying this alphabetic character. Your own pilus will, of course, uprise back to cover the more obvious, and publicly visible, brand of your experience, unless you choose to keep your head teacher shaven naturally.

The hairlessness of your more private areas is perm and I am guessing that you will not care to display those cross very often. They could be removed with cosmetic surgery should you wish, although I think you would fit in that such an action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

Jesse James Ian Smith




Chapter 5 : PS, London

Jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his ally, on only a one occasion, in Greater London and arranged by James I Smith of course. She had never enjoyed sex so a great deal in her liveliness, her foreland tattoos were, at that time, just still visible beneath her returning hair and she fully lived up to their boasts. She also decided that she really did enjoy treble penetration and even triplet 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 nous up about it, and they did expect it of her.

Jean joined a second gym and, just occasionally, would wander into the Sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the decently style of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some matter to comments and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventurous'friends with which to spend the evening.

She was both more slacken and less tolerant in the office now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, individual life and when one of her early partner confessed in a drunken clip after a particularly successful and lucrative contract had come in that she had a fantasy about being kidnapped and raped, blue jean had little reluctance in passing over a certain St. James David Roland Smith's business card"Let me experience how you get on, I might even be persuaded to bring together you."She slipped her hand across her permanently still Mons and felt a frisant of inflammation as she touched the gold tintinnabulation and felt where she knew the tattoo was .