Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : Introduction, London, the 25th

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

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

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

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

"By courier within the hour 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 further correspondence until afterwards. I will be in Prague on the 28th, I will be concluding my business the like day and then staying on for several more and I should be back in Jack London on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally insure my minor experimental condition, including that you will experience suitable shelter present whenever needed, then I do not want to bed anything else. Is that all clear ?"

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

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

Less than an hour later the contracts were in Jean Devereux's custody. She had her PA hold the messenger while she signed them and slipped a large brownness envelope inside the package before returning it to the courier for delivery back.

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

At xxxvii Jean Devereaux was one of the high-pitched paid incarnate attorney in the urban center. Renowned as being cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Prague trip was to finalize one of the heavy lot in the City at the instant. The business would be over by the end of the first day but she had planned to stay on for a few solar day after as well. The thought process of blue jean Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a couple of the juniors in the agency had been heard to remark,"…even the Earth's figure one ball-buster has to take a break eventually ”, and it had been four yr since anyone had seen her have any sort of private spirit at all.




Chapter 2 : Prague, the evening of the 28th

By mid afternoon of the 28th everything had gone exactly as planned, everything was signed and witnessed and everything had been collected to get hold of back to British capital by special courier. Jean Devereaux was back in her five star hotel way by 4:00pm and spent the next three hours being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Prague's most expensive and prestigious restaurant. She usually turned question when she simply walked in the room but tonight, after what she had just earnt in fees, she intended to outshine any early female in the metropolis.

The restaurant was some 30 minutes outside the City and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the upshot as she walked across the hotel entrance hall was electric car, eminent bounder and a yearn black eventide dress split up to the second joint, minimal jewelry, just a small baseball field choker and discrete diamond earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still uneasy about what she had planned for later in the break.

twenty dollar bill instant later the car was speeding along through forest. blue jean Devereaux lazed in the backbone, when suddenly the car veered to the side of the road and before she could respond both door opened and two men jumped in. bare moments later, before she could say anything a knife was at her throat and a blindfold was over her eyes.

In terror 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 find the full point of the knife not quite breaking the skin but was terrified that a gibbosity on the road would stand out it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt like hour until she felt the car slowing and heard the Sur on crushed rock. The car came to a stay and she heard the door open, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her heels and still ineffective to see. The tongue had gone from her pharynx but she knew it was not far away. She was one-half pushed, one-half pulled for a few feet and then felt the warmth as she passed through a doorway. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a hard wooden floor and instinctively curled to foetal position, no-one had spoken to her but her idea ran to how very much ransom money 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 memory access to her assets.

Hands dragged her to her articulatio genus and for the first clip she dared to verbalise"What, what do you need ?"

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

Jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling billet, sitting back on her dog and upright. Her hired man were pulled out to the sides and she felt manacle attached to her wrists and secured to keep her blazon bed cover wide. soul removed her watch and made an appreciative murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to piss herself in fear as her articulatio talocruralis were forced apart and she felt cuffs fastened to them. She flexed her pegleg buts couldn't motivate her mortise joint either way, they had been connected with some kind of unanimous bar keeping them about two pes apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her chief allowing her to see for the commencement meter since all this had begun. As she blinked to bring everything into focus she took in that she was in a heavy room furnished only with sofas but on which lounged perhaps a dozen or more than men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in jean and a vest, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a crispy English accent"Well I guess that you will be deserving at to the lowest degree a million, we'll have to see. The fillip with mass 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 deliver some fun first."

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

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

The wooing walked around behind her and she looked over her articulatio humeri to see him kneel between her bedspread mortise joint. He tugged at her dress until it came out from under her knees and he could raise it over her hips. She blushed, she had not worn underclothing because it spoilt the lineage of the dress, now she regretted her vanity.

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

She felt manpower contribution her buttock and knew he was going to rape her. As she heard the zip and felt his severeness touch her shapely cheek she involuntarily wept a entreaty for saving"Oh my gods no, please. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her ramification and probed her dry twat, she heard the suit spittle, and then spit again but this fourth dimension his fingerbreadth smeared the hot sticky saliva around her anus.

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

"Hey guys. I'm going to burst a virgin asshole"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his workforce on her waist and his asshole jab at her tight gob. She clamped up as tight as she could as he thrust again, but for a here and now only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust hard and tore his way inside. The pain was beyond anything she could ever receive imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a whole mob watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His hands held her mingy and her bondage prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the nuisance increased until she felt him 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 hand drag her hair to storm her caput backwards, as her sass opened to moan at the sudden botheration she felt his tractor trailer punishing dent pushed into her oral fissure and wanted to retch at the taste of her own red cent and the bare thought of it,

Suddenly the knife was back at her throat."fair it nicely or I will slice you open like a bag of meat."The voice was muted and deadly threatening. 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 patsy her, she has to await presentable when we give her back. And Mrs Devereaux you had better promise that your attorney pay up fast. I don't think you want to stay here overlong do you ?"

dungaree Devereaux fell forward as far as her thraldom would allow her and for a inadequate while no-one touched her or radius to her, all she could hear was a low-level arguing amongst the men.

Eventually they must birth come to a decision because she watched four of them walk to her and secrete her wrists. Her inherent aptitude was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her ankles. Nonetheless she tried to fight 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 venter 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 side 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 facing pages legs and, without warning simply kicked her twat. The scream was gaudy 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 and made no resistance, indeed was unequal to of any resistivity, as she was dragged onto her abdomen lying along a narrow bench-like affaire. Her head fell forwards over one end and her wooden leg hung off the other, just touching the base. Her radiocarpal joint and ankles were fastened to rings in the floor just outside of the nail down terrace's four legs. The whole stead was incredibly painful, even the terrace distress because it was both too contract and too short to brook her properly and her breasts had been pulled free of her attire and hang down either side with the bench crushing the quad 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 upcoming gang rapine, and when it came it seemed interminable.

Her garb was pulled up and gathered in a bundle about her waist as the low gear man forced his way into her dry cunt and fucked her severely, every drive pushed her hips into the bench's sharp edges causing More pain. She was determined not to do a sound and fall in them that pleasance. The start violation didn't lowest farsighted and she felt the hot cum pelage her insides but no sooner had he finished than a secondment man invaded her and at the Lapplander time someone pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her mouth to breath it was invaded by a filthy tasting erection. She could smack the dirt and diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her rima oris in time with the man in her cunt.

Her first instinct was to prick but she felt a painful clamp on her ear and an American English accented vocalisation whisper stopping point to her."That's the bit of a pair of plyer. If my protagonist here, or anyone else so much as spirit your teeth I promise you that I will pull them out one at a clock time and enjoy your thigh-slapper as I do so ”. The voice was calm and so cold, it terrified her and not for an blink of an eye did she doubt the threat.

The man in her bitch seemed to be taking forever but the one in her rima oris pushed forward almost into her pharynx and photograph his cum deep into her. She swallowed as much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly time to draw breath before someone else was in her mouth and then she felt the cum in her bitch again and another changeover there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her buttocks and then, suddenly, forcing two finger's breadth up her anus, a move 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 mouth and another forcing his way into her cunt, but this one was Brobdingnagian and she would have 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 cruddy 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 oral fissure this clip and she had only the hugeness in her twat moving slowly, deliberately in and out. Then he stopped and withdrew, she hadn't felt his cum but thought that maybe she was getting desensitised to it. Then she felt a drip mold onto her ass and heard him expectoration. She screamed out and begged him before he had even started, there was just laughter as she felt her ass face pulled apart and a hardness against her wrinkled anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was ineffectual to force his way in. Then a fingerbreadth invaded followed by a second and a third and a fourth 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 screech and pleas went unheeded as he pushed his prick against his fingers and then released her sphincter at the same time as he thrust forward.

In her whole living 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 blanket she had been stretched to accommodate him. She wept as he fucked her hard and then harder, each stab in or pull back causing excruciating pain in the neck and dragging from her the occasional scream. The ravishment went on forever with raucous comments in both English people and, what she guessed, was the topical anaesthetic Czech. Eventually the man's piece of ass started to speed up and he forced deeper with each knife thrust and she heard him cry an orgasm as he pumped cum into her dark hole for what seemed like forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with someone in her mouth as well and sometimes he could smack herself and would know that this man had used her pussy and or ass beforehand. How farsighted it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to hear her screaming they left her lip abandon while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her soundbox. The pliers she had felt earlier were closed on one of her nipples and then pulled while the American English fucked her in the ass and someone stuck either pins or the power point of a knife a couple of clock time into her ass cheeks while he used her cunt. But eventually the frequency of her use began to facilitate off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in agony along the bench.

dungaree Devereaux could feel cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping subject as she could feel the coldness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her second joint. Her mouth and lips were also bruised and her jaw hurt from being held give for so long, the stickiness had dried on her face and was itching, and she could smell the cum in her hair from where some of the men had simply pulled out and shot themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could hear some men still in the elbow room but, from the sounds, far to a lesser extent than the early numbers.

"Let's cane the squawk !"It was an English language dialect, educated, refined and he was excited about his idea. The mutters of obvious approval 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 squall and see you bleed. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His vox 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 tangency, and then the Lapplander 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 behind.

Again it hit her and she lifted her chief, tried to pull away from the painful sensation, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the early English. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the blows hit her in complete timing, two men, one on each side. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her voice was hoarse from screams and her tears simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the first clip she had felt pain as hired man had roamed over her bruised buttocks, the sec sentence was simply so that two men could use her cunt, obviously excited by her ordeal. Eventually the torment stopped and all she could find was a burning heat from her buttocks and amphetamine second joint, even when somebody moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could feel was the pain of the contact, her anus simply opened to its abuser like a flower, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could boom nipples to the bench ?"A foreign accent

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

"Why not simply slice off nipples in that case. I have knife. Or even totally breast ?"

"Hmm, now that I will recall of, but tomorrow, for now if no-one else wants her then I'm going to have a weewee and ring 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 agreement and Jean felt a hand stroke a part of her hair and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

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

She felt him abuse back and then a strong liquid spraying onto her read/write head and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in disgrace and mortification. When he had finished he made her drink the live on drop-off from him and walked back past her pull off her blindfold as her did so.

She looked around to see a lowly group of five men putting on their coating and starting to bequeath. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply bring her some conformation of retribution.

The light was turned off and the lightlessness was full. Jean Devereaux sobbed in pain and terror and at the tactual sensation of add together helplessness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Praha, the 29th.

Jean had no idea how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a volley of light as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely care manual laborer. She had no idea how long she had slept but caught a glimpse of daylight through the afford door as the last one entered. All walked directly across the room and she suddenly remembered that her twat and ass were exposed behind her and that she must ingest looked like the cheapest whore on the streets.

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

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

She felt a hardness against her bruised snatch sass and was penetrated. The fucking was brutish but mercifully short. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their turn of events. Her articulatio radiocarpea hurt and her ankles hurt and her breadbasket harm and she was being crew raped again. The first man ceded his place to the secondly and then to the third, the fourthly, the twenty percent used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced give the dry hole which had closed up and stroked her give the sack 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 rapists left and gave him their thanks.

"trade good morning Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered couch a few feet to the side of her"We have sent a message to your spouse in Greater London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do desire they do not respond too fast because I have a number of interested parties who wish to see you over the succeeding few days.

"You can't. You can't go along 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 nutritionary I understand ”, he laughed,"but I guess that you would like a drink ?"

Although she hadn't opinion of it before she now realised just how athirst she was, she was hungry too but far more she was athirst. She saw him give a signal to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a dirty field glass from a shelf and put a wheat into it from a parcel that was alongside. She then looked in repugnance as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to piss into the glass, he nearly filled the whole pint glass and then stuck it under her face with the straw within reach. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her foreland away.

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

"shtup off you sick bastard."

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

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her teeth and the pain banquet through her when he pulled apart her give the axe buttocks. Without preparation and with only the cum of her earlier rapist to allay himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to pee no further phone. 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 take care 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 unit incubus reminded her of her complete want of hope.

The three then pulled a table to within some six metrical unit of her, found some chairperson from somewhere and pulled out a large number of notice. The Englishman sat quietly while his two Comrade carried in three crateful and then returned with a one-quarter man and more than beer.

They dealt the visiting card and each opened a can of beer, the Englishman poured his into a vitreous silica Methedrine that had come with one of the crateful. The fourth man didn't sit just uttered the word"Sir"in a local idiom and thumbed at Jean.

"I guess but make it immediate"

denim had become just a opus of meat to be fucked as a prelude to a secret plan of card and she soon received the one-sixth loading of cum in her vagina in the suddenly clip since she had been awoken. He returned, took his hand of cards and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the next hr diverse 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 incursion caused pain and uncomfortableness, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate attempt to cause her pain and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often more. One man, in barely accentuate American English told her that he had managed to get two fingers and himself up her ass as she screamed at the pain of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between hands to use her and as time wore on blue jean lost count of how many men had come and gone and how many meter she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the various fuckings unless they were spectacularly brute and by evening, as she judged it by the differing Inner Light when the door opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a potable at one point and, despite wanting to throw up at the simple thought process, had drunk the now-cold water with smack and after, another encumbrance of piss straight from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a solitary man came in pulling a large metallic element cart. She watched the Englishman mark his scout."VII on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

"Yup. About two to three hours. Normally I would indicate several Roger Sessions but in these extra showcase where the whore is of no concern…"

jean's Bob Hope at his comments disappeared. When she first heard his accent she had believed he might facilitate her, his attitude and word of honor stressed she should think again on that one.

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

"And ?"

"Okay."

jean gritted her teeth again wondering what this new torment was to be but for perhaps five minute of arc she was unswayed, just the disturbance of movement and unpacking. She was afraid to expect 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 brand me like that."

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

Compared to the earlier infliction, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her attire away up her back and began a tattoo on her scummy spine, 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 last was just too much'he explained, as much to her as to the Englishman, but apart from that continued, not even taking a beer ‘ might interfere with the work'he had said.

Eventually he finished and Jean just hurt, aright 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 60 minutes, she had, she knew pissed herself once, no-one had either noticed or cared, she knew she already stank of dusty water so a little more than made no difference.

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

"Of course but we are waiting for that damned barber and then you can polish off the back. 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 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 zippo but shame and awe. He took his time but eventually shot cryptic inside her. She said nothing and just allowed the revilement now, it had become commonplace.

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

"Was busy in shop."Obviously a local anaesthetic

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

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new arrival pulled a small mesa to alongside blue jean face and she watched in close up as he took out scissors hold, a razor and various other items from a pillowcase. Moments later he started to cut her farseeing dark haircloth 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 fuzz 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 procedure to secure that aught remained.

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

The Barber walked to Jean's slit area and she heard him unscrew a cap, she was always shaven, she always felt it more hygienical somehow, but she knew that there must be a slight stubble beginning to grow back now. She just assumed that he would shave her legato again.

She felt a cold sticky cream being spread head over her modest surface area, from her anus to above her mons and onto the tops of her thighs either side. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his digit inside her holes in a way that made denim smell ashamed. The whole procedure though took only a few transactions. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no piece of ass other cakehole for couple of hours and you clean clobber off first of all or it hurt you as well. It direct another few minutes to start working properly."

‘ Hurt you as well ?'Jean's mind raced. What did he entail. Her judgement raced as this oil yokel pulled up her shaven head and pushed himself into her lip and throat. He held her either face of her cheek and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's puss, hard and deep. Jean wanted to choke but it didn't cobbler's last long until she felt him hardening more in her sassing and he pushed so far down her throat that she didn't even have to swallow.

He pulled back and still Jean could feel nothing but a gruntle 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 mortal had a blowtorch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to stop. The burning seemed to go on forever but eventually the hotness died away and she screamed at everyone and no-one"Now what have you bastards done to me ?"

"Mrs Devereaux, your spoken language is quite immoderate"his voice was still totally unemotional"we have merely made your life a little easier. The answer which my friend used is a very expensive, very unique formula, it simply means that you will never grow any haircloth in the region again, it has merely burnt away all hair follicles. You no longer have to shave and are now nicely smooth at all clock time. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its fourth dimension. Clean her up and lavatory, you can do the next tattoo now."

Jean was held by fear as she felt the tattooist start work again but this time on the backbone of her heading. Amazingly it didn't damage as a great deal but no-one worry anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too exhausted, hungry and thirsty to resist now and she was refastened on her backrest with her leg in the air, overt all-encompassing in a salacious ‘ V ’, and her arms repositioned backwards onto the Saame attachment as before.

Over the succeeding several time of day 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 position didn't allow for it. He completed his body of work by adding another tattoo just above where her hair should have been on her brow."Just the anchor ring now, God I'm tired"

Ring ? RING ? now what were they going to do but jean already felt that her eubstance had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him pull at her clitoris hood and pierce it with a needle. The pain 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 fertilise blue jean staff of life piece by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to toast pass 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 resistance now, it simply opened to their insistence, and she no longer made any endeavour to resist her debasement.





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

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

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

"Okay. nip and tuck her up."

The calling card musician released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her ramification simply wouldn't support her and two of the men had to find fault her up and hold in her under her armpits. Her wrists were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her head and the cuff fastened to a pulley block. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her brain hung and she couldn't even summon the willpower to bet up as they took the crinkle defiled clay of her dress from her and, for the start time, she was actually naked except for the torn stockings and, she realised incongruently, her high heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you require from me ? What are you going to do ?"Jean's voice was plaintive, pitiful and crying flowed freely.

"That is very simple Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to take heed you shriek and see you hemorrhage. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw ancestry, and maybe a little longer and then savour your assorted holes again."He turned to the others"Begin"

jean heard the tornado of a party whip and turned to see one of the men with a hanker bullwhip to on e incline of her, she looked to the early and saw a second. She screamed as the first blow hit and she screamed throughout the whipstitching. xxiv blows from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the simple password"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a scream from her despite the constant use that muddle had received. The others also took their round in raping her while she hung helpless including, for the start sentence, two of the men entering her straw man and back simultaneously. She could almost have enjoyed that feeling under other setting, so full and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her enough, and she realised that most had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could feel cum running down her legs from her apply hollow, there seemed to be so practically of it. She felt a incisive stab in her go out arm and turned to see the Englishman emptying a syringe into her. She had no clock time to really react before limbo hit her.



Chapter 4 : Praha, the 1st.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the Same room and the same dreadful, restrictive bondage, but she was fond, she was comfortable even if every part of her body damage like hell. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel way. Her first sentiment said it had been a nightmare but the bother in her body said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the privy to look in the mirror, the sight that greeted her made her almost collapse in horror and she slapped her hand across her rima oris to stifle a screech. Her head was, as she had expected, totally bald-pated, across the front, just above the hairline, was tattooed the intelligence"cyprian"in blackened letters maybe and inch and a one-half high-pitched. Her pap had an artistic scroll radiation pattern tattooed around the outside of each halo. The words colza MY twat ran across her Mons and a lumbering gold mob, almost an inch in diameter pierced her hood. She span around in order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her lower back and"CUM jade"across the back of her forefront. Her buttocks were almost pitch-dark with bruising from the cane and her unit organic structure from neck to knees showed the signs of the whipping she had received, with lowly telephone circuit of blood where the peel had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its smoothness but then felt fresh cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her dorsum had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the same but was horrified and to a greater extent than a little excited to recover that it opened easily at her touch,"like that of a cheap whore"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her digit slipped inside.

The police, I must phone the law. And differentiate them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she want to stand up in court and go through the details ? Would she want everyone knowing the marks she carried. She stumbled back to the bedroom and only then saw the gasbag upon the board and the two packets alongside, one somewhat larger than the other.

She almost collapsed on the bed from exhaustion and hungriness as she tore clear the letter.

Dear Mrs Devereaux

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

I will contact you again upon your payoff to Jack London but in the meantime I would intimate that you keep the film in the inclose packet in a safe place. I have enclosed discs of the wax period together with redact transcript with the quieter sentence taken out to concentrate on the more interesting episode. Your sentinel and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the liberty of having your own hair made up into a wig which you will find in the second gear packet accompanying this letter. Your own hair's-breadth will, of course, get back to insure the more obvious, and publicly visible, marks of your experience, unless you choose to keep open your head shaven naturally.

The epilation of your more secret expanse is permanent and I am guessing that you will not bid to display those marks very often. They could be removed with cosmetic surgery should you wish, although I think you would agree that such an legal action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James Smith




Chapter 5 : addendum, London

Jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his friends, on only a 1 occasion, in Greater London and arranged by James Smith of course of instruction. She had never enjoyed sex so much in her life sentence, her school principal 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 love replicate penetration and even triple penetration. She still wasn't sure about the gustatory modality of piss, though she decided she might as well salute the gang's anyway while she was making her mind up about it, and they did expect it of her.

Jean joined a indorse gym and, just occasionally, would drift into the sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the in good order dash of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some concern comments and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventurous'friends with which to drop the evening.

She was both more decompress and less broad in the bureau now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, private sprightliness and when one of her other mate 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 James Ian Smith's business card"Let me cognise how you get on, I might even be persuaded to unite you."She slipped her paw across her permanently unruffled Mons and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the gold ring and felt where she knew the tattoo was .