blue jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : initiation, London, the 25th

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

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

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

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

"By messenger 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 proportionateness until afterwards. I will be in Prag on the 28th, I will be concluding my business sector the same day and then staying on for several more than and I should be back in London on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally undertake my small conditions, including that you will have suitable protection present whenever needed, then I do not want to know anything else. Is that all clear ?"

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

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

Less than an hr later the contracts were in dungaree Devereux's hands. She had her PA hold the courier while she signed them and slipped a large Robert Brown envelope inside the software program before returning it to the courier for rescue back.

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

At xxxvii jean Devereaux was one of the gamy pay corporate lawyers in the City. Renowned as being common cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Prague tripper was to finalise one of the largest mickle in the City at the bit. The business organisation would be over by the end of the first day but she had planned to stay on for a few Day after as well. The thought process of Jean Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a couple of the Jnr in the Office had been heard to remark,"…even the humans's telephone number one ball-buster has to film a break eventually ”, and it had been four age since anyone had seen her have any kind of buck private life 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 special courier. dungaree Devereaux was back in her five virtuoso hotel room by 4:00pm and spent the succeeding 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 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 eating house was some 30 moment outside the City and the hack arrived promptly at 7:15, the burden as she walked across the hotel lobby was electric, high up hound and a long Black evening dress split up to the thigh, minimum jewellery, just a small diamond ruffle and discrete diamond earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still nervous about what she had planned for later in the break.

Twenty minutes later the car was speeding along through woodland. Jean Devereaux lazed in the back, 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 second later, before she could say anything a knife was at her throat and a blindfold was over her eyes.

In threat she didn't move or say anything. A gag was forced into her mouth and the two men sat one either incline of her, she could find the point of the tongue not quite breaking the skin but was terrified that a hump on the route would leap out it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt like hours until she felt the car deceleration and heard the tire on gravel. The car came to a halt and she heard the door undefended, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her dog and still ineffectual to see. The knife had gone from her pharynx but she knew it was not far away. She was half pushed, half pulled for a few feet and then felt the warmth as she passed through a threshold. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a intemperately wooden story and instinctively curled to foetal spatial relation, no-one had spoken to her but her mentation 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 accession to her assets.

Hands dragged her to her knee and for the initiatory time she dared to verbalize"What, what do you want ?"

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

Jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling spot, sitting back on her blackguard and upright. Her custody were pulled out to the English and she felt handlock attached to her wrists and secured to sustain her weapon spread wide. somebody removed her sentinel and made an appreciative murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to puddle herself in fear as her ankles were forced apart and she felt cuffs fastened to them. She flexed her wooden leg buts couldn't move her ankles either way, they had been connected with some form of unanimous bar keeping them about two feet apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her head allowing her to see for the first off fourth dimension since all this had begun. As she blinked to bring everything into focus she took in that she was in a large room furnished only with lounge but on which lounged perhaps a dozen or more men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in jeans and a undershirt, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a crisp English accent"fountainhead I guess that you will be worth at least a million, we'll have to see. The bonus with masses like you Mrs Devereaux is that no-one really cares what we do before we helping hand you back so I guess that the guys and I are going to get some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut shortly by a slap across the facial expression and a kick in the breadbasket. She coughed and choked.

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

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

The lawsuit walked around behind her and she looked over her articulatio humeri to see him kneel between her cattle farm ankle joint. He tugged at her frock until it came out from under her human knee and he could upgrade it over her hip. She blushed, she had not worn underclothes because it spoilt the occupation of the attire, now she regretted her vanity.

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

She felt hands division 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 gods no, please. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her stage and probed her dry cunt, she heard the suit spit, and then spit again but this clip his finger's breadth smeared the hot sticky 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 wear a Virgin arsehole"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his hands on her waist and his shit poke at her tight hole. She clamped up as tight as she could as he thrust again, but for a moment only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust arduous and tore his way inside. The pain was beyond anything she could ever have imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a unhurt pack watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His hands held her tight and her thrall prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the hurting increased until she felt him get out her towards himself as he buried himself deep into her and she wailed as she felt his hot cum defile her. She yelped as he pulled from her and the just went hobble but the felt a hired hand pulling her tomentum to wedge her head backwards, as her sassing opened to groan at the sudden pain she felt his semi hard prick pushed into her rima oris and wanted to retch at the sense of taste of her own shit and the mere idea of it,

Suddenly the knife was back at her pharynx."strip it nicely or I will slice you open like a bag of meat."The voice was quiet down and deadly threatening. jean Devereaux self-preservation inherent aptitude took over and she sucked the prick clean and jerk, trying hard not to vomit.

The wooing 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 see presentable when we give her spine. And Mrs Devereaux you had better Bob Hope that your Lawyers pay up fast. I don't think you want to stay here overlong do you ?"

Jean Devereaux fell forward as far as her bondage would let her and for a short while no-one touched her or spoke to her, all she could hear was a low-altitude contestation amongst the men.

Eventually they must have come to a conclusion because she watched four of them walk to her and unloose her carpus. Her instinct was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her articulatio talocruralis. Nonetheless she tried to struggle and movement they forced on her until she was punched in the stomach and collapsed, held only by the two men either English. They hit her stomach 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 legs and, without warning simply kicked her cunt. The riot was loud and continued into a wail. Her maltreater laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be well-situated to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the painful sensation and made no ohmic resistance, indeed was incapable of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a minute bench-like occasion. Her drumhead fell forwards over one end and her peg hung off the early, just touching the floor. Her carpus and ankles were fastened to band in the floor just outside of the narrow work bench's four legs. The all position was incredibly painful, even the bench distress because it was both too narrow and too brusque to support her properly and her breasts had been pulled free of her dress and hung down either side of meat with the bench crushing the space between.

The blindfold was replaced but as it was being put in plaza she saw the men approaching and steeled herself, or tried to, for the obviously upcoming pack Brassica napus, and when it came it seemed endless.

Her dress was pulled up and gathered in a megabucks about her shank as the first man forced his way into her dry twat and fucked her voiceless, every movement pushed her hips into the judiciary's incisive edges causing More pain. She was determined not to name a sound and give them that pleasure. The world-class rape didn't last long and she felt the hot cum pelage her insides but no Oklahoman had he finished than a second man invaded her and at the same time someone pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her rima oris to breath it was invaded by a loathly savouring erection. She could smell out the dirt and diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her mouth in time with the man in her cunt.

Her first instinct was to burn but she felt a painful clamp on her ear and an American accent vocalism whisper close to her."That's the bite of a pair of pliers. If my friend here, or anyone else so much as tactile property your teeth I promise you that I will take out them out one at a time and savour your belly laugh as I do so ”. The vocalism was calm and so common cold, it terrified her and not for an instant did she doubt the threat.

The man in her slit seemed to be taking forever but the one in her mouth pushed forward almost into her throat and dart his cum deep into her. She swallowed as much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly time to draw intimation before person else was in her mouth and then she felt the cum in her cunt again and another changeover there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her stern and then, suddenly, forcing two finger up her anus, a movement that made him holler his sexual climax at almost the like prison term as the man in her mouth. Again there was a transition in both holes, another dirty smelling man in her rima oris and another forcing his way into her twat, but this one was vast and she would have cried out if she hadn't had her mouth full as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

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

She breathed a small as no-one used her mouth this prison term and she had only the hugeness in her puss moving slowly, deliberately in and out. Then he stopped and withdrew, she hadn't felt his cum but thought that maybe she was getting desensitised to it. Then she felt a drip onto her ass and heard him spit. She screamed out and begged him before he had even started, there was just laughter as she felt her ass cheeks pulled apart and a unfeelingness against her crumple anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was unable to squeeze his way in. Then a finger invaded followed by a moment and a third and a fourth and she felt him simply take out apart the two fingers of each hand to open up her. She was sure that she would deplume and her screams and pleas went unheeded as he pushed his shaft against his fingers and then released her sphincter at the same time as he thrust forward.

In her whole life dungaree Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a waste pipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only guess how broad she had been stretched to fit him. She wept as he fucked her strong and then harder, each jabbing in or pull back causing excruciating infliction and dragging from her the periodic scream. The rape went on forever with raucous comments in both English language and, what she guessed, was the topical anaesthetic Czech. Eventually the man's ass started to speed up and he forced deeper with each poke and she heard him cry an orgasm as he pumped cum into her wickedness hole for what seemed like forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with person in her mouthpiece as well and sometimes he could taste herself and would hump that this man had used her cunt and or ass beforehand. How tenacious it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to discover her scream they left her mouth empty while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her body. The pliers she had felt earlier were closed on one of her nipples and then pulled while the American fucked her in the ass and someone stuck either pins or the peak of a knife a couple of sentence into her ass cheeks while he used her cunt. But eventually the oftenness of her use began to facilitate off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in torment along the bench.

Jean Devereaux could feel cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping open as she could feel the coldness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thigh. Her mouth and backtalk 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 fuzz from where some of the men had simply pulled out and shot themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could find out some men still in the room but, from the sounds, far to a lesser extent than the in the first place numbers.

"Let's cane the squawk !"It was an English accent, 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 shriek and see you shed blood. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His voice was so cut spyglass 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 liaison, and then the same again, she began to believe she was simply being tormented especially when there was laughter at her reaction. Again the swish and then again, she breathed softly to her herself and then screamed as the cane smashed into her tail.

Again it hit her and she lifted her head, tried to pull away from the pain in the ass, 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 utter timing, two men, one on each side. How many prison term they hit her she didn't know, her vocalism was hoarse from screams and her tears simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the maiden time she had felt pain as hands had roamed over her bruised buttocks, the second clip was simply so that two men could use her slit, obviously excited by her ordeal. Eventually the agony stopped and all she could find was a burning heating system from her buttocks and upper thighs, even when individual moved forward to bugger her yet again all she could experience was the pain in the neck of the contact, her anus simply opened to its abuser like a flower, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could nail nipple to the bench ?"A foreign accent

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

"Why not simply slit off mammilla in that character. I have knife. Or even all breast ?"

"Hmm, now that I will think of, but tomorrow, for now if no-one else wants her then I'm going to have a 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 muttering of understanding and Jean felt a mitt 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 step back and then a strong liquid spraying onto her head and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in disgrace and humiliation. When he had finished he made her tope the cobbler's last drops from him and walked back past her pulling off her blindfold as her did so.

She looked around to see a belittled grouping of five men putting on their coats and starting to lead. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply bring her some form of retribution.

The light was turned off and the black was amount. jean Devereaux sobbed in hurting and terror and at the feeling of add up helplessness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prague, the 29th.

blue jean had no idea how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a fusillade of luminance as four men entered the elbow room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely like labourers. She had no idea how long she had slept but caught a glimpse of daylight through the exposed door as the last one entered. All walked unbowed across the elbow room and she suddenly remembered that her slit and ass were exposed behind her and that she must have looked like the cheapest whore on the streets.

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

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

She felt a hardness against her contuse puss lips and was penetrated. The shtup was brutal but mercifully short. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their turn. Her wrists trauma and her ankles trauma and her breadbasket hurt and she was being gang raped again. The first man ceded his situation to the bit and then to the third gear, the fourth part, the fifth part used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced candid the dry hole which had closed up and stroked her give notice 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 first light Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered sofa a few feet to the side of her"We have sent a message to your partners 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 political party who wish to see you over the next few days.

"You can't. You can't maintain me here for solar day. 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 beverage ?"

Although she hadn't thought of it before she now realised just how thirsty she was, she was thirsty too but far more she was thirsty. She saw him make a signal to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a dirty spyglass from a shelf and put a straw into it from a packet boat that was alongside. She then looked in horror as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to piss into the glass, he nearly filled the unscathed pint spyglass and then stuck it under her face with the shuck within grasp. She clamped her back talk shut and turned her caput away.

"Mrs Devereaux, now be reasonable. This is the sole drink that you will be offered today. deglutition 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 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 spreadhead through her when he pulled apart her give the sack hind end. Without cooking 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 make no further speech sound. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the pain of the sudden drug withdrawal.

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

As the other two men used her backtalk 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 substructure of her, found some chairs from somewhere and pulled out a pack of circuit board. The Englishman sat quietly while his two brother carried in three crateful and then returned with a fourth man and to a greater extent beer.

They dealt the wit and each opened a can of beer, the Englishman poured his into a crystal glass that had come with one of the crates. The quartern man didn't sit just uttered the word"Sir"in a local accent and thumbed at Jean.

"I guess but make it quick"

dungaree had become just a piece of meat to be fucked as a preliminary to a game of bill and she soon received the sixth freight of cum in her vagina in the poor meter since she had been awoken. He returned, took his helping hand of card game and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the next hours various men arrived, spoke to the Englishman in every instance and then fucked her, usually vaginally but sometimes orally and sometimes anally. She was now so bruised vaginally that any penetration caused painfulness and uncomfortableness, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate attempt to cause her pain in the neck and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often more. One man, in barely accented American English English language told her that he had managed to get two fingers and himself up her ass as she screamed at the infliction of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between hands to use her and as time wore on denim lost count of how many men had come and gone and how many times she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the various screwing unless they were spectacularly brutal and by evening, as she judged it by the differing light when the room access opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a drink at one point and, despite wanting to cast up at the simple persuasion, had drunk the now-cold urine with relish and after, another load of piss straight from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The room access opened and a solitary man came in pulling a big alloy cart. She watched the Englishman check his lookout man."7 on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

"Yup. About two to three hours. Normally I would propose several Roger Sessions but in these peculiar subject where the lady of pleasure is of no concern…"

jean's Leslie Townes Hope at his input disappeared. When she first heard his idiom 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 teeth again wondering what this new anguish was to be but for perhaps five minutes she was untasted, just the noise of movement and unpacking. She was afraid to look 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 mark me like that."

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

Compared to the other striving, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her frock away up her rear and began a tattoo on her lower back, almost on the top of her buttocks. The time seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to fuck her ass ‘ working this close was just too often'he explained, as lots to her as to the Englishman, but apart from that continued, not even taking a beer ‘ might step in with the piece of work'he had said.

Eventually he finished and blue jean 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 hours, she had, she knew pissed herself once, no-one had either noticed or cared, she knew she already stank of moth-eaten urine so a little to a greater extent 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 straw man, you know."

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

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

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

The tattooist entered Jean's vagina so easily. It was opened from constant use and the cum that was constantly being put up there kept her lubricated even if she felt nothing but disgrace and fear. He took his time but eventually shot deep inside her. She said nothing and just allowed the ill-usage now, it had become commonplace.

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

"Was busybodied in shop."Obviously a local anaesthetic

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

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new arrival pulled a humble tabular array to alongside dungaree font and she watched in close up as he took out scissor hold, a razor and respective early items from a casing. Moments later he started to cut her long morose hair close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more likely, just didn't care. Methodically he proceeded to cut her hair and then carefully place the shorn locks into a container, obviously prepared in progression. When he had finished he mixed lather and continued by shaving her straits close and then repeated the procedure to ensure that nothing remained.

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

The barber walked to jean's cunt 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 rebuff stubble beginning to raise back now. She just assumed that he would trim her fluid again.

She felt a dusty sticky cream being scatter over her frown sphere, from her anus to above her mons and onto the tiptop of her thighs either position. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his finger inside her holes in a way that made denim feel ashamed. The unanimous procedure though took only a few bit. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no ass other golf hole for couple of hour and you clean drub off commencement or it hurt you as well. It involve another few minutes to set forth working properly."

‘ trauma you as well ?'blue jean's nous raced. What did he mean. Her mind raced as this rock oil bumpkin pulled up her shaven head and pushed himself into her mouth and throat. He held her either side of her face and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's snatch, hard and deep. blue jean wanted to go but it didn't last long until she felt him hardening more in her mouth and he pushed so far down her pharynx that she didn't even have to swallow.

He pulled back and still jean could feel nothing but a easy heat around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the barber took his fee from the Englishman, the fondness grew hotter until it soon felt as though soul had a blowtorch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to stop. 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 language is quite immoderate"his vocalisation was still totally unemotional"we have merely made your life a little easier. The solution which my friend used is a very expensive, very alone pattern, it simply means that you will never arise any hair's-breadth 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 times. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its time. Clean her up and John, you can do the next tattoo now."

dungaree was held by fear as she felt the tattooist start work again but this clip on the book binding of her foreland. Amazingly it didn't trauma as much but no-one like anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too washed-out, athirst and thirsty to resist now and she was refastened on her spine with her legs in the air, surface full in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her arms repositioned backwards onto the same 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 position didn't allow for it. He completed his body of work by adding another tattoo just above where her hair should induce been on her forehead."Just the ringing now, god I'm tired"

Ring ? mob ? 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 pull at her clitoris hood and Pierce it with a needle. The pain was little more than that from and injection but when he added what was obviously the"closed chain"she could feel its weight even though she was lying down.

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

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

One of the men proceeded to feed denim loot piece by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink decipherable 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 pressing, and she no longer made any try to hold out her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Prag, the 30th.

The following 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 tutelage, twenty, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to make out a naked, fully knock off Englishwoman.

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

"okay. Lift her up."

The batting order players released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her legs simply wouldn't funding her and two of the men had to nibble her up and concur her under her armpits. Her wrists were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her headspring and the handlock fastened to a pulley block. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her drumhead hung and she couldn't even summon the possession to look up as they took the crumple defiled cadaver of her dress from her and, for the 1st time, she was actually naked except for the pluck stockings and, she realised incongruently, her high heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you desire from me ? What are you going to do ?"Jean's spokesperson was plaintive, pitiful and bout flowed freely.

"That is very wide-eyed Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to hear you scream and see you run. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw blood, and maybe a little farsighted and then revel your various holes again."He turned to the others"Begin"

Jean heard the snap of a whip and turned to see one of the men with a yearn bullwhip to on e side of her, she looked to the other and saw a second. She screamed as the kickoff black eye hit and she screamed throughout the whipping. xxiv blows from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the simple Holy Scripture"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a howler from her despite the constant use that hole had received. The others also took their twist in raping her while she hung helpless including, for the first time, two of the men entering her figurehead and back simultaneously. She could almost experience enjoyed that feeling under other circumstances, so full and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her enough, and she realised that near had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could feel cum running down her peg from her used holes, there seemed to be so much of it. She felt a shrewd stab in her left arm and turned to see the Englishman emptying a syringe into her. She had no prison term to really react before obliviousness hit her.



Chapter 4 : Prague, the 1st.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the Saami room and the same painful, restrictive bondage, but she was tender, she was well-off even if every piece of her body hurt like netherworld. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her first cerebration said it had been a nightmare but the pain in her body said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to look in the mirror, the sight that greeted her made her almost collapse in revulsion and she slapped her hand across her mouthpiece to strangle a thigh-slapper. Her forefront was, as she had expected, totally denudate, across the front end, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"WHORE"in dim letters maybe and inch and a half heights. Her nipples had an artistic whorl traffic pattern tattooed around the exterior of each halo. The actor's line colza MY twat ran across her Mons and a heavy Au annulus, almost an inch in diam pierced her hood. She span around in rules of order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her depleted cover and"CUM jade"across the back of her promontory. Her fundament were almost Shirley Temple Black with bruising from the cane and her solid soundbox from neck to knees showed the signs of the thrashing she had received, with humble lines of origin where the skin had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its smoothness but then felt fresh cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her back had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Lapp but was horrified and Sir Thomas More than a picayune excited to bump that it opened easily at her cutaneous senses,"like that of a brassy prostitute"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her fingerbreadth slipped inside.

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

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

Dear Mrs Devereaux

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

I will meet you again upon your return to London but in the meantime I would suggest that you keep the moving-picture show in the enclosed package in a safe shoes. I have enclosed discs of the wax period together with edited written matter with the quieter times taken out to reduce on the more interesting instalment. Your watch and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the liberty of having your own hair made up into a wig which you will obtain in the second parcel of land accompanying this letter. Your own fuzz will, of course, develop back to cover the more obvious, and publicly visible, marks of your experience, unless you choose to sustain your head shaven naturally.

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

Your sincerely

St. James the Apostle Smith




Chapter 5 : addendum, British capital

blue jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his booster, on only a I occasion, in London and arranged by Saint James Smith of course. She had never enjoyed sex so a great deal in her life, her header tattoos were, at that time, just still visible beneath her returning hair and she fully lived up to their boasting. She also decided that she really did relish stunt man insight and even trio penetration. She still wasn't sure about the taste of piss, though she decided she might as well drink the gang's anyway while she was making her mind up about it, and they did gestate it of her.

blue jean joined a second gym and, just occasionally, would weave into the Sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the right style of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some concern gossip and usually provided her with a new mathematical group of ‘ adventuresome'friends with which to pass the evening.

She was both more unwind and less tolerant in the office now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, secret life and when one of her other cooperator confessed in a drunken meter after a particularly successful and remunerative contract had come in that she had a fantasy about being kidnapped and raped, Jean had piddling hesitation in passing over a certain Saint James the Apostle Smith's business card"Let me know how you get on, I might even be persuaded to link up you."She slipped her handwriting across her permanently smooth Mons and felt a frisant of excitation as she touched the gold annulus and felt where she knew the tattoo was .