blue jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : Introduction, London, the 25th

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

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

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

"Yes, of path, 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…"

Jean Devereaux interrupted."No, I want no verification and no further agreement until afterwards. I will be in Praha on the 28th, I will be concluding my business organization the Same day and then staying on for several Thomas More and I should be back in London on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally guarantee my minuscule condition, including that you will have suitable protective covering portray whenever needed, then I do not want to bed anything else. Is that all clear ?"

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

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

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

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

At xxxvii blue jean Devereaux was one of the highest paid corporal lawyers in the metropolis. Renowned as being cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Prague trip was to finalise one of the prominent business deal in the City at the second. The line of work would be over by the end of the first day but she had planned to stay on for a few days after as well. The cerebration of Jean Devereaux taking a vacation was considered highly unusual but, as a brace of the Jnr in the Office had been heard to remark,"…even the world's identification number one ball-buster has to take a happy chance eventually ”, and it had been four year since anyone had seen her have any sort of private sprightliness at all.




Chapter 2 : Prague, the even of the 28th

By mid good afternoon of the 28th everything had gone exactly as planned, everything was signed and witnessed and everything had been collected to hold back to London by special courier. jean Devereaux was back in her five superstar hotel elbow 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 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 in the City.

The restaurant was some thirty minutes outside the urban center and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the effect as she walked across the hotel lobby was electric, in high spirits heels and a longsighted Shirley Temple Black evening dress split up to the thigh, minimal jewelry, just a small diamond choker and discrete diamond earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still queasy about what she had planned for later in the break.

Twenty bit later the car was speeding along through forest. denim Devereaux lazed in the back, when suddenly the car veered to the side of the road and before she could react both door opened and two men jumped in. simple moments later, before she could say anything a tongue was at her pharynx and a blindfold was over her eyes.

In affright she didn't relocation or say anything. A gag was forced into her mouth and the two men sat one either side of her, she could feel the point in time of the tongue not quite breaking the cutis but was terrified that a bump on the road would start it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt like hour until she felt the car slowing and heard the tire on crushed rock. The car came to a check and she heard the threshold overt, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her heels and still unable to see. The knife had gone from her throat but she knew it was not far away. She was half pushed, half pulled for a few feet and then felt the warmth as she passed through a threshold. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a hard wooden floor and instinctively curled to foetal situation, no-one had spoken to her but her thoughts ran to how very much ransom money they would ask and who they would ask it from, despite the"Mrs"she used for occupation she wasn't married and no-one had access to her assets.

Hands dragged her to her genu and for the first time she dared to address"What, what do you require ?"

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

Jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneel office, sitting back on her blackguard and upright. Her custody were pulled out to the sides and she felt cuffs attached to her wrist and secured to keep her arms spread all-encompassing. Someone removed her watch and made an appreciative grumbling"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to puddle herself in care as her ankle were forced apart and she felt manacle fastened to them. She flexed her legs buts couldn't incite her ankles either way, they had been connected with some sort of strong bar keeping them about two feet apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her mind allowing her to see for the first time 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 sofas but on which lounged perhaps a dozen or more men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in denim and a vest, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a crease English stress"Well I guess that you will be worth at least a million, we'll have to see. The fillip with people like you Mrs Devereaux is that no-one really cares what we do before we hand you back so I guess that the bozo and I are going to have some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut scant by a slap across the face and a kick in the abdomen. She coughed and choked.

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

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

The suit walked around behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneel between her spread ankle. He tugged at her dress until it came out from under her stifle and he could resurrect it over her hips. She blushed, she had not worn underwear because it spoilt the personal credit line of the dress, now she regretted her vanity.

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

She felt helping hand theatrical role her buttocks and knew he was going to violate her. As she heard the zip and felt his hardness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a appeal for saving"Oh my gods no, please. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her ramification and probed her dry cunt, she heard the wooing spit, and then spit again but this clip his fingers smeared the hot sticky spittle around her anus.

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

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

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his hands on her shank and his prick thrust at her squiffy 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 tough and snap his way inside. The bother was beyond anything she could ever stimulate imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a whole gang watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His hired hand held her sloshed and her bondage prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the pain sensation increased until she felt him pluck her towards himself as he buried himself bass 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 helping hand pulling her haircloth to force her brain backwards, as her sassing opened to moan at the sudden infliction she felt his semi hard prick pushed into her mouthpiece and wanted to throw up at the taste of her own bull and the mere thought of it,

Suddenly the knife was back at her throat."white it nicely or I will slice up you open like a bag of meat."The part was quiet and deadly threatening. dungaree Devereaux self-preservation instinct took over and she sucked the bastard clean, trying hard not to vomit.

The suit withdrew and zipped himself up"I'll see all you guys tomorrow, hopefully with the money. Have fun but remember don't mark her, she has to look presentable when we give her back. And Mrs Devereaux you had in force Leslie Townes 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 leave her and for a shortly while no-one touched her or spoke to her, all she could learn was a subordinate argument amongst the men.

Eventually they must have come to a decision because she watched four of them walk to her and eject her carpus. Her inherent aptitude was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her ankles. Nonetheless she tried to struggle and bm they forced on her until she was punched in the venter and collapsed, held only by the two men either side. 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.

"delay 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 pussy. The screeching was loud and continued into a wail. Her abuser laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be easygoing to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the pain sensation and made no resistance, indeed was incapable of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a narrow bench-like affair. Her heading fell forwards over one end and her legs hung off the former, just touching the floor. Her wrists and ankles were fastened to doughnut in the floor just outside of the specify work bench's four leg. The whole emplacement was incredibly painful, even the bench harm because it was both too narrow and too short to stomach her properly and her white meat had been pulled release of her apparel and advert down either side with the Bench crushing the place between.

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

Her dress was pulled up and gathered in a bundle about her waist as the first man forced his way into her dry puss and fucked her hard, every movement pushed her hips into the workbench's sharp edges causing more pain. She was determined not to make a sound and devote them that pleasure. The first violation didn't stopping point long and she felt the hot cum coat her inside but no sooner had he finished than a second man invaded her and at the Lapp time somebody pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her sassing to breath it was invaded by a foul tasting erection. She could sense the dirt and diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her oral cavity in time with the man in her cunt.

Her first inherent aptitude was to prick but she felt a irritating clamp on her ear and an American English accented representative whisper close to her."That's the chomp of a duad of pliers. If my protagonist here, or anyone else so much as feels your teeth I promise you that I will draw out them out one at a time and revel your screams as I do so ”. The articulation was calm and so cold, it terrified her and not for an second did she doubt the threat.

The man in her twat seemed to be taking forever but the one in her rima oris pushed forward almost into her throat and dart his cum deep into her. She swallowed as often as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly time to take in breath before mortal 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 buttocks and then, suddenly, forcing two finger up her anus, a motion that made him scream his orgasm at almost the same time as the man in her mouth. Again there was a changeover in both holes, another dirty smelling man in her mouth and another forcing his way into her slit, but this one was huge and she would have cried out if she hadn't had her mouth broad as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

The one in her oral fissure almost pulled out as he came giving her the ill-scented taste of cum, she tried to not get down any at all and most simply drop out.

She breathed a short as no-one used her mouth this metre 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 drip onto her ass and heard him spitting. She screamed out and begged him before he had even started, there was just laughter as she felt her ass impudence pulled apart and a harshness against her wrinkle anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was unable to storm his way in. Then a finger's breadth invaded followed by a second and a third and a fourth and she felt him simply draw in apart the two finger of each helping hand to open up her. She was for certain that she would tear and her sidesplitter and pleas went unheeded as he pushed his prick against his fingers and then released her sphincter at the Lapp time as he thrust forward.

In her unanimous life Jean Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a drainpipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only reckon how wide she had been stretched to accommodate him. She wept as he fucked her severely and then harder, each poking in or pull in back causing excruciating pain and dragging from her the periodic scream. The rapine went on forever with raucous comments in both side and, what she guessed, was the local Czech. Eventually the man's screwing started to hotfoot up and he forced deeper with each thrust and she heard him cry an climax as he pumped cum into her obscure hole for what seemed comparable forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with someone in her mouth as well and sometimes he could taste herself and would know that this man had used her slit and or ass beforehand. How farseeing it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to hear her wow they left her sass void while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her body. The pair of pliers she had felt earlier were closed on one of her mamilla and then pulled while the American fucked her in the ass and someone stuck either flag or the point of a knife a couple of prison term into her ass brass while he used her pussy. But eventually the frequence of her use began to ease off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in agony along the bench.

Jean Devereaux could palpate cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping open as she could sense 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 injury from being held afford for so long, the stickiness had dried on her side and was itching, and she could smell out the cum in her hair's-breadth from where some of the men had simply pulled out and burgeon forth themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could find out some men still in the room but, from the audio, far less than the earlier bit.

"Let's cane the Bitch !"It was an English accent, 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 hollo and see you leech. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His vocalism 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 contact, and then the same again, she began to believe she was simply being tormented especially when there was laugh at her reaction. Again the swish and then again, she breathed softly to her herself and then screamed as the cane smashed into her buttocks.

Again it hit her and she lifted her head, tried to perpetrate away from the pain in the ass, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the early side. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the blows hit her in perfect 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 binge simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the starting time fourth dimension she had felt pain in the neck as hands had roamed over her bruised buttocks, the second prison term was simply so that two men could use her twat, obviously excited by her ordeal. Eventually the torture stopped and all she could finger was a burning heat from her buttocks and pep pill second joint, even when person moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could finger 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 nail mammilla to the work bench ?"A foreign dialect

"Too practically fuss to get the nails out later if we do publish her ”, the Englishman again.

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

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

There were murmurings of agreement and Jean felt a mitt stroke a part of her fuzz and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

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

She felt him pace back and then a affectionate liquid spraying onto her head and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in shame and humiliation. When he had finished he made her fuddle the last drops from him and walked back past her pull off her blindfold as her did so.

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

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



Chapter 3 : just outside Praha, the 29th.

Jean had no mind how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a flare-up of light as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely the likes of labourers. She had no idea how long she had slept but caught a glimpse of daylight through the open threshold as the last one entered. All walked straightaway across the elbow room and she suddenly remembered that her cunt and ass were exposed behind her and that she must have looked like the flash fancy woman 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 severity against her bruised slit back talk and was penetrated. The fucking was barbarous but mercifully brusque. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their turn. Her wrist hurt and her ankles distress and her stomach trauma and she was being work party raped again. The first man ceded his place to the second and then to the third, the fourth, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced open the dry maw 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 former three men, including the Englishman, enter, she only became cognisant of them when the raper left and gave him their thanks.

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

"You can't. You can't keep me here for twenty-four hours. I'll die, you'll kill me. please I can't endure this."

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

Although she hadn't idea of it before she now realised just how athirst she was, she was hungry too but far more she was thirsty. She saw him founder a signal to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a begrime methamphetamine hydrochloride from a ledge and put a stalk into it from a mailboat that was alongside. She then looked in horror as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to piss into the chalk, he nearly filled the unanimous pint spyglass and then stuck it under her face with the straw within reach. She clamped her mouthpiece shut and turned her head away.

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

"Fuck off you sick bastard."

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

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her tooth and the pain in the ass spread through her when he pulled apart her cane buttocks. Without preparation and with only the cum of her to begin with rapist to facilitate himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to hit no farther speech sound. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the pain of the sudden detachment.

"Mrs Devereaux you stink, but I don't think about 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 completely nightmare reminded her of her complete lack of hope.

The three then pulled a table to within some six human foot of her, found some death chair from somewhere and pulled out a pack of cards. The Englishman sat quietly while his two brother carried in three crates and then returned with a fourth man and more beer.

They dealt the cards and each opened a can of beer, the Englishman poured his into a quartz Methedrine that had come with one of the crate. The fourth man didn't sit just uttered the Word of God"Sir"in a local anesthetic accent and thumbed at Jean.

"I guess but make it quick"

denim had become just a piece of essence to be fucked as a preliminary to a game of card and she soon received the sixth load of cum in her vagina in the short prison term 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 example and then fucked her, usually vaginally but sometimes orally and sometimes anally. She was now so bruised vaginally that any penetration caused pain and discomfort, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate endeavour to get her pain in the ass and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often 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 pain of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between helping hand to use her and as time wore on Jean lost numeration of how many men had come and gone and how many metre she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the respective fuckings unless they were stunningly vicious and by evening, as she judged it by the differing light when the threshold opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a drink at one point and, despite wanting to throw up at the mere sentiment, had drunk the now-cold weewee with relish and after, another burden of piss heterosexual from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a solitary man came in pulling a large metal cart. She watched the Englishman check his lookout man."septenary on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

"Yup. About two to three hours. Normally I would suggest several sessions but in these special cases where the whore is of no concern…"

Jean's hopes at his comment disappeared. When she first heard his accent she had believed he might help her, his mental 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 torture was to be but for perhaps five mo she was unmoved, just the stochasticity of movement and unpacking. She was afraid to reckon daily 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 passport from the tattooist that she should stick around still or this could take twice as long.

Compared to the earlier pains, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her dress away up her back and began a tattoo on her frown 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 finis 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, right hand 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 XX four hours, she had, she knew pissed herself once, no-one had either noticed or cared, she knew she already stank of stale piddle so a little more than made no difference.

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 path but we are waiting for that damned Barber and then you can terminate the book binding. Then we'll turn her over."

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

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

The tattooist entered dungaree's vagina so easily. It was opened from constant use and the cum that was constantly being put up there kept her lubricated even if she felt cypher but shame and awe. He took his fourth dimension but eventually shot rich inside her. She said nothing and just allowed the misuse now, it had become commonplace.

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

"Was fussy in shop."Obviously a local anesthetic

"well get started straight away. We have other thing to do."

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new arrival pulled a small table to alongside jean facial expression and she watched in close up as he took out scissors, a razor and various former items from a shell. Moments later he started to cut her prospicient dark hair close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more belike, just didn't attention. Methodically he proceeded to cut her hair and then carefully place the shorn locks into a container, obviously prepared in advance. When he had finished he mixed lather and continued by shaving her head word close and then repeated the procedure to check that zilch remained.

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

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

She felt a frigidness sticky cream being bed cover over her lower 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 finger inside her holes in a way that made Jean flavour ashamed. The whole procedure though took only a few minutes. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no fuck other jam for couple of hours and you clean drub off first or it hurt you as well. It take another few bit to set about working properly."

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

He pulled back and still Jean could find zero but a gentle warmth around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the Barber took his fee from the Englishman, the warmheartedness grew hotter until it soon felt as though somebody had a blowtorch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to lay off. The combustion seemed to go on forever but eventually the high temperature died away and she screamed at everyone and no-one"Now what have you bastards done to me ?"

"Mrs Devereaux, your linguistic communication is quite immoderate"his vocalization was still totally unemotional"we have merely made your sprightliness a little easier. The solvent which my champion used is a very expensive, very unique formula, it simply means that you will never grow any hair in the area again, it has merely burnt away all hair follicles. You no longer sustain to shave and are now nicely smooth at all times. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its prison term. make clean her up and toilet, you can do the next tattoo now."

dungaree was held by reverence as she felt the tattooist start work again but this time on the dorsum of her head teacher. Amazingly it didn't hurt as much but no-one deal anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too washed-out, hungry and thirsty to resist now and she was refastened on her book binding with her peg in the air, out-of-doors panoptic in a lascivious ‘ V ’, and her arms repositioned backwards onto the same fastening as before.

Over the next 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 stead didn't allow for it. He completed his employment by adding another tattoo just above where her tomentum should have been on her forehead."Just the ring now, gods I'm tired"

Ring ? closed chain ? now what were they going to do but Jean already felt that her body had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him wrench at her clit hood and Pierce it with a phonograph needle. The pain was little More than that from and injection but when he added what was obviously the"halo"she could feel its weight even though she was lying down.

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

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

One of the men proceeded to course Jean dough art object by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink all the way frigid water. She had forgotten how athirst she was. Even as she was eating one of the early sodomised her and the Englishman followed him. Her anus offered absolutely no electric resistance now, it simply opened to their pressure, and she no longer made any endeavor to resist her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Prague, the 30th.

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

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

"Okay. Lift her up."

The card players released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her stage simply wouldn't financial support her and two of the men had to pick her up and hold her under her armpit. Her wrist were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her head and the cuffs fastened to a pulley. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her principal hung and she couldn't even summon the self-possession to look up as they took the crumpled defiled remains of her dress from her and, for the first time, she was actually nude except for the torn stockings and, she realised incongruently, her luxuriously heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you desire from me ? What are you going to do ?"Jean's vocalization was mournful, pitiful and tears flowed freely.

"That is very dewy-eyed Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to hear you scream and see you phlebotomise. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw blood, and maybe a piddling longer and then relish your respective holes again."He turned to the others"Begin"

Jean heard the crack of a whip and turned to see one of the men with a farseeing bullwhip to on e side of her, she looked to the other and saw a second base. She screamed as the first coke hit and she screamed throughout the whipping. twenty-four blows from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the simple word"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a thigh-slapper from her despite the incessant use that hole had received. The others also took their play in raping her while she hung incapacitated including, for the first time, two of the men entering her front and back simultaneously. She could almost have enjoyed that feeling under early fate, so wax and so utterly used and helpless.

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



Chapter 4 : Prag, the 1st.

dungaree Devereaux awoke expecting the same room and the same afflictive, restrictive thraldom, but she was tender, she was comfortable even if every part of her body distress like hell. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her start mentation said it had been a nightmare but the infliction in her consistence said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to look in the mirror, the sight that greeted her made her almost collapse in horror and she slapped her hand across her backtalk to stifle a scream. Her head was, as she had expected, totally bald, across the front, just above the hairline, was tattooed the countersign"WHORE"in black letters maybe and inch and a half high. Her pap had an artistic scroll pattern tattooed around the exterior of each aureole. The words RAPE MY cunt ran across her Mons and a overweight Au ring, almost an inch in diam pierced her cowling. She span around in fiat to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her gloomy dorsum and"CUM fornicatress"across the binding of her head. Her buttocks were almost black with bruising from the cane and her whole soundbox from neck to knees showed the signs of the flogging she had received, with small job of blood 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 binding had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Lapp but was horrified and more than a little excited to find oneself that it opened easily at her touch,"like that of a cheap whore"she thought as she winced at the painful sensation as the tip of her fingerbreadth slipped inside.

The police, I must phone the police force. And differentiate them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she desire to abide up in court and go through the particular ? Would she want everyone knowing the marks she carried. She stumbled back to the bedroom and only then saw the envelope upon the tabular array and the two packets alongside, one somewhat magnanimous than the other.

She almost collapsed on the bed from enfeeblement and hunger as she tore subject the letter.

Dear Mrs Devereaux

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

I will contact you again upon your return to John Griffith Chaney but in the interim I would suggest that you keep the motion-picture show in the enclosed packet in a safe blank space. I have enclosed discs of the full phase of the moon period together with edited copies with the quieter time taken out to reduce on the more occupy episodes. Your lookout man and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the liberty of having your own hair made up into a wig which you will encounter in the second parcel accompanying this letter. Your own tomentum will, of course, acquire back to cover the more obvious, and publicly visible, marks of your experience, unless you choose to observe your principal shaven naturally.

The depilation of your more buck private domain is lasting and I am guessing that you will not wish to display those Mark very often. They could be removed with cosmetic surgery should you wish well, although I think you would agree that such an legal action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

King James I smith




Chapter 5 : Postscript, London

blue jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his friends, on only a undivided function, in London and arranged by James IV David Roland Smith of course. She had never enjoyed sex so practically in her life, her school principal tattoos were, at that clip, just still visible beneath her returning fuzz and she fully lived up to their jactitation. She also decided that she really did bask double penetration and even triple penetration. She still wasn't sure about the taste of piddle, though she decided she might as well drink the gang's anyway while she was making her psyche up about it, and they did expect it of her.

jean joined a instant gym and, just occasionally, would wander into the sweat room with the men where, always providing she wore the right mode of bathing costume, her tattoos would get some interesting remark and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventuresome'protagonist with which to expend the evening.

She was both Thomas More relaxed and less kind in the post now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, buck private life and when one of her former partners confessed in a drunken time after a particularly successful and lucrative contract had come in that she had a fantasy about being kidnapped and raped, Jean had niggling hesitation in passing over a certain James Ian Douglas Smith's business card"Let me know how you get on, I might even be persuaded to join you."She slipped her helping hand across her permanently tranquil Mon and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the Au ring and felt where she knew the tattoo was .