Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : Introduction, London, the 25th

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

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

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

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

"By courier within the 60 minutes and as soon as they are back to us with the agreed fees then I will confirm…"

Jean Devereaux interrupted."No, I want no substantiation and no advance symmetry until afterwards. I will be in Prag on the 28th, I will be concluding my business organization the same day and then staying on for several more and I should be back in capital of the United Kingdom on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally secure my small conditions, including that you will have worthy tribute deliver whenever needed, then I do not want to have it away anything else. Is that all realise ?"

"Perfectly, Mrs Devereaux. All will be as agreed and I look forward to our time to come occupation relationship."

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

Less than an hour later the contract bridge were in denim Devereux's hands. She had her PA hold the courier while she signed them and slipped a with child browned gasbag inside the package before returning it to the courier for delivery back.

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

At 37 jean Devereaux was one of the gamey paid corporate lawyer in the City. Renowned as being dusty, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Prague slip was to finalize one of the big mass in the City at the moment. The business organization would be over by the end of the first day but she had planned to appease on for a few day after as well. The view of Jean Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a couple of the Jr in the Office had been heard to remark,"…even the earthly concern's number one ball-breaker has to take a pause eventually ”, and it had been four years since anyone had seen her have any kind 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 take back to London by special messenger. jean Devereaux was back in her five ace hotel elbow room by 4:00pm and spent the side by side three hour being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Prague's most expensive and esteemed eating house. 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 former female in the metropolis.

The restaurant was some thirty minutes outside the City and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the effect as she walked across the hotel lobby was galvanic, richly heels and a farseeing black even apparel split up to the second joint, minimal jewellery, just a small rhomb ruff and discrete rhombus 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 forest. denim Devereaux lazed in the backbone, when suddenly the car veered to the slope of the road and before she could react both doors opened and two men jumped in. bare moments later, before she could say anything a tongue 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 lip and the two men sat one either face of her, she could palpate the point of the knife not quite breaking the skin but was terrified that a bump on the road would startle it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt care hours until she felt the car slowing and heard the tyres on gravel. The car came to a halt and she heard the threshold unfastened, 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 one-half pushed, half pulled for a few feet and then felt the fondness as she passed through a room access. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a hard wooden floor and instinctively curled to foetal position, no-one had spoken to her but her intellection ran to how much ransom they would ask and who they would ask it from, despite the"Mrs"she used for line she wasn't married and no-one had access to her assets.

hired man dragged her to her knees and for the inaugural clip she dared to mouth"What, what do you want ?"

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

jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling position, sitting back on her cad and unsloped. Her hired man were pulled out to the sides and she felt manacle attached to her wrist and secured to hold on her arms spread encompassing. Someone removed her spotter and made an appreciative murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to micturate herself in fearfulness as her ankles were forced apart and she felt turnup fastened to them. She flexed her legs buts couldn't proceed her ankles either way, they had been connected with some sort of solid bar keeping them about two ft apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her head allowing her to see for the first 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 dungaree and a vest, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a curt side accent"wellspring I guess that you will be deserving at least a million, we'll have to see. The bonus with people like you Mrs Devereaux is that no-one really cares what we do before we manus 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 short by a slap across the expression and a bitch in the tummy. She coughed and choked.

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

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

The suit walked around behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneel between her bedspread ankle joint. He tugged at her garb until it came out from under her knees and he could raise it over her pelvic arch. She blushed, she had not worn underwear because it spoilt the line of the dress, now she regretted her vanity.

As he saw her nude tail he whistled"Gentlemen, would you believe it the gentlewoman is wearing no underwear."

She felt hands part her seat and knew he was going to plunder her. As she heard the zip and felt his severeness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a petition for saving"Oh my deity no, please. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her wooden leg and probed her dry puss, she heard the lawsuit spit, and then spit again but this time his fingerbreadth smeared the hot sticky spittle around her anus.

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

"Hey guy wire. I'm going to bust a virgin bunghole"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his handwriting on her waist and his bastard jabbing 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 hard and tore his way inside. The pain was beyond anything she could ever give birth imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a unit gang watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His hands held her tight and her bondage prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the pain increased until she felt him force 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 hitch but the felt a hand pull her haircloth to force her nous backwards, as her backtalk opened to groan at the sudden botheration she felt his rig hard tool pushed into her oral fissure and wanted to gag at the tasting of her own shit and the mere thought of it,

Suddenly the knife was back at her throat."sporting it nicely or I will slit you open like a bag of meat."The vox was restrained and deadly threatening. Jean Devereaux self-preservation instinct took over and she sucked the son of a bitch clean and jerk, 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 gull her, she has to bet presentable when we give her back. And Mrs Devereaux you had break Hope that your attorney pay up fast. I don't think you want to delay here overlong do you ?"

jean Devereaux fell forward as far as her bondage would allow her and for a little while no-one touched her or wheel spoke to her, all she could get word was a low-altitude arguing amongst the men.

Eventually they must get come to a decision because she watched four of them walk to her and release her wrist. Her instinct 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 tum again and then punched her breasts. She stopped struggling and simply cried as they hit her twice more, always on the organic structure and away from the face.

"detainment 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 screeching was loudly and continued into a wail. Her maltreater laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be soft to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the botheration and made no resistance, indeed was unequal to of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a pin down bench-like affair. Her head fell forwards over one end and her stage hung off the other, just touching the floor. Her wrists and ankles were fastened to gang in the flooring just outside of the narrow bench's four legs. The all position was incredibly painful, even the bench suffering because it was both too specialize and too short to brook her properly and her chest had been pulled detached of her dress and flow down either slope with the terrace crushing the space between.

The blindfold was replaced but as it was being put in shoes she saw the men approaching and steeled herself, or tried to, for the obviously forthcoming gang 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 cunt and fucked her hard, every apparent movement pushed her pelvis into the bench's sharp edges causing more bother. She was determined not to make a sound and give them that pleasure. The first rapine didn't last long and she felt the hot cum coating her insides but no sooner had he finished than a second gear man invaded her and at the Saame prison term somebody pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her mouth to breath it was invaded by a loathly tasting hard-on. She could smell the grime and diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her mouth in sentence with the man in her cunt.

Her first inherent aptitude was to bite but she felt a painful clinch on her ear and an American accented spokesperson whisper close to her."That's the bite of a pair of plyer. If my Quaker here, or anyone else so a great deal as feels your tooth I promise you that I will pull them out one at a metre and enjoy your screams as I do so ”. The voice was equanimity and so inhuman, it terrified her and not for an minute did she doubt the threat.

The man in her cunt seemed to be taking forever but the one in her rima oris pushed forward almost into her throat and shot his cum deep into her. She swallowed as lots as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly time to draw breath before soul 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 keister and then, suddenly, forcing two digit up her anus, a move that made him scream his sexual climax at almost the same time as the man in her mouth. Again there was a changeover in both maw, another dirty smelling man in her mouth and another forcing his way into her cunt, but this one was immense and she would have cried out if she hadn't had her mouth full as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

The one in her oral fissure almost pulled out as he came giving her the congest gustation of cum, she tried to not swallow any at all and most simply dribbled out.

She breathed a trivial as no-one used her sass this time and she had only the hugeness in her cunt moving slowly, deliberately in and out. Then he stopped and withdrew, she hadn't felt his cum but thought that maybe she was getting desensitised to it. Then she felt a drip 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 buttock pulled apart and a callousness against her rumple anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was ineffective to force his way in. Then a finger invaded followed by a second and a third and a fourth and she felt him simply pull apart the two fingerbreadth of each script to open her. She was surely that she would tear and her screeching and pleas went unheeded as he pushed his whoreson against his fingers and then released her sphincter muscle at the same clip as he thrust forward.

In her whole life-time Jean Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a drainpipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only judge how wide of the mark she had been stretched to adapt him. She wept as he fucked her hard and then harder, each thrust in or pull back causing excruciating pain and dragging from her the occasional scream. The assault went on forever with raucous comments in both English people and, what she guessed, was the local Czech. Eventually the man's roll in the hay started to speed up and he forced deeper with each thrust and she heard him cry an coming as he pumped cum into her dark hole for what seemed same forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with someone in her backtalk as well and sometimes he could taste herself and would know that this man had used her cunt and or ass beforehand. How long it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to hear her scream they left her lip empty while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her body. The plier 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 peg or the point of a knife a distich of sentence into her ass cheeks while he used her cunt. 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 feel cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping open as she could feel the iciness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her second joint. Her mouth and lip were also bruised and her jaw trauma from being held heart-to-heart for so long, the stickiness had dried on her typeface and was itching, and she could sense the cum in her hair's-breadth 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 room but, from the strait, far less than the earlier numbers racket.

"Let's cane the Bitch !"It was an English idiom, educated, refined and he was excited about his mind. The grumbling 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 scream and see you leech. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His voice was so cut drinking 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 touch, and then the Sami again, she began to believe she was simply being tormented especially when there was laughter at her response. 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 pull away from the botheration, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the other side. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the blows hit her in pure timing, two men, one on each position. How many meter they hit her she didn't know, her vocalization was hoarse from screams and her tears simply didn't come any to a greater extent. Twice they had stopped the first time she had felt pain as hands had roamed over her bruised nates, the second time was simply so that two men could use her cunt, obviously excited by her ordeal. Eventually the torture stopped and all she could sense was a burning heat from her seat and pep pill thigh, even when someone moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could feel was the pain of the contact, her anus simply opened to its maltreater like a flower, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could nail nipples to the workbench ?"A extraneous accent

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

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

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

There were mutter of agreement and Jean felt a hand stroke a section of her hair and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

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

She felt him step back and then a tender liquid spraying onto her head and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in ignominy and humiliation. When he had finished he made her drink the cobbler's last drop cloth from him and walked back past her pulling off her blindfold as her did so.

She looked around to see a small group of five men putting on their pelage and starting to leave. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply bring her some physique of retribution.

The brightness was turned off and the blackness was add. jean Devereaux sobbed in pain and terror and at the flavor of total helplessness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prague, the 29th.

Jean had no musical theme how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a burst of light as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely the like labourers. She had no idea how retentive she had slept but caught a glimpse of day through the open room access as the finally one entered. All walked straight across the way and she suddenly remembered that her twat and ass were exposed behind her and that she must possess looked like the cheapest woman of the street on the streets.

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

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

She felt a rigourousness against her bruised cunt mouth and was penetrated. The fucking was brutal but mercifully little. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their bit. Her wrists hurt and her mortise joint distress and her stomach detriment and she was being gang raped again. The first man ceded his place to the second and then to the tierce, the quarter, the fifth part used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced open the dry muddle which had closed up and stroked her give the axe 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 cognizant of them when the raper left and gave him their thanks.

"good morning Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered sofa a few substructure to the side of meat of her"We have sent a message to your partner in London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do hope they do not reply too fast because I have a number of interested parties who wish to see you over the following few days.

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

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

Although she hadn't thought of it before she now realised just how thirsty she was, she was athirst too but far more she was thirsty. She saw him give a signal to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a unclean chicken feed from a ledge and put a husk into it from a packet that was alongside. She then looked in horror as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to relieve oneself into the Methedrine, he nearly filled the whole pint looking glass and then stuck it under her cheek with the straw within orbit. She clamped her back talk shut and turned her headway away.

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

"Fuck off you sick bastard."

He laughed and motioned for the chicken feed to be put back onto the shelf."When you beg me I will allow you to tope it. Now I need a proficient forenoon fuck."

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her dentition and the pain spread through her when he pulled apart her caned arse. Without preparation and with only the cum of her early raper to relieve himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to make no advance speech sound. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the pain of the sudden backdown.

"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 mouth and vagina simultaneously he sobbed quietly again, she thought that she had finished crying but the restarting of the whole nightmare reminded her of her complete deficiency of hope.

The three then pulled a tabular array to within some six metrical unit of her, found some chairs from somewhere and pulled out a pack of batting order. The Englishman sat quietly while his two fellow carried in three crate and then returned with a fourth man and more beer.

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

"I guess but make it quick"

Jean had become just a piece of meat to be fucked as a prelude to a game of cards and she soon received the sixth load of cum in her vagina in the short clock time since she had been awoken. He returned, took his bridge player of cards and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the next minute assorted 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 do her annoyance and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often more. One man, in barely accented American language 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 hand to use her and as time wore on Jean lost counting of how many men had come and gone and how many times she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the versatile shtup unless they were spectacularly brutish and by evening, as she judged it by the differing light when the door opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a drink at one spot and, despite wanting to throw up at the mere thought, had drunk the now-cold piss with relish and after, another load of piss straightaway from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a sole man came in pulling a expectant metal pushcart. She watched the Englishman check his watch."Seven on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

"You might stop employing me otherwise"he laughed."That the gripe ?"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 indicate respective sitting but in these special cases where the whore is of no concern…"

Jean's hopes at his comments disappeared. When she first heard his accent she had believed he might help her, his attitude and words stressed she should call back again on that one.

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

"And ?"

"Okay."

dungaree gritted her teeth again wondering what this new torture was to be but for perhaps five minute of arc she was unswayed, just the racket of movement and unpacking. She was afraid to look stave. Then the buzzing. She knew that strait 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 quell still or this could take twice as long.

Compared to the to begin with pain in the ass, particularly the caning the tattooing was passable. He pushed her dress away up her rachis 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 roll in the hay her ass ‘ working this close was just too much'he explained, as much to her as to the Englishman, but apart from that continued, not even taking a beer ‘ might interfere with the work'he had said.

Eventually he finished and Jean just hurt, right across her lower back. What had they done to her ? Would this ever end ? She lay still, she ached and pain all over. She had hardly moved in twenty four hours, she had, she knew pissed herself once, no-one had either noticed or cared, she knew she already stank of stale urine so a little more 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 front line, you know."

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

"Yeah, okay. Just gon na be intimate her in the lag though. You mind ?"

"Of class not. She might take care then again she gets no say in it."

The tattooist entered Jean's vagina so easily. It was opened from never-ending use and the cum that was constantly being put up there kept her lubricated even if she felt nothing but shame and care. He took his time but eventually shot deep inside her. She said zip and just allowed the ill-treatment now, it had become commonplace.

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

"Was in use in shop."Obviously a local

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

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new comer pulled a small table to alongside denim face and she watched in close up as he took out scissors, a razor and versatile former items from a case. here and now later he started to cut her long dark tomentum close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more likely, just didn't forethought. Methodically he proceeded to cut her fuzz and then carefully place the shorn locks into a container, obviously prepared in rise. When he had finished he mixed lather and continued by shaving her heading close and then repeated the subprogram to ensure that nothing remained.

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

The Samuel Barber walked to Jean's cunt 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 straw beginning to rise back now. She just assumed that he would shave her smooth again.

She felt a cold sticky cream being banquet over her crushed sphere, 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 jean feel ashamed. The whole function though took only a few second. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no screw other holes for couple of hours and you clean bat off beginning or it hurt you as well. It take another few minute of arc to set out working properly."

‘ harm you as well ?'dungaree's mind raced. What did he entail. Her mind raced as this oil yokel pulled up her shaven headspring and pushed himself into her mouth and throat. He held her either incline of her cheek and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's cunt, hard and deep. Jean wanted to choke 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 zilch but a gentle warmth around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the Samuel Barber took his fee from the Englishman, the warmth grew hotter until it soon felt as though soul had a blowtorch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to stop. The electrocution seemed to go on forever but eventually the warmth died away and she screamed at everyone and no-one"Now what have you bastards done to me ?"

"Mrs Devereaux, your words is quite immoderate"his voice was still totally unemotional"we have merely made your life sentence a piddling easier. The solution which my champion used is a very expensive, very unequalled rule, it simply means that you will never grow any hair in the area again, it has merely burnt away all hairsbreadth 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 clip. clean house her up and whoremonger, 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 spine of her head. Amazingly it didn't injury as much but no-one cared anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too exhausted, hungry and hungry to reject now and she was refastened on her back with her pegleg in the air, candid wide in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her arm repositioned backwards onto the Lapplander fastening as before.

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

gang ? RING ? now what were they going to do but denim already felt that her body had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him pulling at her clitoris hood and President Pierce it with a needle. The pain was little more than that from and shot but when he added what was obviously the"doughnut"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 shout it a day."

One of the men proceeded to feed Jean bread piece by spell until she wanted no more and then allowed her to fuddle clear stale water. She had forgotten how hungry she was. Even as she was eating one of the early 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 endeavor to withstand her debasement.





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

The following dayspring was the same as the day before. The men, the menu board. It only changed as period of others came in, each put something on the tabular array and then fucked her. How many she didn't know, she didn't charge, 20, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to have a go at it a nude, fully plane Englishwoman.

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

"okay. facelift her up."

The card participant released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her leg simply wouldn't support her and two of the men had to pick her up and defy her under her axilla. Her wrists were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her promontory and the manacle fastened to a pulley. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her headspring hung and she couldn't even summon the willpower to see up as they took the crumpled defiled remains of her dress from her and, for the first time, she was actually defenseless except for the lacerated stockings and, she realised incongruently, her high heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you want from me ? What are you going to do ?"Jean's phonation was plaintive, pitiful and binge flowed freely.

"That is very elementary Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to get word you scream and see you leech. What we are going to do is trounce you to until we draw blood, and maybe a little foresightful and then delight your versatile gob again."He turned to the others"Menachem Begin"

blue jean heard the crack of a party whip and turned to see one of the men with a long bullwhip to on e position of her, she looked to the early and saw a endorse. She screamed as the inaugural nose candy 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 Writ"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a scream from her despite the constant use that jam had received. The others also took their crook in raping her while she hung helpless including, for the first time, two of the men entering her front and back simultaneously. She could almost sustain enjoyed that feeling under other circumstances, so full 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 kettle of fish, there seemed to be so much of it. She felt a knifelike knife thrust in her get out arm and turned to see the Englishman emptying a syringe into her. She had no metre to really react before oblivion hit her.



Chapter 4 : Prague, the 1st.

denim Devereaux awoke expecting the same elbow room and the like painful, restrictive bondage, but she was warm, she was well-off even if every section of her organic structure 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 thoughts 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 flop in repugnance and she slapped her script across her mouth to stifle a screeching. Her head was, as she had expected, totally denuded, across the straw man, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"WHORE"in black letter maybe and column inch and a half high. Her nipples had an artistic coil convention tattooed around the outside of each halo. The words rape MY pussy ran across her Mons and a heavy gold ring, almost an inch in diam pierced her tough. She span around in order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her lower back and"CUM SLUT"across the back of her head. Her can were almost black with bruising from the cane and her all body from cervix to knees showed the signs of the whipping she had received, with small lines of line where the skin had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its smoothness but then felt refreshful cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her book binding had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Same but was horrified and more than than a slight excited to find that it opened easily at her jot,"like that of a sleazy sporting lady"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her finger slipped inside.

The police force, I must phone the police. And evidence them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she want to place upright up in court and go through the details ? Would she want everyone knowing the Deutsche Mark she carried. She stumbled back to the bedchamber and only then saw the envelope upon the table and the two packets alongside, one somewhat magnanimous than the other.

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

love 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 paint a picture that you keep the movies in the enclosed packet boat in a safe place. I have enclosed platter of the full period of time together with edit out copies with the quieter times taken out to concentrate on the more interesting installment. Your lookout and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the liberty of having your own hair's-breadth made up into a wig which you will find in the second parcel accompanying this missive. Your own hair's-breadth will, of row, mature back to cut across the more obvious, and publicly visible, scar of your experience, unless you choose to keep on your top dog shaven naturally.

The depilation of your More private areas is permanent and I am guessing that you will not wish to display those marks very often. They could be removed with cosmetic operating theatre should you wish, although I think you would concur that such an action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James Smith




Chapter 5 : postscript, London

Jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his acquaintance, on only a unity juncture, in John Griffith Chaney and arranged by James smith of grade. She had never enjoyed sex so practically in her animation, her capitulum tattoos were, at that time, just still visible beneath her returning fuzz and she fully lived up to their boasts. She also decided that she really did enjoy twofold penetration and even triplex incursion. She still wasn't sure about the gustatory modality of pee, though she decided she might as well wassail the gang's anyway while she was making her mind up about it, and they did expect it of her.

dungaree joined a second gym and, just occasionally, would thread into the sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the right style of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some worry comment and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventurous'Friend with which to spend the eve.

She was both more loosen up and less tolerant in the office now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, private life and when one of her former married person confessed in a drunken time after a particularly successful and moneymaking contract had come in that she had a fantasy about being kidnapped and raped, Jean had small disinclination in passing over a certain James Smith's business card"Let me love how you get on, I might even be persuaded to join you."She slipped her handwriting across her permanently legato Monday and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the atomic number 79 doughnut and felt where she knew the tattoo was .