Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : origination, London, the 25th

"And you are quite certain that you don't want to add any further conditions or qualification, you're well-chosen with affair as agreed ?"

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

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

"Yes, of line, 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 confirmations and no foster correspondence until afterwards. I will be in Prague on the 28th, I will be concluding my business the like day and then staying on for various to a greater extent and I should be back in London on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally guarantee my pocket-size weather condition, including that you will have suited protection present whenever needed, then I do not want to get laid anything else. Is that all percipient ?"

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

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

LE than an hr later the declaration were in Jean Devereux's hand. She had her PA hold the courier while she signed them and slipped a great brown envelope inside the bundle before returning it to the messenger for delivery back.

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

At thirty-seven denim Devereaux was one of the gamy yield corporate lawyers in the City. Renowned as being cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Prague trip was to finalise one of the orotund flock in the metropolis at the moment. The line would be over by the end of the first day but she had planned to last out on for a few days after as well. The sentiment of Jean Devereaux taking a vacation was considered highly unusual but, as a mates of the Jnr in the Office had been heard to remark,"…even the public's telephone number one ball-buster has to get a break eventually ”, and it had been four days since anyone had seen her have any sort 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 charter back to British capital by exceptional courier. denim Devereaux was back in her five champion hotel way by 4:00pm and spent the future three hr being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Prague's most expensive and prestigious restaurant. She usually turned question when she simply walked in the elbow room but tonight, after what she had just earnt in fees, she intended to outshine any early female person in the city.

The restaurant was some thirty mo outside the urban center and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the event as she walked across the hotel lobby was electric, high heels and a recollective dim evening dress split up to the thigh, minimum jewellery, just a small diamond choker and distinct ball field earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still nervous about what she had planned for later in the break.

20 transactions later the car was speeding along through forest. jean Devereaux lazed in the rachis, when suddenly the car veered to the side of the route and before she could respond both doors opened and two men jumped in. bare moment later, before she could say anything a knife was at her pharynx and a blindfold was over her eyes.

In panic she didn't move or say anything. A gag was forced into her mouth and the two men sat one either English of her, she could feel the degree of the tongue not quite breaking the peel but was terrified that a bump on the route would rise it through.

How long the journeying lasted she didn't know. It felt like minute until she felt the car slowing and heard the tyres on gravel. The car came to a check and she heard the room access open, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her heels and still unable to see. The tongue had gone from her throat but she knew it was not far away. She was half pushed, half pulled for a few foot and then felt the heat as she passed through a door. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a hard wooden story and instinctively curled to fetal situation, no-one had spoken to her but her thoughts 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 access to her assets.

Hands dragged her to her knees and for the first sentence she dared to speak"What, what do you need ?"

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

blue jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling stead, sitting back on her heels and unsloped. Her custody were pulled out to the position and she felt handcuff attached to her wrist and secured to keep her arms scatter wide. Someone removed her spotter and made an appreciative grumbling"Nice ”.

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

It was this latter that spoke in a scrunch English accent mark"Well I guess that you will be Charles Frederick Worth at least a million, we'll have to see. The bonus with hoi polloi 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 sustain some fun first."

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

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

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

The suit of clothes 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 articulatio genus and he could invoke it over her hips. She blushed, she had not worn underclothing because it spoilt the dividing line of the dress, now she regretted her vanity.

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

She felt hands part her buttocks and knew he was going to rape her. As she heard the zip and felt his rigorousness 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 legs and probed her dry cunt, she heard the suit spit, and then spit out again but this prison term his fingers 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 guys. I'm going to bust a virgin cocksucker"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his paw on her waist and his tool thrust 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 snap his way inside. The pain was beyond anything she could ever have imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a wholly gang watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His hand 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 draw her towards himself as he buried himself deep into her and she wailed as she felt his hot cum defile her. She yelped as he pulled from her and the just went limp but the felt a bridge player pull her pilus to squeeze her promontory backwards, as her mouth opened to groan at the sudden pain she felt his rig hard cocksucker pushed into her rima oris and wanted to heave at the predilection of her own SOB and the mere cerebration of it,

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

The suit of clothes 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 back. And Mrs Devereaux you had better Bob Hope that your Lawyers pay up fast. I don't think you want to rest here overlong do you ?"

Jean Devereaux fell forward as far as her bondage would allow her and for a short while no-one touched her or spoke to her, all she could get a line was a low-level argument amongst the men.

Eventually they must have come to a decision because she watched four of them walk to her and expel her wrists. Her instinct was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her ankles. Nonetheless she tried to oppose and bowel movement they forced on her until she was punched in the stomach and collapsed, held only by the two men either position. 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 soundbox and away from the face.

"detention her backwards"the English language 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 branch and, without warning simply kicked her puss. The screaming was loud and continued into a wail. Her abuser laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be easier to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the pain and made no resistance, indeed was incapable of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a specialize bench-like affair. Her head fell forwards over one end and her legs hung off the former, just touching the floor. Her wrists and articulatio talocruralis were fastened to band in the floor just outside of the narrow work bench's four legs. The whole position was incredibly terrible, even the bench hurt because it was both too pin down and too forgetful to indorse her properly and her white meat had been pulled free of her attire and hung down either side with the bench crushing the infinite between.

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

Her apparel was pulled up and gathered in a megabucks about her waist as the first man forced his way into her dry twat and fucked her arduous, every movement pushed her hip joint into the bench's sharp edges causing more pain. She was determined not to have a sound and have them that pleasure. The first rape didn't last long and she felt the hot cum pelage her insides but no Sooner had he finished than a second man invaded her and at the same time someone pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her mouth to breath it was invaded by a choke off tasting erection. She could smell out the dirt and diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her oral fissure in clock time with the man in her cunt.

Her first instinct was to prick but she felt a painful clamp on her ear and an American English accented voice whisper close to her."That's the bite of a couplet of plyers. If my protagonist here, or anyone else so much as spirit your teeth I promise you that I will pull them out one at a fourth dimension and delight your screams as I do so ”. The phonation was calm and so cold, it terrified her and not for an instant did she doubt the threat.

The man in her cunt seemed to be taking forever but the one in her mouth pushed forward almost into her pharynx and shot his cum deep into her. She swallowed as much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly prison term to draw breath before someone else was in her mouth and then she felt the cum in her bitch again and another changeover there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her buttocks and then, suddenly, forcing two fingers up her anus, a movement that made him scream his orgasm at almost the same time as the man in her mouth. Again there was a transition in both holes, another dirty smelling man in her mouth and another forcing his way into her snatch, but this one was huge and she would let cried out if she hadn't had her oral cavity full as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

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

She breathed a piddling as no-one used her mouth this sentence 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 trickle 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 rigorousness against her unironed anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was ineffectual 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 fingers of each hand to spread her. She was certainly that she would tear and her shriek and plea went neglected as he pushed his prick against his fingers and then released her sphincter at the Saami time as he thrust forward.

In her whole life blue jean Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a waste pipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only think how wide she had been stretched to reconcile him. She wept as he fucked her punishing and then harder, each jabbing in or pull back causing excruciating pain and dragging from her the periodic sidesplitter. The rape went on forever with raucous scuttlebutt in both English and, what she guessed, was the topical anaesthetic Czech. Eventually the man's fuck started to speed up and he forced deeper with each thrust and she heard him cry an sexual climax as he pumped cum into her coloured hole for what seemed like forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with someone in her mouth as well and sometimes he could taste herself and would know that this man had used her snatch and or ass beforehand. How long it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to get word her scream they left her oral cavity evacuate 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 personal identification number or the pointedness of a knife a distich of time into her ass cheeks while he used her cunt. But eventually the oftenness 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 experience the coldness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thigh. Her rima oris and brim were also bruised and her jaw harm from being held unfastened for so long, the stickiness had dried on her case and was itching, and she could smell the cum in her hair from where some of the men had simply pulled out and fritter themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could hear some men still in the room but, from the sounds, far to a lesser extent than the earliest numbers.

"Let's cane the Bitch !"It was an English people idiom, educated, refined and he was excited about his idea. The mutter of obvious blessing 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 find out you scream and see you phlebotomize. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His articulation 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 striking, and then the Lapplander 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 pull away from the pain, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the early side. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the coke hit her in perfect timing, two men, one on each position. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her articulation was hoarse from screams and her split simply didn't come any to a greater extent. Twice they had stopped the first off clock time she had felt pain as hands had roamed over her bruised buttocks, the endorsement time was simply so that two men could use her cunt, obviously excited by her ordeal. Eventually the torture stopped and all she could finger was a burning heat from her buttocks and upper 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 abuser like a flower, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could nail tit to the bench ?"A foreign speech pattern

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

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

"Hmm, now that I will consider 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 jot her until I return although I suggest that you all turn in as well."

There were murmur of arrangement and jean felt a manus stroke a parting of her whisker and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

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

She felt him step back and then a warm liquidness 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 drink the last driblet 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 allow for. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply bring in her some variety of retribution.

The visible radiation was turned off and the blackness was total. Jean Devereaux sobbed in pain and little terror and at the feel of add together helplessness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prague, the 29th.

blue jean had no estimation how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a burst of light as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely like labourers. She had no idea how long she had slept but caught a coup d'oeil of daylight through the open door as the finis one entered. All walked straight across the room and she suddenly remembered that her cunt and ass were exposed behind her and that she must have looked like the cheapest sporting lady 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 hardness against her contuse slit mouth and was penetrated. The fucking was brutal but mercifully short. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their bend. Her wrists detriment and her ankles distress and her stomach hurt and she was being gang 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 jam which had closed up and stroked her caned 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 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 feet to the side of meat of her"We have sent a substance to your partners in London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do go for they do not respond too fast because I have a number of matter to political party who wish to see you over the next 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 care a deglutition ?"

Although she hadn't thought of it before she now realised just how thirsty she was, she was hungry too but far more she was athirst. She saw him give a signaling to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a unclean Methedrine from a shelf and put a straw into it from a packet that was alongside. She then looked in repugnance as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to pass water into the chalk, he nearly filled the whole dry pint glass and then stuck it under her face with the straw within reach. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her nous away.

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

"Fuck off you sick bastard."

He laughed and motioned for the glass to be put back onto the shelf."When you beg me I will allow you to tope it. Now I need a good sunrise fuck."

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her teeth and the painful sensation scatter through her when he pulled apart her caned buttocks. Without preparation and with only the cum of her earlier rapist to ease himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to make no further sounds. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the pain of the sudden withdrawal.

"Mrs Devereaux you stink, but I don't think nearly of your client today will take care 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 nightmare reminded her of her discharge lack of hope.

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

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

"I guess but make it quick"

denim had become just a piece of nub to be fucked as a overture to a secret plan of lineup and she soon received the one-sixth load of cum in her vagina in the little clip since she had been awoken. He returned, took his helping hand of posting and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the future hours versatile 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 pain in the ass and discomfort, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate attempt to stimulate her pain and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often Thomas More. One man, in barely accent American language 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 manus to use her and as metre wore on Jean lost enumeration of how many men had come and gone and how many clip she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the various fuckings unless they were stunningly brutal and by evening, as she judged it by the differing visible radiation when the door opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a drink at one percentage point and, despite wanting to cast off up at the mere cerebration, had drunk the now-cold piss with relish and after, another load of pee straight from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The doorway opened and a unfrequented man came in pulling a great metallic element cart. She watched the Englishman check his picket."Seven on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

"Yup. About two to three minute. Normally I would suggest various Roger Huntington Sessions but in these special cases where the whore is of no concern…"

jean's hopes at his comments disappeared. When she first heard his emphasis she had believed he might avail her, his attitude and words stressed she should think again on that one.

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

"And ?"

"Okay."

Jean gritted her tooth again wondering what this new torture was to be but for perhaps five minutes she was untouched, just the haphazardness of movement and unpacking. She was afraid to look beat. 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 grade me like that."

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

Compared to the earlier pains, particularly the caning the tattooing was fair to middling. He pushed her dress away up her binding and began a tattoo on her frown spinal column, almost on the top of her buttocks. The sentence seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to have a go at it her ass ‘ working this close was just too much'he explained, as a good deal 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 blue jean just hurt, correctly across her lower dorsum. 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 stale pee so a little more made no remainder.

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

"Of form but we are waiting for that damned barber and then you can fetch up the back. Then we'll turn her over."

"Yeah, okay. Just gon na jazz her in the meanwhile though. You mind ?"

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

The tattooist entered denim'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 zippo but shame and fear. He took his prison term but eventually guesswork deep inside her. She said nothing and just allowed the abuse now, it had become commonplace.

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

"Was occupy in shop."Obviously a local anesthetic

"Well get started straight away. We have early affair to do."

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new comer pulled a low table to alongside jean face and she watched in close up as he took out scissor hold, a razor and assorted other detail from a case. import later he started to cut her tenacious coloured hair close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more probable, just didn't caution. 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 close and then repeated the function 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 slit domain and she heard him unscrew a cap, she was always shaven, she always felt it more hygienical somehow, but she knew that there must be a slight stubble beginning to grow back now. She just assumed that he would plane her legato again.

She felt a moth-eaten sticky ointment being spread over her lower area, from her anus to above her mons veneris 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 dungaree feel ashamed. The whole subprogram though took only a few minutes. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no screwing early holes for couple of hours and you clean cream off for the first time or it hurt you as well. It postulate another few proceedings to start working properly."

‘ Hurt you as well ?'jean's head raced. What did he mean. Her creative thinker raced as this crude yokel pulled up her shaven head and pushed himself into her lip and throat. He held her either face of her face and simply fucked as if he were fucking a sporting lady's cunt, surd and mysterious. Jean wanted to croak but it didn't last long until she felt him hardening more in her sass 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 assuage warmth around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the barber took his fee from the Englishman, the warmth grew hotter until it soon felt as though mortal had a blowtorch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to stop. The burning at the stake seemed to go on forever but eventually the passion died away and she screamed at everyone and no-one"Now what have you bastards done to me ?"

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

blue jean was held by veneration as she felt the tattooist beginning work again but this time on the vertebral column of her head word. Amazingly it didn't hurt as often but no-one worry anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too exhausted, athirst and athirst to stand now and she was refastened on her back with her legs in the air, outdoors wide in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her arms repositioned backwards onto the Lapplander holdfast as before.

Over the side by side several hours Jean watched as the tattooist added something to her mons and then screamed constantly as he tattooed around her aura. She couldn't see what he was doing, her stance didn't allow for it. He completed his work by adding another tattoo just above where her hair should have been on her forehead."Just the ring now, God I'm tired"

Ring ? anchor ring ? now what were they going to do but dungaree already felt that her body had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him pull at her button lens hood and pierce it with a needle. The pain was little Thomas More than that from and injection but when he added what was obviously the"hoop"she could finger 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 shout it a day."

One of the men proceeded to tip blue jean bread slice by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink clearly cold weewee. She had forgotten how thirsty she was. Even as she was eating one of the other sodomised her and the Englishman followed him. Her anus offered absolutely no electric resistance now, it simply opened to their pressure, and she no longer made any attempt to resist her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Prag, the 30th.

The watch morning was the Saami as the day before. The men, the card table. It only changed as flow of others came in, each put something on the tabular array and then fucked her. How many she didn't know, she didn't tending, twenty, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to fuck a naked, fully trim Englishwoman.

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

"Okay. heave her up."

The poster player released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her legs simply wouldn't financial backing her and two of the men had to pick her up and prevail her under her axillary cavity. Her articulatio radiocarpea were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her head and the turnup fastened to a pulley. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her head hung and she couldn't even summon the willpower to look up as they took the crumpled defiled corpse of her dress from her and, for the kickoff time, she was actually naked except for the torn stockings and, she realised incongruently, her senior high school heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you need from me ? What are you going to do ?"dungaree's voice was mournful, pitiful and binge flowed freely.

"That is very childlike Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to hear you scream and see you phlebotomise. What we are going to do is lather you to until we draw stock, and maybe a minuscule retentive and then enjoy your assorted holes again."He turned to the others"Menachem Begin"

Jean heard the crevice of a whip and turned to see one of the men with a long bullwhip to on e slope of her, she looked to the early and saw a moment. She screamed as the first blow 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 uncomplicated word"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a scream from her despite the invariable use that hole had received. The others also took their turns 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 let enjoyed that feeling under early circumstance, so full and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her enough, and she realised that most had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could feel cum running down her stage from her used maw, there seemed to be so a good deal of it. She felt a sharp thrust 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.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the same elbow room and the Saami abominable, restrictive bondage, but she was fond, she was comfortable even if every component part of her consistency hurt like hell. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her foremost thoughts said it had been a incubus but the pain in her eubstance said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to look in the mirror, the quite a little that greeted her made her almost collapse in revulsion and she slapped her hand across her sassing to muffle a scream. Her head was, as she had expected, totally denudate, across the front, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"WHORE"in black letters maybe and in and a half high. Her nipples had an artistic roll design tattooed around the outside of each aureole. The words colza MY pussy ran across her mons pubis and a enceinte amber mob, almost an in in diam pierced her lens hood. She span around in purchase order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her low-spirited back and"CUM SLUT"across the back of her head. Her behind were almost black with bruising from the cane and her completely physical structure from neck to knees showed the signs of the whipstitch she had received, with small lines of stemma where the cutis had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its smoothness but then felt fresh cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her back had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Same but was horrified and more than a picayune excited to detect that it opened easily at her touch modality,"like that of a garish bawd"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her fingerbreadth slipped inside.

The police, I must phone the constabulary. And tell them what ? Yes, the grounds was obvious but would she require to resist up in court and go through the details ? Would she want everyone knowing the bull's eye she carried. She stumbled back to the sleeping accommodation and only then saw the envelope upon the table and the two packets alongside, one somewhat bigger than the other.

She almost collapsed on the bed from enfeeblement and hunger as she tore heart-to-heart the letter.

dear Mrs Devereaux

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

I will adjoin you again upon your return to London but in the meantime I would intimate that you keep the motion picture in the enclosed mailboat in a prophylactic place. I have enclosed discs of the full period together with redact copy with the quieter times taken out to centre on the more interesting episodes. Your lookout and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the indecorum of having your own hair made up into a wig which you will discover in the second base parcel of land accompanying this letter. Your own pilus will, of course, grow back to pass over the more obvious, and publicly visible, chump of your experience, unless you choose to proceed your head shaven naturally.

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

Your sincerely

St. James Smith




Chapter 5 : supplement, London

dungaree Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his friends, on only a single occasion, in capital of the United Kingdom and arranged by St. James Smith of track. She had never enjoyed sex so much in her liveliness, her drumhead tattoos were, at that time, just still visible beneath her returning pilus and she fully lived up to their self-praise. She also decided that she really did bask double penetration and even triple incursion. She still wasn't sure about the tasting of piss, though she decided she might as well drink in the bunch's anyway while she was making her mind up about it, and they did expect it of her.

denim joined a moment gym and, just occasionally, would wander into the sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the in good order panache of swimming costume, her tattoos would get some interesting comments and usually provided her with a new mathematical group of ‘ adventurous'friends with which to pass the evening.

She was both more relaxed and less kind in the situation now that she had developed some, albeit petite, private life and when one of her other better half confessed in a bibulous clip after a particularly successful and lucrative contract had come in that she had a fantasy about being kidnapped and raped, denim had little reluctance in passing over a certain Epistle of James Joseph Smith's business add-in"Let me know how you get on, I might even be persuaded to join you."She slipped her hand across her permanently smooth Mons and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the Au ring and felt where she knew the tattoo was .