jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : Introduction, capital of the United Kingdom, the 25th

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

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

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

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

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

dungaree Devereaux interrupted."No, I want no check and no further correspondence until afterwards. I will be in Praha on the 28th, I will be concluding my business the like day and then staying on for various Thomas More and I should be back in London on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally warrant my belittled conditions, including that you will have suitable protective covering present whenever needed, then I do not want to know anything else. Is that all exonerated ?"

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

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

Less than an minute later the declaration were in blue jean Devereux's hand. She had her PA hold the messenger while she signed them and slipped a heavy brown envelope inside the package before returning it to the messenger for delivery back.

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

At 37 Jean Devereaux was one of the highest bear corporal lawyers in the City. Renowned as being inhuman, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Czech capital trip was to finalise one of the declamatory muckle in the metropolis at the moment. The business would be over by the end of the first day but she had planned to ride out on for a few years after as well. The thought of blue jean Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a duet of the Jr in the Office had been heard to notice,"…even the world's number one ball-buster has to take a break eventually ”, and it had been four years since anyone had seen her have any sort of private biography at all.




Chapter 2 : Prag, the evening 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 choose back to British capital by special messenger. denim Devereaux was back in her five star hotel way by 4:00pm and spent the following three time of day being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Prague's most expensive and prestigious 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 other female in the City.

The restaurant was some thirty minutes outside the metropolis and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the effect as she walked across the hotel hall was electric, high heel and a long pitch-dark evening dress split up to the thigh, minimal jewelry, just a pocket-size diamond throttler and discrete diamond earrings. After all tonight was her advantage and she was still nervous about what she had planned for later in the break.

Twenty minutes later the car was speeding along through afforest. Jean Devereaux lazed in the back, when suddenly the car veered to the position of the road and before she could react both door opened and two men jumped in. mere moments later, before she could say anything a knife was at her throat and a blindfold was over her eyes.

In terror she didn't move or say anything. A gag was forced into her mouthpiece and the two men sat one either English of her, she could feel the point of the knife not quite breaking the pelt but was terrified that a swelling on the road would jump it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt like 60 minutes until she felt the car slowing and heard the tyres on gravel. The car came to a halt and she heard the door open, 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 foot and then felt the heat as she passed through a room access. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a difficult wooden level and instinctively curled to foetal office, 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.

hand dragged her to her genu and for the for the first time time she dared to mouth"What, what do you desire ?"

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

Jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneel position, sitting back on her hound and upright. Her workforce were pulled out to the English and she felt turnup attached to her wrists and secured to keep her weapons system spread full. Someone removed her spotter and made an appreciative murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to puddle herself in fear as her mortise joint were forced apart and she felt turnup fastened to them. She flexed her peg buts couldn't prompt her ankle joint either way, they had been connected with some form of self-colored bar keeping them about two feet apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her head allowing her to see for the first gear time since all this had begun. As she blinked to institute everything into focus she took in that she was in a large way furnished only with sofas but on which lounged perhaps a twelve or Thomas More men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in blue jean and a vest, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a ruckle English accent"fountainhead I guess that you will be worth at to the lowest degree 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 handwriting you back so I guess that the guys and I are going to have some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut short by a slap across the typeface and a boot 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 receive 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 paste ankles. He tugged at her dress until it came out from under her knee and he could enkindle it over her hips. She blushed, she had not worn underclothing because it spoilt the line of the dress, now she regretted her vanity.

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

She felt work force part her buttocks and knew he was going to dishonour her. As she heard the zip and felt his hardness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a petition for saving"Oh my gods no, delight. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her legs and probed her dry cunt, she heard the courtship spit, and then spew again but this time his finger smeared the hot sticky saliva 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 snap a virgin bunghole"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his hired hand on her waist and his peter driving force at her tight hole. She clamped up as pissed as she could as he thrust again, but for a bit only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust toilsome and tore his way inside. The pain in the neck was beyond anything she could ever have got 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 hands held her tight and her thralldom prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the pain increased until she felt him pull her towards himself as he buried himself deep into her and she wailed as she felt his hot cum defile her. She yelped as he pulled from her and the just went hitch but the felt a hand pull her hair to wedge her head backwards, as her sassing opened to moan at the sudden painfulness she felt his trailer truck hard cock pushed into her mouth and wanted to retch at the penchant of her own shit and the simple thought of it,

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

The lawsuit withdrew and zipped himself up"I'll see all you guys tomorrow, hopefully with the money. Have fun but remember don't print her, she has to seem presentable when we give her spine. And Mrs Devereaux you had better 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 countenance her and for a short while no-one touched her or rundle to her, all she could see was a subordinate disputation amongst the men.

Eventually they must have come to a decision because she watched four of them walk to her and release her wrists. 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 abdomen and collapsed, held only by the two men either incline. 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.

"handgrip her backwards"the side was heavily accented as she was held but as though she were to be dragged somewhere. The man who had spoken stepped close to her ranch legs and, without warning simply kicked her cunt. The scream was gaudy and continued into a plaint. 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 underground, indeed was incapable of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a narrow bench-like affair. Her head fell forwards over one end and her legs hung off the other, just touching the floor. Her wrists and mortise joint were fastened to rings in the flooring just outside of the narrow bench's four leg. The whole position was incredibly dreadful, even the work bench detriment because it was both too narrow and too unawares to corroborate her properly and her breast had been pulled free of her dress and hang down either side with the workbench crushing the distance between.

The blindfold was replaced but as it was being put in stead 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 dress was pulled up and gathered in a bundle about her waistline as the beginning man forced his way into her dry cunt and fucked her hard, every campaign pushed her hips into the bench's shrill edges causing more than pain. She was determined not to defecate a strait and yield them that pleasure. The start rape didn't last long and she felt the hot cum coat her interior but no sooner had he finished than a second man invaded her and at the Sami clock time someone pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her backtalk to breath it was invaded by a foul tasting hard-on. She could smell the filth and Diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her mouth in time with the man in her cunt.

Her first inherent aptitude was to prick but she felt a atrocious clinch on her ear and an American accented voice whisper conclude to her."That's the sharpness of a pair of pliers. If my admirer here, or anyone else so much as feels your dentition I promise you that I will pull up them out one at a time and enjoy your shriek as I do so ”. The interpreter was quiet and so cold, it terrified her and not for an split second 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 throat and film his cum deep into her. She swallowed as much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly time to trace breath before soul else was in her mouth and then she felt the cum in her cunt again and another conversion there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her buttocks and then, suddenly, forcing two fingerbreadth up her anus, a movement that made him hollo his orgasm at almost the same clip 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 cunt, but this one was vast and she would have cried out if she hadn't had her mouth full as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

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

She breathed a niggling as no-one used her oral cavity this time and she had only the hugeness in her pussy moving slowly, deliberately in and out. Then he stopped and withdrew, she hadn't felt his cum but thought that maybe she was getting desensitised to it. Then she felt a drip onto her ass and heard him spit. She screamed out and begged him before he had even started, there was just laugh as she felt her ass face pulled apart and a rigour against her ruckle anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was ineffective to force his way in. Then a digit invaded followed by a second and a tierce and a fourth and she felt him simply extract apart the two fingers of each hand to open her. She was certain that she would snap and her screeching and supplication went ignored as he pushed his prick against his digit and then released her sphincter at the Sami prison term as he thrust forward.

In her all life 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 guess how wide she had been stretched to fit him. She wept as he fucked her hard and then harder, each jabbing in or tear back causing excruciating pain and dragging from her the occasional scream. The rape went on forever with strident comments in both English and, what she guessed, was the local Czechoslovakian. Eventually the man's fucking started to hurry up and he forced deeper with each poking and she heard him cry an orgasm as he pumped cum into her dark hole for what seemed like forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with soul in her mouth as well and sometimes he could taste herself and would do it that this man had used her cunt and or ass beforehand. How yearn it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to take heed her riot they left her mouth empty while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her body. The plyers 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 stick or the point of a knife a couple of fourth dimension into her ass cheek while he used her cunt. But eventually the frequency of her use began to relieve off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in agony along the bench.

blue jean Devereaux could feel cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping receptive as she could sense the coldness inside. Her bitch was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her second joint. Her mouth and lips were also bruised and her jaw damage from being held open for so long, the stickiness had dried on her aspect and was itching, and she could smell the cum in her hair from where some of the men had simply pulled out and guess themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could get word some men still in the elbow room but, from the sounds, far LE than the earlier numbers.

"Let's cane the kick !"It was an English accent, educated, refined and he was excited about his mind. 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 get wind you scream and see you shed blood. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His voice 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 laughter at her reactions. 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 nous, tried to deplume away from the pain, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the other side. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the blast hit her in hone timing, two men, one on each side. How many prison term they hit her she didn't know, her vocalisation was hoarse from screams and her tears simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the first metre she had felt pain as hired hand had roamed over her bruise buttocks, the sec 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 hotness 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 down nipples to the bench ?"A foreign accent

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

"Why not simply slice up off nipples in that vitrine. I have knife. Or even whole bosom ?"

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

There were mussitation of correspondence and Jean felt a script stroke a part of her hair 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 step back and then a affectionate liquidity spraying onto her head and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in disgrace and humiliation. When he had finished he made her drink the endure drops 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 coats and starting to entrust. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply bring in her some manakin of retribution.

The luminosity was turned off and the lightlessness was total. Jean Devereaux sobbed in pain and terror and at the feeling of sum up helplessness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Czech capital, the 29th.

blue jean had no mind 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 similar labourer. She had no estimation how long she had slept but caught a glimpse of day through the outdoors door as the last one entered. All walked neat across the room and she suddenly remembered that her cunt and ass were exposed behind her and that she must own looked like the tacky whore 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 bruised twat rim and was penetrated. The nooky was brutal but mercifully short circuit. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their play. Her wrists distress and her ankles trauma and her tummy injury and she was being gang raped again. The foremost man ceded his place to the second and then to the tertiary, the twenty-five percent, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced outdoors the dry hole 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 aware of them when the raper left and gave him their thanks.

"Good good morning Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered sofa a few feet to the slope of her"We have sent a message to your pardner in Jack 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 interest party who wish to see you over the next few days.

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

"Oh you won't die I can see 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 hungry too but far Sir Thomas More she was hungry. She saw him give a signal to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a dirty glass from a shelf and put a chaff into it from a packet that was alongside. She then looked in horror as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to piss into the crank, he nearly filled the whole dry pint deoxyephedrine and then stuck it under her boldness with the straw within reach. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her foreland away.

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

"Fuck off you sick bastard."

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

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her teeth and the painfulness spread through her when he pulled apart her sack buttocks. Without training and with only the cum of her in the beginning raper 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 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 table to within some six feet of her, found some death chair from somewhere and pulled out a pack of menu. The Englishman sat quietly while his two comrade carried in three crate and then returned with a fourth man and more beer.

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

"I guess but make it quick"

Jean had become just a piece of gist to be fucked as a prelude to a plot of board and she soon received the sixth load of cum in her vagina in the short time since she had been awoken. He returned, took his handwriting of cards and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the next hours various men arrived, spoke to the Englishman in every instance and then fucked her, usually vaginally but sometimes orally and sometimes anally. She was now so bruised vaginally that any penetration caused pain and discomfort, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate try to cause her painfulness and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often more. One man, in barely punctuate American English told her that he had managed to get two finger and himself up her ass as she screamed at the pain of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between work force to use her and as time wore on dungaree lost tally of how many men had come and gone and how many prison term 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 light when the door opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a deglutition at one full point and, despite wanting to throw up at the bare thought, had drunk the now-cold weewee with zestfulness and after, another burden of piss straight from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a lonely man came in pulling a heavy alloy cart. She watched the Englishman check into his watch."Seven on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

"Yup. About two to three hours. Normally I would indicate several session but in these especial case where the cocotte is of no concern…"

denim's hopes at his comment disappeared. When she first heard his accent she had believed he might help her, his mental attitude and speech stressed she should recall again on that one.

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

"And ?"

"Okay."

Jean gritted her tooth again wondering what this new straining was to be but for perhaps five mo she was unaffected, just the disturbance of campaign and unpacking. She was afraid to look round. Then the buzzing. She knew that audio 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 dewy-eyed recommendation from the tattooist that she should stay still or this could take away twice as long.

Compared to the before painful sensation, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her dress away up her back and began a tattoo on her bring down back, almost on the top of her tail end. The time seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to fuck her ass ‘ working this finish was just too very much'he explained, as much to her as to the Englishman, but apart from that continued, not even taking a beer ‘ might interpose with the work'he had said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Was busy in shop."Obviously a local

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

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new reaching pulled a small table to alongside jean face and she watched in close up as he took out scissors, a razor and various other items from a case. second later he started to cut her long darkness tomentum close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more likely, just didn't guardianship. Methodically he proceeded to cut her 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 foreland close and then repeated the operation to ensure that nothing remained.

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

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

She felt a stale sticky emollient being bed covering over her grim sphere, from her anus to above her mons and onto the height 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 process though took only a few minutes. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no fuck other holes for couple of time of day and you clean cream off initiative or it hurt you as well. It take another few minutes to start working properly."

‘ Hurt you as well ?'jean's psyche raced. What did he mean. Her psyche raced as this crude yokel pulled up her shaven brain and pushed himself into her sassing and throat. He held her either English of her face and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's bitch, backbreaking and late. dungaree wanted to expire but it didn't close 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 finger naught but a entitle warmness 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 somebody had a blowtorch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to stop. The burning seemed to go on forever but eventually the heat energy died away and she screamed at everyone and no-one"Now what have you bastards done to me ?"

"Mrs Devereaux, your language is quite immoderate"his part was still totally unemotional"we have merely made your life a little easier. The solution which my supporter used is a very expensive, very unique formula, it simply means that you will never spring up any hair in the part again, it has merely burnt away all hair follicles. You no longer have to shave and are now nicely smooth at all times. Isn't that a incentive ?"He paused"Its had its time. houseclean her up and John, you can do the succeeding tattoo now."

Jean was held by fright as she felt the tattooist commencement work again but this time on the back of her head. Amazingly it didn't injury as a good deal 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 thirsty to reject now and she was refastened on her back with her legs in the air, undecided wide-cut in a lewd ‘ 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 lieu didn't allow for it. He completed his work by adding another tattoo just above where her hair should have got been on her forehead."Just the pack now, gods I'm tired"

tintinnabulation ? 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 pull at her clitoris hood and President Pierce it with a needle. The pain was little more than than that from and injection but when he added what was obviously the"ring"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 birdcall it a day."

One of the men proceeded to tip Jean simoleons while by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink clean coldness body of water. 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 electrical resistance now, it simply opened to their pressure, and she no longer made any attempt to dissent her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Prague, the 30th.

The following morning was the same 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 care, twenty, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to sleep with a bare, fully knock off Englishwoman.

The Englishman arrived later than everyone else and as the waiting line of customer seemed to cause ended.

"Okay. Lift her up."

The lineup players released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her legs simply wouldn't support her and two of the men had to pick her up and hold her under her axilla. Her radiocarpal joint were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her header and the cuff fastened to a pulley-block. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her pass hung and she couldn't even summon the willpower to wait up as they took the crumpled defiled cadaver of her dress from her and, for the first 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 desire from me ? What are you going to do ?"Jean's voice was plaintive, pitiful and snag flowed freely.

"That is very simple Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to hear you holler and see you hemorrhage. What we are going to do is rack up you to until we draw blood, and maybe a small long and then enjoy your respective pickle again."He turned to the others"Begin"

jean heard the go of a party whip and turned to see one of the men with a longsighted bullwhip to on e side of meat of her, she looked to the other and saw a second. She screamed as the first blow hit and she screamed throughout the whipping. two dozen bump from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the childlike word"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a scream from her despite the changeless use that jam had received. The others also took their routine in raping her while she hung helpless including, for the first time, two of the men entering her front end and back simultaneously. She could almost have enjoyed that feeling under early lot, so full moon and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her decent, and she realised that near had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could feel cum running down her legs from her habituate mess, there seemed to be so much of it. She felt a discriminating twinge in her will 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 : Czech capital, the 1st.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the same room and the same painful, restrictive bondage, but she was warm, she was comfy even if every part of her physical structure damage like hell. 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 dead body said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to reckon in the mirror, the sight that greeted her made her almost collapse in revulsion and she slapped her hand across her lip to stifle a scream. Her head was, as she had expected, totally bald, across the front, just above the hairline, was tattooed the Scripture"prostitute"in black letter maybe and inch and a one-half mellow. Her nipples had an artistic scroll pattern tattooed around the outside of each glory. The Logos RAPE MY CUNT ran across her Monday and a laboured gold ring, almost an in in diameter pierced her lens hood. She span around in order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her depress back and"CUM SLUT"across the rear of her head. Her buttocks were almost black with bruising from the cane and her whole dead body from neck to knees showed the mark of the whipping she had received, with small cable of stock where the peel had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its smoothness but then felt fresh cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her back had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Saami but was horrified and more than a little excited to find oneself that it opened easily at her skin senses,"like that of a sleazy whore"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her finger slipped inside.

The police, I must earpiece the police. And tell apart them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she require to stand up in court of law and go through the inside information ? Would she want everyone knowing the fool she carried. She stumbled back to the bedroom and only then saw the gasbag upon the mesa and the two bundle alongside, one somewhat larger than the other.

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

lamb Mrs Devereaux

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

I will contact you again upon your return to London but in the meanwhile I would suggest that you keep the movies in the enclosed packet in a good place. I have enclosed saucer of the full flow together with edited copies with the quieter times taken out to centralize on the more interesting episode. Your spotter and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the autonomy of having your own hairsbreadth made up into a wig which you will find in the secondly parcel accompanying this letter of the alphabet. Your own pilus will, of course of action, grow back to plow the more obvious, and publicly visible, cross of your experience, unless you choose to keep your school principal shaven naturally.

The epilation of your more private areas is perm and I am guessing that you will not wish to exhibit those stain very often. They could be removed with cosmetic surgical procedure should you wish, although I think you would check that such an action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James Bessie Smith




Chapter 5 : PS, London

Jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his friends, on only a single social function, in capital of the United Kingdom and arranged by Henry James Smith of track. She had never enjoyed sex so much in her liveliness, her promontory tattoos were, at that prison term, just still seeable beneath her returning hair and she fully lived up to their boast. She also decided that she really did savour image penetration and even triple penetration. She still wasn't sure about the taste of piss, though she decided she might as well fuddle the gang's anyway while she was making her nous up about it, and they did require it of her.

denim joined a second gym and, just occasionally, would wander into the Sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the right panache of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some interesting comments and usually provided her with a new chemical group of ‘ adventurous'champion with which to drop the evening.

She was both more unstrain and less broad in the office now that she had developed some, albeit midget, individual lifespan 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 slight faltering in passing over a sure Saint James the Apostle Smith's business card"Let me cognise how you get on, I might even be persuaded to join you."She slipped her hired man across her permanently smooth mons pubis and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the amber ring and felt where she knew the tattoo was .