blue jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : Introduction, London, the 25th

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

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

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

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

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

Jean Devereaux interrupted."No, I want no check and no foster balance until afterwards. I will be in Prague on the 28th, I will be concluding my business the same day and then staying on for various more than and I should be back in London on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally guarantee my diminished atmospheric condition, including that you will have suitable protection give whenever needed, then I do not want to know anything else. Is that all sort out ?"

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

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

lupus erythematosus than an hour later the contract were in Jean Devereux's hands. She had her PA hold the messenger while she signed them and slipped a large Brown gasbag inside the package before returning it to the courier for livery back.

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

At thirty-seven denim Devereaux was one of the highest paid corporate lawyers in the city. Renowned as being moth-eaten, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Czech capital trip was to finalise one of the great deals in the metropolis at the moment. The business would be over by the end of the 1st day but she had planned to stay on for a few days after as well. The intellection of Jean Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a duet of the Junior in the Office had been heard to notice,"…even the populace's number one ball-buster has to charter a break eventually ”, and it had been four geezerhood since anyone had seen her have any sort of private life at all.




Chapter 2 : Prague, the evening of the 28th

By mid afternoon of the 28th everything had gone exactly as planned, everything was signed and witnessed and everything had been collected to take back to Jack London by special courier. jean Devereaux was back in her five star hotel way by 4:00pm and spent the succeeding three time of day being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Czech capital's most expensive and prestigious eating house. She usually turned heads when she simply walked in the way but tonight, after what she had just earnt in fees, she intended to outshine any other female person in the metropolis.

The restaurant was some 30 minutes outside the metropolis and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the effect as she walked across the hotel lobby was electric, high heels and a farseeing black even wearing apparel split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a small-scale diamond choker and discrete baseball field earrings. After all tonight was her reinforcement and she was still anxious about what she had planned for later in the break.

XX minutes later the car was speeding along through timber. denim Devereaux lazed in the binding, when suddenly the car veered to the side of the road and before she could react both threshold opened and two men jumped in. bare moments later, before she could say anything a knife was at her throat and a blindfold was over her eyes.

In affright she didn't move or say anything. A gag was forced into her mouth and the two men sat one either face of her, she could feel the stop of the knife not quite breaking the tegument but was terrified that a bump on the road would jump it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt like hours until she felt the car deceleration and heard the tyre on crushed rock. 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 pharynx but she knew it was not far away. She was half pushed, one-half pulled for a few base and then felt the warmth as she passed through a door. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a intemperate wooden trading floor and instinctively curled to fetal status, no-one had spoken to her but her intellection ran to how often ransom they would ask and who they would ask it from, despite the"Mrs"she used for stage business she wasn't married and no-one had access code to her assets.

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

"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 kneel location, sitting back on her heels and upright. Her hands were pulled out to the sides and she felt cuffs attached to her wrists and secured to keep her implements of war spread across-the-board. Someone removed her spotter and made an appreciative grumbling"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to piddle herself in awe as her ankle were forced apart and she felt handlock fastened to them. She flexed her pegleg buts couldn't go her ankles 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 teacher allowing her to see for the low gear time since all this had begun. As she blinked to take everything into nidus she took in that she was in a big room furnished only with sofas but on which lounged perhaps a dozen or More men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in blue jean and a waistcoat, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

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

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut short by a slap across the font and a bang 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 time short.

The suit walked around behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneel between her spread ankle joint. He tugged at her garb until it came out from under her human knee and he could raise it over her articulatio coxae. She blushed, she had not worn underclothing because it spoilt the line of the apparel, now she regretted her vanity.

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

She felt manpower region her buttocks and knew he was going to rape her. As she heard the zip and felt his hardness touch her shapely cheek she involuntarily wept a supplicant for saving"Oh my deity no, please. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her legs and probed her dry pussy, she heard the case spit, and then sprinkle again but this time his fingers 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 Virgo the Virgin arsehole"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his hands on her shank and his bastard thrust at her sozzled hole. She clamped up as tight as she could as he thrust again, but for a second only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust hard and tore his way inside. The hurting was beyond anything she could ever have imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a unharmed work party watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His workforce held her besotted 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 deplumate her towards himself as he buried himself deep into her and she wailed as she felt his hot cum defile her. She yelped as he pulled from her and the just went hobble but the felt a hand pull her hair to hale her head backwards, as her mouth opened to groan at the sudden bother she felt his trucking rig hard prick pushed into her lip and wanted to upchuck at the taste of her own son of a bitch and the mere thought of it,

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

The suit withdrew and zipped himself up"I'll see all you guys tomorrow, hopefully with the money. Have fun but remember don't mark her, she has to front presentable when we give her back. And Mrs Devereaux you had effective promise 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 appropriate her and for a brusk while no-one touched her or spoke to her, all she could pick up was a low-altitude controversy amongst the men.

Eventually they must suffer 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 back 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 stomach again and then punched her white meat. She stopped struggling and simply cried as they hit her twice more, always on the body and away from the face.

"Hold her backwards"the 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 spread pegleg and, without warning simply kicked her slit. The scream was flash and continued into a wail. Her abuser laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be promiscuous 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 constringe bench-like affair. Her header fell forwards over one end and her legs hung off the other, just touching the flooring. Her wrists and ankles were fastened to closed chain in the base just outside of the peg down bench's four legs. The unanimous position was incredibly abominable, even the judiciary hurt because it was both too peg down and too short to support her properly and her breasts had been pulled free of her dress and flow down either incline with the bench crushing the place between.

The blindfold was replaced but as it was being put in office 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 megabucks about her shank as the foremost man forced his way into her dry cunt and fucked her backbreaking, every movement pushed her hips into the bench's sharp edges causing Thomas More painfulness. She was determined not to defecate a sound and give them that pleasure. The first ravishment didn't last long and she felt the hot cum coating her insides but no sooner had he finished than a endorse man invaded her and at the same meter someone pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her mouth to breath it was invaded by a foul savouring hard-on. She could smell out the soil 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 bite but she felt a abominable clamp on her ear and an American language stressed voice whisper close to her."That's the snack of a pair of plyers. If my protagonist here, or anyone else so often as look your tooth I promise you that I will pull them out one at a time and savour your riot as I do so ”. The voice was equanimity and so cold, it terrified her and not for an instant did she doubt the threat.

The man in her pussy seemed to be taking forever but the one in her rima oris pushed forward almost into her pharynx and spud his cum deep into her. She swallowed as lots as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly time to quarter breath before someone else was in her mouth and then she felt the cum in her cunt again and another changeover there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her buttocks and then, suddenly, forcing two finger up her anus, a 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 holes, another dirty smelling man in her mouth and another forcing his way into her slit, but this one was huge and she would have got cried out if she hadn't had her mouth broad as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

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

She breathed a short as no-one used her mouth 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 spit. She screamed out and begged him before he had even started, there was just laugh as she felt her ass cheeks pulled apart and a ruggedness against her wrinkled anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was unable to coerce his way in. Then a digit invaded followed by a second gear and a tertiary and a fourth and she felt him simply attract apart the two fingerbreadth of each hand to open her. She was sure as shooting that she would tear and her howler and pleas went unheeded as he pushed his mother fucker against his fingers and then released her sphincter at the same clock time as he thrust forward.

In her whole life sentence Jean Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a drainpipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only hazard how wide she had been stretched to hold him. She wept as he fucked her tough and then harder, each driving force in or extract back causing excruciating pain in the neck and dragging from her the periodic thigh-slapper. The rape went on forever with raucous scuttlebutt in both English and, what she guessed, was the local anaesthetic Czech. Eventually the man's fucking started to speed up and he forced deeper with each thrust and she heard him cry an orgasm as he pumped cum into her dark muddle 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 savor herself and would know that this man had used her cunt and or ass beforehand. How longsighted it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to hear her howler they left her mouth hollow while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her eubstance. 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 power point of a knife a couple of time into her ass brass while he used her cunt. But eventually the frequency of her use began to comfort 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 frigidness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thighs. Her mouthpiece and back talk were also bruised and her jaw suffering from being held undefended for so long, the stickiness had dried on her face and was itching, and she could reek the cum in her hairsbreadth from where some of the men had simply pulled out and fritter themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could see some men still in the room but, from the phone, far less than the before numbers game.

"Let's cane the kick !"It was an English accent, educated, refined and he was excited about his idea. The mutter 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 squall and see you bleed. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His spokesperson 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 physical contact, and then the Same again, she began to conceive 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 tail end.

Again it hit her and she lifted her question, 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 puff hit her in pure timing, two men, one on each side. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her voice was hoarse from belly laugh and her bust simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the first time she had felt bother as hand had roamed over her bruised keister, the second base time was simply so that two men could use her bitch, obviously excited by her trial by ordeal. Eventually the torture stopped and all she could feel was a burning warmth from her backside and pep pill second joint, even when someone moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could feel was the pain of the physical contact, her anus simply opened to its abuser like a flower, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could peg teat to the bench ?"A foreign dialect

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

"Why not simply slit off pap in that case. I have knife. Or even whole breast ?"

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

There were murmurings of concord and Jean felt a handwriting stroke a contribution of her fuzz and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

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

She felt him step back and then a affectionate liquidness spraying onto her nous and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in pity and mortification. When he had finished he made her drink the last bead from him and walked back past her pulling off her blindfold as her did so.

She looked around to see a humble 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 form of retribution.

The light was turned off and the inkiness was total. denim Devereaux sobbed in pain and panic and at the touch sensation of tot helplessness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prague, the 29th.

blue jean had no estimate how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a fusillade of light as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely same labourer. She had no mind how long she had slept but caught a coup d'oeil of daylight through the out-of-doors door as the hold out one entered. All walked straight across the room and she suddenly remembered that her bitch and ass were exposed behind her and that she must throw looked like the flash fancy woman on the streets.

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

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

She felt a hardness against her wound cunt lips and was penetrated. The nookie was brutal but mercifully dead. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their turn. Her carpus hurt and her ankles trauma and her stomach hurt and she was being gang raped again. The first man ceded his place to the second and then to the thirdly, the fourth part, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced open the dry kettle of fish 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 other three men, including the Englishman, enter, she only became cognisant of them when the rapists left and gave him their thanks.

"trade good cockcrow Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered couch a few feet to the side of her"We have sent a message to your partner in Jack London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do desire they do not respond too fast because I have a act of concerned political party who wish to see you over the succeeding few days.

"You can't. You can't preserve me here for mean solar day. I'll die, you'll kill me. Please I can't endure this."

"Oh you won't die I can reassure 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 athirst she was, she was thirsty too but far more she was athirst. 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 straw into it from a packet that was alongside. She then looked in horror as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to piss into the ice, he nearly filled the unscathed dry pint glass and then stuck it under her fount with the straw within reach. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her principal away.

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

"piece of tail off you sick bastard."

He laughed and motioned for the glassful to be put back onto the shelf."When you beg me I will allow you to wassail it. Now I need a practiced morn fuck."

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her tooth and the nuisance bedcover through her when he pulled apart her put up buttocks. Without cookery and with only the cum of her originally raper to ease himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to make no advance 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 client 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 lack of hope.

The three then pulled a table to within some six feet of her, found some chairs from somewhere and pulled out a pack of card game. The Englishman sat quietly while his two comrades carried in three crateful and then returned with a quarter man and more beer.

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

"I guess but make it quick"

Jean had become just a piece of essence to be fucked as a prelude to a game of cards and she soon received the 6th load of cum in her vagina in the short time since she had been awoken. He returned, took his mitt of card and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the next hours assorted 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 attempt to cause her infliction and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often Thomas More. One man, in barely tonic 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 hands to use her and as metre wore on Jean lost count of how many men had come and gone and how many times she had been raped. She no longer resisted nor reacted to the various nookie unless they were spectacularly brutal and by evening, as she judged it by the differing light when the door opened she was barely witting of what was happening to her. She had begged for a drink at one degree and, despite wanting to contrive up at the mere intellection, had drunk the now-cold piss with relish and after, another load of make water heterosexual person from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a only man came in pulling a large metal handcart. She watched the Englishman go over his sentry."Seven on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

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

Jean's Hope at his gossip disappeared. When she first heard his accent she had believed he might help her, his mental attitude and wrangle stressed she should think again on that one.

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

"And ?"

"Okay."

dungaree gritted her tooth again wondering what this new straining was to be but for perhaps five instant she was untasted, just the noise of movement and unpacking. She was afraid to look cycle. Then the buzzing. She knew that phone 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 appease still or this could take twice as long.

Compared to the earlier pains, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her garb away up her back and began a tattoo on her lower rachis, almost on the top of her buttocks. The time seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to hump her ass ‘ working this finis 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 interfere with the piece of work'he had said.

Eventually he finished and jean just hurt, right across her downhearted 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 60 minutes, she had, she knew pissed herself once, no-one had either noticed or cared, she knew she already stank of stale piddle so a minuscule more than made no difference.

The tattooist stood back and whistled appreciatively at his employment."You'll have to turn her over before I can do the nominal head, you know."

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

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

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

The tattooist entered Jean's vagina so easily. It was opened from constant use and the cum that was constantly being put up there kept her lubricated even if she felt nil but ignominy and fear. He took his clock time but eventually sprout mystifying inside her. She said naught and just allowed the abuse now, it had become commonplace.

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

"Was busy in shop."Obviously a local anesthetic

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

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new arrival pulled a small table to alongside dungaree facial expression and she watched in close up as he took out scissors, a razor and various other items from a case. minute later he started to cut her prospicient dark hair close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more in all likelihood, just didn't care. 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 operation to ensure that nix remained.

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

The Barber walked to jean's bitch 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 slight stubble beginning to acquire back now. She just assumed that he would shave her placid again.

She felt a dusty sticky emollient being bed cover over her lower orbit, from her anus to above her mons and onto the tip of her thigh either side of meat. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his finger inside her trap in a way that made Jean feel ashamed. The whole procedure though took only a few minutes. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no fuck other jam for couple of hours and you clean cream off 1st or it hurt you as well. It take another few mo to start working properly."

‘ Hurt you as well ?'Jean's head raced. What did he signify. Her nous raced as this rock oil yokel pulled up her trim headway and pushed himself into her mouth and throat. He held her either side of her grimace and simply fucked as if he were fucking a lady of pleasure's cunt, hard and deep. Jean wanted to croak 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 palpate zip but a gentle warmth around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the barber took his fee from the Englishman, the warmth grew hotter until it soon felt as though someone had a blowtorch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to stop. The burning seemed to go on forever but eventually the heat died away and she screamed at everyone and no-one"Now what have you bastards done to me ?"

"Mrs Devereaux, your voice communication is quite immoderate"his voice was still totally unemotional"we have merely made your lifespan a little comfortable. The solution which my friend used is a very expensive, very unique formula, it simply means that you will never get any hair in the area again, it has merely burnt away all hair follicles. You no longer have to plane and are now nicely smooth at all times. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its time. Clean her up and whoremonger, you can do the future tattoo now."

dungaree was held by fear as she felt the tattooist beginning work again but this time on the back of her head. Amazingly it didn't detriment 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 thirsty to resist now and she was refastened on her back with her legs in the air, open wide in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her coat of arms repositioned backwards onto the like fastening as before.

Over the succeeding various time of day Jean watched as the tattooist added something to her mons and then screamed constantly as he tattooed around her aureole. She couldn't see what he was doing, her perspective didn't allow for it. He completed his body of work by adding another tattoo just above where her hair should have been on her os frontale."Just the annulus now, gods I'm tired"

band ? RING ? now what were they going to do but jean already felt that her body had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him pull at her clitoris tough and President Pierce it with a needle. The pain in the neck was little more than that from and injection but when he added what was obviously the"ring"she could sense 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 outcry it a day."

One of the men proceeded to fee Jean loot opus by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink clear moth-eaten 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 ohmic resistance now, it simply opened to their pressure, and she no longer made any attempt to refuse her debasement.





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

The following morning was the same as the day before. The men, the card tabular array. It only changed as flow of others came in, each put something on the mesa 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 together a raw, fully shaven Englishwoman.

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

"Okay. face lifting her up."

The circuit card players released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her stage simply wouldn't support her and two of the men had to beak her up and take hold her under her armpits. Her wrist joint were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her head and the cuffs fastened to a pulley. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her drumhead hung and she couldn't even summon the will power to see up as they took the crumble defiled remains of her dress from her and, for the low sentence, she was actually defenseless except for the deplumate stockings and, she realised incongruently, her high heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you desire from me ? What are you going to do ?"dungaree's vocalisation was plaintive, miserable and crying flowed freely.

"That is very simpleton Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to hear you call and see you bleed. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw blood, and maybe a little longer and then enjoy your various hollow again."He turned to the others"Begin"

Jean heard the shot of a lash and turned to see one of the men with a long bullwhip to on e side of her, she looked to the other and saw a indorsement. She screamed as the first of all nose candy hit and she screamed throughout the whipping. 24 snow from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the simple word"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a scream from her despite the constant use that hole had received. The others also took their good turn in raping her while she hung incapacitated including, for the first clock time, two of the men entering her front and back simultaneously. She could almost have enjoyed that feeling under other circumstances, 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 legs from her victimized holes, there seemed to be so much of it. She felt a sharp stab 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 : Czech capital, the 1st.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the same room and the same painful, restrictive bondage, but she was warm up, she was comfortable even if every portion of her physical structure distress like hell. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her start opinion said it had been a incubus but the painfulness in her trunk said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the toilet to look in the mirror, the sight that greeted her made her almost collapse in horror and she slapped her manus across her mouth to stifle a screaming. Her heading was, as she had expected, totally bald, across the front, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"whore"in black letters maybe and inch and a half high. Her mamilla had an artistic scroll pattern tattooed around the exterior of each aureole. The parole rapine MY snatch ran across her mons veneris and a hard gold hoop, almost an inch in diameter pierced her hood. She span around in social club to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her depleted rachis and"CUM slut"across the back of her head. Her nates were almost black with bruising from the cane and her hale body from neck to knees showed the sign of the zodiac of the debacle she had received, with small lines of rake where the hide 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 short unrestrained to retrieve that it opened easily at her hint,"like that of a inexpensive whore"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her finger slipped inside.

The police, I must phone the police. And tell them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she want to bear up in motor hotel and go through the details ? Would she desire everyone knowing the marks she carried. She stumbled back to the bedroom and only then saw the envelope upon the table and the two packets alongside, one somewhat larger than the other.

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

lamb Mrs Devereaux

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

I will contact you again upon your counter to London but in the meantime I would suggest that you keep the movies in the enclosed packet in a safe berth. I have enclosed saucer of the full phase of the moon period together with edited copies with the quieter times taken out to concentrate on the more interesting episodes. Your lookout man and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the autonomy of having your own hair made up into a wig which you will find in the secondment parcel accompanying this alphabetic character. Your own haircloth will, of course, turn back to cover the more obvious, and publicly visible, Mark of your experience, unless you choose to keep your head shaven naturally.

The depilation of your more private orbit 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 care, although I think you would agree that such an action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James Smith




Chapter 5 : Postscript, London

dungaree Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his friends, on only a single occasion, in London and arranged by St. James the Apostle Julia Evelina Smith of course. She had never enjoyed sex so much in her life-time, her mind tattoos were, at that time, just still visible beneath her returning hair and she fully lived up to their self-praise. She also decided that she really did enjoy doubly insight and even triple insight. She still wasn't sure about the gustatory sensation of pissing, though she decided she might as well drink the gang's anyway while she was making her nous up about it, and they did expect it of her.

Jean joined a moment gym and, just occasionally, would roll into the Sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the right style of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some interesting gossip and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventurous'protagonist with which to spend the eve.

She was both more relaxed and less tolerant in the berth now that she had developed some, albeit bantam, private liveliness and when one of her other mate confessed in a boozy clip after a particularly successful and remunerative contract had come in that she had a illusion about being kidnapped and raped, jean had lilliputian hesitation in passing over a sealed James Julia Evelina Smith's business card"Let me know how you get on, I might even be persuaded to bring together you."She slipped her script across her permanently suave Mons and felt a frisant of hullabaloo as she touched the gold doughnut and felt where she knew the tattoo was .