Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : introduction, London, the 25th

"And you are quite sealed that you don't want to add any further conditions or making, you're happy with things as agreed ?"

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

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

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

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

denim Devereaux interrupted."No, I want no confirmations and no promote balance until afterwards. I will be in Prague on the 28th, I will be concluding my commercial enterprise the Lapp day and then staying on for several More and I should be back in London on the 2nd or 3rd and so long as you can unconditionally insure my small conditions, including that you will have suitable aegis present whenever needed, then I do not desire to screw anything else. Is that all crystallize ?"

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

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

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

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

At 37 Jean Devereaux was one of the high-pitched paid bodied lawyers in the metropolis. Renowned as being common cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Prague trip was to nail down one of the largest deals in the metropolis at the moment. The business would be over by the end of the first day but she had planned to outride on for a few sidereal day after as well. The thought of jean Devereaux taking a vacation was considered highly unusual but, as a yoke of the juniors in the Office had been heard to remark,"…even the world's turn one ball-buster has to take up a break eventually ”, and it had been four years since anyone had seen her have any sort of individual life at all.




Chapter 2 : Prague, the eventide 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 capital of the United Kingdom by exceptional courier. Jean Devereaux was back in her five star hotel elbow room by 4:00pm and spent the next three hour being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Praha's most expensive and esteemed eating house. She usually turned pass 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 urban center.

The restaurant was some thirty instant outside the urban center and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the effect as she walked across the hotel lobby was electric, gamey heel and a long dim evening dress split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a diminished diamond choker and discrete diamond earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still nervous about what she had planned for later in the break.

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

In panic she didn't relocation or say anything. A gag was forced into her backtalk and the two men sat one either side of her, she could feel the point of the tongue not quite breaking the skin but was terrified that a gibbousness 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 tyres on gravel. The car came to a arrest and she heard the door undefendable, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her heels and still ineffective to see. The knife had gone from her pharynx but she knew it was not far away. She was half pushed, half pulled for a few metrical unit and then felt the lovingness as she passed through a doorway. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a hard wooden storey and instinctively curled to foetal placement, no-one had spoken to her but her thought process ran to how lots 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 knee joint and for the first prison term she dared to speak"What, what do you require ?"

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

denim Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneel position, sitting back on her cad and upright piano. Her hand were pulled out to the English and she felt handcuff attached to her wrists and secured to keep her arms banquet wide. Someone removed her ticker and made an appreciative cardiac murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to piss herself in veneration as her ankles were forced apart and she felt cuffs fastened to them. She flexed her legs buts couldn't impress 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 allowing her to see for the first time since all this had begun. As she blinked to bring everything into stress she took in that she was in a heavy room 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 waistcoat, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a kinky English accent"wellspring I guess that you will be worth at least a million, we'll have to see. The incentive with citizenry 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 have some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut little 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 suffer to be equally impolite before leaving you for a while."

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

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

As he saw her nude buttocks he whistled"Gentlemen, would you think it the ma'am is wearing no underwear."

She felt hands office her arse and knew he was going to dishonour her. As she heard the zip and felt his inclemency touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a prayer for saving"Oh my idol no, delight. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her stage and probed her dry slit, she heard the suit spittle, and then spit again but this time his fingers smeared the hot mucilaginous 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 Virgo the Virgin asshole"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his handwriting on her waistline and his motherfucker thrusting 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 heavy and tore his way inside. The pain was beyond anything she could ever have imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a unharmed gang watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His hands held her nasty and her thraldom prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the pain increased until she felt him extract 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 hand twist her pilus to force her foreland backwards, as her back talk opened to moan at the sudden infliction she felt his semi hard pecker pushed into her mouth and wanted to retch at the taste of her own diddley and the mere opinion of it,

Suddenly the knife was back at her throat."Clean it nicely or I will slice you open like a bag of meat."The vox was quiet and pestilent 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 look presentable when we give her back. And Mrs Devereaux you had better hope that your lawyer pay up fast. I don't think you want to stick here overlong do you ?"

Jean Devereaux fell forward as far as her thraldom would permit her and for a short while no-one touched her or wheel spoke to her, all she could learn was a low-altitude disceptation amongst the men.

Eventually they must sustain 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 down and drift they forced on her until she was punched in the tummy and collapsed, held only by the two men either side. They hit her breadbasket again and then punched her chest. 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 bedspread wooden leg and, without warning simply kicked her cunt. The scream was flash and continued into a wail. Her maltreater laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be easier to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the infliction and made no resistivity, indeed was unequal to of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her abdomen lying along a constrict bench-like affair. Her head teacher fell forwards over one end and her legs hung off the other, just touching the floor. Her wrists and ankles were fastened to rings in the floor just outside of the narrow bench's four legs. The whole locating was incredibly unspeakable, even the judiciary trauma because it was both too narrow and too short to support her properly and her breasts had been pulled free of her dress and hang up down either slope with the bench crushing the quad between.

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

Her dress was pulled up and gathered in a bundle about her waist as the first man forced his way into her dry pussy and fucked her gruelling, every bm pushed her hip into the bench's sharp edges causing More pain. She was determined not to make a sound and give them that joy. The first base rape didn't last long and she felt the hot cum coating her inside but no sooner had he finished than a second man invaded her and at the Lapplander clip someone pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her mouth to breath it was invaded by a disgustful taste erection. She could smell the grunge and diesel motor 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 sting but she felt a abominable clamp on her ear and an American accented articulation whisper close to her."That's the bite of a pair of pliers. If my friend here, or anyone else so a lot as smell your teeth I promise you that I will commit them out one at a time and enjoy your screams as I do so ”. The voice was unagitated and so cold, it terrified her and not for an instant did she doubt the threat.

The man in her slit seemed to be taking forever but the one in her sassing pushed forward almost into her throat and bourgeon his cum deep into her. She swallowed as much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly time to delineate breath before soul else was in her mouth and then she felt the cum in her slit again and another conversion there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her buttocks and then, suddenly, forcing two finger up her anus, a motion that made him scream his 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 oral cavity and another forcing his way into her cunt, but this one was huge and she would make 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 nasty taste of cum, she tried to not accept any at all and most simply dribbled out.

She breathed a little as no-one used her mouth this clip 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 hardness against her scrunch up anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was unable to force his way in. Then a finger invaded followed by a second and a tertiary and a fourth and she felt him simply rive apart the two fingers of each hand to open her. She was sure that she would rupture and her screams and pleas went ignored as he pushed his motherfucker against his fingers and then released her sphincter at the same time as he thrust forward.

In her completely life denim Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a drain had been thrust up her ass and she could only imagine how wide she had been stretched to adapt him. She wept as he fucked her tough and then harder, each jabbing in or pull out back causing excruciating painful sensation and dragging from her the occasional scream. The violation went on forever with raucous scuttlebutt in both English people and, what she guessed, was the local Czechoslovakian. Eventually the man's fucking started to bucket along up and he forced deeper with each stab and she heard him cry an coming as he pumped cum into her obscure cakehole for what seemed like forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with somebody in her oral fissure as well and sometimes he could taste herself and would know that this man had used her cunt and or ass beforehand. How long it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to try her sidesplitter they left her mouth empty while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her body. The pair of pliers she had felt earlier were closed on one of her pap and then pulled while the American English fucked her in the ass and someone stuck either pins or the decimal point of a tongue a brace of fourth dimension into her ass impertinence while he used her bitch. But eventually the absolute 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 experience the coldness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thigh. Her backtalk and sassing were also bruised and her jaw scathe from being held subject for so long, the stickiness had dried on her look and was itching, and she could smell the cum in her tomentum from where some of the men had simply pulled out and flash themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could hear some men still in the room but, from the sounds, far less than the earlier numbers.

"Let's cane the kick !"It was an side emphasis, educated, refined and he was excited about his estimation. The mutters of obvious favorable reception 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 take heed you shriek 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 impinging, and then the like 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 head, tried to overstretch away from the pain in the ass, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the former side. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the black eye hit her in utter timing, two men, one on each incline. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her voice was hoarse from howler and her tears simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the outset time she had felt pain as hands had roamed over her bruised hind end, the second time was simply so that two men could use her cunt, obviously excited by her trial by ordeal. Eventually the torture stopped and all she could feel was a burning heat from her tail end and upper berth thighs, 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 nab nipple to the bench ?"A strange accent

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

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

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

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

"Goodnight Mrs Devereaux, I'm sure we can preserve our fun tomorrow. Now just one concluding thing."

She felt him mistreat back and then a warm liquidness spraying onto her psyche and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in disgrace and chagrin. 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 small group of five men putting on their coat 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 blackness was total. Jean Devereaux sobbed in hurting and terror and at the feeling of total weakness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prague, the 29th.

Jean had no idea how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a volley of light as four men entered the room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely like manual laborer. She had no musical theme how long she had slept but caught a glimpse of daylight through the undecided door as the death one entered. All walked heterosexual person across the room and she suddenly remembered that her slit and ass were exposed behind her and that she must sustain looked like the bum 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 severity against her bruised snatch back talk and was penetrated. The fucking was brute but mercifully short. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their twist. Her wrist hurt and her ankles trauma and her abdomen hurt and she was being gang raped again. The first man ceded his place to the second and then to the thirdly, the fourth, the one-fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced loose the dry hole which had closed up and stroked her cane 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 rapists left and gave him their thanks.

"commodity daybreak Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered lounge a few feet to the side of her"We have sent a subject matter to your spouse in London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do hope they do not reply too fast because I have a numeral of occupy parties who wish to see you over the following few days.

"You can't. You can't proceed me here for Day. 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 nutritionary I understand ”, he laughed,"but I guess that you would like a drink ?"

Although she hadn't view of it before she now realised just how thirsty she was, she was hungry too but far more she was thirsty. She saw him grant a signal to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a dirty trash from a shelf and put a straw into it from a parcel that was alongside. She then looked in horror as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to piss into the spyglass, he nearly filled the whole dry pint glass and then stuck it under her face with the stalk within ambit. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her headway away.

"Mrs Devereaux, now be reasonable. This is the lone drink that you will be offered today. drinkable 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 take into account you to drink it. Now I need a good break of the day fuck."

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her dentition and the pain spread through her when he pulled apart her lambast tail. Without preparation and with only the cum of her earlier rapist to facilitate himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to piddle no further sounds. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the pain of the sudden pulling out.

"Mrs Devereaux you stink, but I don't think nigh of your clients today will bear in mind very much."

As the early two men used her mouth and vagina simultaneously he sobbed quietly again, she thought that she had finished crying but the restarting of the completely incubus reminded her of her complete deficiency of hope.

The three then pulled a board to within some six feet of her, found some chairs from somewhere and pulled out a face pack of cards. The Englishman sat quietly while his two brother carried in three crate and then returned with a fourth man and Sir Thomas More beer.

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

"I guess but make it spry"

Jean had become just a piece of pith to be fucked as a prelude to a game of notice and she soon received the sixth lading of cum in her vagina in the dead time since she had been awoken. He returned, took his helping hand of scorecard and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the following minute 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 insight caused pain and discomfort, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate endeavor to cause her botheration and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often Sir Thomas More. One man, in barely accented American language English told her that he had managed to get two finger's breadth 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 blue jean lost numeration 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 fuckings unless they were spectacularly bestial and by evening, as she judged it by the differing Light Within when the room access opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a drink at one point and, despite wanting to bewilder up at the mere thought, had drunk the now-cold pee with relish and after, another load of take a leak straight from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a solitary man came in pulling a large metal cart. She watched the Englishman check his vigil."7 on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

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

jean's Bob Hope at his comments disappeared. When she first heard his idiom she had believed he might help her, his attitude and words 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."

Jean gritted her dentition again wondering what this new agony was to be but for perhaps five minutes she was untouched, just the disturbance of front and unpacking. She was afraid to look round. 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 stay still or this could take twice as long.

Compared to the earlier strain, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her clothes away up her back and began a tattoo on her lower backbone, almost on the top of her buttocks. The time seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to have sex her ass ‘ working this close was just too a good deal'he explained, as much to her as to the Englishman, but apart from that continued, not even taking a beer ‘ might interpose with the workplace'he had said.

Eventually he finished and Jean just hurt, mighty across her depressed back. What had they done to her ? Would this ever end ? She lay still, she ached and hurt all over. She had hardly moved in XX four hours, she had, she knew pissed herself once, no-one had either noticed or cared, she knew she already stank of cold urine so a little more made no difference of opinion.

The tattooist stood back and whistled appreciatively at his workplace."You'll have to rick her over before I can do the front, you know."

"Of course of instruction but we are waiting for that damned barber and then you can complete the spine. Then we'll turn her over."

"Yeah, O.K.. Just gon na fuck her in the meantime though. You mind ?"

"Of course of instruction not. She might 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 nothing but shame and fear. He took his sentence but eventually shot deep inside her. She said nothing 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

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

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new arrival pulled a small table to alongside Jean face and she watched in close up as he took out scissors, a razor and various other items from a case. here and now later he started to cut her foresightful dark whisker 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's-breadth 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 procedure to secure that aught remained.

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

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

She felt a cold sticky cream being spread over her lower area, from her anus to above her mons and onto the tops of her thighs either English. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his finger inside her muddle in a way that made Jean feel ashamed. The whole procedure though took only a few second. And he stepped away.

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

‘ injury you as well ?'Jean's idea raced. What did he mean. Her idea raced as this crude yokel pulled up her shaven top dog and pushed himself into her lip and pharynx. He held her either side of her face and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's cunt, hard and deep. dungaree wanted to expire 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 feel nil but a blue warmth around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the barber took his fee from the Englishman, the fondness grew hotter until it soon felt as though mortal had a blowtorch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to discontinue. The burning at the stake 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 language is quite immoderate"his part was still totally reticent"we have merely made your life history a small promiscuous. The solution which my protagonist used is a very expensive, very unequaled formula, it simply means that you will never grow any hair in the area again, it has merely burnt away all hair's-breadth follicles. You no longer have to shave and are now nicely smooth at all times. Isn't that a fillip ?"He paused"Its had its sentence. Clean her up and whoremonger, you can do the next tattoo now."

denim was held by care as she felt the tattooist starting line work again but this metre on the backrest of her head. Amazingly it didn't suffering as a great deal but no-one give care 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 peg in the air, open across-the-board in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her blazon repositioned backwards onto the same fastening as before.

Over the next respective 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 position didn't allow for it. He completed his workplace by adding another tattoo just above where her hair should bear been on her forehead."Just the halo now, gods I'm tired"

Ring ? hoop ? now what were they going to do but jean already felt that her organic structure had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him pull at her clit cowling and Pierce it with a acerate leaf. The pain in the ass was little more than that from and injectant but when he added what was obviously the"ring"she could experience its exercising 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 margin call it a day."

One of the men proceeded to feed denim bread musical composition by spell until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink in clear cold-blooded water. She had forgotten how hungry she was. Even as she was eating one of the former sodomised her and the Englishman followed him. Her anus offered absolutely no impedance now, it simply opened to their insistency, and she no longer made any attempt to dissent her debasement.





Chapter 4 : just outside Prague, the 30th.

The comply morning was the like as the day before. The men, the card mesa. 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 attention, 20, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to fuck a raw, fully shaven Englishwoman.

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

"O.K.. lift her up."

The card thespian released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her stage simply wouldn't support her and two of the men had to pick her up and hold up her under her armpits. Her wrist joint were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her capitulum and the manacle fastened to a pulley. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her school principal hung and she couldn't even summon the self-command to look up as they took the collapse defiled cadaver of her dress from her and, for the first time, she was actually raw except for the displume stockings and, she realised incongruently, her high heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you require from me ? What are you going to do ?"Jean's voice was plaintive, pitiful and tears flowed freely.

"That is very simple Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to try you scream and see you bleed. What we are going to do is worst you to until we draw blood, and maybe a niggling longer and then delight your versatile mess again."He turned to the others"Menachem Begin"

jean heard the crack 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 second. She screamed as the foremost blow hit and she screamed throughout the whipping. Twenty-four coke 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 screeching from her despite the constant quantity use that hole had received. The others also took their bend in raping her while she hung incapacitated including, for the first time, two of the men entering her battlefront and back simultaneously. She could almost have enjoyed that feeling under other condition, 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 experience cum running down her leg from her victimised fix, there seemed to be so a good deal of it. She felt a sharp stab in her leave behind arm and turned to see the Englishman emptying a syringe into her. She had no clip to really react before limbo hit her.



Chapter 4 : Prague, the 1st.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the Saame room and the same terrible, restrictive thralldom, but she was lovesome, she was well-heeled even if every part of her body hurt like hell. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel elbow room. Her firstly thoughts said it had been a incubus but the painful sensation in her body said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bathroom to seem in the mirror, the mint that greeted her made her almost flop in horror and she slapped her hand across her oral cavity to stifle a scream. Her head was, as she had expected, totally denuded, across the front line, just above the hairline, was tattooed the countersign"prostitute"in blacken varsity letter maybe and inch and a half high. Her nipples had an artistic scroll normal tattooed around the outside of each glory. The words RAPE MY puss ran across her Mons and a heavy Au ring, almost an inch in diameter pierced her hood. She span around in rules of order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her grim back and"CUM trollop"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 signs of the whipping she had received, with small parentage of lineage where the skin had been broken.

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

The police, I must telephone set the law. And tell apart them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she need to tolerate up in court and go through the inside information ? Would she require everyone knowing the marks she carried. She stumbled back to the bedroom and only then saw the envelope upon the board and the two bundle alongside, one somewhat larger than the other.

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

love Mrs Devereaux

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

I will contact you again upon your return to Greater London but in the interim I would suggest that you keep the flick in the enclosed parcel in a safe place. I have enclosed discs of the fully period together with edited written matter with the quieter times taken out to condense on the more worry episodes. Your vigil and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the indecorum of having your own hairsbreadth made up into a wig which you will find in the indorse parcel accompanying this alphabetic character. Your own hair will, of course, rise back to breed the more obvious, and publicly visible, marks of your experience, unless you choose to sustain your head shaven naturally.

The depilation of your more individual expanse is permanent and I am guessing that you will not wish to display those bell ringer very often. They could be removed with cosmetic operating theatre should you bid, although I think you would agree that such an activity would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James Smith




Chapter 5 : Postscript, Greater London

dungaree Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his friends, on only a single juncture, in London and arranged by James Smith of course. She had never enjoyed sex so much in her life, her head tattoos were, at that time, just still seeable beneath her returning haircloth and she fully lived up to their jactitation. She also decided that she really did enjoy repeat 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 mind up about it, and they did look it of her.

Jean joined a arcsecond gym and, just occasionally, would wander into the sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the right style of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some occupy comments and usually provided her with a new group of ‘ adventurous'ally with which to expend the evening.

She was both more than relaxed and less tolerant in the part now that she had developed some, albeit flyspeck, private life and when one of her early partners confessed in a drunken metre after a particularly successful and lucrative contract had come in that she had a fantasy about being kidnapped and raped, Jean had niggling hesitation in passing over a certain James I David Roland Smith's business enterprise notice"Let me get laid how you get on, I might even be persuaded to unite you."She slipped her hand across her permanently smooth Mons and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the gold doughnut and felt where she knew the tattoo was .