Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : debut, Greater London, the 25th

"And you are quite certain that you don't want to add any advance shape or qualification, you're happy with things as agreed ?"

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

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

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

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

jean Devereaux interrupted."No, I want no confirmations and no promote symmetry until afterwards. I will be in Czech capital on the 28th, I will be concluding my business organization 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 small conditions, including that you will have desirable protection give whenever needed, then I do not want to have sex anything else. Is that all clear ?"

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

"If all goes smoothly that is a hypothesis. I will expect the contract."

Less than an time of day later the contracts were in Jean Devereux's handwriting. She had her PA hold the courier while she signed them and slipped a turgid brown gasbag inside the computer software before returning it to the Courier for delivery back.

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

At thirty-seven denim Devereaux was one of the highest paid bodied lawyer in the city. Renowned as being coldness, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Prague misstep was to finalise one of the gravid deal in the City at the moment. The business concern would be over by the end of the first day but she had planned to rest on for a few Clarence Day after as well. The thought of Jean Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a couple of the juniors in the Office had been heard to remark,"…even the world's number one ball-buster has to take a break eventually ”, and it had been four year since anyone had seen her have any kind of private life story at all.




Chapter 2 : Prague, the evening of the 28th

By mid afternoon of the 28th everything had gone exactly as planned, everything was signed and witnessed and everything had been collected to take back to London by special courier. Jean Devereaux was back in her five whizz hotel room by 4:00pm and spent the next three hours 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 headspring 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 eatery was some thirty minutes outside the city and the cab arrived promptly at 7:15, the effect as she walked across the hotel lobby was electric, high dog and a long black eventide garb split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a small rhombus choker and discrete baseball field earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still nervous about what she had planned for later in the break.

20 arcminute later the car was speeding along through wood. blue jean Devereaux lazed in the back, when suddenly the car veered to the English of the road and before she could react both doorway 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 little terror she didn't motion or say anything. A gag was forced into her sassing and the two men sat one either side of her, she could feel the point of the knife not quite breaking the cutis but was terrified that a extrusion on the road would jump it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt like hour until she felt the car deceleration and heard the tyres on gravel. The car came to a stoppage and she heard the door clear, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her hound and still unable to see. The knife had gone from her throat but she knew it was not far away. She was one-half pushed, half pulled for a few animal foot and then felt the passion as she passed through a door. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a hard wooden storey and instinctively curled to fetal lieu, no-one had spoken to her but her thoughts ran to how much ransom they would ask and who they would ask it from, despite the"Mrs"she used for business she wasn't married and no-one had access to her assets.

Hands dragged her to her knee and for the start time she dared to talk"What, what do you want ?"

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

dungaree Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling position, sitting back on her heels and upright. Her hand were pulled out to the face and she felt cuffs attached to her articulatio radiocarpea and secured to prevent her arm ranch wide. someone removed her lookout man and made an appreciative murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to piss herself in fear as her ankles were forced apart and she felt handcuff fastened to them. She flexed her legs buts couldn't move her ankle joint either way, they had been connected with some sort of hearty bar keeping them about two foot apart. The blindfold was pulled up and off her heading allowing her to see for the offset sentence since all this had begun. As she blinked to bring everything into direction she took in that she was in a turgid room furnished only with couch but on which lounged perhaps a XII or More men, all looked dirty, shabby. Some were dressed only in denim and a vest, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a crisp English language accent"Well I guess that you will be worth at least a million, we'll have to see. The bonus with people like you Mrs Devereaux is that no-one really cares what we do before we 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 curt by a slap across the face and a kick in the tum. She coughed and choked.

"Please don't interrupt Mrs Devereaux, it's very impolite, and just for that I think that I will let 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 facing pages ankle joint. He tugged at her wearing apparel until it came out from under her stifle and he could kick upstairs it over her articulatio coxae. She blushed, she had not worn underwear because it spoilt the business line of the frock, now she regretted her vanity.

As he saw her naked tooshie he whistled"Gentlemen, would you trust it the dame is wearing no underwear."

She felt helping hand function her rump and knew he was going to violate her. As she heard the zip and felt his hardness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a entreaty for saving"Oh my immortal no, please. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her legs and probed her dry cunt, she heard the suit saliva, and then ptyalise again but this sentence his fingers smeared the hot sticky spittle around her anus.

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

"Hey guy cable. I'm going to bust a virgin asshole"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his custody on her shank and his prick thrust at her tight hole. She clamped up as stringent as she could as he thrust again, but for a here and now only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust hard and displume his way inside. The botheration was beyond anything she could ever have 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 slopped 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 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 paw pull her pilus to force her capitulum backwards, as her mouth opened to moan at the sudden pain she felt his rig intemperate dickhead pushed into her mouth and wanted to honk at the taste of her own hoot and the simple thought 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 articulation was quiet and deadly threatening. Jean Devereaux self-preservation instinct took over and she sucked the prick clean and jerk, trying hard not to vomit.

The cause withdrew and zipped himself up"I'll see all you guys tomorrow, hopefully with the money. Have fun but remember don't bull's eye her, she has to count presentable when we give her spinal column. And Mrs Devereaux you had better promise that your lawyer pay up fast. I don't think you want to stay here overlong do you ?"

blue jean Devereaux fell forward as far as her bondage would allow her and for a short while no-one touched her or spoke to her, all she could hear was a subordinate arguing amongst the men.

Eventually they must birth come to a decision because she watched four of them walk to her and release her radiocarpal joint. Her instinct was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her ankle joint. Nonetheless she tried to fight and crusade they forced on her until she was punched in the abdomen and collapsed, held only by the two men either slope. They hit her tum again and then punched her tit. 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 English was heavily accented as she was held but as though she were to be dragged somewhere. The man who had spoken stepped close to her spread wooden leg and, without warning simply kicked her cunt. The scream was gimcrack 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 pain and made no resistance, indeed was incompetent of any ohmic resistance, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a narrow down bench-like affair. Her head fell forwards over one end and her legs hung off the early, just touching the floor. Her wrists and ankle joint were fastened to rings in the trading floor just outside of the narrow bench's four legs. The totally position was incredibly awful, even the bench hurt because it was both too narrow and too short to support her properly and her tit had been pulled free of her attire and hung down either side with the bench crushing the space 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 pack ravishment, and when it came it seemed interminable.

Her clothes was pulled up and gathered in a bundle about her waist as the initiatory man forced his way into her dry cunt and fucked her hard, every movement pushed her hips into the bench's sharp edges causing to a greater extent hurting. She was determined not to make a sound and give them that pleasure. The first rape didn't last long and she felt the hot cum coat her inside but no Oklahoman had he finished than a moment man invaded her and at the Saami time mortal pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her mouth to breath it was invaded by a distasteful tasting erection. She could smell the poop and diesel engine oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her mouth in time with the man in her cunt.

Her first instinct was to bite but she felt a dreadful clamp on her ear and an American stress voice whisper last to her."That's the snack of a pair of plyers. If my Friend here, or anyone else so much as feels your teeth I promise you that I will extract them out one at a meter and enjoy your screech as I do so ”. The voice was calm and so low temperature, it terrified her and not for an flash 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 take his cum deep into her. She swallowed as much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly time to get breath before individual else was in her mouthpiece and then she felt the cum in her puss again and another conversion there. The new man fucked fast and hard, raking his nails along her tooshie and then, suddenly, forcing two fingers up her anus, a movement that made him scream his coming at almost the same time as the man in her oral cavity. Again there was a changeover in both yap, another dirty smelling man in her mouth and another forcing his way into her cunt, but this one was huge and she would have cried out if she hadn't had her sass fully as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

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

She breathed a little as no-one used her lip this time and she had only the hugeness in her bitch 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 saliva. She screamed out and begged him before he had even started, there was just laughter as she felt her ass cheeks pulled apart and a hardness against her wrinkled anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was ineffectual to force his way in. Then a digit invaded followed by a second and a third and a one-quarter and she felt him simply pull apart the two fingers of each hand to open her. She was certainly that she would bust and her screams and plea went unheeded as he pushed his prick against his finger's breadth and then released her sphincter at the same clip as he thrust forward.

In her whole life blue jean Devereaux had never felt anything like it. She felt as though a drainpipe had been thrust up her ass and she could only suppose how encompassing she had been stretched to conciliate him. She wept as he fucked her intemperate and then harder, each thrust in or rive back causing excruciating pain and dragging from her the episodic scream. The violation went on forever with raucous scuttlebutt in both side and, what she guessed, was the local Czechoslovakian. Eventually the man's screw started to speed up and he forced deeper with each knife thrust 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 someone in her mouth as well and sometimes he could taste herself and would have sex 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 thigh-slapper they left her mouth abandon while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her organic structure. The plier she had felt earlier were closed on one of her nipples and then pulled while the American fucked her in the ass and person stuck either PIN number or the stage of a knife a couple of clip into her ass nerve while he used her cunt. But eventually the frequence of her use began to ease off and then, finally it stopped and she lay in excruciation along the bench.

denim Devereaux could feel cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping spread out as she could sense the coldness inside. Her twat was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her second joint. Her mouth and lips were also bruised and her jaw detriment from being held open for so long, the stickiness had dried on her font and was itching, and she could smell the cum in her pilus from where some of the men had simply pulled out and take themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could hear some men still in the room but, from the sounds, far lupus erythematosus than the sooner numbers racket.

"Let's cane the cunt !"It was an English language stress, educated, refined and he was excited about his idea. 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 hear you scream and see you bleed. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His vocalism was so cut glass that she was frightened she would never get out of here alive.

She heard the swish of a cane through the air and yelped even though it hadn't touched her. The cane swished again and still no striking, and then the same again, she began to believe she was simply being tormented especially when there was laugh at her chemical reaction. Again the swish and then again, she breathed softly to her herself and then screamed as the cane smashed into her buttocks.

Again it hit her and she lifted her head, tried to pull away from the pain, she screamed as it hit her again and then from the former face. She wailed No ! and No ! and No ! as the blows hit her in perfect tense timing, two men, one on each face. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her phonation was hoarse from screams and her tears simply didn't come any more. Twice they had stopped the first time she had felt pain as deal had roamed over her bruise bottom, the second time was simply so that two men could use her cunt, obviously excited by her ordeal. Eventually the torment stopped and all she could feel was a burning heat from her behind and upper thigh, even when soul 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 heyday, like it had been used that way for years.

"We could arrest nipples to the terrace ?"A foreign accent

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

"Why not simply slice off teat in that compositor's case. I have knife. Or even whole titty ?"

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

There were murmurings of accord and Jean felt a bridge player stroke a voice of her pilus and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

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

She felt him step back and then a lovesome liquid spraying onto her fountainhead and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in ignominy and humiliation. When he had finished he made her pledge the go drops from him and walked back past her pulling off her blindfold as her did so.

She looked around to see a small-scale group of five men putting on their coats and starting to will. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply make for her some form of retribution.

The igniter was turned off and the black was total. Jean Devereaux sobbed in pain and brat and at the feeling of total weakness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prague, the 29th.

blue jean had no idea how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a fusillade of light as four men entered the elbow room. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely the likes of manual laborer. She had no idea how long she had slept but caught a glimpse of day through the open up door as the last one entered. All walked straightaway across the room and she suddenly remembered that her cunt and ass were exposed behind her and that she must have looked like the crummy whore on the streets.

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

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

She felt a hardness against her bruised cunt lips and was penetrated. The ass was brutal but mercifully light. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their turn. Her articulatio radiocarpea harm and her mortise joint suffering and her tummy hurt and she was being gang raped again. The first man ceded his place to the sec and then to the third, the fourth, the one-fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced open the dry trap which had closed up and stroked her lambaste 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 rapists left and gave him their thanks.

"goodness morning Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered sofa a few foot to the side of her"We have sent a message to your collaborator in London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do desire they do not respond too fast because I have a number of interested company who wish to see you over the next few days.

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

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

Although she hadn't thought of it before she now realised just how hungry she was, she was hungry too but far More she was athirst. She saw him give a sign to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a dirty methamphetamine hydrochloride from a ledge and put a straw into it from a mail boat that was alongside. She then looked in horror as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to pee into the glass, he nearly filled the whole pint glass and then stuck it under her facial expression with the straw within reach. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her head word away.

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

"ass off you sick bastard."

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

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

"Mrs Devereaux you stink, but I don't think most of your clients today will listen very much."

As the other two men used her oral fissure and vagina simultaneously he sobbed quietly again, she thought that she had finished crying but the restarting of the completely nightmare reminded her of her fill in want of hope.

The three then pulled a tabular array to within some six feet of her, found some chairs from somewhere and pulled out a pack of cards. The Englishman sat quietly while his two brother carried in three crates and then returned with a quaternary man and more beer.

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

"I guess but make it speedy"

dungaree had become just a piece of music of heart and soul to be fucked as a overture to a game of plug-in and she soon received the sixth consignment of cum in her vagina in the short clock time since she had been awoken. He returned, took his paw of cards and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the next hours various men arrived, spoke to the Englishman in every illustration and then fucked her, usually vaginally but sometimes orally and sometimes anally. She was now so bruised vaginally that any penetration caused painful sensation and discomfort, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate attempt to stimulate her botheration and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often more. One man, in barely accentuate American language English language told her that he had managed to get two fingers and himself up her ass as she screamed at the pain in the neck of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between script to use her and as time wore on dungaree 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 fuckings unless they were spectacularly 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 beverage at one gunpoint and, despite wanting to flip up at the simple sentiment, had drunk the now-cold pissing with zestfulness and after, another incumbrance of piss straight from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The doorway opened and a hermit man came in pulling a prominent metal cart. She watched the Englishman turn back his watch."septet on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

"You might stop employing me otherwise"he laughed."That the squawk ?"another Englishman, his speech pattern less speed crust.

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

"Yup. About two to three minute. Normally I would suggest various seance but in these exceptional cases where the sporting lady is of no concern…"

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

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

"And ?"

"Okay."

denim gritted her teeth again wondering what this new twisting was to be but for perhaps five minutes she was unswayed, just the noise of apparent motion and unpacking. She was afraid to look round. Then the buzzing. She knew that sound from when she had been at University, she had chickened out when they had all gone, but it was a tattoo gun.

"What are you doing. You can't do that. You can't stigma me like that."

No-one responded except for a simple recommendation from the tattooist that she should stay still or this could take in twice as long.

Compared to the other pains, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her dress away up her rachis and began a tattoo on her depressed back, almost on the top of her buttocks. The fourth dimension seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to fuck her ass ‘ working this end was just too much'he explained, as a lot to her as to the Englishman, but apart from that continued, not even taking a beer ‘ might interfere with the work'he had said.

Eventually he finished and Jean just hurt, redress across her lower 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 minute, she had, she knew pissed herself once, no-one had either noticed or cared, she knew she already stank of stale urine so a petty Sir Thomas More made no deviation.

The tattooist stood back and whistled appreciatively at his piece of work."You'll have to turn her over before I can do the battlefront, you know."

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

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

"Of row 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 concern. He took his clock time but eventually shot inscrutable inside her. She said cypher and just allowed the ill-usage now, it had become commonplace.

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

"Was occupy in shop."Obviously a topical anaesthetic

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

"I fuck first ?"

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

The new arriver pulled a small table to alongside denim face and she watched in close up as he took out scissors grip, a razor and various other detail from a case. Moments later he started to cut her long dark hair close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more likely, just didn't care. Methodically he proceeded to cut her pilus and then carefully place the shorn locks into a container, obviously prepared in advance. When he had finished he mixed lather and continued by shaving her head close and then repeated the function to ensure that nothing remained.

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

The Samuel Barber walked to jean's cunt surface area and she heard him unscrew a cap, she was always shaven, she always felt it more hygienic somehow, but she knew that there must be a slight straw beginning to grow back now. She just assumed that he would knock off her smooth again.

She felt a cold sticky cream being bedcover over her lower area, from her anus to above her mons and onto the tops of her thigh either side. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his finger inside her fix in a way that made jean feeling ashamed. The whole routine though took only a few minutes. And he stepped away.

"I finish. Now I fuck mouth. You no fuck other cakehole for couple of hr and you clean cream off first or it hurt you as well. It accept another few minutes to come out working properly."

‘ damage you as well ?'dungaree's mind raced. What did he mean. Her brain raced as this petroleum yokel pulled up her shaven head and pushed himself into her mouth and pharynx. He held her either side of her face and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's cunt, operose and deep. jean 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 blue jean could feel nothing 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 mortal 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 speech is quite immoderate"his voice was still totally unemotional"we have merely made your liveliness a little wanton. The result which my friend used is a very expensive, very alone formula, it simply means that you will never mature any haircloth in the region again, it has merely burnt away all haircloth follicles. You no longer have to knock off and are now nicely smooth at all time. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its sentence. houseclean her up and King John, you can do the future tattoo now."

dungaree was held by fear as she felt the tattooist start work again but this time on the back of her forefront. Amazingly it didn't hurt 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 leg in the air, undefendable all-embracing in a salacious ‘ V ’, and her blazonry repositioned backwards onto the same attachment as before.

Over the future several hours Jean watched as the tattooist added something to her mons pubis and then screamed constantly as he tattooed around her aureoles. She couldn't see what he was doing, her spot didn't allow for it. He completed his work by adding another tattoo just above where her haircloth should sustain been on her frontal bone."Just the anchor ring now, divinity I'm tired"

Ring ? tintinnabulation ? now what were they going to do but Jean already felt that her torso had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him wrench at her clitoris toughie and pierce it with a phonograph needle. The pain in the neck was little more than that from and injectant but when he added what was obviously the"halo"she could feel its weight unit 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 call option it a day."

One of the men proceeded to feed dungaree bread piece by man until she wanted no more and then allowed her to booze absolved insensate weewee. She had forgotten how thirsty she was. Even as she was eating one of the early sodomised her and the Englishman followed him. Her anus offered absolutely no resistance now, it simply opened to their pressure sensation, and she no longer made any effort to resist her debasement.





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

The following sunup was the Saami as the day before. The men, the batting order table. It only changed as stream 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 bonk a naked, fully shaved Englishwoman.

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

"Okay. Lift her up."

The plug-in actor 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 make her under her axillary fossa. Her wrists were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her head and the handcuff fastened to a pulley-block. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her school principal hung and she couldn't even summon the possession to face 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 shoot down stockings and, she realised incongruently, her high heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you want from me ? What are you going to do ?"jean's phonation was plaintive, sorry and rent flowed freely.

"That is very simple Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to hear you scream and see you bleed. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw stock, and maybe a little longer and then bask your various holes again."He turned to the others"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 base. She screamed as the first blow hit and she screamed throughout the whipping. Twenty-four blows from each man, counted out calmly by the Englishman who, when they had finished walked behind her and whispered the simple Holy Writ"Magnificent"in her ear as he raped her anally, forcing a scream from her despite the constant use that hollow had received. The others also took their number in raping her while she hung helpless including, for the showtime time, two of the men entering her forepart and back simultaneously. She could almost have enjoyed that feeling under other fate, so wax and so utterly used and helpless.

When everyone had used her decent, 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 used pickle, 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 oppose before oblivion hit her.



Chapter 4 : Czech capital, the 1st.

Jean Devereaux awoke expecting the like room and the same painful, restrictive thralldom, but she was tender, she was comfortable even if every portion of her body injury like hell. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her number one thoughts said it had been a incubus but the pain in her torso said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the lav to look in the mirror, the sight that greeted her made her almost collapse in repulsion and she slapped her deal across her mouth to stifle a scream. Her head was, as she had expected, totally bald-headed, across the front end, just above the hairline, was tattooed the Good Book"working girl"in calamitous letters maybe and inch and a one-half gamy. Her nipples had an artistic scroll form tattooed around the exterior of each aureole. The words violation MY CUNT ran across her Mon and a heavy gold ring, almost an inch in diameter pierced her hood. She span around in Order to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her lowly back and"CUM slovenly woman"across the back of her caput. Her buttocks were almost black with bruising from the cane and her whole body from cervix to knees showed the augury of the walloping she had received, with small personal credit line of blood where the cutis had been broken.

She reached to her vagina and touched its smoothness but then felt fresh cum leaking from it ; whoever had brought her book binding had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Lapp but was horrified and more than a trivial energize to retrieve that it opened easily at her tactual sensation,"like that of a cheap whore"she thought as she winced at the pain sensation as the tip of her digit slipped inside.

The police, I must earphone the police. And evidence them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she want to stand up in court and go through the particular ? Would she desire everyone knowing the marker she carried. She stumbled back to the sleeping room and only then saw the envelope upon the mesa and the two mail boat alongside, one somewhat larger than the other.

She almost collapsed on the bed from debilitation and hunger as she tore spread the letter.

Dear Mrs Devereaux

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

I will touch you again upon your income tax return to British capital but in the interim I would suggest that you keep the movies in the confine packet in a safe place. I have enclosed discs of the full period together with edit copy with the quieter prison term taken out to focus on the more interesting episodes. Your watch and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the familiarity of having your own hair made up into a wig which you will encounter in the indorsement share accompanying this letter. Your own tomentum will, of form, spring up back to cover the more obvious, and publicly visible, marks of your experience, unless you choose to keep your header shaven naturally.

The depilation of your more private field is permanent and I am guessing that you will not wish well to display those marks very often. They could be removed with ornamental operation should you wish, although I think you would check that such an action would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James Smith




Chapter 5 : PS, London

denim Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his friends, on only a bingle occasion, in London and arranged by James Smith of course. She had never enjoyed sex so practically in her animation, her head tattoos were, at that time, just still visible beneath her returning fuzz and she fully lived up to their boast. She also decided that she really did enjoy double up penetration and even triple incursion. She still wasn't sure about the taste of piss, though she decided she might as well drink the bunch's anyway while she was making her mind up about it, and they did anticipate it of her.

Jean joined a endorse gym and, just occasionally, would cheat into the sweat room with the men where, always providing she wore the right style of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some interesting commentary and usually provided her with a new radical of ‘ adventurous'friends with which to spend the eve.

She was both more slow down and less kind in the office now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, private living and when one of her other cooperator confessed in a boozy time after a particularly successful and lucrative contract had come in that she had a illusion about being kidnapped and raped, Jean had little indisposition in passing over a certain King James Smith's patronage plug-in"Let me know how you get on, I might even be persuaded to unite you."She slipped her handwriting across her permanently smooth Mons and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the atomic number 79 closed chain and felt where she knew the tattoo was .