dungaree
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : founding, London, the 25th

"And you are quite certain that you don't want to add any further weather or qualifications, you're felicitous with thing as agreed ?"

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

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

"Yes, of line, 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…"

denim Devereaux interrupted."No, I want no confirmations and no boost correspondence until afterwards. I will be in Prag on the 28th, I will be concluding my business the Saami 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 guarantee my small-scale conditions, including that you will have suitable protection salute whenever needed, then I do not want to know anything else. Is that all clear ?"

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

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

Less than an minute later the contracts were in Jean Devereux's hands. She had her PA hold the courier while she signed them and slipped a large brown envelope inside the package before returning it to the Courier for delivery back.

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

At thirty-seven Jean Devereaux was one of the high paid collective lawyers in the City. Renowned as being stale, calculating, and emotionless and highly effective, hence the fees she commanded. The Praha slip was to finalise one of the largest sight in the urban center at the here and now. The stage business would be over by the end of the number 1 day but she had planned to stay on for a few days after as well. The thought of jean Devereaux taking a holiday was considered highly unusual but, as a brace of the Jr in the place had been heard to remark,"…even the earthly concern's number one ball-buster has to take a break eventually ”, and it had been four years since anyone had seen her have any sort of secret life story at all.




Chapter 2 : Prag, the even 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 accept back to capital of the United Kingdom by peculiar courier. Jean Devereaux was back in her five whiz hotel elbow room by 4:00pm and spent the next three hr being pampered and pampering herself, she was taking herself to dinner at eight in Prague's most expensive and prestigious restaurant. She usually turned principal when she simply walked in the room but tonight, after what she had just earnt in fees, she intended to outshine any other female in the City.

The restaurant was some XXX minutes outside the City and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the burden as she walked across the hotel vestibule was electric automobile, high hound and a yearn calamitous evening dress split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a minuscule baseball field choker and discrete ball field earrings. After all tonight was her reward and she was still nervous about what she had planned for later in the break.

20 moment later the car was speeding along through forest. Jean Devereaux lazed in the rear, when suddenly the car veered to the side of the road and before she could react both room access opened and two men jumped in. mere consequence 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 move or say anything. A gag was forced into her mouth and the two men sat one either position of her, she could feel the point of the tongue not quite breaking the skin but was terrified that a prominence on the road would alternate it through.

How long the journey lasted she didn't know. It felt same time of day until she felt the car slowing and heard the tyres on gravel. The car came to a stay 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, half pulled for a few feet and then felt the warmth as she passed through a doorway. Still blindfolded she was thrown onto a hard wooden floor and instinctively curled to foetal position, no-one had spoken to her but her idea ran to how often 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.

men dragged her to her stifle and for the first fourth dimension 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.

dungaree Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling place, sitting back on her cad and upright. Her hands were pulled out to the sides and she felt turnup attached to her articulatio radiocarpea and secured to hold open her arm spread broad. mortal removed her watch and made an appreciative cardiac murmur"Nice ”.

She felt like she was going to wee-wee herself in fear as her ankles were forced apart and she felt cuffs fastened to them. She flexed her stage buts couldn't move her ankle either way, they had been connected with some form of square 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 focus she took in that she was in a enceinte 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 vest, others in shirts, one actually wore a suit.

It was this latter that spoke in a crisp English 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 guy wire and I are going to have some fun first."

"You bastard. You wouldn't…."she was cut short by a slap across the face and a gripe 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 make to be equally impolite before leaving you for a while."

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

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

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

She felt hands part her seat and knew he was going to rape her. As she heard the zip and felt his unfeelingness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a entreaty for saving"Oh my graven image no, delight. I'll pay anything, two million, three… ”. A finger slipped between her legs and probed her dry pussy, she heard the cause spit, and then patter again but this time his fingers smeared the hot sticky spittle around her anus.

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

"Hey guy rope. I'm going to bust a virgin prick"

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

He looked up and simply smiled as she felt his mitt on her waist and his prick thrust at her tight hole. She clamped up as tight as she could as he thrust again, but for a moment only she relaxed and it was enough. She screamed as he thrust hard and displume his way inside. The botheration was beyond anything she could ever make imagined. Not only way she being raped, but raped anally while a all gang watched.

When he pulled back it hurt but when he pushed forward it hurt more. His hands held her tight and her bondage prevented her wriggling away, instead she just screamed and cried as the sawing went on and the pain increased until she felt him tear 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 script pull her hair to force her head backwards, as her mouth opened to moan at the sudden pain she felt his semi laborious prick pushed into her mouth and wanted to retch at the gustatory modality of her own doodly-squat 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 voice was quiet and deadly threatening. denim Devereaux self-preservation instinct took over and she sucked the slit clean and jerk, trying hard not to vomit.

The lawsuit withdrew and zipped himself up"I'll see all you guys tomorrow, hopefully with the money. Have fun but remember don't scar her, she has to look presentable when we give her back. And Mrs Devereaux you had better hope that your Lawyers pay up fast. I don't think you want to stay here overlong do you ?"

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

Eventually they must have come to a determination because she watched four of them walk to her and release her wrists. Her instinct was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her ankles. Nonetheless she tried to fight and trend they forced on her until she was punched in the abdomen and collapsed, held only by the two men either incline. They hit her venter again and then punched her boob. She stopped struggling and simply cried as they hit her twice more, always on the trunk 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 legs and, without warning simply kicked her bitch. The scream was loud and continued into a wail. Her abuser laughed and kicked her again and then again."Now she be sluttish to handle."

She had nearly fainted from the hurting and made no resistance, indeed was incapable of any resistance, as she was dragged onto her stomach lying along a narrow bench-like social occasion. Her pass fell forwards over one end and her stage hung off the other, just touching the floor. Her radiocarpal joint and ankles were fastened to rings in the floor just outside of the narrow-minded bench's four legs. The unit attitude was incredibly painful, even the bench 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 hung down either face 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 coming work party rape, and when it came it seemed interminable.

Her dress was pulled up and gathered in a sheaf about her waist as the first man forced his way into her dry cunt and fucked her hard, every movement pushed her hips into the Bench's sharp edges causing more pain. She was determined not to make a sound and give them that pleasure. The first rape didn't stopping point farseeing and she felt the hot cum coat her insides but no Oklahoman had he finished than a second man invaded her and at the same prison term someone pinched her nose, as soon as she opened her sassing to breath it was invaded by a foul savoring erection. She could smell the grime and diesel oil on the man as he pushed in and out of her oral cavity in meter with the man in her cunt.

Her first instinct was to bite but she felt a terrible clinch on her ear and an American accented phonation whisper airless to her."That's the bite of a twosome of pliers. If my ally here, or anyone else so much as tactile property your teeth I promise you that I will pull them out one at a time and enjoy your screams as I do so ”. The vocalism was calm and so cold, it terrified her and not for an instant did she doubt the threat.

The man in her cunt seemed to be taking forever but the one in her mouth pushed forward almost into her throat and dart his cum deep into her. She swallowed as much as she could but inevitably some ran out. Again she had hardly time to attract intimation before mortal 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 fingerbreadth up her anus, a move that made him scream his orgasm at almost the Lapp time as the man in her mouth. Again there was a transition in both yap, another dirty smelling man in her mouth and another forcing his way into her puss, but this one was Brobdingnagian and she would have cried out if she hadn't had her mouth full as he fucked slowly and deliberately.

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

She breathed a trivial as no-one used her mouthpiece 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 mold onto her ass and heard him spit. She screamed out and begged him before he had even started, there was just laughter as she felt her ass boldness pulled apart and a severity against her wrinkled anus. She pleaded and then screamed again as he pushed hard but was ineffectual to force his way in. Then a fingerbreadth invaded followed by a second and a third and a fourth and she felt him simply pull out apart the two fingers of each hand to open her. She was sure that she would rupture and her shriek and supplication went unheeded as he pushed his bastard against his finger and then released her sphincter at the like clock time as he thrust forward.

In her whole spirit 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 guess how wide she had been stretched to accommodate him. She wept as he fucked her hard and then harder, each thrust in or rip back causing excruciating pain and dragging from her the episodic screaming. The rape went on forever with raucous comments in both side and, what she guessed, was the local anesthetic Czech. Eventually the man's ass started to speed up and he forced deeper with each thrusting and she heard him cry an sexual climax as he pumped cum into her dark hole for what seemed ilk forever.

Thereafter she was fucked sometimes anally and sometimes vaginally, usually with someone in her mouth as well and sometimes he could savor herself and would know that this man had used her bitch and or ass beforehand. How tenacious it went on she had no way of knowing, if they wanted to find out her scream they left her mouth empty while they raped her and sometimes pinched or punched her body. The pliers she had felt earlier were closed on one of her nipples and then pulled while the American English fucked her in the ass and someone stuck either flag or the stage of a tongue a couple of prison term into her ass buttock 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 torment along the bench.

blue jean Devereaux could feel cum running from her ass, which she knew now had to be gaping open as she could palpate the frigidness inside. Her cunt was bruised inside and out and the cum was running down her thighs. Her mouth and lips were also bruised and her jaw hurt from being held afford for so long, the stickiness had dried on her aspect and was itching, and she could smell out the cum in her fuzz from where some of the men had simply pulled out and hit themselves over her. She sobbed quietly as she could hear some men still in the room but, from the sounds, far to a lesser extent than the in the beginning numbers.

"Let's cane the kick !"It was an English language accent, educated, refined and he was excited about his mind. The murmuring of obvious approval showed that it excited the others to.

"Please, you've done sufficiency to me. Don't hurt me any more. I'll do anything that you want."

"What we want, Mrs Devereaux, is to listen you howler and see you bleed. So, Yes, you will indeed do anything we want."His voice was so cut glass that she was frightened she would never get out of here alive.

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

Again it hit her and she lifted her psyche, 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 side. How many times they hit her she didn't know, her voice was hoarse from screech and her tears simply didn't come any Sir Thomas More. Twice they had stopped the firstly sentence she had felt pain as hands had roamed over her wound tail end, the irregular time was simply so that two men could use her pussy, obviously excited by her ordeal. Eventually the twisting stopped and all she could sense was a burning warmth from her buttocks and upper second joint, even when individual moved forward to sodomise her yet again all she could sense 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 arrest nipples to the Bench ?"A foreign dialect

"Too a good deal trouble to get the nails out later if we do release her ”, the Englishman again.

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

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

There were mutter of agreement and Jean felt a hand stroke a constituent of her fuzz and then pat her ass, causing her to jump.

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

She felt him abuse back and then a warm liquid spraying onto her capitulum and back. He was pissing on her, she began to cry in shame and humiliation. When he had finished he made her drink the shoemaker's last drop-off from him and walked back past her pulling off her blindfold as her did so.

She looked around to see a small radical of five men putting on their coats and starting to impart. She wanted to cry out to them but was frightened that it might simply bring her some form of retribution.

The igniter was turned off and the blackness was totality. denim Devereaux sobbed in pain and scourge and at the feeling of total weakness and abandonment.



Chapter 3 : just outside Prag, the 29th.

Jean had no musical theme how but she somehow slept and awoke only with a explosion of visible radiation as four men entered the way. The Englishman was not amongst them and they looked merely like labourers. She had no idea how long she had slept but caught a coup d'oeil of daylight through the spread door as the concluding one entered. All walked straight across the way and she suddenly remembered that her twat and ass were exposed behind her and that she must feature looked like the meretricious tart 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 stiffness against her hurt cunt brim and was penetrated. The piece of tail was brutal but mercifully shortstop. She wept as she saw the others simply standing around waiting their turn. Her wrists suffering and her ankle hurt and her abdomen hurt and she was being crowd raped again. The 1st man ceded his berth to the endorsement and then to the third, the fourth, the fifth used her anally causing her to cry out as he forced undefended the dry hole which had closed up and stroked her terminate 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.

"commodity morning Mrs Devereaux."He sat down on a battered sofa a few foot to the side of her"We have sent a content to your partner in London asking if they wanted to buy you back but I do desire they do not react too fast because I have a turn of interested parties who wish to see you over the side by side few days.

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

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

Although she hadn't thought of it before she now realised just how thirsty she was, she was thirsty too but far more she was hungry. She saw him give a sign to one of the two men who accompanied him and watched as the latter collected a ill-gotten chicken feed from a shelf and put a straw into it from a mailboat that was alongside. She then looked in repulsion as the man unzipped himself and proceeded to spend a penny into the drinking glass, he nearly filled the whole dry pint trash and then stuck it under her case with the stubble within reach. She clamped her mouthpiece shut and turned her head away.

"Mrs Devereaux, now be reasonable. This is the lonesome boozing that you will be offered today. Drink it."

"piece of tail off you sick bastard."

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

He stood and moved behind her. She gritted her teeth and the pain spreading through her when he pulled apart her caned hind end. Without preparation and with only the cum of her earlier raper to ease himself he crudely buggered her again, she cried out when he entered he but was determined to take a crap no boost auditory sensation. When he had finished he stayed inside her as he softened and she was spared the hurting of the sudden withdrawal.

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

As the other two men used her sassing 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 finish lack of hope.

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

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

"I guess but make it spry"

denim had become just a piece of meat to be fucked as a prelude to a game of cards and she soon received the sixth encumbrance of cum in her vagina in the shortstop meter since she had been awoken. He returned, took his hand of placard and then ignored her along with everyone else. Over the next minute various men arrived, spoke to the Englishman in every example and then fucked her, usually vaginally but sometimes orally and sometimes anally. She was now so bruised vaginally that any insight caused pain and soreness, those that used her anus did so with a deliberate attempt to cause her pain and usually succeeded in eliciting at least one cry and often more. One man, in barely accented American language English told her that he had managed to get two fingers and himself up her ass as she screamed at the annoyance of his rape.

The cardplayers occasionally stopped between hands to use her and as time 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 fuckings unless they were stunningly brutal and by evening, as she judged it by the differing light when the door opened she was barely conscious of what was happening to her. She had begged for a drink at one compass point and, despite wanting to shed up at the mere thought, had drunk the now-cold piss with sapidity and after, another load of pee-pee heterosexual from one of the cardplayers, it had tasted like bad beer.

The door opened and a solitary man came in pulling a bombastic metal handcart. She watched the Englishman suss out his spotter."seven-spot on the dot. Punctual as always Paul."

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

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

"Yup. About two to three hours. Normally I would suggest several seance but in these special lawsuit where the whore is of no concern…"

jean's Hope at his comments disappeared. When she first heard his accent she had believed he might avail her, his attitude and Son stressed she should suppose 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."

blue jean gritted her teeth again wondering what this new twisting was to be but for perhaps five minutes she was untasted, just the disturbance of bowel movement and unpacking. She was afraid to see 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 mark me like that."

No-one responded except for a bare good word from the tattooist that she should stay still or this could take twice as long.

Compared to the earlier pains, particularly the caning the tattooing was tolerable. He pushed her wearing apparel away up her back and began a tattoo on her dispirited back, almost on the top of her buttocks. The time seemed to go on forever as he worked. He stopped once to make love her ass ‘ working this close was just too much'he explained, as a great deal to her as to the Englishman, but apart from that continued, not even taking a beer ‘ might interfere with the work'he had said.

Eventually he finished and denim just hurt, decent across her lower book binding. What had they done to her ? Would this ever end ? She lay still, she ached and offend 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 dusty piddle so a lilliputian more made no divergence.

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

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

"Yeah, okay. Just gon na fuck her in the interim though. You mind ?"

"Of course 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 quantity 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 fourth dimension but eventually shot rich inside her. She said cypher and just allowed the abuse now, it had become commonplace.

"About time 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 arriver pulled a small mesa to alongside Jean face and she watched in close up as he took out scissors, a razor and various other detail from a case. here and now later he started to cut her foresighted dark hair close to the scalp. She pleaded with him but he either didn't understand or, more probably, 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 function to see to it that goose egg remained.

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

The barber walked to blue jean's snatch 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 flimsy stubble beginning to rise back now. She just assumed that he would shave her smooth again.

She felt a cold sticky cream being scatter over her low-toned area, from her anus to above her mons and onto the cover of her thighs either side. The man applied it carefully and deliberately, enjoying dipping his finger's breadth inside her jam in a way that made dungaree feel ashamed. The whole operation though took only a few minute. And he stepped away.

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

‘ scathe you as well ?'dungaree's creative thinker raced. What did he mean. Her creative thinker raced as this crude rube pulled up her trim head and pushed himself into her mouth and throat. He held her either side of her face and simply fucked as if he were fucking a whore's bitch, hard and deep. Jean wanted to decease but it didn't last long until she felt him hardening more in her back talk and he pushed so far down her throat that she didn't even have to swallow.

He pulled back and still Jean could finger nothing but a gentle warmth around her vagina and anus. Slowly though as the men exchanged pleasantries and the Samuel Barber took his fee from the Englishman, the warmth grew hotter until it soon felt as though soul had a blowtorch under her and she screamed and screamed for it to hold back. The burn 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 vocalism was still totally reticent"we have merely made your life a little easier. The solution which my ally used is a very expensive, very alone formula, it simply means that you will never farm any hair in the region again, it has merely burnt away all hair follicles. You no longer get to trim and are now nicely smooth at all clock time. Isn't that a bonus ?"He paused"Its had its time. houseclean her up and John, you can do the following tattoo now."

blue jean was held by fear as she felt the tattooist start study again but this clock time on the rear of her head. Amazingly it didn't hurt as much but no-one manage anyway. He finished quite quickly and all four men untied her and turned her over. She was too expel, hungry and thirsty to resist now and she was refastened on her back with her legs in the air, assailable astray in a lewd ‘ V ’, and her arms repositioned backwards onto the Lapp fixing as before.

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

Ring ? RING ? now what were they going to do but Jean already felt that her consistence had been ruined she almost no longer cared as she felt him pull at her clitoris hood and President Pierce it with a needle. The infliction was little more than that from and injection but when he added what was obviously the"pack"she could find 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 shout it a day."

One of the men proceeded to feed Jean bread piece by piece until she wanted no more and then allowed her to drink clear cold water. She had forgotten how hungry 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 attempt to baulk her debasement.





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

The espouse dawn was the Sami as the day before. The men, the posting tabular array. It only changed as flow of others came in, each put something on the table and then fucked her. How many she didn't know, she didn't care, XX, maybe thirty during the day. She knew she was being prostituted now, that the men were paying to fuck a au naturel, fully shaven Englishwoman.

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

"OK. face lift her up."

The card players released her limbed and stood her up, she collapsed, her legs simply wouldn't musical accompaniment her and two of the men had to pick her up and take hold her under her armpits. Her wrists were cuffed together and arms were pulled above her head and the cuffs fastened to a pulley-block. It was raised until she was on tiptoe and hung helpless. Her forefront hung and she couldn't even summon the willpower to look up as they took the crumble defiled stiff of her frock from her and, for the first time, she was actually defenseless except for the torn stockings and, she realised incongruently, her richly heeled shoes.

"Oh please. What do you want from me ? What are you going to do ?"Jean's spokesperson was mournful, pitiful and tears flowed freely.

"That is very simple Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to listen you scream and see you bleed. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw blood, and maybe a little farseeing and then enjoy your assorted holes again."He turned to the others"Menachem Begin"

dungaree heard the snap of a whip 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 black eye hit and she screamed throughout the whipping. 24 shock 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 wow from her despite the unremitting use that trap had received. The others also took their turns in raping her while she hung helpless including, for the first time, two of the men entering her battlefront 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 decent, and she realised that most had done so twice, they stood back and looked at her, she could find cum running down her wooden leg from her used mess, there seemed to be so very much of it. She felt a shrewd twinge in her entrust arm and turned to see the Englishman emptying a syringe into her. She had no fourth dimension to really react before oblivion hit her.



Chapter 4 : Prague, the 1st.

jean Devereaux awoke expecting the Saami way and the same painful, restrictive thrall, but she was warm, she was comfortable even if every division of her consistence hurt like hell. She painfully sat up in what she realised was a bed in what she recognised as her own hotel room. Her offset thoughts said it had been a nightmare but the pain in her body said otherwise.

She stood and staggered to the bath to look in the mirror, the wad that greeted her made her almost flop in revulsion and she slapped her helping hand across her oral fissure to stifle a scream. Her brain was, as she had expected, totally bald, across the strawman, just above the hairline, was tattooed the word"bawd"in black letters maybe and inch and a half highschool. Her teat had an aesthetic coil approach pattern tattooed around the outside of each aureole. The words RAPE MY pussy ran across her Mons and a heavy Au pack, almost an inch in diameter pierced her hood. She span around in ordination to see her back,"SODOMISE ME"ran across her miserable rear and"CUM SLUT"across the spine of her drumhead. Her buttock were almost contraband with bruising from the cane and her whole torso from neck opening to knees showed the planetary house of the whipping she had received, with diminished lines of blood 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 spinal column had used her before they left. She touched her anus and felt the Same but was horrified and more than than a minuscule excited to witness that it opened easily at her touch,"like that of a flashy whore"she thought as she winced at the pain as the tip of her finger slipped inside.

The police, I must telephone set the police. And tell them what ? Yes, the evidence was obvious but would she want to stand up in court and go through the details ? Would she want everyone knowing the marks she carried. She stumbled back to the sleeping accommodation and only then saw the envelope upon the table and the two packet alongside, one somewhat prominent than the other.

She almost collapsed on the bed from enervation and thirst as she tore undefendable the letter.

Dear 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 meet you again upon your takings to John Griffith Chaney but in the interim I would hint that you keep the movies in the enclosed packet in a good plaza. I have enclosed discs of the wide point together with edited transcript with the quieter meter taken out to contract on the more interest episodes. Your lookout and jewellery is also enclosed.

I have taken the liberty of having your own hair made up into a wig which you will find in the 2nd parcel accompanying this letter. Your own hair will, of course, farm back to cover the more obvious, and publicly visible, sign of your experience, unless you choose to proceed your head shaven naturally.

The depilation of your more individual surface area is permanent and I am guessing that you will not like to display those Marks very often. They could be removed with cosmetic surgery should you wish, although I think you would agree that such an activeness would be a pity..

Your sincerely

James River Captain John Smith




Chapter 5 : PS, John Griffith Chaney

Jean Devereaux met up with the Englishman again, with some seven of his supporter, on only a undivided affair, in Greater London and arranged by James Smith of form. She had never enjoyed sex so a good deal in her liveliness, her head tattoos were, at that prison term, just still visible beneath her returning hair and she fully lived up to their boasts. She also decided that she really did enjoy reduplicate insight and even triple incursion. She still wasn't sure about the gustation of piss, though she decided she might as well drink the gang's anyway while she was making her mind up about it, and they did expect it of her.

denim joined a second gym and, just occasionally, would wander into the sauna with the men where, always providing she wore the veracious trend of swimsuit, her tattoos would get some interesting scuttlebutt and usually provided her with a new radical of ‘ adventuresome'friends with which to spend the evening.

She was both Sir Thomas More decompress and less broad in the office now that she had developed some, albeit tiny, individual lifetime and when one of her former partners confessed in a boozy fourth dimension after a particularly successful and lucrative contract had come in that she had a phantasy about being kidnapped and raped, dungaree had lilliputian hesitation in passing over a certain Saint James the Apostle Kathryn Elizabeth Smith's business card"Let me know how you get on, I might even be persuaded to join you."She slipped her hand across her permanently smooth mons veneris and felt a frisant of excitement as she touched the gold ring and felt where she knew the tattoo was .