Jean’s Story

Jean
by Diomedes050465



Chapter 1 : Introduction, London, the 25th

“And you are quite certain that you don’t want to add any further conditions or qualifications, 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 hope 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 further correspondence until afterwards. I will be in Prague on the 28th, I will be concluding my business the same 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 conditions, including that you will have suitable protection present whenever needed, then I do not want to know 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 possibility. I will await the contract.”

Less than an hour 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 quizzical face and simply turned her back and walked back into her office.

At thirty-seven Jean Devereaux was one of the highest paid corporate lawyers in the City. Renowned as being cold, calculating, and emotionless and highly efficient, hence the fees she commanded. The Prague trip was to finalise one of the largest deals in the City at the moment. The business would be over by the end of the first 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 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 years since anyone had seen her have any sort of private life at all.




Chapter 2 : Prague, the evening of the 28th

By mid afternoon of the 28th everything had gone exactly as planned, everything was signed and witnessed and everything had been collected to take back to London by special courier. Jean Devereaux was back in her five star 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 restaurant. She usually turned heads when she simply walked in the room but tonight, after what she had just earnt in fees, she intended to outshine any other female in the City.

The restaurant was some thirty minutes outside the City and the taxi arrived promptly at 7:15, the effect as she walked across the hotel lobby was electric, high heels and a long black evening dress split up to the thigh, minimal jewellery, just a small 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 minutes later the car was speeding along through forest. Jean Devereaux lazed in the back, when suddenly the car veered to the side of the road and before she could react both doors opened and two men jumped in. Mere moments later, before she could say anything a knife was at her throat and a blindfold was over her eyes.

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

How long the journey lasted she didn’t know. It felt like hours until she felt the car slowing and heard the tyres on gravel. The car came to a halt and she heard the door open, she was dragged out, stumbling onto the gravel in her heels and still unable to see. The knife had gone from her throat but she knew it was not far away. She was half pushed, half pulled for a few 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 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 knees and for the first time she dared to speak “What, what do you want ?”

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

Jean Devereaux was roughly mauled into a kneeling position, sitting back on her heels and upright. Her hands were pulled out to the sides and she felt cuffs attached to her wrists and secured to keep her arms spread wide. Someone removed her watch 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 cuffs fastened to them. She flexed her legs buts couldn’t move 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 focus she took in that she was in a large 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 guys 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 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 have 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 spread ankles. He tugged at her dress until it came out from under her knees 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 naked buttocks he whistled “Gentlemen, would you believe it the lady is wearing no underwear.”

She felt hands part her buttocks and knew he was going to rape her. As she heard the zip and felt his hardness touch her shapely buttock she involuntarily wept a prayer for saving “Oh my gods no, please. I’ll pay anything, two million, three…”. A finger slipped between her legs and probed her dry cunt, she heard the suit spit, and then spit again but this time 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 guys. 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 hands 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 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 whole 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 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 limp but the felt a hand pull her hair to force her head backwards, as her mouth opened to moan at the sudden pain she felt his semi hard prick pushed into her mouth and wanted to retch at the taste of her own shit and the mere 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. Jean Devereaux self-preservation instinct took over and she sucked the prick clean, trying hard not to vomit.

The suit withdrew and zipped himself up “I’ll see all you guys tomorrow, hopefully with the money. Have fun but remember don’t mark her, she has to 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 while no-one touched her or spoke to her, all she could hear was a low-level arguing amongst the men.

Eventually they must have come to a decision because she watched four of them walk to her and release her wrists. Her instinct was to try to run but she remembered the bar between her ankles. Nonetheless she tried to fight and movement they forced on her until she was punched in the stomach and collapsed, held only by the two men either side. They hit her stomach again and then punched her breasts. She stopped struggling and simply cried as they hit her twice more, always on the body and away from the face.

“Hold her backwards” the English was heavily accented as she was held but as though she were to be dragged somewhere.