3 comments/ 33408 views/ 27 favorites War Whore Pt. 01 By: girdleman2 "A great piece of ass," said one of the US officers. "Yeah, I saw her when she came to offer her services," replied his companion. "Great body, legs up to her backside, big tits, really sexy moody face." "Yeah, classy. Women like her are dropping their knickers all over Italy. Hungry, got a kid, no money, no food. Opening their legs is the only alternative." "Hear her old man was a colonel. Killed in North Africa. Father died in a bombing raid. College professor. We're getting some high grade pussy, my friend." "She's setting up shop in her house on the edge of town. Will take six officers a day - two hours each - 15 bucks or food and cigarettes. $50 for an overnight." They were talking about Monica Vallacci who was becoming a prostitute out of desperation. The Allies had overrun Sicily following their invasion in 1943, pushing out the Germans. Their arrival in the town of Montezama had resulted in Monica making the decision to sell herself. She realized the Americans had the money and food in quantities none of the local men could provide. And she didn't want to enter a brothel. At 29, she was in her prime and the most beautiful woman in town. After her husband's death, there had been no shortage of men wanting to get into her knickers. With a young son, she needed a man to protect her. First there'd been an affair with a young captain before he'd been sent to the war, then an elderly married businessman had pursued her. That had ended messily with her being brought before a court accused of acting in an immoral way that could corrupt public morals and make her unfit to care for the child. A very Italian charge. She'd been acquitted with the aid of a clever lawyer but it had painted her into a corner as a loose woman. The lawyer who'd defended her - a fat bastard - made very clear his payment would be her body. She'd already screwed the equally obnoxious businessman in return for money and gifts, and she allowed the lawyer into her bed as well, enduring his crude love making. Of course, the stories went around town like wildfire and she was labeled as a whore by the local women who were jealous about the lust she engendered and the effect on their men. The lawyer's forceful spinster sister made him split with Monica, who was left to struggle to support her son and put food on the table. She was the subject of conversation in the bars and attracted hungry eyes as she walked through the streets in close fitting dresses that showed off her curves. She had rejected advances from German officers when they occupied the area, despite the tempting offers of food and money to move into the main hotel which they'd converted into a brothel, but her savings were now exhausted and whoring became the only alternative. Local pimps were aware of her circumstances and began circling, knowing the money to be made from such high class skirt. She'd received a couple of aggressive approaches as she had no protector. Monica feared being forced into working for one of them. Her son, Mario, was only four and unaware of the attention his widowed mother was attracting. He would have to go her aunt's house in Palermo. it was heart breaking to be separated from him but he couldn't stay in the town when she began whoring. Monica decided to service the American officers, but didn't want a pimp controlling her. She decided to go to the US headquarters in the square and make her offer. She'd been branded as a whore in the town so she might as well be one. The night before she prepared by shaving her pussy, her under arms and removing the slight fuzz from her legs. She then cut her lovely long, black hairt, looking into the mirror with sad eyes, before dying it red and perming it. The next day she got ready while her son still slept. She was doing this for him, she told herself as she pulled on her wired bra which shoved up her firm 36 inch breasts which had always embarrassed her as a young woman but always drew the eyes of horny men. She didn't really need the black girdle which she wore because her flat belly and waist did not have an ounce of fat. The dark stockings outlined her wonderful, strong curvy legs as she attached them to the suspenders. Monica selected a tight black skirt that came just above her knees and showed off her undulating buttocks as she walked, a white blouse that strained against her magnificent bust and a matching jacket. Slipping into her six inch heels, she viewed herself in the mirror, twirling around to inspect herself. Then she applied heavier than usual make up, bright red on the lips, pink rouge for the cheeks and a liberal amount of masscara around her eyes. She'd made herself look like a very expensive slut. Monica sighed as she heard her son awakening. Mario hadn't seen his mother like this and noticed the change but he was too young to really think about it. Monica was nervous as she gave him breakfast. Her stomach churned but there was no turning back. She had to take him with her as there was no one to look after him as an elderly woman living nearby who normally did so had gone away suddenly. Taking Mario by the hand she walked into town, her high heels clicking on the road, her buttocks moving against the tight skirt. She was soon spotted. "Hey, look at that," said one man. "What's she done to herself?" "Really showing it off, eh." "Looks a real whore now." There had been speculation she was going to go professional for some time. Now they saw the reality. Monica was aware of the eyes following her and heard a number of whistles. The women watching were scathing. "Pah, what does she look like?" said one. "Like the slut she is." replied another. "She should not have the child with her dressed like that. It's not right." "Where's she going?" "Not the red light house. I bet it's the yankees. She's going to their office to register." Every prostitute who worked in the town providing sex for the army had to get a card and be regularly checked by its medical unit every week to curb the spread of VD. Without a card, a woman could be arrested. An office had been set up for this purpose but Monica didn't want to enter one of the brothels operating for the soldiers. She wanted to work on her at her own house and would have to come to an agreement with the army to do so. Mario was aware of the whistles and the men leering at his mpther "Why they whistle at us, ma ma?" he asked. "Never mind, Mario. Don't pay any attention," his mother replied. The walk was not pleasant for Monica. Finally they reached the door of the headquarters blocked by two large military policemen. "I want to see officer," said Monica. "Why?" asked one, running his eyes hungarily over her body. "It's important." she replied. The two men grinned at each other. "Have to give you a frisking first," said one. "A frisking?' she asked. "Yeah, a body search." Monica looked as the leering guards. Both were undressing her with their eyes. She stepped inside the door. "Hey, Tompkins," shouted one of them to a desk soldier. "Take the kid for a while. We gotta to give his ma a security check in the room." Mario cried out as the soldier came to take his hand. Monica bent down to try and reassure him, while the guards waited impatiently with their trousers already bulging. Reluctantly he went with the soldier. Monica was shown into a bare room with tables and a chair. One of the guards wasted no time, pushing her against the wall, his sweating face up against Monica's. His hands went to feel her buttocks, then round to fondle her crotch through the skirt and girdle. "She definitely needs a strip search, eh Ben. "Yeah, Charlie. Could be an enemy agent. A Mati Hari." They laughed. Charlie was squeezing her breasts. "Great pair of tits," he said. "Let me have a feel." Ben took his place to paw the voluptuous body. Monica just had to stand and take it. "You come here to sign up for whoring, baby?" he asked, tugging up her skirt around her hips and getting his hand between her nyloned thighs. "Got to see if you're hiding anything in your pussy." He forced his fingers under the girdle and then inside the panties. They tore as he sought entry to her vagina. "I want to see officer," she said. "When we finished baby," he said and pushed a finger into her snatch. "Got to do a real thorough search, and then Ben will inspect your ass" She twisted as he painfully shoved his finger high. "Don't see why the officers should get all the fun," he laughed. "Let's get your tits out." He grabbed at the blouse as Monica protested. A couple of buttons were ripped off as he pulled it open to reveal the bulging bra. "Fuck," he said. The other guard was behind her, taking off the jacket. The remnants of her blouse were removed and Ben savagely tugged at the bra, making Monica cry out as he tried to get it off. The backband snapped and the big breasts were exposed. Charlie shoved his face into them and bit down on one of the large nipples. Monica screamed in agony. She was to be raped crudely. "What a fucking chest," said Ben. She was crying as the girdle was wrenched to her feet and she was naked. Charlie shoved a finger up her anus as she twisted. "Going there with my prick, you little wop bitch," he said. "I'll fuck her Ben while she blows you. On your knees whore." She was forced to kneel as Ben undid his fly to pull out a large cock while Charlie shoved down his pants. "Best pussy we've had in this war, eh,' he said. "Yeah, real tasty," replied Ben. "OK start sucking, bitch." He grabbed Monica by the hair and shoved her face against his swollen prick. "Suck," he ordered. She took his cockhead into her mouth, tasting the stale urine, and then there was a hammering on the door. "Fuck off," shouted Charlie. "This is Major Mullins. Open this door at once." "Shit," swore the soldier, trying to get his erection back into his trousers. His friend was doing the same. He quickly opened the door. "What the fuck is going on here?" shouted Hank Mullins, a strongly built balding officer in his 40s. He saw Monica kneeling on the floor, face tear streaked trying to cover her nakedness. "We were searching her, sir," replied Charlie. "I can see what you were doing soldier. You are on duty. This is not a whorehouse. You are both on a charge. Get out." They departed. "Who are you lady?" "Monica Vallacci," she said, head bowed, arms wrapped around herself, lipstick smeared, hair in a mess. "Why are you here?" he asked. "I want to see officer. Those men take me to this room and ..." "What do you want?" he asked. Monica fixed him with her mournful eyes, humiliated and ashamed to be seen like this. "I come to offer myself as officers whore," she replied. "There's a place down the street to register." "I know but I want special deal. Work on my own from my house - no in brothel. I officer's wife." Mullins looked at her. Even in her disheveled, distressed state she was one hell of a piece of ass. "OK. Get dressed. When you're ready a soldier will take you to my office" he said . Left alone, Monica did her best to repair the ravages, but her blouse was missing several buttons and torn. Her skirt was hopelessly creased and stained. The stockings were laddered, panties ripped and the bra unwearable because of the broken back band. She cleaned her face, redid her makeup and combed her tousled hair. She couldn't wear the bra or panties and it was obvious she wore no bra under the tattered blouse. Monica looked like a woman who'd been roughly molested. New of what had happened in the room had got around and there were a number of soldiers watching as she took Mario by the hand and made for the Colonel's office. "Ben and Charlie tried to get up her ass but Mullins intervened before they could fuck her," said one. "They're in deep shit. Trying to hump a broad at HQ, especially officer's pussy." "That's the best I seen," said another watching her buttocks moving against the tight skirt. "Well, we ain't going to get any. Officers first. Perhaps we'll get out turn when they finish with her. Hear about that film star mistress of that Italian general captured by B company. Their CO and the officers had her, then handed the bitch over to the men. She had a queue for a week." "Hope that happens for us, bud," replied the other soldier. The major felt his cock harden inside his trousers as he viewed Monica as she entered with her son. He told them to sit and his eyes rested on her as she crossed her legs in the chair, letting the skirt hem ride up above her knees. "I'm sorry you were assaulted." he said." Those men will be punished. So what can I can do for you," he asked in Italian. Monica looked at Mario. "I can speak English. Perhaps my son should not hear this." He nodded. "I want to make an arrangement with the army, your officers," she said, finding the right words difficult. She hesitated, recrossing her legs. Mullins had a raging hard on now, his trousers bulging as he sat behind the desk. This was top drawer pussy offering to drop her panties. "I hungry, Mario hungry. I officer's wife. My husband colonel in Italian army. He die North Africa. Now I have no one. Need to earn money." She looked at Mullins. "You want to register?" he said. "Yes, but I want only officers come to my home, not house with other women. I need letter from you explaining I not go to brothel." Mullins nodded and licked his lips. He very badly wanted a fuck but this was not the place after what had happened. "OK, you need your card first so go to the office out back for your check up. Then I'll come to your place to see the facilities and make the arrangements." He wrote a letter explaining that Monica would be servicing officers from her home. Mullins had decided he was going to be first. "I'll be there at eight," he said. After Monica left he had to go in the bathroom and masturbate. "Shit, she must have the whole town on heat," he said, as he tossed himself off. The rapid spread of VD among the allied armies in Italy had resulted in General Patton putting brothels used by soldiers under the control of the army. Medical teams were assigned to carry out weekly checks on the whores who had to be registered. The town's top whorehouse had been assigned to officers, while a few on the lower ranks catered to the soldiers. The desperate plight of the population meant that many women had turned to whoring to feed their families. Mothers and daughters were forced into the trade - the men folk having to accept their wives opening their legs for the soldiers. Like Monica, the newcomers came to the medical station behind the HQ to be screened. The better looking younger ones were assigned to the officers cathouse. while the less fortunate found themselves servicing the queues of horny soldiers. Monica was taken to the medical station and found herself sitting in an ante room with Mario and several other women. They gave their names to an orderly and waited their turn to be inspected in an adjoining room. They were tense like Monica and gave her furtive looks, recognizing the beauty who had caused so much vicious gossip. Now none of the women could thinks themselves better than her. The oldest was about 40, the youngest a really nervous well developed 18 year old. All were not prostitutes but they'd soon be getting a very hard fucking. They were all hungry and so were their families. This was the only way to survive. One of the women had a small baby in her arms having recently given birth. Mario fidgeted and complained about being bored. The women entered the room for a pussy inspection and smear test. They were then allocated either a green card - for the officers house - or a blue one for the men's brothels. When Monica's name was called she had to leave Mario outside. "Mummy is just going to see the doctor. I'll be back soon," said Monica. He complained and started to cry. "I'll look after him," said a woman sitting beside them. Monica went into the room where a hard faced medical corps man sat behind a desk. He spent his war looking at pussies, preventing VD and treating cases. He read the letter she gave him from Mullins. It was unusual for a woman to be allowed to work on her own but he could see this one was special. Film star looks. He told her to take off her skirt. Monica did so, showing she just had a garter belt and no panties. She spread her legs and wearing gloves he probed her vagina looking for any signs of disease and took a smear. She had one of the best bodies he'd seen but knew that the wear and tear of whoring would soon have an impact. "OK. Here is your card. You come here once a week for checks. Failure to do so will result in arrest. The military police will be informed of your status and your house will be designated a one-woman brothel for officers. You will therefore be protected from pimps who may want to run you. Understand?" Monica nodded. She took Mario home by a back road, not wanting people to see her disheveled state. Word soon spread that she had registered as a whore. "Not the only one in this town whose dropped her drawers," said one man. "Won't go into th officers whorehouse. Wants to work on her own." "Think she's too good for us. When those yanks leave I say we go and give the bitch a fucking in the street." "Good idea. Let every man fuck her and then throw her ass out of town." That afternoon Moncia's aunt came to pick up Mario. The little boy didn't want to go. He was crying and so was Monica. It took a lot of cajoling to get him on the train. Monica's aunt was well aware of what she was doing. "I know you have no choice," she said. "I do not condemn you but take care. There are dangers." Monica went home and prepared for Mullins. She knew he'd be the first customer. She dressed in just a black bra and girdle with stockings and high heels, painting her face heavily with lipstick and rouge. The photos of her husband and son were put away. The old life was behind her. Mullins arrived at eight. He was surprised she lived in such a large house which was well furnished but then remembered she'd been an officer's wife. He brought her some food and cigarettes. "Thank you," smiled Monica. The sight of Monica in bra and girdle had him rock hard. He came to her, reached out and cupped the large breasts squeezing them. "You got a real pair on you, honey," he smiled. His hands went to her buttocks, digging his fingers into the girdle and her crack. "And a great ass too." He kissed her heavily lipsticked mouth, forcing his tongue inside going deep. His big erection pressed against Monica as he kissed her. "You ain't done this before, eh," he said pulling away. She shook her head. He'd had enough prostitutes to know she was inexperienced. "OK I'm going to fuck you." " Monica took off her bra as Mullins smoked a cigarette. "Shit, she's going to have a queue every day," he thought as Monica reached behind her head to undo the backband and pushed the straps off her shoulders. The major whistled as she revealed her 36 inch bust which jutted out proudly with hardly any droop. "You got million dollar tits, baby," he said. Standing now only in her girdle and stockings, she was exposing her magnificent body. Putting each leg on a chair she rolled off the stockings in turn and pushed down the girdle. Only her pink silk panties remained. She looked as Mullins as she slid them off to reveal her shaved clit. The major came to her, taking her in his arms. She was nervous as he slid a hand between her legs and shoved a stubby finger into her vagina, crying out and bucking. His head went to her breasts, mouthing one of the firm mounds and sucking a hard nipple. War Whore Pt. 01 "We go upstairs," she said. Monica led him to the bedroom she'd shared with her husband and several lovers with him. There was a big bed and thick carpets. The room smelled of perfume. Mullins pushed her onto the bed and quickly unbuckled his pants to show his massive hard on - ten inches and thick. "You going to enjoy this honey, he grinned. He clambered onto bed to run his hands over the smooth body, burying his head in the magnificent breasts, Parting her thighs he slid a finger, then two into her clit . She moaned as he went deep. Mullins played her and found she was wet, She obviously like being fingered while he sucked an erect nipple. "Need you to suck my nipples, baby," he said. She nibbled and licked his nipples which were very sensitive. He was rock hard and It was time to fuck her. He climbed on top, positioned himself and then thrust for entry. Monica cried out as he forced himself inside her. He began to thrust and she whimpered under his powerful strokes. She hadn't had a man since the lawyer and he'd not been much of a performer in bed. Quick and clumsy. Mullins was a different matter. He had a masive dick and knew how to use it. She had not had a big cock like this inside her since the young captain. Mullins knew what he was doing. Monica was not the well worn prostitute she was to become. She was fresh meat and responsive to good love making. She moved against him, digging her long red nails into his back. He increased his strokes and she orgasmed, shouting loudly in Italian. He brought her up again, sweat running off their bodies and then came himself, pumping a long stream of hot seed into her belly. "Enjoy that eh baby," he said, rubbing her breasts. She was really horny but Mullins knew that she'd not find a lot of the officers so pleasant. There were some real pigs among them who enjoyed mistreating a whore. His hands ran over the wonderful body. "OK baby. You'll be getting up to six officers a day. But first it will be a night each with the senior officers. General Bradstreet will be with you tomorrow night. He's local commander. Get yourself dressed up for him, not just bra and panties. Then his deputy Perkins. A couple of Colonels will also have you for the night. Then you'll be on a roster for other officers - maximum of six a day." He knew she was going to get a pounding because every one down to lieutenant would want to fuck her. He also knew that in the end she'd probably be handed over to the men. That had happened to the Italian actress mistress of a captured general and some other high class women. Good for morale but not for the women who'd never forget servicing hundreds of men with everyone knowing about it. Monica would soon learn the harsh realities of prostituting herself to an army. Mullins enjoyed his time in her bed. He next asked for a blow job. Monica had done this for her husband and the captain when he'd been her lover. She was not the expert cock sucker she would become as she learned oral skills from all the dicks that she serviced. But she was still quite good and the Major made her work with her lips, tongue and hands before he shot his load into her mouth, the sperm spraying out onto her face and breasts as he ejaculated. "Great baby. You'll be giving a lot of head." Monica didn't like the bitter tasting crud but knew it was what men wanted from a whore. Mullins took her twice more, once up the ass with Monica kneeling and holding the bed board as he slammed himself into her from behind. He put all his power into the strokes and it hurt. Her husband had never done this to herm but with such a great ass Monica would be sodomised frequently. The Major certainly loved going up her anus after spreading the firm buttocks. She just had to grit her teeth and take it as he hammered away before finally coming with several mighty thrusts, leaving his come dripping out of her opening as it overflowed from her back passage. She'd never been fucked like that. It was the first of many and would become easier as the succession of big cocks widened her hole. Lying with Mullins, she thought of her husband who'd made love to her in this bed. She'd had Mario here, and now she was being whored on the same mattress. They talked as he regained his erection for a final fuck. "You'll have enough to eat now. honey," said Mullins. Twenty bucks was a small fortune in Italy at that time. It would be US$60 for a night. Only top class women earned that much money, and she was certainly in that category. Once she earned enough, Monica planned to leave for a new life where no one would know what she'd done. "I don't want to be whore," she told Mullins. "I do this to support my son." "Sure baby," he said, fondling a breast. "War is tough for women. You are so beautiful. It's much better you doing this for officers than being in a house." "Yes, I don't like that. Some have to take soldiers. I hear 30-40 a day." She shuddered. "Might be you in a few months," thought Mullins. General Bradstreet - who would be entertained by Monica the next night - had handed over the gorgeous Italian actress after she'd serviced him and all his officers. Mullins had been among the officers to enjoy her. She was a cracker - 26 - and stacked. It had been a great shock to her when she was given to the troops who queued to screw her. He'd heard she was worn out after a month of non-stop fucking. Monica could face the same. Before leaving Mullins asked Monica to pose for several photos. She was a little reluctant because he wanted her to expose heself in just her garter belt and stockings - no panties - to show off her breasts, cunt and ass. "You're selling pussy baby. Guys need to know what's on offer." She stood provocatively hands on hips as he took intimate pictures of her body that would adorn the mess wall next to her "fucking roster." Mullins then handed Monica a US$20 note - her first payment as a prostitute. "Thank you," she said, kissing him. "The general will be here at eight. Make sure you are dressed up for him," he said. Back at HQ he was summoned to Colonel Waters office while the photos were being printed. "Hear you set up some special pussy and been breaking her in," said the Colonel. "Yes sir," he replied. "She's an officer's wife. Husband killed in action. No money. Wants to entertain officers." "Been told she's some piece of tail. Couple of guards stripped her down before you came to her rescue." "Yeah it would have brought her value down if they'd fucked her before officers." "She up to the standard of that actress - Carla Vincenzi. That was special before Bradstreet handed her over to the men." "Yeah, real classy. Her father was a professor. Educated and a great body." "I'd like to give her a work out but old Bradstreet is here today and he'll want her. She'll earn her money with that old goat." They laughed. "But it's me the next night," The man who'd processed Monica's photos brought them to the two officers. He's made his own copies and they'd be passed around the base. Walters flicked through the pictures. "Shit," he whistled. "That is great pussy. What's she like in the sack.?" "Inexperienced but she is horny. Got her off last night. Probably hasn't had much cock lately." "well, she will now," replied Walters. When Bradstreet arrived he was shown the photos as he sipped a drink. "Excellent, gentlemen. The spoils of war, eh. These wop women are all dropping their drawers. Screwed a countess last week and my staff in Palermo are now taking turns with her. " At 60 he was a tall grey haired man, with a thin body and a reputation as someone with an insatiable appeitite for pussy. He was said to do more fucking than fighting the war, and he was in truth more of a political general than frontline one. Within a few hours of accepting the Italian general's surrender, he'd had his mistress in his bed. She was well known actress in Italy and was now a well known whore. Carla had accepted being bedded by him as she needed a protector. Unfortunately for her, Bradstreet was not interested in a long term relationship. He fucked her for a couple of weeks, then passed her on to his officers. Carla had no say in the matter and was very pissed off and protested but had no choice but to service the officers. She had everyone on heat and took a battering. After a couple of months Bradstreet thought it would be a good idea to boost morale by giving her to the soldiers. To her horror, Carla found herself taken to a brothel organized for the Americans. Angry and arguing, she was forced to take on up to 40 men a day. It was shattering and the actress had to spend more than a month there before being released looking a lot less stylish and finding herself pregnant. Bradstreet dined with the officers and was then driven to Monica's home. A military guard had been placed around the house. Monica greeted him a the door, giving him a slight smile as he entered the living room. She had already received the money for the night from an aide who'd inspected the house earlier for cleanliness. Monica was wearing a figure hugging black knee length dress that showed off her large bust and curvy figure. "So," said Bradstreet, "I understand you have just begun your new career." Monica nodded. "Your husband was an officer?" "Yes, he was," she replied, bowing her head. "The women of the conquered must always submit to the men who are stronger than theirs. That is war," said Bradstreet. He accepted a drink from her. "While I drink this I want you to strip and then suck my cock," he said. He sat in a chair while Monica obeyed. The general had a big hard on as he watched her shrug out of the tight dress and fold it over a chair. She stood in her bra, garter belt and stockings showing off her superb body. "Excellent," said Bradstreet as she unhooked the bra and exposed her breasts. "You have a great chest, lady." Bending down she rolled the stockings off each leg and then pushed down the garter belt and panties. "Come sit on my lap," said the general. He ran his hands over her breasts, cupping them, playing with the nipples and then down to her crotch, sliding a finger inside as she moaned. "Like that eh. You have the best pair of tits I've seen and I've seen a lot. OK suck me now." Monica went on her knees between his legs, unbuttoned his fly and pulled out the erect penis. He had a thick cock which not as long as Mulins. Monican licked it with her tongue while she held it in her hand, then took him into her mouth as he groaned. "That is good. More tongue, yes." She worked on him, having to spit a couple of times as he leaked pre cum. He'd had better head - especially from Carla - but it was good enough. He held back, making put in the effort, up and down on the shaft as her jaw ached. Then he suddenly exploded as fountain of sperm. Monica forced herself to take it in the mouth and swallow because Mullins had told her that was expected with a blow job. She got up to wash out a mouth and clean herself. The general watched her superb ass she she bent over the sink. He'd be going there later. In the bedroom, Bradstreet waited for his erection to come back while exploring Monica intimately. "So this is where your husband enjoyed you?" Monica nodded not wanting to discuss him. "I have found the Italian soldier is not the bravest - unlike the Germans. Just surrender and go into the camps and leave their women to be fucked." "My husband was not a coward. He die in battle." "I'm sure, honey. Best always die leaving the weak who survive. Must have been some man to get into your panties. Where you a virgin when he married you?" "Please I no want to talk about him. Makes me very sad." "Sorry. You are now in your new trade and it must be painful to remember the past." The night was a long one for Monica. He humped her four times. Unlike Mullins, she didn't come. He was an old mean bastard - a whoremaster. He treated her like shit and without respect. It was something she'd have to get used to. He used her front and rear. His love making was rough and he cared only for his own pleasure. Mullins had treated her much better. She endured, glad when he fell asleep for a while. She realized some men would be like this - or even worse. They wanted to fuck her, not love her. It was to be a hard experience. In the morning, he rode her once more. taking his time before coming. He washed and then redressed. "Thank you, baby," he said. "You are a great piece of ass. My officers are going to keep you very busy." Left alone, Monica was depressed. The full realization had dawned on her what it meant to be a whore. For the next few days she had overnight sessions with Walters and some other senior officers. Her body was the talk of the HQ after her photos were pinned on the mess notice board with the roster for visiting her. It was quickly filled for a week or so ahead. "Look at the tits on her," said one lieutenant." Great ass too. Like a film star," said another. "Same class as that Carla. Can't wait for my turn." Now it was six officers a day for Moncia. Virtually non-stop sucking and fucking for 12 hours a day. Just time for a quick pussy wash and wipe down, make up retouched, before the next one. There were a number of very fit and younger officers who gave her sex which made her respond and come. Some of the older ones were more laboured and she had to pretend, learning to groan and call out to excite so they came quicker. Monica sometimes used the old trick of shoving a finger into the ass of a man taking too long to make him drop it. She was tired from the constant sex and her face showed the strain under the paint. During her periods, she took three days off and went to Palermo to visit her son and bring money to the aunt. He was happy to see her and cried when she left again, upsetting his mother. Officers who used her were anxious to come to her again. Others arrived from surrounding units as word got round about the beauty selling herself. In the town, the locals were even more hostile towards her, despite many other women taking the same path. The fact she'd set up on her own and was exclusively for the Americans riled the men. Monica rarely went around the town, having food and other necessities supplied by the army. "Her husband died in the war and she whores herself to his enemies," said one local. "Yes, she deserves to be punished. When the yankees go we'll deal with her." She was averaging about 40 men a week. Some of the cheap whores had that many in a day when a large number of soldiers from the front queued up outside brothels. but for an inexperienced whore it was a difficult at first. Her pussy was sore and she slept badly, despite being exhausted after a day of being fucked. After a while, she learned to cope more with the constant sex. A month or two as a prositute made her more practised as she lost the early softness and freshness. There was no let up in the officers demand for her body. She was by far the best skirt in town and one of the best in Sicily. But the days of being reserved for just the officers were about to end. Bradstreet raised the issue with Mullins and Walters when he visited HQ. "That Monica whore. How long she been kept for the officers now?" "About four months," replied Mullins. "So she's been well screwed now. Just another whore but she's getting special treatment. Be good for the men if they get a chance to have her." "She only wants officers," replied Mullins, who'd been back regularly to sleep with her. He'd come for the night after the officers had finished for the day, not caring that she'd been banged repeatedly. Monica had been tired but was always pleased to see him. "It's not what she wants, major, said Bradstreet. "That Carla, the actress, didn't want to become a barrack whore but she did. This one is the same. I've heard the men are really frustrated that she's got special treatment. They've seen the photos. They're all over the army. It would be a great boost to morale to hand her over." "She's a beautiful woman. She's a mother. It would be terrible for her," said Mullins. "She's a whore who has been fucked hundreds of times," responded the gereral. Mullins argued but it was no good. Bradstreet ordered that Monica's home be designated as a brothel for all ranks. Military police would be placed outside to control the queues of men. A medical corps man would be put on the door to check the cocks of those entering and issue condoms. "You arranged her to begin with major. You shall go and explain the new arrangements." He hated the task. He went that night after her last customer left. She smiled at seeing him and kissed him, offering a drink. She was tired looking and looked older, wearing just a bra and panties, smelling still of the last man. Mullins knew she'd become more of slut but she didn't deserve this. He explained the decision. "No I won't. Not that," she said, the panic on her face. "Only officers. I leave." "They won't let you. This house in under the control of military police. You have been designated as a soldiers brothel." "But why. There are many women in red houses for the men." "But not like you. You are top class and the general thinks it will boost morale if you are given to the men." "But it will ruin me. Please not a queue. I cannot do that." She was crying. Mullins tried to comfort her but she was inconsolable. Monica had heard about Carla. Now it was to happen to her. As the news leaked out, there was great excitement among the soldiers. Many had queued for Carla and had their 20 minutes with the shattered actress, lying open legged on a bed as man after man mounted her. Now they were getting another classy piece of cunt. "Can't wait for my turn," said one grunt. "Shit, she's going to get a fucking like that actress," Her home was cordoned off and a local madam, Maria, was brought in to supervise Monica. She was a tough old Sicilian, a former whore who knew all the trade and more. "OK. easy days are over," she said to Monica, who sat red eyed from crying. looing a mess. "No good snivelling. You got every prick in Sicily hard posing for those photos. They are everywhere." "Now do as I tell you and it will be OK. There's a lot women in this town have had to take as many pricks a day. You're not miss high and mighty any more. You will have to work here for two months. The yankees are moving out after that. Then you can go to Palermo." "Two months, I'll be dead after that," replied Monca. "Nonsense. You'll be a lot more of a whore but you'll survive with me to help you." The thought of being fucked every 20 minutes was appalling, but Monica was a virtual prisoner. She could not sleep the night before the first day as a soldiers whore. That afternoon she heard the men gathering outside, getting in the queue, She felt cold as their shouts and laughter drifted up to her room. There were 40 men for the first day, many of whom had queued for Carla. "This is fresh meat, boys," said one. "I had that Carla but she'd been fucked for weeks by half the infantry before I got there. She was a mess by then, bruised up and really showing the wear and tear. Still a great body but I like em a bit fresher." "This one won't be very fresh in a week or two." They had Monica's photos. "Only 20 minutes so make the most of it boys," shouted one. "Don't pop too quick." But most the men were so worked up they would shoot their loads after a few minutes inside Monica. Some had masturbated in advance so they'd last longer. Upstairs, Monica was stripped naked. The madam was giving a last briefing. "You got them real worked up so they'll mostly drop it quickly," she told Monica. "Twenty minutes maximum. I bang on door if they not finish in time." War Whore Pt. 01 Monica felt sick at the thought of 40 men taking her. An old hag provided by Marian would change the sheet every so often and bring fresh water for Monica to douche herself between each man. Downstairs ,five men had been allowed in and had their dicks cheeked and issued with condoms. They had their boots off, ready to go upstairs. They had drawn lots earlier for the going order outside the house. "I got a hard on thinking about her," said one. "Yeah, not often you get officer's skirt." Maria came down and signaled the first one. "Twenty minutes only," she said. The first, a burly bearded man ran up the stairs to jeers from his companion. He knocked and went inside. Monica was on the bed naked. "Shit" he thought. She was gorgeous. "Hi baby," he said, pulling off his uniform and clambering onto the bed. "You got the goods lady," he said, grabbing the breasts and shoving his head between them as he mounted her. "Rubber,." said Monica. "O yeah." He swore as he struggled to get the sheath on his large erection. She spread her legs, and he roughly pushed for entry. "Glad I'm first," he gasped and penetrated her. He started to thrust. Monica looked over his heaving shoulder, her face a blank as he fucked her, face buried in her magnificent breasts licking and sucking them. Thirty men would do this to her before the day ended. She knew that there was no turning back after this. Monica had become a practised prostitute from servicing the officers, but being fucked by queues of soldiers was very different. Hundreds of men using her body would make her a hardened whore who had no future but working in brothels. The soldier was grunting and thrusting harder, about to come after just five minutes inside Monica. He cried out and orgasmed, emptying himself into rubber. "Shit, you're too fucking juicy," he said. A prccession of hard, unshaven men enjoyed Monica during that long day. On the sweaty, stained sheets, they worked off their lust on her body. There was only time for a quick pussy wash and wipe down between each one. Many of the soldiers were rough with her and she became sore from so many pricks fucking her, despite the salves she used on her pussy. The constant sex meant that she had several involuntary orgasms as her vagina became very sensitive. "There's a regiment waiting to fuck you, baby," grinned one. "You gonna be real tired after a month on your back." The room stank of stale cum and sweat. Monica never thought it would end. Finally the last one came inside her and she was left exhausted with her body bruised and hurting from the constant pounding, too tired even to drag herself to the bath. But it was only the beginning of her ordeal. To be continued. War Whore Pt. 02 Monica found it hard to adapt to being a whore for the American soldiers. It had been humiliating to prostitute herself to the army officers. But there had only been six a day. Being screwed that often had not been easy for an inexperienced woman such as herself but she'd learned to cope. The officers had included some pigs who got off by treating her like shit, but most had been reasonable men who had only wanted to enjoy her magnificent body. Now it was thirty men a day - tough grunts back from the frontline who queued for a fuck. They usually only had the choice of cheap whores, not a beauty like Monica. There was little respite between each one. She had five minutes to wash between her legs and wipe her body down with a damp towel before the next was mounting her. The old madam, Maria, who supervised the men, only changed the sheets a few times during the day, so Monica was usually lying on soiled, sweaty sheets as she was taken. Most men just pushed their trousers down to save time and their rough tunics rubbed against Monica as they thrust into her. The large, firm breasts drew the mouths of the excited men, and her nipples became sore and chafed from the questing teeth and lips. She was taken both vaginally and anally, and given hard fucks which sometimes made her come despite herself because of the sensitivity caused by so much cock. "Shit, baby you got all the guys real hot,' said one as he shoved his dick into the wet, gaping hole. "There's hundreds and hundreds want to do this to you." Monica knew she had created a great deal of lust and regretted allowing Major Mullins to take the bare breasted photos of her to publicise her services when she'd decided to whore for the officers. Many copies had been circulated since and were pinned up in barracks and bars. In the town, the local men were both angry and lustful. Monica had been pursued by many after being widowed and her prostitution to the Americans had stirred great resentment. "Hah, see the queue outside her house every day," spat one. "Thought she'd only have officers. Hear she was real pissed off when they handed her over to the soldiers when they had their fill. Thirty yankees every day. She needs punishing when they leave." "Don't worry. The bitch will get it outside with everyone watching. Then we throw her ass out of town," replied another. When a day finished, Monica was exhausted, her body sore and aching. She felt so dirty that even a long bath did not make her feel clean. She thought of her son who was being cared for by an aunt in Palermo and her late husband. She was sad and depressed. The madam helped to keep her working with massages and the salves applied to her pussy and anus, and creams rubbed onto the breasts and thighs to relieve the bruising and roughness. The madam saw that Monica was now beginning to behave more like a slut after the constant degrading sex. Major Mullins came to visit Monica a few times with presents of food. He saw how she looked older, her face tired and drawn, hair unbrushed as she sat wearing just a dressing gown. He had been the first officer to enjoy the fresh, gorgeous beauty. He saw how prostitution had changed her in short period of time. "I go Palermo after this," she said. "Work brothel there. They hate me in this town." "Can't you start a new life?" replied Mullins. "I whore now," she said, her sad eyes fixed on him. "That is my life. More than 200 men fuck me this week. No normal life after that." Mullins knew she was right. She stood up and shrugged out of the dressing gown to reveal her body. Mullins saw the reddened raw nipples. the bites on her breasts, large livid bruises on her thighs. "You see. I well worn whore now," she said. Mullins felt sorry for her but he had a large erection. Even knowing that she had been banged by squads of soldier, her body was still magnificent. Monica came to him, dropped to her knees and unbuttoned his trousers. Fishing out the big prick, which was at full mast, she ran her tongue along the shaft, then took him in her mouth. Mullins groaned, running his hands through her hair as she began to suck. Monica had now done this many times and was an expert in using her tongue, lips and hands to blow a man. Mullins cried out as she deep throated him, moving her mouth up and down the iron hard rod. His swollen balls quickly demanded release and he climaxed, pumping out a hot stream of cum which she swallowed while continuing to suck him until he was emptied. He withdrew his cock from her mouth and looked at Monica's cum spattered lips and face. "That's how a whore gives a blow job," she said. Despite knowing that Monica had been crudely fucked by so many of his men, Mullins was still fascinated by the Italian beauty. That night he slept with her and they made love twice. When Mullins went to put on a rubber, Monica shook her head. "No, not for you," she said. "But you could get pregnant," he replied. "Then I'll have your baby," she said. Mullins would never understand women, but he hated using rubbers. Monica assured him she always had the soldiers wear them and she was clean. They used another room because hers stank of the soldiers. Monica gave herself to him and orgasmed because she wanted to, and not involuntarily as she did as a prostitute. The sex gave her the tenderness she so missed. Mullins wanted to rescue her from this life but he was a serving officer and it was impossible to do so as his unit were leaving soon for another war zone. Before he went, he kissed her and promised to return. But both he and Monida knew it was their last meeting. Tired from little sleep, she had to service 30 more men. They came to her horny and hard. After Mullins, it was difficult for her to be treated again as a whore and shown no respect. So the weeks passed. Being confined to the house was not good for Monica but the madam had warned her the town was very hostile towards her. The madam saw to her needs, bringing food and other necessities. "Hey, you tell that Monica whore we coming to whip her dirty ass when the yankees go," shouted one man at Maria. "The whole town going to fuck that bitch." Maria didn't tell Monica about the threats. A month later Monica missed her period. She knew it must have been her night with Mullins who was now gone from the town. She didn't care. The madam heard her being sick in the morning on two successive days and realise the cause. "You stupid cow," she said, staring at a pale faced Monica. "I showed you how to stop getting big bellied." "They can't make me whore now," said Monica. "No licence from military if you have baby." She had to be inspected by a doctor regularly for disease before her card was renewed as a prostitute. Pregnancy meant she would not be licensed. A doctor confirmed her condition. To the annoyance of the soldiers who had yet enjoyed her Monica's house was closed as a brothel. She prepared to leave for Palermo. But it would not be that easy. Word leaked out around town. "The great whore is with child," said one. "One of those yankees put it in her belly. She's leaving." "Not before we give her a send off she'll never forget. Pregnant with a yankee bastard or not the bitch is going to get her punishment." replied another. Monica faced a harrowing departure from the town. To be continued.