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French Resistance

By: phantome71



The year was 1942 and World War Two was at its height. France was occupied by the Nazis and on this warm Spring day the boulevards of Paris were thronged with Parisians and German army personnel.

Dominique was an eighteen year old teenager who had been left to fend for herself when her parents were trapped in the United States on business at the outbreak of the war. She had been studying at the Sorbonne but the war had put a stop to all that and she was alone in Paris to fend for herself. 

It was a sunny day and she decided to go for a walk and stopped for a coffee at one of the roadside cafes. Dominique ordered a coffee and grimaced slightly as she tasted the ersatz brew that passed as coffee in these austere days. Two smart young German officers sat on the table next to her and one of them smiled at her.

She pointedly turned away.

Then a woman, who was probably in her sixties, walked by with her little dog. She wore scarlet lipstick and was, in all probability a retired prostitute. One of them called out, "How much for all night cherie?" 

Dominique could see by their cap badge that they were from a Waffen SS Division and she gave them a look of withering contempt.

"You do not like us Germans then mademoiselle?" said one of them

"Would you like it if your country was occupied?"

"You should learn some respect for German officers," one of the arrogant young men said. "What are you doing here anyway? We should see your papers perhaps?"

Dominique chose to ignore him and that was her fatal mistake.

"Papers mademoiselle, papers please." The tone in his voice was menacing.

Dominique was not yet nineteen but she was a girl with spirit. Nevertheless she began to feel afraid when they insisted on seeing the papers that every Frenchman was required to carry at all times.

She handed him the papers and they ignored her whilst they looked at them. Then to her horror one of them went into the café and she could see him demanding to use the 'phone. He eventually came out.

"You are going for a short drive my cheeky young French girl," he said and shortly afterwards an army truck pulled up. Dominique was bundled in between two soldiers. As she was driven off onlookers wondered what was about to happen to her.

Then her heart missed a beat when the truck turned into the Avenue Foche. This was the notorious location where Gestapo Headquarters for the whole of Paris was situated.

Dominique mounted the steps and was shown into an anteroom by a grim looking woman, also in uniform. She was left there for what seemed like ages before the woman returned and she was escorted to what was probably an interrogation room. A Gestapo officer of some rank sat behind a large desk and a woman was at another desk busy typing. 

He chose to ignore her as she fidgeted on one foot and then the other. Eventually he looked up. "We have looked at your papers mademoiselle and I have to tell you we are not satisfied. Not at all satisfied," he repeated in a louder voice that was clearly intended to strike fear into her. "We have telephoned the Convent St Claire where your papers state you are a teacher. We have spoken to the Mother Superior who says you left there more than a year ago. Your papers are not up to date. What have you got to say about that?"

It was true. Dominique had been at the Convent for a while but it was not for her and she had left. Fortunately her parents were wealthy and she had access to her Father's bank account and therefore was of independent means.

She explained this to the menacing figure looking at her but he was clearly unimpressed. 

"So you are a young woman of leisure are you?" he said. "Well I don't believe you. You could be a spy for all we know. I think it's time you were searched. Empty your pockets."

Dominique was wearing a smartly tailored lightweight suit consisting of a jacket and pleated skirt. She turned the linings of her jacket pockets inside out.

"And you think that will suffice do you?" he sneered. "Have you perhaps got more pockets that we cannot see. I think it's time you were searched."

"What here, now?" said a terrified Dominique.

"Yes here, now and be quick. Or would you like some help he sneered?"

Dominique looked at the woman who was busy typing.

"No, not her," said her sadistic interrogator, who was beginning to enjoy himself.

Dominique followed his eyes and now she really began to panic.

Two burly oafs had entered the room behind her and had taken their jackets off and were rolling their sleeves up. They couldn't wait for the fun to begin.

Dominique looked back at her tormentor with a pleading look in her eyes but it was obvious she had a choice. Either to undress herself or have it done for her by those oh so willing helpers.

"We haven't got all day mademoiselle," snapped her tormentor.

She unbuttoned the jacket of her tailored suit and it was snatched away by one of the oafs. Her blouse was perhaps one size smaller than it should be and an appreciative audience could see how taught it was. Once the buttons were undone Dominique pulled the blouse out of her skirt and she took a deep breath and removed it. Once more it was eagerly snatched from her. 

"Come on, come on". The officer was shouting at her.

She struggled with the belted skirt and eventually it fell to the floor. Dominique was standing in a rather glamorous and obviously expensive lacy silk slip. 

The typing stopped and for the first time the woman took an interest in what was happening. Perhaps if something happened to the French whore she might inherit the pretty underwear?

The Gestapo interrogator nodded to the two burly Gestapo soldiers but Dominique screamed. 

"No, no, I will do as you say," she said and took a deep breath as she grasped the hem of her slip and pulled it over her head. She was now reduced to her panties and stockings and suspender belt. Dominique seldom wore a bra and her perfect breasts were heaving with emotion.

Her suit was gathered up and once more the sadistic interrogator addressed her. "You may keep your panties and stockings on," he said and pushed a bell on the desk. The grim looking woman warder appeared. As she was leaving the room she heard his voice again. "One thing is certain young lady. You will not be leaving here a free woman."

The building had extensive cellars and many underground rooms. The door of one of the rooms was open and Dominique glanced in. The warder stopped to allow her a good view. A large bed occupied the centre of the room and Dominique was appalled to see leather straps at each corner.

The grim warder opened her mouth for the first time. "Yes dearie, take a good look. They are sure to have some fun with a pretty girl like you! You will soon be only to eager to tell them all they want to know".

Dominique sat on a wooden bench with her knees drawn up to her shoulders to try and keep warm in the cold and damp cell. What had she got to tell them? Nothing of course. But would they believe her? After what seemed like an age the warder opened the door and her clothes were thrown on the floor. She dressed eagerly but could see that the linings were torn and her nice suit was now only fit for the ragbag.

A further period of time elapsed and suddenly the door was opened again and she was escorted once more to that terrifying room.

The Gestapo officer had clearly not been able to find any incriminating evidence against this young girl and maybe he had also had a nice lunch. "I have decided to be lenient with you mademoiselle," he said. "You will be sent to one of our factories in the east." He paused and then said, "or one of our leisure houses here in Paris. Which would you prefer?"

"The Leisure house sir," said Dominique, who had no idea what he was talking about.

Soon Dominique was outside the awful Gestapo Headquarters and a car was waiting. A pleasant faced SS officer leaned over and opened the door for her. "He smiled at Dominique. Don't worry mademoiselle he said. You will now be under the protection of the SS and we will keep you safe."

Dominique wasn't at all sure that she wanted to be "under the protection" of the SS. 

"Did you have an awful time in that place?" asked the officer. "Did they strip you and play games with you?"

"I don't want to talk about it," she said. "Please tell me what is a "Leisure House?"

The officer looked at her compassionately. He saw beside him a frightened teenager who was probably a virgin.

"Oh you will find out soon," he said, not wishing to upset her further. "There is nothing to be frightened about any more cherie. I told you the SS is in charge of your welfare now, not those sadistic Gestapo animals." There was no love lost between the German army and the elite Gestapo. 

They sped towards the fashionable Bois de Bolougne district and arrived at an impressive large house. Her escort gallantly jumped out and opened the door for her. Then he held her hand as if she were a schoolgirl at her first day at school. 

They entered the building and Dominique looked around her at the high quality furnishings and a wide marble staircase. She saw the erotic murals on the wall and suddenly the penny dropped. This was one of the high-class brothels that Paris had been famous for. The Germans had requisitioned it and poor Dominique was to be a prostitute!

A middle-aged woman appeared and the officer clicked his heels in the German fashion. "I will leave you in the tender care of Madam," he said. Then he kissed her hand. "Until we meet again Cherie," and he was gone.

"Come with me darling," said the woman, who introduced herself as madam Deloise. She could see that Dominique had just been through "the Gestapo ordeal." "Come with me", she said. "I will show you to your room." 

Dominique was taken up the impressive marble staircase and to a room near the end of a corridor of bedrooms. Her room was large and dominated by a huge double bed. There was a large mirror on the wall and another on the ceiling but the room was windowless.

One of the girls arrived with a tray of refreshments and Dominique began to compose herself. Then madam Deloise returned and try to reassure her. "You will be safe here Dominique," she said. "The other girls will support you and you will soon get used to your new life."

Dominique broke down in tears and madam Deloise held her in her arms to comfort her. "Please look after me she said. I don't mind what I have to do so long as I am safe here."

"I expect you would like a nice hot bath and some new clothes?" said her new mistress. She was taken to an expensively decorated bathroom and was soon relaxing in the water and enjoying the scented bath salts. 

Madam Deloise returned before long and held a large bath towel in front of her. Get out if you are finished, she said.

Dominique hesitated and was soon told, "don't be silly darling. We all know what we look like don't we?" Madam Deloise proceeded to dry her new charge and Dominique thought that as she did so her hands were everywhere where they shouldn't be!

"Soon you can go and meet some of the other girls and they will show you our wardrobe of clothes for you to choose from. "But first sit on that chair," she ordered."

Dominique was naked and told to sit on what looked like a gynaecological chair in the corner. Madam Deloise was busying herself at a washbasin and poor Dominique wondered what her next ordeal would be? Soon she had her answer when Madam Deloise turned to face her with a shaving brush and bowl of hot water in her hands.

"Hygiene darling," she explained. "Orders of the much vaunted Third Reich! Naked pussy only allowed. Ooohh nice bush!" The soapy, warm brush was arousing Dominique and Madam Deloise was well aware of that. "I can see you will soon settle down here," she said with a sly smile. Then she stepped back to admire her handiwork.

Dominique sprang out of that awful chair and she was offered an all-enveloping soft bathrobe. 

Madam Deloise hadn't quite finished. She held Dominique tightly and her hand disappeared under the bathrobe. "That pretty little pink pussy is soon going to be so very, very busy!" she said and her hand caressed it briefly.

Dominique just gasped and Madam Deloise kissed her affectionately on her cheek before patting her bottom and telling her to, "go and find the others."

Dominique was a teenager and had a young girl's desire for pretty clothes. She was wide eyed at the selection she was invited to try on. A few of the girls were choosing clothes for the busy evening ahead. They fell upon the new girl and did their best to put her at her ease. 

"This place is for officers only," they explained. "Don't worry most of them are on their best behaviour and we are almost always treated with respect."

"They are the cream of German manhood said another and they sure can fuck a girl. It's heaven here!" 

"Oh do be quiet Francois," said another of the girls. "You must have been frightened when you were brought here."

"I wasn't "brought here," replied a brazen Francois. "I knocked on the door and asked for a job." 

"We gather in the main reception lounge no later than 6pm," one of them explained, "and we all wear evening gowns or cocktail dresses. During the day we can wear what we like. If you are in the lounge during the day after 2pm and an officer walks in he can demand to be taken to your room." 

"So it's up to you if you are feeling sexy," said Francois once more. The other girls knew only to well that Francois was nearly always to be found in the reception lounge the moment the doors opened.

"You are free to come and go as you wish," said another helpfully. "But none of us ever go outside. This is our home and we are safe here. Anyway we are not paid." Francois piped up again. "It's better than money anyway!"

Dominique looked again at the selection of clothes that she was to be allowed to wear as she wished.

"Take your pick. Exclusive and very expensive dresses and skirts and blouses or sweaters." "Look," said one of them. "Undies, loads of them! All these clothes and lingerie looted from high class Jewish shops," they explained. "Here, lets dress you shall we?" Eager hands whisked the bathrobe away and Dominique stood naked in front of them.

"You really are a pretty girl," said two of them at once and they all laughed. Dominique blushed but was secretly pleased to receive the praise. Soon she had on a delicious pair of black silk panties and a matching bra.

"Black suits you," said one of them. "Especially with that long blonde hair," said another -- "you lucky thing!"

"We have just had a consignment of silk stockings," someone said. Dominique couldn't wait to slip them on. It was impossible to buy them in Paris any longer. She started to put a matching suspender belt around her waist. 

"No, no," they all laughed. "Wear your suspender belt under your knickers darling. We are kept much too busy to keep fastening and unfastening stockings."

It was time for those rosy red cheeks to glow scarlet once more as she realised the significance of that last remark.

Then she was shown priceless jewellery and expensive perfume. "All yours to wear as you wish," they said.

Dominique chose underwear and dresses and had just returned to her room when madam Deloise entered without knocking. "You have had such a traumatic day", she said, "but just to please me will you dress and come down to the reception lounge tonight at six pm-- just for a few minutes?"

Dominique agreed. "My fate is in your hands madam Deloise", she said. "I will do whatever you say."

Madam Dominique once more gave her a cuddle and kissed her on the cheek. "I promise," she said. "I will look after you."

Dominique was becoming resigned to whatever fate threw at her and she was only too relieved that she was not on her way to a slave labour camp in the east. She resolved to be brave and face up to what looked like becoming her home for the foreseeable future. After all, the girls all seemed happy and even content with their lot.

Dominique had chosen a lovely off the shoulder black velveteen evening dress and a string of real pearls. She had put a dab of Chanel No.5 behind her ears and appeared at the top of the staircase at six pm as promised.

Madam Deloise was waiting for her. "You look lovely darling," she told her. "You will be asked to be taken upstairs but you must say, "I haven't been cleared yet". Is that understood?" 

A terrified Dominique told her, yes of course she understood.

The officers were beginning to arrive and girls were being whisked upstairs. Then there was a loud shriek and Dominique looked up in consternation. One of the girls called out, "you can't catch me," as she fled upstairs. Another officer who was on the stairs grabbed her and handed her to the young officer who she was escaping from. He twisted her arm behind her and the girl pleaded with him. "Please let me go sir you are hurting me." Then the man whispered something in her ear and the girl shrieked again. But this time it was with laughter. "You wouldn't, would you?" she said. Obviously whatever dire threat he had threatened her with would be welcomed! They were last seen arm in arm going into her bedroom. Another "day at the office" was beginning!

Then another girl, who Dominique had met that afternoon and whose name was Susanne, was leading her partner by the hand. She winked at Dominique. "He says it's my bedtime," she said, laughing happily.

Then Dominique herself was approached by an officer of some rank. "Shall we, mon Cherie?" he said.

Dominique blushed scarlet and madam Deloise came over to rescue her. She explained, "this young lady only arrived today and hasn't yet been medically examined. But you shall have her first when she is "available."

The officer was annoyed but clicked his heels in the German fashion and made for another girl.

Poor Dominique! She felt like a concubine in a harem who had just been offered to an honoured guest by the sheikh!

"You should go to your room Dominique dear," said madam Dominique. "It is obvious that all the guys will make straight for you!"

A relieved Dominique was soon safely back in her warm room. She got undressed and lay on the bed naked, turning the day's events over in her mind. Her friends would be wondering what had happened to her and fearing the worst. Then she began to reflect on the time she lost her virginity.

Whilst Dominique was at the Sorbonne she had been seduced by her tutor. Rumours abounded within the university of his predatory intentions among the girls there but Dominique was relatively naïve and had paid little attention to them. She had suspected nothing when he told her that one of her subjects was below par and she should study harder. "Bring your papers to me at my flat tonight and I will give you some extra tuition" 

Dominique had been grateful that her tutor, whose name was Alexandre, was to be her tutor. He may have been twice her age but he was very rugged and handsome and had a charming manner. She was completely under his spell and when he promised to give her extra "tuition" little did she realise how much her education was about to be advanced!

Dominique duly arrived at his flat.. She may have been naïve but like all 18 year old teenagers she liked to wear pretty clothes and show her body off. Her tutor answered the door and Dominique stood there in a silk pleated dress. It was windy and the dress clung to her nubile young body.

"Come in out of the wind darling and please do call me Alex."" he said. 

As the door closed behind her Dominique realised for the first time that his intentions may not have been entirely honourable! She began to panic. Why had he deliberately used the English word "darling?" The word spoken like that seemed to have a sinister significance. And never before had he asked her to call him Alex.


French Resistance



This is a transcript of a short story I wrote with the help of a real cyber-friend in France -- you know who you are!! Her responses are the paragraphs beginning with #

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In heat of the day you rest in your room, half asleep, half awake. You feel the slight brush of silk across your face. You open your eyes just in time to see a slim female figure slip out of your room. You rub the sleep from your eyes and run out of your room. You look up and down the hallway but you see nobody.

Suddenly you hear a sound behind you but before you have time to turn around, strong hands take the scarf from you and quickly, confidently, tie it across your eyes as a blindfold.

# I raise my hands, trying to untie the scarf with a little shout; afraid

The knot is too tight. But you feel a gentle hand take yours and lead you down the stairs and out into the garden.

# 'Who are you ... what's ...where do we go... please who are you?' and I feel the grass under my feet. 'What is it ... where are we ...what do you want?'

You are disorientated even though you are at your own home. The air outside is warm and you feel the strong sun on your naked body. You listen for familiar sounds that might help you to work out where you are, but there are none. You listen carefully in case your unseen, unknown companion should reveal his or her identity by saying even one word.

You do not even know if he or she is alone. What if there is more than one person, seeing you nude, exposed, desirable and vulnerable?

A hand takes hold of one of your arms. It feels like a woman's hand. Strong and decisive, but smooth and soft.

# 'Who are you' in a trembling voice, afraid

# I feel fresh air running all over my body, my skin shivers like goosebumps

Its owner is standing very close to you now and you smell the same perfume as on the scarf. But the smell of a perfume is altered by the chemistry of the wearer's skin and this time you discern the most beautiful scent you have ever smelt. 

# Leather? is he or she wearing something made of leather?

The hand holds your arm still. You feel something around your wrist, like rope, but soft and smooth.

# Thoughts run through my mind

It is being wrapped around, 2 or 3 times, then tied in a knot.

# Who can it be? What happened to me?

Now the unseen hand grasps you other arm and again you feel the rope being tied firmly around your wrist.

# I try to escape 'please please let me go' in a low voice, almost a whisper

But you soon realise it is futile to struggle.

# A strange feeling grows in my body; I feel the sun on my skin, the hardening of my nipples, the moistness of my pussy

And the feeling that maybe you do not want to escape!

# What happened to me. 'Please no no let me go' in a baby-like voice, trembling

It seems to your captor that you only pretend that you are in distress

# I feel strange (ho my god, are ... are we in the garden? yes ho my god ... )

You feel tension in the ropes.

You arms are being lifted

Pulled upwards.

# I tense my arms, trying to resist

The tree! You work out that you are standing under the old tree in the garden of your mother's house and your arms are being tied to the overhanging branch, high above your head.

Your heels are only just on the ground, your arms stretched tight, the muscles in your belly are taught and pulled flat. Your gorgeous hot breasts are lifted high on your chest. If you stand on tip-toes it relieves some of the tension but you can only stand like that for a short time.

Finally, when you are captive, helpless, unable to escape, a hand touches your body.

# I shiver... silently...

Feeling the soft touch of fingers, palms over my sensitive skin. It is a tender, woman's hand, but still you jump with excitement and expectation as it caresses your shoulder

Now you feel warmth, hot breath on your face

# My breathing accelerates; she is close to you now. I whisper 'no no not here ... the neighbours ...', my mouth half open

Finally you hear a voice, whispering in your ear. Yes, it is a female voice. You recognise it. She speaks French but with an English accent. "Je serai de retour plus en retard."

# I groaned... 'please please don't let me alone please'. But no answer comes

You are alone

# 'Are you there? please please don't go'. I try to relax... Taking the rope in the hands, trying to upraise my body

You do not know how long you will need to wait. Minutes? Hours? Trying to relieve the weight of my body. It seems to be hours... eternity...

The heat of the mid-day sun warms your body, exciting you. And you have to admit to yourself that, actually ...

# Tied in the sun, with all the neighbourhood sounds...

You enjoy being tied

# I am excited...

You enjoy being made to wait. You enjoy being a captive

# I feel as if my body was more sensitive

Is someone watching you?

# Humiliated by the idea that I am bound in full display

You hear footsteps approaching, soft steps on the grass, getting closer. You assume, of course, that it is the same English woman, but you cannot be sure. Warm breath on your face again.

"Tu semble magnifique" she whispers.

A hand touches the side of your face ... fingers running down your cheek and the side of your neck, down to your collar-bone, then onwards, down to the soft curve of the top of your naked breast. Then they stop ... your mouth searching for contact, hoping for a kiss, some contact, anything to confirm her identity. Your breasts aching for the fingers to continue their journey; your nipples hardening and growing in anticipation of a welcome touch

When will it come? Will it happen at all? You cannot be sure whether there may be more than one person looking at your delicious, attractive, twisting, captive body.

Then fingers touch your other cheek. The fingers track down your face and neck, slowly, only just touching your skin. You shake and shudder with intense concentration, this time the fingers do not stop. They approach your nipple, getting closer, across the small but beautiful roundness of your breast. The fingers slow when they reach the darker outside circle of your areola, then they stop. She keeps you waiting.

# 'Please, are you there? Please, please speak to me don't leave me like that' - begging, almost panting with frustration.

Suddenly, a touch, then another. Two hands, one on each breast, roaming over them, feeling, brushing, scraping and then, drawing circles around your nipples so that they can gently touch the tips of your hard, aching, erect, throbbing nipples. 

You stand higher, stretching, pressing harder against the fingers, now the fingers and the thumbs pinch quickly, then pull away, then pinch again, harder this time, both nipples, pulling them, pulling very hard, gripping tight, the pain is enjoyable at first, but then it becomes unpleasant. 

You try to step forward to reduce the pulling but you cannot as you are tied to the tree. You hear someone laugh, quietly. Is it the woman whose fingers hurt your nipples? Or someone else watching! Then the fingers let go suddenly. The blood rushes back into your nipples.

The voice laughs again, then she speaks: 

"Oh my poor baby, are your nipples hurting, my sweet cherie?"

You feel hands lifting your breasts, cupping them, taking their weight, then you feel the welcome, soothing warmth of lips on your right nipple, wet, soothing, licking and gently sucking.

Now you feel lips on your left nipple; your head is filled with delicious feelings and emotions, and you drift away for a moment, until you come round with a sudden realisation that now you can feel ... mouths on both nipples at the same time!!!!!



French Resistance - The Sequel



French Resistance -- The Sequel

During World War Two the Nazis occupied France and Paris thronged with German military, both army and Luftwaffe. The need for brothels was enormous and this is about one such brothel -- reserved exclusively for officers. 

It is a sequel to the Literotica story, "French Resistance."

Madam Deloise was a middle aged French ex-prostitute who was the "madam," in charge and the girls were also mostly French -- although a few were English. They were all from good families and had been captured and accused of crime against the occupying Nazis. If they were pretty they were usually given an option -- either to be sent to a slave labour camp in Germany or be confined to what was known as a "Leisure House". In that way their German masters could claim that they became brothel girls voluntarily!

One day Madam Deloise asked Susanne to come to her room. One of the other girls heard her and smirked. Madame Deloise was gaining quite a reputation for inviting girls to her private room and seducing them.

Susanne entered the room and Madam Deloise, as was usual, gave her an affectionate kiss. A new girl was in the room also.

Madam Deloise explained. "Susanne, you are English and this girl is also English. Please can you try and talk some sense into her!"

The girl stood there in an obviously expensive fur coat and without doubt she was very beautiful.

"Oh, so you are English too?" said the girl in what Susanne thought was a most haughty and upper-class accent. "Well, my name is Annabel, the honourable Annabel, daughter of Lord W........e. These people have detained me and I demand that I be treated in accordance with the rules of the Geneva Convention. I was being hidden by a French family and have just been captured. They took me to Gestapo Headquarters and accused me of being a British spy because I had not given myself up for internment. Then they did unmentionable things to me before packing me off here -- which I take to be a house of ill repute?"

Susanne had heard enough of this stuck-up bitch. "Listen to me Miss whatever-your-name-is. You can think yourself lucky to be sent here. You might have been sent to Germany and finished up as a slave labourer. Where," she added, "you might well have died." 

"What do they propose doing with me?" asked the superior Annabel.

Susanne felt like saying, "they are going to fuck you senseless darling," but instead ignored the question. "What did they do to you at Gestapo headquarters?" she asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," replied Annabel defiantly.

"Did they take you below and pull your clothes off? And then did they have some fun with you?"

"Yes they did as a matter of fact and I told them they would be in big trouble once we had won the war!"

"Did they take turns in fucking you?" asked Susanne, brutally.

For the first time Annabel's composure faltered. She was not used to that crude word. "No, she said as tears welled up. They said that I was lucky they are not savages."

"If you were tied to a bed naked they must have done something to try and break your spirit?"

Again Annabel faltered. "Well they, they played with me -- you know -- they played with me."

"No, I don't know," said an exasperated Susanne.

"Electric stimulation," said Madam Deloise, who knew enough English to understand. "Makes a girl cum time and time again. I had it done to me once. It left me exhausted!"

Annabel looked at both of them horrified and almost not able to comprehend these two. The middle aged ex-whore and the pretty young English girl.

"Anyway," continued Annabel, "they could see that I couldn't tell them what I didn't know and the officer in charge eventually ordered me to get dressed. We have just the place for a gorgeous young girl like you and we might well meet again in different circumstances."

"I didn't know what he was talking about."

"He probably meant that he would come and find you here when you are installed in this "house of ill repute", as you like to call it. Then he really will have some fun with you!"

"Huh," said the feisty Annabel. "Over my dead body!"

Susanne spoke softly to Annabel. "Sweetie, you can forget any idea that you will escape your fate. This is a brothel for German officers and you, darling, unless I am very much mistaken, are destined to be one their favourites!"

Susanne left the room and Madam Deloise comforted the now humbled English aristocrat. As with many other girls before her, she became submissive as she was bathed and petted by her new mistress.

The next time Susanne saw Annabel was when she saw her in the dressing room where the girls went each day to choose what to wear for their busy evening and night. The girls had stripped her and were in the process of dressing her from the extensive wardrobe of expensive silk and satin underwear that the Germans had looted from expensive Paris lingerie shops when they marched into the city. No skimpy briefs for girls in those days. Satin and silk and lace were the norm. They finished dressing m'lady and she was sat at a dressing wearing a sumptuous short satin and lace slip. Her silk stockings were held up by a garter belt which matched her slip.

"The boys are going to go mad for you," said one of the girls. "Never forget to always wear a condom," warned another.

Susanne had to admire her pluck. The girl had recovered her composure and was defiantly telling the girls how she would refuse to become s sex toy for these Nazis.

"What do you propose to do then?" said one of them, "keep your legs tightly closed!" The girls laughed but Annabel held her ground. She was convinced they wouldn't dare touch her. This young English aristocrat!

A couple of days went by and the new girl was summoned to a spotless reception clinic within the so called, "Leisure House".

A German army doctor arrived to examine her and she flatly refused to strip for him. 

Madam Deloise was, of course, also present. "Darling," she said. "If you don't do as the doctor orders they will simply send for a couple of thugs who will delight in undressing you."

Annabel reluctantly submitted to an intimate examination by the doctor. He turned to Madam Deloise. "Perfectly fit madam. You may work her as hard as any of the girls."

The colour drained from Annabel's face. It was dawning on her that she was in an impossible situation. 

The doctor left and Madam Deloise could see that Annabel was, for the first time, tearful about her predicament.

"Don't worry darling, just look at the other girls. They look happy enough, don't they?" It was true. The girls were all in good spirits and seemed more than happy with their fate.

Madam Deloise left it at that. She knew from experience that this rather difficult and somewhat superior young girl of only eighteen would succumb to the inevitable. Annabel was unaware of course that Madam Deloise had some special pills that she often had to administer to fresh girls.

Annabel became more cooperative. She knew that Madam Deloise was trying to be supportive. 

"Time to shave your pussy darling," she was told and Annabel submitted meekly whilst Madam Deloise expertly performed the intimate operation. "Rules darling. Rules from our German masters. Hygiene you know." Finally her mistress stood back to admire her handiwork. Suddenly her hand was on the naked pussy and poor Annabel gasped as she fondled it. Then she said what she always told a new girl. "That pretty little pink pussy is soon going to be so very busy." Then she kissed a subdued Annabel full on the lips.

The next evening Annabel joined the other girls in the reception area at the foot of the stairs. Madam Deloise called to her. "Go to your room Annabel darling," she said so that everyone could hear. "I have a nice young man who would like to come to you." 

Annabel's lip quivered as she knew she had no option but to obey her new mistress. She had been feeling strange ever since she had a cup of coffee with Madam Deloise and was unusually compliant. Susanne guessed that she had been secretly slipped the pill which would put her in a state of high sexual arousal for the next few hours. 

Just then a handsome Luftwaffe pilot entered and the other girls knowingly nudged each other. Most of them had "entertained" Karl and knew just what a stud he was. Annabel certainly wasn't popular with any of the girls. "Serve the bitch right," said one of them. "Hope he fucks her silly!"

"Don't worry," he will", piped up one of his recent willing victims, "The lucky thing!"

Susanne looked with concern at Annabel. She didn't like the stuck-up bitch, but couldn't help feel compassion for what she was about to be subjected too.

Madam Deloise saw the concerned look on Susanne's face. She winked. "Don't worry Susanne, cherie. I have slipped her one of the doctor's special pills. I doubt she will struggle much!"

Susanne smiled in return. She remembered the effect it had on her when she was a frightened and reluctant newcomer.

Annabel was ordered to take her beau by the hand and escort him to her bedroom. About an hour passed before the door opened. A rather dishevelled Annabel was seen to kiss the young officer on the lips as he left and closed the door behind her. 

Susanne saw her kiss him. She was amazed to see her cup his face in her hands and kiss him with enthusiasm!

She made her excuses to an officer who was just approaching her. She was keen to know how "Lady Muck" was feeling now!

There was no reply to her knock on the door but she opened it anyway and saw Annabel sobbing her heart out on the bed, dressed in only her knickers and a choker necklace. Between sobs she told Annabel how humiliated she felt.

Annabel dried her tears and Susanne could see that the poor girl was unable to avoid the temptation to keep touching herself through her knickers. 

Annabel noticed her gaze and snatched her hand away and blushed. The sex pill would work for several hours and during that time the victim would be in a state of continual sexual arousal and unable to control herself.

"How are you?" Susanne asked. "I have just come up to make sure you are ok but I must go downstairs again soon." 

"Don't go yet," Annabel implored. "I have just got this need to tell somebody what that brute did to me. He tried to be charming and went to kiss me but I just slapped his face!"

You didn't!" said Susanne in amazement.

"Yes I jolly well did, and do you know what he did next?"

"No, of course I don't replied Susanne. How could I?"

"He slapped my face hard! How dare you", I said. How dare you slap a lady's face? He just laughed at me and before I knew it he had slipped the straps of my evening gown off my shoulders and I was standing before him in just my slip and knickers."

Susanne was becoming intrigued by Annabel's first sex romp. "Go on," she said.

"Well he spun me round so that he was behind me and I was facing that big mirror over there", and she pointed at a full length mirror at the foot of the bed." Then he started to fondle my breasts. I was sooo embarrassed! Then his hand went down the front of my knickers and he was feeling me. I knew it was wrong but somehow I just couldn't stop him."

"Then he turned me round to face him and made me stand there while he stripped to the waist and took his trousers off. He is very athletic and handsome you know, Susanne! Then he got hold of my wrists and bent them back so I was forced to kneel in front of him." 

"His "thing" was making his pants stick out a mile in front of him."

"Now you will pay for striking a German officer," he said. "Do you know what this is my beautiful young English heiress?" 

"I could feel my face was red as red. "No, I lied."

"Well you soon will darling," was all he said and with that he let his pants fall and his "manhood," was in my face."

Susanne had enjoyed a visit from the notorious Karl and she remembered just how magnificent it was.

"I think at this point I must have lost all reason!" said Annabel. "Because I couldn't believe my own actions when I just held it and fondled it without being told to. It seemed I couldn't help myself. I was so ashamed!"

"Kiss it," he ordered and I kissed his big knob. "Before I knew what I was doing my lips were around it and I was sucking him off. Such humiliation Susanne!"

"Then I remember," he gasped. "Not too much my little English beauty," he said and with that he picked me up and threw me on the bed." 

"Your turn now," he said, and he forced my legs wide apart and kneeled between them. Then he teased my most intimate part until I couldn't help myself. I just had a massive orgasm while he held me in his arms. I was so ashamed Susanne. I really was."

Susanne smiled to herself. How often was The Hon. Annabel going to tell her how ashamed and humiliated she was! So ashamed that she wanted so badly to tell her what had just happened.

Susanne could see by the glazed look in Annabel's eyes that she was still in a state of high sexual arousal and her hand had found its way once more into her knickers as she was relating her "fate worse than death" to Susanne. She snatched it away when she saw Susanne's glance.

Susanne said, " darling, its sex. It's the most natural act in the world." 

"I know about all that snapped Annabel, but the worst of it was I couldn't stop him and worse than that, I didn't want him to stop. I just wanted him to fuck me." There! She had said that word. And she blushed scarlet as she said so.

"I must go down," said Susanne again, but Annabel wasn't going to let her go before the whole story was out.

"Then I was on my back and he took me without mercy. I remember crying out to him but he took no notice. The next thing I remember was being trapped beneath the brute and having the most massive orgasm."

"Are you enjoying yourself my little English slave girl?" I remember him saying. "It feels as if you are!" "Then he made me kneel and he took me from behind just like a dog. I was so humiliated Susanne, I really was! I think that was my favourite position!"

"He was sooo good at it Susanne. Then I could feel myself building to another orgasm. My vagina was grabbing his penis as it spasmed. I heard him gasp and then I felt him pumping into me. Then we both collapsed together on the bed. When we had both got our breath back he rolled me over on to my back and smothered my breasts and my face with kisses. Then our lips met."

"I hope you remembered to put a condom on him?"

"Oh yes. He was good like that. I didn't need to ask him," said Annabel.

"And I hope you didn't slap his face again as you did when he kissed you the first time?" 

Annabel didn't reply. He busy fingers were getting her very excited.

"You're playing with yourself all the time you are talking to me," said Susanne mischievously, but this time Annabel was reluctant to take her hand away. All her inhibitions seem to have left her. If she was ashamed she had a funny way of showing it. I mustn't be cruel thought Susanne. The poor girl can't help herself. Madam Deloise told her afterwards that she had slipped Annabel two sex-arousal pills. No wonder she is so excited, poor thing, thought Susanne.

Impetuously Susanne climbed on to the bed with the emotional Annabel and held her tightly. She slipped her hand into Annabel's knickers and fondled her pussy. No attempt was made to push her hand away. "Do you feel sore sweetie?" she asked. 

"No not at all. I just feel wonderful," admitted Annabel.

Susanne started to fondle her new friend's naked pussy and began to tickle her clit.

"That's what the brute did to me. Don't stop Susanne. Please don't stop."

But Susanne was afraid that Madam Deloise would be cross that she had spent so much time with the new girl

"We are very busy tonight," she said again. "I must go downstairs."

Annabel asked if she should go down but was told that the choice was hers. "Just do your make up and wear another pair of panties. I will tell madam Deloise that you are feeling fine. She might send another handsome young stud up to you."

Annabel managed to raise a faint smile. "I couldn't help it she said once more. I just couldn't help it. He kept feeling me and making me so wet! Then he fucked me while I was still wearing them." Suddenly that rude word had become part of her vocabulary! 

Annabel was aware that there were several pairs of French knickers and panties in her bedside cabinet and had wondered why. Now she knew. Every time a girl had sex they would be stained the girl's wetness and she would need to change her panties.

"I really must go," said Susanne.

Annabel didn't answer her. The poor girl was furiously masturbating to the point of orgasm.

"Enjoy yourself darling," were Susanne's parting words.

Susanne went to find Madam Deloise when she left Annabel to tell her that their new girl was OK.

Late the next morning Susanne visited Annabel and found that she was just rising.

"I don't know what happened to me last night," she said. "Was I very naughty?"

"Yes sweetie you were very naughty. But the thing is did you enjoy being naughty?"

The effects of the sex pills had almost worn off and Annabel was struggling to regain her composure and that superior upper class manner that the girls found so infuriating.

The next day Susanne and Madam Deloise agreed that the Honourable Miss Annabel, daughter of a lord, would be an enthusiastic and valuable asset. 

She soon became popular with the other girls too. "I'm just an upper-class whore aren't I?" she told them in her best superior manner and they all laughed.

A regular visitor was a Major Adelle. The girls knew him and thought he was quite strange. In fact Annabel could plainly sense see his femininity. 

Then it was Annabel's turn to be noticed. He clicked his heels in the quaint German fashion. "Shall we, Mademoiselle?" he said Annabel held his hand as was usual and took him to her bedroom.

She felt his limp hand in hers. Not at all like all her other boys. In fact one of the girls had already remarked on his slight figure. "More like a woman," she had said. 

Annabel told Susanne what she intended to try and do to him. "This particular member of "the master race" is a sissyboy and I am going to have some fun with him," she told her friend.

"Be careful Annabel," warned Susanne. "He is a Major you know and it could be dangerous if he thought you were making a fool out of him." 

The bedroom door was shut behind them. "Shall I take your tunic jacket for you sir," she asked and he let her take not only the jacket, but his boots and then his trousers.

"It is so much easier for the gentle sex", he said. "You just have a dress or skirt and blouse and then your slip and knickers. I envy you your comfortable clothes."

Annabel thought she detected a hidden message in his conversation. "I wonder. I just wonder," she thought to herself. "I believe what I told Susanne is correct."

She then let her evening gown slip off her shoulders and she stood there to be admired, in just her silken undies.

It always had an electrically powerful effect on her "boys", as she was now calling them.

"Beautiful my dear, just beautiful," said the Major. He bade her sit on the side of the bed with him. 

"I often wonder," said Annabel artfully, "how you men must feel when you have to wear rough material next to your skin. I would hate it."

"Don't you wonder what it would feel like to wear silk or satin next to your skin?" 

That superior air had a powerful effect, especially on the German officer class.

His small cock was throbbing and she held it in her hand and encouraged it to grow. Little by little she was seducing him.

She went to her knicker drawer and produced a gorgeous silk pair. Then she wrapped his dick around them and gently masturbated him. The effect was immediate. 




French Resistance - The Sequel



His voice was hesitant. "Shall I just slip them on? Just for fun. Just to see what it feels like?"

"Yes of course major dear," said a secretly triumphant Annabel in a matter of fact voice, as if it was the most natural thing to do. She had been right all along. This particular member of "the master race," was a closet sissy.

Annabel had an uncle back in England. He was a baronet and it was common knowledge that he would dress as a woman around the house, so she was not entirely shocked by this officer's girly behaviour.

Her uncle lived alone with a housekeeper who was about his age and it was her who had found his guilty little secret and encouraged and seduced him to wear her clothes. Rumour had it that they slept together.

She kept her voice as matter of fact as she was able. "You men," she said with a smile on her face. "You are all the same!"

She was desperate to reassure him. She could see that although he was nervous he was putting his trust in her. He couldn't help it. That English upper-class superior manner gave him a feeling of being under her control -- He already revelled in her power over him.

He blushed like a girl when she held them up against him as naturally if she were serving him in a shop. 

Without saying anything she began to masturbate him just long enough to thoroughly excite him.

"I don't think I ought to," said the nervous Major, having second thoughts about being sissified by this dominant young woman. "Is that really true? Have others asked to wear your undies?"

"Oh yes"," lied the Hon. Annabel, who was enjoying herself. "Several! Anyway, I find it exciting and I am always thrilled when men ask to try my undies on. It is a real turn-on for me."

He had had heard enough. Annabel sat on the bed and standing before her was the dear Major, wearing his pretty panties!

She could see how excited he had suddenly become. She felt him through the soft silk. She ran her hands over his bottom and felt his legs through the silk before masturbating him more vigorously this time.

All the time he was aware that her hand was underneath her slip and she must be masturbating herself. Soon he climaxed and was squirting his cum into her hand through his knickers.

"Oh I find you so exciting sir," she told him and brazenly continued to masturbate herself before pretending to have an orgasm. "There! See the control you have over me? You are the most exciting man!" 

Whether, once she had brought him off, he felt embarrassed she didn't know, but he said little else whilst he was dressing.

"Whatever must you think of me," he said eventually.

"Whatever must you think of me," she said. "Playing with myself like that. I can't help it. You excite me so."

The major's dark secret was out

Annabel kissed him affectionately on the lips. "We girls must stick together," she said laughing and trying to make light of it. It was a risky thing to say but he was under her power and she was in control of him. 

The dear Major made several visits to his mistress in the next few months and each time Annabel became more adventurous. Before long she had him sitting up at her dressing table dressed in her glamorous undies and being made up like a girl. She stuffed a bra with silk stockings and she could see how he preened himself in the mirror as he admired his new figure.

"Love that blonde hair," she would tell him. "You need a really red shade of lipstick to compliment it!"

He never did fuck her. He was always content to be masturbated by her skilful hands and each time she would play with herself whilst she was doing it. 

"Oh you do excite me so sir," she would say. "You are my most exciting gentleman!"

A lot had happened to the Hon. Annabel, daughter of an English aristocrat since she was captured by the Gestapo!



French Resistance



"Lets sit down together on my settee and I will read the essay you have brought with you. But first we will have a glass of wine together."

As Dominique sipped her wine her tutor read the essay. Soon he looked up and said, "very good Dominique darling. You are a clever girl." He paused and then said, "and such a lovely girl."

Dominique blushed. Even she could now see the way events were going!

"Especially when you blush!" 

He put his hand on her lap and squeezed her thigh. "Relax Dominique. You trust me, don't you?

Of course she didn't trust him! However her guard was beginning to drop. Perhaps she didn't want to trust him?

"Oh Alex," she began -- but the handsome Alex was pressing home his advantage. "Oh Alex, please don't!"

It was too late. Dominique could offer no resistance as he kissed her gently on her cheek and then proceeded to hold her face in his hand and guided her lips to his. Soon they were kissing passionately.

"Oh Alex!" Dominique was now completely at his mercy.

They were still sitting side by side on the settee and Alex had his hand around her shoulders. His hand dropped to her bosom and was soon caressing her breasts beneath her silken dress. 

"Oh Alex, Oh Alex, please don't," was all poor Dominique could say. 

But her fate was sealed and when his other hand slid under her dress. It was soon above her stocking tops. That was it! Dominique knew from previous heavy petting encounters with boy friends, that once his hand was so near its goal Dominique had no resistance left. Several boyfriends had got that far with her. She had loved the mutual masturbation that followed. 

Her legs parted and skilful fingers massaged her wet pussy under her panties. He knew just where to touch her. His other hand was now under her dress pinching and caressing her nipples.

"I have feelings too darling," he whispered in her ear. With that he took her hand and as if in a trance she allowed him to place it on his erection. Instinctively she squeezed his manhood and immediately he released his throbbing dick and Dominique held it in her hand. She was soon masturbating him enthusiastically. 

The experienced Alex knew she was his for the taking. How many girls had he trapped and seduced in this way? He gathered her up in his arms and took his latest victim to the bedroom. He stripped lay naked on the bed whilst Dominique stood nervously looking at him deliberately stroking himself. Dominique looked around her and her eyes lighted upon a condom packet on the bedside cabinet. She certainly knew what they were and if she had not by this time have been completely aroused and out of control she might have known for sure that the only reason Alex had invited her to his flat was to get inside her panties. 

She stood beside the bed shivering with fear and excitement. 

"Here, let me help you," and with that Alex rose and proceeded to undress his prize. His fingers deftly undid the buttons and the silken dress slid silently to the floor. He couldn't resist sliding his hand down under her panties and caressing and teasing her pussy.

Dominique held his rock hard erection and together they briefly played with each other. Then Dominique eagerly pulled her slip over her head. She now stood in front of her tormentor wearing only stockings and a pair of white cotton panties with an enormous wet stain on them!

"I'm frightened Alex," You are sooo big! Please be gentle with me!

Alex wasn't listening! She was thrown on the bed and her legs were parted. He couldn't wait to strip her panties off and she cried out with pain as he roughly pulled them to one side and entered her. That initial sensation of pain was soon overtaken by the thrill of being fucked by someone who she had always secretly adored and who was now giving her a master class in sex.

All previous fears about sexual intercourse were dispersed that evening. As they both lay exhausted Alex told her that she was so very lucky.

"Because you chose me I suppose?" said Dominique, who couldn't believe his arrogance.

"No darling I can have practically any young undergraduate I like," he said without meaning to boast. "No, you are lucky because you have multiple orgasms. Believe me I have had so many girls on this very bed and you are one of very few who can cum with so much ease and so often."

It was true. Whilst Alex was fucking her in so many different positions she had experienced one orgasm after another.

As Dominique lay on the bed in her room at the brothel she recalled that evening of pleasure with the wicked Alex and in truth she knew that she was grateful that he had taken her virginity that night. Whatever lay ahead for her she knew that she just loved being fucked.

The door on the bedroom next to hers opened and closed and she heard the sound of voices. Then it went quiet and Dominique imagined them getting undressed and playing with each other. Then the door of the bedroom the other side of her opened and she heard the sound of a girl's laughter. Soon they went very quiet. The next thing she heard quite distinctly was the sound of bedsprings in both rooms. 

Poor Dominique was only human! Her hand dropped between her legs and her orgasm coincided with the sound of one of the beds banging furiously against the wall as the pair evidently reached their climax. She pulled the covers over her and was soon fast asleep.

The next morning her new friend Susanne came bounding into the room and threw her negligee off before diving under the sheets and kissing a naked Dominique. "I hope you don't mind me kissing and cuddling you darling, said Susanne. I'm not a lesbian you know!"

Dominique didn't think she was.

"Madam Deloise makes me feel nervous," said Dominique. "Her hands are all over me if she gets a chance."

Susanne laughed. "Its forbidden under the famous rules and regulations to be lesbian," said Susanne. "But nobody minds if a girl makes love to another. Madam Deloise is supposed to be in charge but she will have your panties off quicker than anyone!"

"What time did you go to bed Dominique?" she enquired.

"Oh, I was told to go to my room soon after seven," she replied. "Officers kept asking me to take them upstairs."

"You must have heard me then," said Susanne. "I'm afraid I make a lot of noise."

"So you are the girl in the room that side said Dominique. I was really worried for you. I heard you pleading with someone to stop."

Susanne laughed. "That was Otto's fault. He's a bit dim but he is a real animal in bed. He often chooses me." She giggled and whispered in Dominique's ear. "Haven't you ever heard of "stop it -- I like it?"

Dominique was having a crash course in sex! "How did you end up in here?" Dominique wanted to know.

"As you can tell I'm English really," said Susanne. "I had just graduated from finishing School in Switzerland and was having a few days off in Paris on my way home. Anyway I was stranded here and rounded up with all the other foreign nationals when the Germans overran Paris. Instead of going to an internment camp, where I guess everyone else went, I was arrested by the Gestapo."

"Poor you," said Dominique with feeling. 

"I don't really know why they singled me out but their excuse was that they thought I might have been deliberately left behind to spy for the allies. Lot of nonsense, of course."

"I was taken down to a cell underneath Gestapo Headquarters and...."

It was Dominique's turn to give her friend a hug.

"I was stripped by three burly women warders and was so annoyed with my treatment that I kept hurling abuse at them. Anyway the upshot was that I was brought before this Gestapo colonel. 

"The trouble with you English is that you don't know when you are beaten," he thundered.

"And the trouble with you arrogant Germans is that you can't see that your much vaunted "Third Reich" is doomed to failure and it is you who will be defeated," I told him.

"That really upset the dear colonel and he told me that for my insolence he would find a job where I would serve the interests of German manhood. That's how I finished up in here," said Susanne.

"Poor you," said Dominique again and gave her friend another reassuring hug.

"Oh don't worry about me sweetie," replied the feisty Susanne. "I've long ago come to terms with my lot and I have to agree with that awful Francoise, these Germans really know how to fuck a girl -- and I adore sex," she laughed.

"Your French is so good", said Dominique.

"Yes, I know," replied Susanne. "I can easily pass as French. I can speak German too but you are the only one who knows that. I never tell the Germans. Its quite funny sometimes. I hear them talking together in the reception lounge. They ask each other, "which one is the English girl?" They all want to fuck the English girl! That's probably why I am so much in demand."

"No darling," said Dominique, "its because you are so pretty. The perfect English rose. That's why you are so busy."

Later that morning madam Deloise called Dominique and told her the doctor had arrived.

She knocked on the door of the room she had visited the day before. The gynaecological chair had been pulled to the centre of the room and an elderly German doctor was seated at a desk. He indicated for Dominique to sit down and proceeded to ask a series of questions.

"How old are you child?"

The answer he gave coincided with her birth certificate which the efficient Germans had obtained from her flat.

"Just old enough then."

"Are you a virgin?"

Dominique hesitated just long enough for the doctor to say, "I will take that as a "no" then!"

Her sexual experiences had been very limited but as we know, she wasn't pure as the driven snow.

"Are you a frequent masturbator? How often do you....."

"Herr doctor," intervened madam Deloise. "Are all these questions really necessary?"

Dominique was relieved that madam Deloise seemed to be trying to protect her from so much embarrassment.

"Regulations are regulations and rules are rules," began the doctor who had no clearly had no compassion for the young girl who stood between them whilst her most intimate secrets were being discussed. "But I suppose you are right madam."

"Herr doctor she is a teenage girl. Of course she plays with herself all the time. Don't you darling? -- of course you do"

If Dominique thought madam Deloise was trying to avoid embarrassing her further she was going about it in a strange way.

Dominique's rosy cheeks were bright red. 

The doctor asked no more questions. "Take your dress off child," he said.

Dominique obeyed him and was now naked apart from a pair of cotton panties.

"And your panties child, and your panties," said the impatient doctor. "And sit on the chair."

Dominique then had the indignity of a vaginal examination.

Finally the doctor thrust two fingers into her causing a gasp of horror from his victim.

He turned to madam Deloise. "She is a healthy girl, you may work her as hard as you wish. She is very tight but the men won't complain," and a flicker of a smile appeared on his lips as he enjoyed his own callous joke.

Dominique couldn't wait to scramble down and quickly stepped into her panties and slipped her frock over her head.

"Herr doctor," said madam Deloise. "We have had a little trouble from some of the new recruits we receive. They are often most reluctant to have sexual intercourse and it takes a while before they can be persuaded."

"What?" exclaimed the doctor in amazement? "Don't they know why they are here?" He turned to Dominique. "You came here of your own free will did you not?" 

An indignant Dominique replied, "of course not. I'm a respectable girl I am."

"You were given a choice were you not? continued the doctor, ignoring her reply. "Either to be sent to the east and work for victory for the Third Reich or come here to this Leisure house and work to keep up the morale of our fighting forces in a profession that you French seem to think is an honourable one?"

Dominique remained silent. She could hardly tell him that she did not know what a "Leisure House" was. Anyway the alternative was unthinkable.

"I have some pills here madam," said the doctor. "They have been developed by our wonderful scientists. If you have any trouble persuading them to yield to our men just give her one about an hour before she is due to go "on duty". You may be amused by her sudden enthusiasm for sexual intercourse!"

"Thank you Herr doctor," she replied, "but you gave me some last month when you called." The doctor had forgotten.

"One final matter." The doctor was addressing Dominique. "I should warn you that excessive sexual intercourse over a long period of time, such as you will experience here, will stimulate your hormones and if your sexual appetite is naturally very high this may result in a form of acute nymphomania. This will never leave you for the whole of your active sexual life" 

Dominique wondered what the hell he was talking about and after he had left Dominique was tearful and threw herself into madam Dominique's arms. "Oh please take care of me she said. I will try to be a good girl."

Madam Dominique gave her a reassuring squeeze. "Everything will be fine. Here, I have something for you."

Dominique dried her eyes and was given a large box. She wondered what was in it and then as she opened it she could see that the box was full of condoms.

"That should keep you going for a few days," said Madam Deloise mischievously . "Oh I wish I was young again!" 

"I really don't think I can come down this evening," said Dominique nervously.

"Don't worry darling I won't "throw you to the wolves" just like that," Madam Dominique replied. "But wear something as alluring as you did last night will you?" 

This was no problem for Dominique. She had always been a girl who loved her clothes and she couldn't wait to visit that treasure house of dresses and underwear once more.

The afternoon went slowly and Dominique continued to be very nervous. There was a knock on the door and Susanne asked if she might come in.

"Yes of course, Susanne," said Dominique, who was relieved to have someone to talk to. "Would you like me to help you get dressed?" asked Susanne.

"Oh yes please," said Dominique. "That would be fun," and she forgot her fears for a while. 

Susanne suggested a little white knee length cocktail dress, probably looted from an exclusive Parisian fashion house.

"Virginal white!" said Susanne cheekily and then kissed her new friend. "Sorry darling -- just had to say it!" Underwear consisted of delicious French knickers (the height of fashion then), and matching slip. Sheer silk stockings and a wide diamond studded black choker necklace completed the picture and Susanne sat on the bed to admire the view.

"Tell you what Dominique dear."

"What?" said Dominique.

"Your short slip finishes just above your stockings and that always sends them wild. That glimpse of white thigh."

"Perfect," said Susanne and gave her friend a peck on the cheek and an affectionate squeeze. As she went out of the door she turned and said, "you will be fine Dominique. Just lie back and think of France!"

Dominique went out of her room at six o'clock and peered down at the reception lounge below. It was already thronged with girls and officers. There was an overpowering scent of perfume in the air and the whole scene was erotic to say the least.

Madam Dominique spotted Dominique and came up to her. "Go back in your room there's a dear," she said. "I have found a very nice young man who would like to come to you. Will you do that for me?"

Dominique hardly answered her but was soon in her room again. Soon there was a soft knock on the door and a man's voice said "can I come in please mademoiselle?"

Dominique opened the door fearfully and came face to face with a young man in a Luftwaffe pilot's uniform.

"Well, can I come in?" he repeated with a smile.

"Oh yes sorry," said Dominique. They stood together and the young man could see a ravishing young girl with her white cocktail dress and black choker necklace. She could see a handsome and quite muscular young officer looking at her.

"I have to tell you mademoiselle," he began.

"Please, my name is Dominique sir," she said.

"My name is Hans," the young man said, "and please don't call me sir. What I was going to say was that I have had very little experience with girls. I hope you don't mind?"

Dominique was becoming more relaxed. At least he wasn't an arrogant man and was relieved that he seemed as shy as she was.

Hans moved towards her and held both of her hands. Then Dominique yielded to him and they kissed each other gently on the lips. Hans took her in his arms and kissed her passionately and Dominique responded with her wet lips. 

Soon his hand was on her bottom drawing her to him. She could once more feel the promising hardness of a male erection pressing against her. 

The next few minutes were a blur. The sheer eroticism of the place had got to her and she realised that she was totally aroused. Somehow her dress was off and Hans had found his way under the wide legs of her panties. 

Then his trousers were off and they were on the bed together. She needed no instruction as she caressed that lovely big dick and he was feeling her clitoris and sending poor Dominique into raptures.

Then he was naked and kneeling between the wide-open legs of his girl, who was also naked apart from her panties, stockings and her black choker necklace. 

She willingly lifted her bottom for him to remove her panties and it was Dominique who guided him into her. "Careful Hans," she said. "Please be gentle with me." But soon all caution was thrown to the winds and Dominique was pleading with him. "Oh harder, harder!"

Suddenly Dominique came to her senses. "Get off me," she said, "oh please get off me sir," and she struggled to free herself from Hans who was determined to keep fucking her. Eventually she struggled from under him.

"Whatever is the matter?" he asked.

Dominique went to the bedside cabinet and gave him a condom. "You must wear one of these things," she said and rolled it on to that great big rigid manhood.

He picked her up and threw her on to the bed and she eagerly opened her legs for him.

This time there were no more interruptions and soon he sensed that the pretty young prostitute trapped beneath him was building to an orgasm. He held her in his arms and kissed her as she shuddered uncontrollably.

Then Dominique was ordered to kneel and she had her first experience of being taken from behind as he held her waist and drove into her, making her gasp. Soon she was rocking backwards and forwards with quite as much enthusiasm as Hans. 

Finally she was once more on her back and he gripped her ankles and held her legs wide apart as he furiously built to his own climax. She was helpless on her back and just loved that feeling of total submission. Of being completely in his power. 

Dominique felt him pumping into her before he collapsed exhausted on to her. Then they kissed passionately before Hans rose and got dressed.

Dominique was still lying naked and unashamed on the bed as he leaned down and kissed her. "Until we meet again darling," he said. "And that will be soon I promise you." "Very soon," and he was gone. 

No sooner had he gone then madam Deloise appeared. For some reason Dominique felt uncomfortable lying there naked in front of this woman, whereas with Hans she had revelled in her nudity.

Madam Deloise bent down and kissed her gently. "One thing I must remind you," she said. "You must always get your man to wear a condom. You know the consequences could be catastrophic don't you?"

Dominique was puzzled. It was almost as if madam Deloise knew what had happened.

"You don't have to go downstairs if you don't want to," said madam Deloise generously. She was anxious to break this pretty little thing in gently.




French Resistance



Little did she know that if she had been ordered Dominique would have obeyed her mistress. "Thank you," she said.

The next morning Susanne burst in and they were once more naked together under the sheets.

"Well?"

"Well what?" asked Dominique.

"Was it all bad? Have you decided you would rather be a nun?"

Dominique laughed and had to admit to her friend that it "was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me." Susanne laughed and gave her friend a cuddle. "There, I knew you would be fine here."

"One thing puzzled me," said an innocent Dominique. "He told me that he was shy and hadn't had much to do with girls. But he just took totally took charge and I'm sure he was teasing me."

"Of course he is an experienced stud," said Susanne. "Don't you think madam Deloise put him up to saying that just to put you at your ease?" "As if he was saying look I'm as shy as you are!"

Dominique was learning!

Another day and Dominique was losing her fears. Nevertheless she had to ask the question. "Do I have to go down tonight?" 

"Not if you don't feel ready for it yet," sweetie said madam Deloise. But secretly she was getting frustrated with these girls who were proving so difficult to "break in". Perhaps the beautiful Dominique should be a candidate for those pills that the doctor had supplied? 

The two girls were in the reception lounge and completely forgot the time. Suddenly the doors opened and two Luftwaffe pilots entered. 

"That's funny," said Susanne, "there must be a squadron on leave here. Hurry up or they might catch us," she said.

But it was too late. One of them called out. "Hey you two."

Susanne knew her duty and smiled sweetly at one of them. She held his hand and started to take him to her room.

As for Dominique, she was fleeing upstairs hotly pursued by the other young man. With a bound he captured her and held her tightly. "Hey what's the problem sweetheart?" he said. "Have I got horns growing out of my head?"

Susanne came to her rescue. "Please let her go sir. She is a new girl only just arrived."

"Oh is she indeed," said the young pilot who couldn't believe his luck. "Well darling I promise to be gentle."

With that Dominique knew that she had no alternative and he held her hand as she propelled him to her room and a fate worse than death!

Once inside he did his best to calm her. "I'm sorry," he said. "If you really don't want me to I won't? I'm not a rapist you know."

It was sweet of him but Dominique knew that it was useless to resist. She had to come to terms with her new "profession" and he seemed like a very nice young man and not much older than herself. She went up and stood right beside him. It was a gesture of submission and he gratefully took her into his arms as he crushed her wet, inviting lips to his.

It was a warm day and Dominique had chosen a delightfully simple cotton dress and not much else. As he held her to him and ran his hand over her bottom she quickly became aroused..

Her golden locks were tied into a ponytail and her partner playfully undid the band holding it. As her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders she could feel his passion rising. His hands dropped to the hem of her dress and his big hands were sliding up her thighs and his big rough hands were caressing and squeezing her bottom under her panties.

He dropped to his knees and lifted her dress up and his face was looking at a damp patch on her panties. Then she gasped as he pulled them down around her ankles and kissed her wet pussy. Dominique put both hands on his head as his tongue explored her.

Then he was on his feet and Dominique immediately pulled her dress off over her head. She stood there naked with her panties around her ankles. Then he lifted her up gently and lay her on to the bed whilst he quickly stripped off. Soon he was kneeling between her opened legs and immediately inside her.

Dominique was having another lesson in passionate lovemaking as he wildly thrust in and out of her. Then she remembered. "Get off me sir," she cried. "Oh please get off," and she struggled to free herself.

Once more in her passion she had forgotten the all-important condom. She tore the packet open with her teeth and rolled it on to his throbbing dick. "Sorry sir. Forgot! before once more spreading her legs and eagerly offering herself to be fucked.

After a few more energetic thrusts she felt him squirting into her and he collapsed on top of her.

"Sorry," he said. "Sorry mon Cherie."

"Don't be sorry said a kindly Dominique. You were great." But she was lying of course and he had been a disappointment. In the next room she could hear the bed being tortured.

Her partner quickly got dressed and was about to leave to hide his embarrassment, but Dominique felt sorry for him. She held him and gave him a kiss. "You were great sir," she said. And then he was gone.

After she heard Susanne's door open and closed and she was sure her friend was alone again Dominique went to see her. Susanne was lying naked on the bed stretching luxuriously. "He was super,! she said. "Just super!" "What a stud! What was yours like Dominique?"

"Oh he was a perfect gentleman," replied Dominique.

Susan looked at Dominique's face. "He was a "quicky" wasn't he?" she said, suddenly sitting on the bed beside Dominique. "A lot of them are very immature," she said, "and it happens a lot. Never mind she said cheekily the next man is only a wink away in this place!"

Dominique smiled shyly. Susanne was right, he was a "quicky" and he had left her unsatisfied.

The afternoon drew on and Dominique decided to find that exquisite black off the shoulder dress that she had tried on before. She soon "rescued it" and was admiring herself in the mirror. She removed her hair band and shook her hair so that it flowed over her bare shoulders. She sat at her dressing table and carefully made herself up. She nearly always chose bright red lipstick and she rightly thought it set her blonde hair and the black dress off to perfection. A liberal few dabs of Chanel No5 and she was ready for the action.

Quite confidently she descended the marble staircase sharp on six o'clock and was almost immediately snapped up by an SS officer. He was at least ten years older but Dominique thought how handsome he looked.

Once safely in her bedroom no time was lost. He was of course besotted with this lovely young blonde as gathered her up in his arms. His fingers were fiddling with the back of her dress and trying to find how it was removed. Suddenly he apologised. "Mademoiselle, here am I trying to undress you and we haven't been introduced. My name is Erwin. May I ask your name please?"

"My name is Dominique," replied our heroine smiling. How strange these German mannerisms are she thought.

Then it was "back to business" but still Erwin was baffled by the fastening and he was just dying to strip this gorgeous young girl naked.

Dominique decided to have some fun with him. "What if I don't tell you how? What if you can't undress me? Shall I tell you how sir? Do you really want to know?"

The SS officer was powerfully built and was quite willing to join in her little game. She shrieked in mock terror as he picked her up as if she were a feather and threw her on the bed face down to discover how to strip his prize.

Dominique had teased him enough. She stood up and turned away from him so that he could finally undo the zip.

The velveteen dress slid silently to the floor and Dominique was left standing in another very expensive maroon, lace trimmed full length slip. Nothing could enhance this beautiful girl's figure more effectively.

The SS Major let out a whistle and once more Dominique was gathered up in his arms and his hands were on her bottom forcing her to feel his erection. 

She felt his hands exploring her and it was exciting her so much. She felt her slip being drawn up her thighs and his hands were inside her panties caressing her voluptuous bottom.

Then he seized the hem of the slip and Dominique allowed him to pull it over her head.

Another whistle from the Major as Dominique proudly stood before him with her hands on her hips. Look at me she appeared to be saying. Look at my magnificent body.

He held her again but this time side on to her as he slipped one hand into her panties to feel her bottom and the other hand was caressing her pussy and skilfully touching her clitoris.

It was time for Dominique to gasp as he continued to play with her. She felt if he continued much longer that she would orgasm.

However, this was a man of experience and he new just how far to go to tantalise his gorgeous little prostitute before finally taking her. He pushed her down until she was on her knees and proceeded to strip in front of her. His enormous erection sprang free and Dominique's face was right there.

It was obvious what was expected of her. Madam Deloise had said there was nothing in the regulations forbidding oral sex and if ordered to do so she was unable to decline.

For the first time the SS officer realised that he was about to take a very innocent young girl to bed and his tone changed. "Just kiss the end of it sweetie," he told her. He knew that girls often found it a very pleasurable experience once they had done it once.

Dominique dutifully kissed it and then his knob was in her mouth and she was playing with it with her tongue. Soon she was sucking it enthusiastically. The very act of kneeling in front of "her master" in this act of total submission she found so arousing. 

"Enough of this foreplay" said her man and he ordered her to stand. This time he was on his knees but it was simply to pull her knickers down. She put one hand on his shoulder and stepped out of them. She loved it when she was undressed by her partner, she decided.

He briefly kissed her wet pussy and then threw her on to the bed. She was beneath him in just her stockings and suspender belt and the choker necklace that she so much liked. 

"Where are the condoms," he asked. "Oh, in the bedside cabinet," she said. Once again she might have forgotten and she was grateful for his thoughtfulness.

She cried out when he entered her and remembering how inexperienced she must be he was careful not to hurt her.

These Germans. Why have they got such big thick dicks she thought to herself as he eased it in to her hot, wet pussy. Before long all thought of being hurt was forgotten as she began to feel the tell tale signs that a massive orgasm was coming.

Her partner could sense it too and once she was in the throws of her inevitable climax he slowed his thrusting and held her affectionately in his arms. Then he withdrew and she excitedly sucked him off and masturbated him before he ordered her to kneel.

"Oh yes please," she said. "My favourite position!" Little did he know that was only the second time she had been taken from behind. Nevertheless she knew it was her favourite because she could rock backwards and forwards as well as him. He held her lovely young her waist tightly and soon Dominique was moaning in ecstasy whilst in the grip of another orgasm.

Then she was instructed to sit on him and she felt that huge thick penis slide into her slippery pussy once more. He was on his back and Dominique was in charge! How she loved it as she faced the wall at the foot of the bed and bounced up and down that great big slippery rod. 

He instructed her to lean back and put her hands on the bed behind her so that he could thrust into her. His hand was around her body and found her pussy and then her clitoris and it was all too much for Dominique as he masturbated her and at the same time was fucking her. Another massive orgasm followed and he could feel her pussy vibrating as she climaxed.

Once more Dominique was on her back underneath her man as he gripped her ankles and held her legs high apart. His pace quickened and she could tell he was about to have his own climax. As he did so poor Dominique had one final orgasm and they collapsed together in a heap. They both burst out laughing.

"You mademoiselle, are a little minx," he told her as he kissed her forehead.

"And you sir," she said, as she held his face in her hands and kissed him gratefully, "are a great big brute!"

They dressed together and Dominique was at the dressing table in her underwear putting on her make-up and some more perfume as he bent over her and kissed her affectionately. "The best little girl ever," he said and was gone. 

Dominique casually blew him a kiss as he went out of the door. Fortunately her lovely shock of golden hair only really needed a vigorous shake of the head and she was a picture of glamour again and ready to descend those stairs to catch another lover.

The rest of the evening was a blur and Dominique couldn't remember how many times she had closed her bedroom door on another "victim" before she eventually fell exhausted and was for once, alone on her bed.

Susanne made her usual visit the next day and the naked girls embraced each other once more in Dominique's bed.

"You were a naughty girl last night," said Susanne suddenly. "A very naughty girl. And to think, you haven't been here a week yet!"

"I know," said Dominique. "I don't know what came over me. I did things a respectable middle class girl should never do. I feel so ashamed now."

"What did you do after you left my room yesterday afternoon?" 

"I went to find a black evening dress that I like very much."

"And what else?"

"Oh, madam Deloise asked me in to her room for a coffee, that's all," said Dominique. "Why?"

"That's it then," said a triumphant Susanne.

"What's what then?"

"Don't you see, silly, she put one of those pills in your coffee. You poor girl you couldn't help what you did."

Dominique remembered what the doctor had said. "You may be amused at her sudden enthusiasm for sexual intercourse". "Oh my God, Oh my God, of course you are right!"

Dominique greeted madam Deloise coolly when they met later that morning. Madam Deloise made no attempt to lie. Don't be cross with me darling she said. We are so very, very busy and I thought you would take an age to come to terms with your new life. You must remember not to forget those condoms though.

When she visited Susanne in her room during the afternoon Dominique told her friend that madam Deloise always seemed to know when she had almost forgotten the all-important condom.

"Yes of course she is concerned," said Susanne. "Do you want to get pregnant? Shall I show you how she knows? Come with me".

They entered a corridor which led behind all the bedrooms. "I didn't know this existed," said Dominique, but Susanne was listening and didn't answer her.

They arrived outside one of the rooms and could hear that it was occupied.

Susanne quietly pulled back a curtain and Dominique gasped. They were looking right into a room and one of the girls was lying on her bed naked brazenly playing with herself whilst she waited for her man to strip off.

Dominique was shocked. "Pull the curtains back quick," she said. "If we can see them they will be able to see us."

"This is a two-way mirror we are looking in," whispered Susanne. "We can see them but they can't see us."

It then dawned on Dominique that madam Deloise was keeping a very close eye on her new girl. A very close eye indeed!. 

The man in the bedroom was leaning over the bed and playing with her pussy whilst the girl, whose name was Yvette was busy stroking his rigid dick. They watched fascinated as Yvette invitingly opened her legs and guided him into her. 

"What a lovely big hard dick he has," said Susanne. "I love it when they are so big. Don't you Dominique?" As she said so Susanne's hand was running up the inside of Dominique's thigh. Then her hand was inside Dominique's panties and Susanne was oh so skilfully masturbating her friend.

"Look at Yvette gripping his shoulders and look how brutal he is being with her," whispered Susanne into Dominique's ear. "Does it excite you Dominique darling?. Yvette is loving it. Am I exciting you darling?" 

Dominique could feel an orgasm coming on and of course, so could Susanne.

Dominique gasped as she reached her climax and Susanne held her tightly. "Sshhh!" Susanne giggled. "They will hear you!"

Back in Susanne's room Dominique said, "so that's how she knows. Oh my God, how embarrassing." 

"You will soon learn that there is no such thing as embarrassment here," Susanne told her wisely. "Anyway, why should there be? Sex is the most natural thing in the world." 

Then Susanne changed the subject. "You cum ever so easily," she said jealously. "You lucky thing!" After that Dominique surrendered to the inevitable and joined the other girls every evening. As madam Deloise said, they were so very, very busy! One day Madame Deloise called Susanne into her room. "Last night a new English girl arrived", she said. "I am concerned about her. She is eighteen, but a very young eighteen. Do you think you can take her under your wing and help to break her in gently Susanne?" Susanne knocked on the new girl's door. "My name is Charlotte. They caught me in an office block. I was trying to steal whatever I could because I am alone in Paris without any income. I was a student passing through Paris when the war broke out and I have been hiding from the Germans ever since." Susanne was amazed. But where have you lived darling? And how have you survived?" Charlotte's reply convinced Susanne that Charlotte may look very vulnerable but in truth she was a tough cookie. "So when they caught you what happened then?" asked Susanne. "They locked me up in a room in a big building and threatened to torture me if I didn't tell them where I had been hiding out. I told them but they didn't believe me." What do you mean, "they threatened to torture me"? asked Susanne. "Well, you know", said Charlotte. "No, I don't know", replied Susanne. "Well they tied me to this bed and -- well, you know! They pulled my clothes off and had some fun with me. In then end I think they just thought, lets send her to a brothel!" "Aren't you frightened darling", said Susanne. "At what your fate is?" Charlotte ignored the question. "They tell me its for officers only", said Charlotte. To tell you the truth I have just about had enough of living off my wits all alone in the big city. "Tiny little Charlotte is a truly feisty little dynamo", reported Susanne to Madame Deloise. "She may look all innocent and vulnerable but underneath it all I do believe this place holds no fear for her". It was true. Charlotte soon became a favourite target of the officers and frequently she broke the rules by "entertaining" two and sometimes three in her room at once. One afternoon Dominique spotted Charlotte smuggling two young Luftwaffe pilots into her room. She knocked on Susanne's door and the two of them went into the secret viewing passage to see what that naughty little Charlotte was up to. What they saw next shocked and thrilled them at the same time. Charlotte was trapped between both of them and they could see and hear that Charlotte was having the time of her life as they got into the rhythm of both of them fucking the little tart. So much for Madame Deloise and her concern for her new charge! Came 1944 and the allies landed in Normandy. The stylish brothel in the Bois de Bolougne became very quiet and the girls found themselves very under-employed. 

Dominique was often to be found in the reception lounge in the afternoons and madam Deloise could see that her lovely Dominique was becoming more and more hungry for sex.

As for Dominique, she remembered what that doctor had told her when she first arrived. "Excessive sexual intercourse could result in a form of nymphomania". 

When Paris was taken by the allies most of the girls remained where they were. Some of them were from eastern Europe and had no way of returning home even if they had wanted to. 




French Resistance



Susanne was about to say goodbye to her friend Dominique when a jeep pulled up outside and an American officer entered.

Madam Deloise greeted him but she had to call upon Susanne and Dominique to translate for her. 

The officer, who said he was a colonel smiled at the girls. "Bonsoir mademoiselle," he said and the girls laughed.

He looked puzzled at this and Susanne said, "we should talk in English don't you think?" And Dominique, who also spoke good English, explained to him. "Sir you have just bade us good evening!"

Then the girls explained their circumstances and why they were here.

The colonel was shocked. "But you are two such obviously well educated girls," he exclaimed. 

Dominique explained that her friend was about to go back to England and hopefully find her family. "But some of us have nowhere to go and no money and we have decided for the time being to stay here."

The colonel, who was not one to miss a trick said, "I have to tell you that are men would welcome such an establishment."

Dominique, who had a good business head on her young shoulders asked if the girls would be paid for their services and the colonel just laughed.

"Paid!" he exclaimed. "Girls would earn their fortune overnight. Our men are paid well but have nothing to spend their money on. But we do not like the word prostitute he said. We would prefer to call you escorts."

The girls laughed at this and Dominique said, "prostitute, escort, what's the difference we would still finish up flat on our backs!"

This forthright remark rather shook the mature American colonel. He was not used to such talk from two obviously upper class girls.

Madam Deloise was told and was of course delighted. It was arranged that a U.S. army doctor would pay monthly visits as before and all the rules should remain in place.

Good new travels fast and the next day the brothel was besieged by sex-hungry GI's.

Dominique had but one aim in mind. To make a few thousand dollars and find her way to the United States where she already had plans to exploit the age-old profession that she had become used to. 

The doctor arrived and he was a very handsome young man. Of course the girls, who were all totally shameless, teased him unmercifully. Francoise was one of the first to be examined and she had chosen the most please-fuck- me underwear in readiness to seduce him. No sooner than she entered the room she proceeded to take her dress off to display herself as provocatively as possible in front of the embarrassed doctor.

"You should undress behind the screen," he told her with a very red face. 

Francois ignored him. "Would you like me to take my panties off?" she asked with mock girlish coyness.

Once on that special chair the doctor apologised and told her that he had to examine her vagina. "Of course you do doctor dear," Francois told him, and spread her legs invitingly for him.

"Lovely warm hands sir," she said then she acted as if he was arousing her and she simply said please don't stop!

The embarrassed doctor had several more girls to see who, because of the life style they had been forced into, were completely without shame and enjoying teasing the "dishy" doctor.

A makeshift bar was set up in the reception lounge and for the first time girls were being taken out for a meal before taking their escort up that marble staircase. The GI's were so generous that the girls could make more money in one evening that they had ever dreamed of.

The girls simply couldn't cope with so many "customers" and discipline soon began to break down. Girls were seen taking two or three men at a time to their room. "I thought the Germans could fuck," said on of them," but these GI's, wow!"

Susanne had been to England and seen her family but soon made the excuse that she would like to return to Paris, "where a lucrative job", awaited her. Dominique was delighted to see her close friend again.

Soon an American colonel, who was in his fifties and due for retirement when he returned to the States, began to take an interest in Dominique.

"Whatever is a nice girl like you doing in a place like this," he asked her.

Dominique explained her circumstances and slyly told him that she really wanted to get married to "a nice man" but she thought it was unlikely that anyone would want her now. Her mind was busily concentrating on her goal, of living in the United States. She was obviously thinking, perhaps this nice, elderly American officer could turn out to be her "Sugar Daddy!" 

They began to see each other regularly and he invariably took her out to a nice restaurant where they struck up a genuine friendship. It flattered him so much that he could be seen in the company of a pretty girl. "Why don't you come back to "The States" with me Honey," he said one evening. "I will take you away from "all this." I know you were forced into this life and it wasn't your fault." He ignored the obvious point that Dominique was now selling her body voluntarily! As far as he was concerned he would love to return home with an attractive young girl less than half his age. It would make him feel young again!

Dominique had hooked her prize and told Susanne that he was nothing more than her ticket to America.