1 comments/ 15405 views/ 11 favorites Dishonoured Beauty Ch. 01 By: girdleman2 "Shit, I really want to fuck the bitch," said the soldier. "Well, the Colonel is going to enjoy her first, replied his companion. "She was taken to his quarters after the arrest of that bastard yankee who was screwing her. He'll have her knickers down quick enough." "Hear Girard wants her after the Colonel has his fill." The other soldier whistled. "When Girard and his boys have finished she'll wish she'd never been born," he said. They were talking about Dominique Paquet, the French beauty and mistress of American Dan Patterson, who'd just been unmasked as a spy. The handsome adventurer had infiltrated into the French army which had been campaigning in Mexico since 1862. With the end of the American civil war in 1865, the United States - which opposed French ambitions to conquer the country - could now intervene. Dan - in the guise of a weapons dealer and mercenary soldier - had been dispatched to gather information. Dan was in his early 40s and more than twice the age of Dominique, who he'd met only a few months earlier in New York. The 19-year-old girl was captivated by the dashing soldier and immediately fell in love with him. She'd run away from home at the first opportunity to be with him, leaving her distraught parents heartbroken. Dan had enjoyed many women but the ravishing girl was special. He'd taken her virginity and taught her how to please him in bed. Dominique's slim, shapely body gave him great pleasure. Her face had been made to break hearts and her innocent looks combined with the sexuality she exuded, made her an object of desire. Dan had taken her with him to Mexico after she'd pleaded not to be parted from him. He was aware of the danger and knew what happened to the women of captured spies, but she would provide more support for his cover story. Her fluent French was also a great advantage. Dominique was niave and did not know what Dan was really doing. She was blinded by love and questioned nothing he told her. Her life since coming to America as a child had been sheltered. Now she suddenly found herself amidst the French army camped around the town of Vadiz. They stayed in the best hotel as Dan circulated among the officers, who enviously eyed Dominque when she accompanied him to balls and dinners. They all fantasised about what they'd like to do to her. But she was protected by the large American who few wanted to anger. Dan gathered valuable information while playing his role. But Colonel Anton Dubois - the chief army intelligence officer - soon began to have suspicions about the suave American. His men kept him under surveillance and when he made a small slip it was fatal. Dan was leaving his hotel with an elegantly dressed Dominique on his arm when Dubois made the arrest, backed by six armed men. "You are a spy," said the Colonel. "You are my prisoner." "This is ridiculous. How dare you." retorted Dan. "It is no use. We have the evidence. I think that soon we will ah... persuade you to tell us everything." The American tried to grab his revolver but was overpowered as Dominique cried out in terror. "What is happening?' she cried. "Dan, what does this mean?" He knew what it meant. Torture for him, and sexual degradation for her. "Mademoiselle, you will come with me please," said the Colonel. "Leave her alone," shouted Dan as he was dragged off. "She knows nothing." "That we will find out." replied the Colonel. He saw his men's hungry faces as they leered at the girl. A large crowd had gathered in the street to watch the arrest. A crying Dominque was hustled through the onlookers to a carriage and bundled inside. The Colonel sat beside her as it was driven off to his quarters. "Please, sir. There has been some mistake," she pleaded. "No mistake mademoiselle. Patterson is a spy. I have all the proof which I shall show you," replied Dubois. Dominique was taken to his quarters on the upper floor of a hotel. She sat in a chair as the dapper Colonel handed her papers. She read the documents which damned Dan. Dubois watched her, his cock already hard. He very much wanted to fuck her but made himself take his time. Tears ran down her beautiful face as she sat in the expensive red dress, low cut to show off her cleavage. "I know nothing." she said. "I believe you," replied the Colonel. She looked at him in surprise. "Yes, you are just a dupe. He is an experienced spy who has deceived you like everyone else." "What will happen to him?" "He will be questioned, then executed." "No, please, you cannot," she wailed. "We may be merciful and spare him death. What are you willing to do to save him?" Dominique looked up at the Colonel. She could see the lust in his face as he stared back. Her heart was beating and she felt weak. Dan had been the only man to bed her, but she'd been very aware since a teenager of the looks men gave her. "I will do anything," she replied, head bowed. The Colonel came to her and ran his hands over her hair and then down to her shoulders. "I always thought you were a little whore under those innocent looks," he said, easing her up and unfastening the back of the dress. She didn't move as he worked on the buttons, fingers exploring as he stripped her. The last tatters of her modesty had her clutching her dress to her breasts at the front. His hand was spread against her back, which was exposed above her stays. He lifted her, casually dislodging her grip on the bodice so her dress fell away. When he set her on her feet, she was standing in her shift and stays, and tried to conceal herself. She blushed and felt sick. He traced the simple cotton-over-bone of her stays. He deftly unknotted the laces and pulled the strings loose so her stays, too, fell to the carpet. His hands slid across her torso over the plain cotton of her shift. Reaching down, he pulled it over her head. Dominique stood in just silk knickers. The Colonel was very aroused now, losing control as he roughly felt the exposed breasts and pushed down her knickers. Dominque cried out as he slid a finger into her vagina, whimpering as he thrust it high. "You are superb," he said. His mouth sought hers and he shoved his tongue between her teeth. "Every man in this town has wanted to fuck you," he breathed, picking her up and carrying her through to his bedroom. Dominique was scared but powerless. He put her down on the bed and surveyed the naked body. He was as hard as iron and he saw her tearful eyes looking at his manhood. "Yes, you will be getting a lot of this from now on," he said. "You will have to whore for many men to stop your spy being shot." He moved onto the bed and pulled the girl's legs apart as he mounted her. For Dominique, this was the beginning of a terrifying journey. She closed her eyes as the Colonel's hands and mouth moved over her, probing and exploring. He licked her breasts and then sucked on one of the nipples to harden it, while pushing his finger in and out of her vagina. Only Dan had previously gained access to her secret places. Losing her virginity to him had been a painful experience. He'd been as gentle as possible but his enormous cock had caused agony when he penetrated her tight opening and broke the hymen. She'd endured the pain because she adored him and the love making after her pussy recovered had been wonderful. Dan was a very skilled cocksman and taught the girl how to enjoy physical pleasure. He'd given her oral and showed her how to use her mouth on him. Dominique had been shocked at first but soon didn't need to be asked to go down on him, licking the big balls and his 10 inch stem before getting her mouth around his large head to suck until he came in her mouth. The bitter taste of his seed had at first revolted her but she'd learned to swallow it. Dominique discovered she had a high sex drive and surprised Dan with her wantoness. She quickly orgasmed and came often, shouting and urging him on while he thrust into her, fingernails digging into his back. Most of all, she loved riding him and experiencing the mind blowing orgasms this produced. Her innocent looks concealed a very horny girl. She'd had a sheltered upbringing but freed from the constraints of her parents she revelled in being fucked by the handsome American. But now he was chained in a cell and the Colonel was whoring her. It was not the first time Dubois had enjoyed captured women, but she was very special. There's nothing like the tight body of 19-year-old such as Dominique, and the Colonel intended to make the most of his time with her. His most recent sex had been with the whores in the officers mess - a mixture of French, Mexican and American women - but those 'soiled doves' could not compare with Dominique. She lay under him, expecting a brutal attack, but his sucking mouth and finger probing inside and playing with her clit made her wet. Despite her anquish over Dan and the fact a stranger was bedding her, she couldn't help feeling a mounting heat between her legs. She was very sensitive to being fingered while her nipples were sucked. Dubois knew what he was doing, and it would be a much better fuck if he took his time. Dominique moaned and he felt the wetness of her snatch increase. She didn't want to respond to this man who had thrown Dan into a cell where he faced torture, but she couldn't resist his probing. She cried out and came on his hand, twisting as he played her. "Enjoy eh, cherie," he said. "I have something more for you now." Her beautiful face betrayed her shame as she looked up at him. He kissed her pouting lips and forced his tongue between her lips. At the same time his big erection pressed for entry against her pussy lips and slid into the now very wet passage. He thrust high as she bucked under him and groaned. He wasen't a large as Dan but big enough. "You like cock very much," said Dubois. His balls were bursting now but he forced himself to hold back, wanting to give her a hard fucking. Dominique was already very sensitive and it didn't take long before the Colonel started to make her begin to come. The girl didn't want to behave like a whore but she couldn't help herself. She cried out in French and began moving against the hardness pounding her until the waves of pleasure flooded over her. Sweat ran off the smooth body to mix with that of Dubois as he increased his strokes and slammed his body into hers. Again she came and then the Frenchman could hold back no longer and with a loud shout unloaded a long stream of hot sperm into her womb. Dominique lay breasts heaving as he rolled off, tears running down her cheeks. She had betrayed Dan and behaved like a prostitute. Dubois went for a drink and then returned with one for her. "You are magnificent, cherie," he said. "A born courtesan." "I'm not a whore," protested Dominique. He smiled. "I have been with many whores and you may not yet realise it but you are one of the best." Dominique was in despair. As they lay in bed, the Colonel questioned her about Dan and what he'd been doing. The spy had kept his activities secret from the girl but Dubois learned something from where they'd been and met. "What's going to happen to me?" asked Dominique. "Well, we will see. That will depend on how co-operative you are and what the yankee spy tells us." The Colonel knew that the whip and hot irons would loosen the man's tongue. He would love to keep the girl but his fellow officers were desperate to fuck her, as were all the men in town. Dubois next demanded a blow job. He saw the resignation in her face as he asked her. He assumed the yankee had taught her how to give good head. Dominique did not disappoint. "Ahhh," he groaned as she first went to his balls, the flicking tongue exciting him before running along his thick veined stem. Her hand held his cock and stroked it before taking him into her mouth. "Shit," he exclaimed as she sucked and licked. "That's so good." He'd been blown many times but this was among the best. Dominique had already given Dan several dozen blow jobs and had mastered the technique. "Swallow when I come," ordered Dubois as he neared climax. He spasmed and cried out, sending a hot stream of fluid into her mouth and down her throat. The crud overspilled from her lips, falling onto her breasts. Dubois looked at her come spattered face, smeared lipstick and hair disarranged, eyes staring. "She now resembles a whore," he thought He fucked her three more times that night, including up the backside. Dominique had never done anal with Dan and she shouted in pain as he sodomised her. She had perfect tight buttocks and a small butt hole. Dubois really had to force himself into her as she screamed and then whimpered as he thrust away. He knew that many men would want to do this to her and she'd have a very big hole before long but for now it made his cock sore as he hammered way before coming once more. Dominique had learned a lot about herself from responding to his love making. She realised that without Dan's protection she was on her own and needed someone to safeguard her. Dubois was certainly better than what she could imagine as an alternative. She was prepared to whore for him in return for his protection. But Dominique had no idea of the lust she had engendered. Every man in town knew that she was being fucked by Dubois and wanted their share. Not just the officers, but the men as well. It was the main topic of conversation. "Officers will get her first," said one soldier. "Yes, but we should get our turn. Never have the classy cunt. Time we did," replied his companion. Dubois knew that he would only have limited time with the girl. Then she would really learn the meaning of being an army whore. To be continued... Dishonoured Beauty Ch. 02 Dominique was kept in Dubois's apartment for his enjoyment while her lover, Dan Patterson, was beaten and starved in a dirty prison cell. Dubois wanted not only to get the secrets from his prisoner's spying but also make an example of him. He had so far resisted the torture, but the French interrogator knew that every man broke in the end. The whip and red hot irons loosened any tongue. Chained to a wall, filthy, bruised and cut, Patterson tried to remain defiant. However, the mistreatment was weakening him. His jailer and torturer was Gaston Girard - a swarthy bearded bastard with a scarred face who enjoyed inflicting pain. "You going to squeal yankee when I get the whip on you," he growled, kicking Dan. "The Colonel is fucking your little whore and she's enjoying it. When he finished we'll all have our cocks up her. Me and the boys are first after the officers have their fucks." He laughed. The taunts about Dominique were meant to undermine Patterson along with the abuse. Dubois told him what lay ahead. "You can save a lot of pain by telling us everything. A public confession in the square with names of the traitors and then you can beg for your life." Patterson glared back at him. "Fuck you," he replied. Dubois sighed. "Very well it will be the whipping post and the irons. No one keeps silent after that." Girard grinned. "I'll have him screaming like a little girl, my Colonel." Outside the cell, Girard asked about Dominique. "I want the girl, Colonel. Me and the boys. When can we play with her." Dubois looked at the torturer, feeling very sorry for Dominique. "She goes to the officers house first. You will be first to enjoy her after that if you make her lover sing." "I'll do that OK, sir, Never fear." Dubois had only two more days with Dominique before he must hand her over to the brothel. There was no choice. His fellow officers were impatient to sample the girl. Then she faced the lower ranks such as Girard. He spent all the time he could bedding the beauty. She was still so soft and niave. Not for much longer, he thought as he thrust his cock in and out. Dominique was unaware that Dan was to be publicly whipped until the morning of the punishment. "Today you must brace yourself for unpleasantness," said Dubois. "Patterson is to be punished in the square for being a spy. He has refused to reveal information so he'll be forced to do so with the whip and irons." "No," cried Dominique. "You promised to spare him. You lied. No please." "He has not co-operated. There is no choice. He'll not be killed if he pleads for mercy." Dominique was crying and pleading. "Be quiet. Control yourself," ordered Dubois. She was in agony. The thought of her handsome lover being publicly tortured made her feel sick and she ran to vomit in a bucket. Dazed and weak she crouched on the floor trembling. "Come," said Dubois. "You must prepare. You will have to witness his punishment" Dominique did not know what he meant but there was a knock on the door and a middle aged woman entered carrying a bag. "This is Madame Madeline LeClerc," said Dubois. "She is in charge of the officers brothel. You will be going there after the punishment" Dominique stared at the hard faced woman. "Get up girl," she ordered. Dominique obeyed. The madam knew the girl was trouble. The men were like dogs on heat waiting their turns. It was always like this with a "special new one." Only last month the capture of a Mexican general's wife and her daughters had caused great problems. An hysterical mother and screaming girls who were forced to service the officers. The mother had to watch as her girls were deflowered, while she was also violated over a table. Now they were broken in and working the brothel like the other women. This one would learn the trade like them "Right. Clean yourself up. You're going to be on display today." said the madam. Dominique was forced to sit before a mirror while the woman gave her a quick wipe down with a wet towel, then applied thick red lipstick and powder to her face. "Right put this on," she said taking a red and black trimmed corset out of the the bag. Dominique obeyed and had the corset tightly laced up, making it hard for her to breath, breasts thrust out by the cups. She had to put on black stockings and then a pair of six inch high heels. "Good, turn round," ordered the madam. Dominique realised she was dressed like a whore awaiting a customer and was frightened. "You'll do," said the madam. Outside the noise was growing in the square. People flowed in to watch the spectacle, packed around four sides behind lines of soldiers. Dubois put out his arm. "We will go on to the balcony," said Dubois. Dominique stared back. "Like this? No I must have a dress." "You are a putta now. There is no need for modesty," he replied. "Today you go to the officers whorehouse. You will be showing off your wares from now on in public." Dominique blanched, eyes welling with tears. "Behave girl. You better get used to your new trade," said the madam. Dubois took her arm and led her onto the balcony. All eyes turned to them as they appeared. The sun glinted off Dominique's exposed body. There was an explosion of noise from the men, while the watching women tut tutted and uttered words of disgust. Whistles and crude shouts filled the air. Dominique stood humiliated, head bowed, sweating as the noise washed over her. The hungry eyes devoured her, cocks hardening as they viewed the gorgeous body. Dubois put an arm around her waist. "Now it is time to see that your man is not such a hero after all," he said He signalled and Patterson was dragged out into the square between two hulking guards. He was naked apart from tattered trousers, and his dirty body covered in welts and bruises. Waiting at the whipping post was Girard. "Well, time to show us how brave you are, eh," he grinned. Taking him by the hair he pulled up his face to look at Dominique on the balcony. "Your whore is certainly looking after herself. Going to the officers knocking shop today. Every man in this army is going to fuck her before she's finished." His eyes met Dominique, her face flushed as she looked down at him, tears running from her eyes. "Please stop this," she begged Dubois. "He can end it by confessing. I will give him the chance." He signalled for quiet from the excited crowd. "This man is a traitor. He has sold secrets which have caused the deaths of many French men. He now has the choice to tell us his secrets and beg for mercy, or face the whip and hot irons. Patterson will you reveal your fellow traitors?" "Merde," shouted back Patterson. "Very well. You will soon be screaming for mercy," said Dubois. "Hope you were going to say that yankee shit," grinned Girard. Stepping back he flexed the big bull whip which was lined with metal studs. He'd skinned many men alive and knew few lasted long under the lash. Patterson was tied tightly to the post and braced himself. Then he heard the whistle of the rawhide through the air before it cracked into his back. The pain was worse than he'd imagined as the flesh was torn away. He twisted on the post, gritting his teeth. Dominique cried out, trying to look away but Dubois forced her to watch. Again and again the whip made a bloody mess of his back. He was on fire with pain. It took all his courage not to scream out for it to stop. Ten times he was flayed until his back and buttocks were a mass of blood. Girard had expected him to break before now as he put all his strength into the blows. He knew the American was near to the end of his endurance. While the whip inflicted terrible damage, an assistant was heating branding irons before Patterson's eyes. Still he smothered his cries of pain. Dubois was anxious he did not die under the torture. He signalled for the irons, "No," pleaded Dominique. "Not that." She dug her fingernails into Dubois's hand. Girard dropped his whip. Walking to the fire he picked up one of the irons and held it in front of Patterson's face. "OK cunt, where do you want this, eh. Shitting yourself now," he laughed. He could see the fear in the American's eyes. Going behind him he toyed with the red hot brand and then thrust it into the ruined back. His victim screamed as his flesh sizzled and he twisted on the ropes. The pain was too much. "No more," he shouted. "Didn't hear please," said Girard. "Please no more," begged Patterson. "OK names of traitors." demanded Girard. A broken Patterson began to babble out the information. A crying Dominique watched along with the crowd. It was a good example to would-be traitors, thought Dubois. He'd never liked the arrogant American and had enjoyed seeing him humbled. Cut down from the post, Patterson was made to kneel and beg for mercy. "Very well. You shall be spared for the road gangs. Take him away." ordered Dubois. He was dragged back to his cell. The spymaster guided Dominique into the room as she cried and threw herself on the bed. He turned to the madam. "Come back in an hour for her," he said. The woman left. The excitement had given Dubois a massive hard on. Dominque's tight ass lay before him as she cried on the bed. Pushing down his trousers, he mounted her from behind, tearing away the brief silk knickers. She groaned as he forced his cock into her anus and thrust high. He sodomised her brutally, making the most of his last opportunity to fuck her. Given the choice, he'd have kept her but knew that after today she'd hate him. Anyway, there was no choice. The officers had already drawn lots for their turns with her. She would be very busy in the coming weeks. With a final few thrusts he came inside her and rolled off. Dominique lay face buried in the bed with his hot seed trickling out of her, absolutely shattered by what she'd seen. Ahead lay even worse. Later that day Dominique was escorted to the officers brothels by the madam, Madeline LeClerc. The girl had only been fucked by two men, her lover Dan Patterson, who now lay in a prison cell after being broken by a public whipping and branding, and the French army's spy catcher, Dubois, who had enjoyed her body while interrogating him. Now the gorgeous 19-year old faced having to service all the officers in the town. She had been an object of great lust while under Patterson's protection before his unmasking and arrest. Now she would have to submit to everyone with access to the officers brothel. There was great excitement at the prospect of riding her. She would be bedded first by the senior officers, then the junior ones. The madam had already drawn up the list according to rank. It would take several weeks for all the men to enjoy Dominique. Some had just wanted to take turns fucking her over a table but the madam had argued that she would be ruined for further use if she was torn up in a mass rape. "There will be much more pleasure for you from her having one man at a time," she said. "Everyone will get their turn and she will still be able to continue working. The other way she will be too damaged. She will whore for you, I'll see to that." Dominique was terrified at the thought of what lay ahead as she was shown into the five storey former hotel used as the officers brothel. It had a big ornate lobby occupied for eating and drinking. The women sat or stood around to be chosen. Like Dominique, many had been forced into the trade after being captured Camilla Sanchez and her two teenage daughters had suffered that fate. The Mexican wife of a defeated general had been raped along with her daughters, witnessing them being deflowered as the laughing men took their turns. The madam had been tasked with looking after the shattered victims following the rape and ensuring they served as obedient whores. She didn't want a repeat of that with Dominique. As Dominique entered the hotel, there were a large number of officers waiting to view her, some with bare chested whores, including Camilla, and one of her daughters on their laps. "Ha, she comes, gentleman," shouted one of the men. There were whistles and shouts as the scared Dominique appeared with the madam. The girl look wide-eyed round the room, smelling the smoke, alcohol and sweat. She heard the crude shouts from the leering men. Her heart was beating as she was guided towards the stairs. She had always attracted the stares of men but this was different. They didn't have to hide their lust and thoughts. "I fuck you up the ass," shouted one. "You suck my cock dry," laughed another. The madam pushed her way through as hands came out to feel Dominique's body through the thin dress, roughly grabbing at her breasts and buttocks. "Upstairs, quick." hissed the madam, fearing the men would attack the girl. They got to the stairs and climbed, with the noise following them. The men were not behaving as officers and gentlemen, being aroused by the sight of the lovely girl. They reached the higher floor. Dominique was shaking and sweating as she was pushed into a bedroom by the madam. White faced, Dominique stood trembling and feeling sick. "Very well, girl. You must get ready. The first will be here soon," said the madam "I can't," she replied. "Listen, you silly little bitch. You've got no choice. They wanted to have you down in the mess over a table. Know what that would be like. I persuaded them that it was better to keep you fresh for each man. There have been other women here who've been raped on a table or the floor. They'll tell you this is much better." Dominique looked around the room. A big bed, wash stand, dressing table and cupboards, worn carpet. Functional. It smelled of stale perfume from the last woman to have occupied it. "OK. Undress," ordered the madam. With shaking fingers, Dominique began to undo her dress. The madam knew that she'd soon learn to whore. She'd seen this before with newcomers forced to prostitute themselves. After getting their first taste of commercial sex they learned to adapt, put up with the worst of the pigs that would ride them. To survive. Dominique stood naked, displaying her superb slender body with its firm breasts, great legs and tight buttocks. Her face was tear streaked and strained, hair uncombed but she still looked ravishing. "Right, you need your face painted and hair done," the madam said. She was sat before the dressing table mirror and had her face made up. Thick red lip stick, rouge and powder. Then her hair cut shorter. Dominique churned inside as she was prepared. Never had she dreamed this would happen. It was a nightmare. But one she would not wake up from. She thought of her tortured lover, screaming under the branding iron after being flayed alive on the whipping post. The madam guessed what she was thinking. "Your man is gone, cherie. Forget him. This is your new life. Accept it." Dominique was given just a silk chemise and stockings to wear. "After each man you wash yourself. I will tell you some things you must do to keep yourself clean and avoid a child." The madam gave Dominique some basic tips on contraception and hygiene. Dan had previously instructed her on ways to avoid pregnancy, and she'd used them also with Dubois. But this was the mid-19th century and such methods were far from full proof. The madam had to deal with pregnancies and disease as part of her job. Keeping women clap free was not easy. That's where an experienced madam like Madeline LeClerc came in useful. She had run brothels for years and new all the pitfalls and problems. "Now you will entertain five of the senior officers today," said the madam. Dominique gasped. "The same for the next couple of days. Then you will have the junior officers - ten a day." "No, please, madame. Too many," she pleaded. "In the soldiers brothel they just queue up. Thirty to 40 a day sometimes. Consider yourself lucky." Dominique was in despair. "Right, when a man comes you wash him first - his cock - then suck him before he takes you. Dubois tells me you know how to blow men." Dominique bowed her head. "Good. The first in General Deladier. Bow when he enters. Show respect. I'll come after he has finished." The madam left. Dominique had to piss she was so nervous. She'd just finished when the general arrived. A big swarthy man in his braided uniform, red faced with a large moustache. "Well," he said surveying Dominique as she stood facing him after bowing her head. "The whole town is talking about you. Come here." She walked to him, legs weak. His hairy hands reached out and slipped the chemise off her shoulders, sending it sliding to the floor. She stood in only her stockings. He reached out a hand to squeeze a breast. "Magnificent," he said. "That bastard Dubois has been giving you a good fucking, no doubt, but now you will learn to whore properly.' He squeezed a hipple, making her gasp. "When I first saw you with that yankee shit I knew you were a little whore. Now I will see how well you can suck a cock." His hands explored her body, showing a finger into her vagina. Dominique stood as he pawed her thinking of Dan, pressed against the rough uniform. He kissed her face and then shoved his tongue into her mouth, nearly choking her with his bushy moustache. "Right unbutton me and suck." Dominique took him to the wash stand, undid his trousers and fished out a large heavily veined cock, already hard. She washed and dried him as he grunted. She'd given blow jobs to Dan and Dubois but this was different. He was a pig. "Now, madmoiselle. Your mouth please," he said. On her knees, she ran her tongue along the shaft of his erection, and then licked the end. The General murmered, stroking her hair as he sat with her between his legs. "Good, good. Excellent," he said, as she kissed and licked the stem again before sliding it into her mouth. Dominique found it easier than she thought it would be, trying to think of other things as her mouth moved up and down, taking him deep as taught by Dan and she had learned to control her gag reflex. The General cried out. It was very good head. He was surprised at her skill. Obviously not as innocent as she looked. He was leaking some pre-cum, and Dominique spat out into a bowl to clear her mouth. The General's balls were swollen and although he tried to hold back, he couldn't and shot a large gout of hot sperm into Dominique's mouth as he shouted as he orgasmed. He held her head so she could not pull away and some of the fluid went down her throat, while some overflowed onto her face and breasts. "Well, you certainly know how to pleasure a man, madmoiselle," he laughed, looking at Dominique, lip stick smeared and his crud splashed on her. She washed while the General undressed to reveal his hairy, fat body. Not attractive like Dan or Dubois. He lay on the bed, watching her. "You have a wonderful figure. You should be in a top Paris house." Dominique had completed her first task as a prostitute and endured having to swallow his crud. She came to the bed where the General stroked her body. "That was one of the best suckings I have ever enjoyed. And I have had many. I think you were made to be a whore," he said. Dominique lay listening to his burbling, not paying much attention until he mentioned her future. "It would be a shame for you to become a barrack room whore," he said. " A waste." "What do you mean?" asked Dominique. "Well, after the officers, it's planned that you be handed over to Girard and the other NCO's. You remember the man who whipped and branded your yankee spy. Then you'll be given to the soldiers.' Dominique cried out. "No, you cannot. Not that." Dishonoured Beauty Ch. 02 The General smiled. "Perhaps not the soldiers. I'd hate to see you destroyed in their stinking barracks. Girard perhaps. He has been promised you for making your spy squeal. He is a bastard but he'll be told to enjoy you and not ruin you. The same with the other NCOs. We'll give the soldiers another one - Sanchez - the General's wife - in your place. She is getting old, anyway." Dominique thought of Girard - the sadistic animal who'd whipped and branded Dan. The thought of him inside her made her skin crawl. "I think we'll get a very good price for you from the whore buyers who comes here looking for women for the Mexico City houses. There is a big demand there for white pussy." "You would sell me?" she asked "Yes, there's is gold between your legs. Last month we got a very high price for a blonde yankee bitch. She was over 30 with a kid but had great tits. Wife of a yankee mercenary like your Patterson, who was working for the Mexicans against us. She got a real fucking from Girard and his boys and they made her husband watch. Then charged officers to use her. But they didn't ruin her. Knew how much she'd fetch. Girard auctioned her off to the whore buyers. Naked down in the market square watched by the whole town." Dominique shuddered. The General cupped a breast. "And now I'm ready to fuck you." He was erect again. Mounting Dominique, he moved his cock against her cleft and then pushed himself in. He was big and she gasped as he thrust high. "Like that eh." he said as she cried out. He went to her breasts, slobbering over them and then taking a mound into his mouth. In his excitement, he bit into a breast, making Dominique squeal in pain. "Sorry," he grunted. He took his time having emptied himself previously, and gave Dominique a hard fuck. Once again, she experienced an involuntary orgasm from the friction of a big cock, surprising the General as she shouted and bucked against him as she came. She was about the best he'd fucked in a long time and he held back until he could resist no longer and climaxed in a series of savage thrusts deep inside the by now very wet hole. "Magnificent," he growled, chest heaving from his exertions. Dominique got up to wash her sperm coated vagina and bush. " Be careful not to get a big belly," said the General as he watched her cleaning herself. "Some of the women here have had brats but that hasen't stopped them being used while they get fat. Some men like that. We have good sport guessing who the father is when the child is born." Dominique had no intention of getting pregnant. The General was glad he was the first. She'd be servicing 60 odd officer pricks and after that the initial freshness would be gone, although she'd still be a great piece of ass. The officers had her for three months before Girard took his turn. That would certainly complete her training. And then she'd be auctioned off stripped naked in the square. No proudness left after that. Four other senior officers were awaiting their turns with Dominique on her first day as a whore. She had to learn to stomach different men coming to her one after the other. But she had the temperament to do so. The General dressed to go. "Thank you, cherie. You will now have General Maxim, who enjoys the ass," he laughed, smacking Dominique on the buttocks. Maxim was the superior of Dubois who'd unmasked Dan Patterson as a spy. He'd been away when Patterson was arrested and only just got back. He should have been in charge of the investigation and had Dominique in his bed. Dubois had enjoyed her in private before handing her over to the brothel and he was pissed off about that. Maxim had - like many others - lusted after the girl while she'd been the spy's mistress, walking around town in her elegant dresses giving every man a hard on. A tall, thin man with a rat-like face, he'd captured the American mercenary Thomas and his wife and son. He'd fucked the woman before handing her over to Girard and his boys. Now it was Dominique's turn to experience his gentle embrace. "So," he said surveying her as she stood in her stockings and chemise. "No big, tough yankee to protect you anymore. I hate spies. He has suffered what he deserves and you will also pay for his crimes." Dominique knew he was bad, very bad but her survival skills kept her from showing her disgust and hatred. It was different from the previous officer. This bastard enjoyed hurting women. He pulled off tbe chemise and squeezed her breasts, toyed with the nipples and then crushed one between his thumb and finger, taking her by the hair and pulling. She was in agony. "No, please,' she begged. "I qm going to show you what happens to those who oppose the power of France." For the next couple of hours, he subjected Dominique to degrading treatment. First he made her lick his backside in a thorough rimming before giving him head. He refused to wash and she was exposed to the sweat and dirt of his body while she used her tongue on him. He subjected her to verbal abuse and then fucked her so that it hurt. Twice he sodomised her, spending a long time hammering away at the tight butt hole as she squirmed under him. He was a sadistic brute and spared her nothing. He knew how to inflict pain without leaving marks. Dominique was crying and very sore inside when he eventually finished. "Now you know what it is to be a whore," he said. "I'm sure that Girard and his men will entertain you in the same way." The madam came back to find Dominique sobbing on the bed. "Now, now. That one is a bastard. They are not all like him. Come, there is another officer waiting." The madam was an expert at keeping a woman working. She washed and redid Dominique's make up. Then she applied salve to her sore anus and oil for the throbbing nipples. She managed to take the final three officers who were only there to fuck her and not cause pain. The oldest one, indeed, could not get really erect and Dominique had to masturbate him. She was very tired at the end. not being used to the demands of constant sex. But she had survived the first steps in her new trade. The experiences had changed her forever. Some women would have shrunk back within themselves, but Dominique was tougher than that. She was determined to survive. The next weeks were spent in the room as the men came and went. She was the talk not just of the officers mess but the entire army and town. "She's kept in her room taking officers. One after another," said a soldier. "Not all the time." replied another." Saw the madam take her out to some shops. She had a veil on but I could tell who it was." "When will we get a chance to fuck her?" "That'll be the day. Remember the blonde yankee with the big chest. She'll be sold like her." "Hear we're going to get that Sanchez - General's wife." "Rather have her daughters but I won't say no to fucking the mother." After the senior officers, it was the junior ones. Tough fit young men with big hard cocks. There'd been a draw for the order of bedding her. Ten a day. "Shit, I see Valois is at the top of the list. Don't fancy going after him." said one officer. "Heard a couple of the generals talking about fucking her. They said she comes all over the sheets with a cock inside her. I'll make sure I'll make the most of my hour." Ten men in a day - especially ten young vigourous ones - would test an experienced whore. It would certainly turn Dominique into a brass bottomed prostitute. She was learning the tricks of the trade from the madam and from taking so much cock. Her pussy was getting even more sensitive and she didn't need to fake it with an attractive man. Her sucking skills also drew comment from the men who'd enjoyed them. It took a lot of last very long in her mouth. She'd also learned to use her pussy muscles to squeeze a cock into coming and the use of a finger in the anus to produce an orgasm if a man was taking too long. The madam saw the change. The unpleasant experience with the bastard Maxim had helped to toughen the girl. She'd now just greet the clients in her stockings, naked and provocative with a smile on her lips and legs astride. The madam had heard the officers discuss her. "That is the best I've had. What a sucker. Hard not to shoot quickly in her mouth. Not as sweet and virginal as we thought. That yankee spy must have taught her a few tricks." "Yes, she comes easily. Got a great hole, tight and wet." The weeks passed. Every officer had fucked her. And now she came down from her room to work the bar for customers like the other women. In a red corset and high heels, she circulated among the officers drinking and playing cards, sitting on knees, being fondled and taken upstairs very frequently. She got to know the other women - mainly a mixture of Mexican, American and French. Most of the 20 or so had been forced into prostitution, Camilla Sanchez and her two daughters were tragic. The proud, high born daughter of a leading family, Camilla had been captured after her General husband's defeat in battle and gang banged. Her daughters, 18 and 20, were also deflowered by officers. It had been devastating for Camilla, forced to share a bed with her daughters for group sex sessions. At 38, she was still a very attractive woman with a marvellous bust and great legs who did not know yet that she was to be handed over to the common soldiers. She befriended Dominique, advising her over intimate matters such as working during her period. Sometimes an officer liked a threesome and they would be chosen to pleasure him together. Camilla went through the mechanics of sex because she had to but no man made her come, unlike Dominique. The abuse suffered by her and her daughters had been horrific and shattering. Dominique found this to be a difference between the women. Some - even those press ganged into prostitution - could experience orgasms while others could not. Dominique was by far the most popular woman and was repeatedly fucked whenever she was on duty. Officers paid to have her for an entire night. Her gorgeous body and face meant that her services were always in demand. Seeing her sitting smiling on the lap of an officer, a breast pulled out of her corset being played with while another hand rubbed between her legs, you'd never think she'd been forced into the life. Dominique was well aware of what lay ahead. The thought of Girard fucking her was repulsive but so was being sent to the soldiers brothel. She'd never told Camillia of what the General had said about her. The thought of the lovely woman sweating her looks away in a filthy barracks with a queue of men outside was appalling. Meanwhile, Girard had been pressing General Daladier about Dominique. "My men have been waiting a long time, general. We were promised her pussy," he said. " ou shall have her, Girard. But you must not ruin her. Understand? She is to be sold." Girard grinned. "Never fear sir. We shall just train her. The boys know they'll get a share when she's auctioned so she won't be harmed. Like the yankee bitch. Not a mark on her and we gave her a hard poking," he said "Nevertheless, I want Madame LeClerc there when you enjoy her. I think this one will fetch a record price." "And do we get the Sanchez women before she goes to the men?" asled Girard. "Yes, what you do with her won't make much of a difference where she's going," replied the general. "And the daughters?" "No they'll be sold with Dominique. Don't be greedy." Word had got around about what was planned. "Girard and his boys get Dominique next week. She'll have a sore ass when they finish. They're going to auction her to whore buyers, and the Sanchez daughters. We get the mother at the barracks," "Rather have the daughters, but better than nothing," said his companion. Dominique was getting even more cock than usual. The officers had learned she was to be given to Girard and wanted their final times with her. A few of the younger men ahd grown very fond of her and brought presents. She in turn gave them the best sex they'd ever had as she rode their hard cocks. They knew what Girard would do to her but could not interfere with their superiors. It was sad but inevitable. First it was Camilla's turn. Without even having time to say goodbye to her daughters, she was whisked out of the brothel by Girard and his thugs who took her to the rough bar where they drank and played cards. "Got a great pair of melons on her," laughed one of the gang as she was pulled into the den. Camilla was terrified because she knew Girard and his reputation. She'd been gang banged before and was to face the same again. 'Well. gentlemen, we have the wife of the famous General Sanchez," said Girard. "Your cocks will be honoured." "I am in the officers house. You must release me," protested Camilla. Girard laughed. "You're being sent to the soldiers knocking shop. Too old for the officers now but still a very good fuck for us." He reached out, tore her dress and the chemise beneath and fished out one of the large breasts. "Something to get your teeth into boys," he laughed, bending his head and biting into a nipple as Camilla screamed. She was stripped naked, spread over a table and fucked by one man while another had his cock in her mouth. When they'd finished with her vagina, she was turned over and sodomised. Twenty men took their turns and then had seconds. Camilla was smeared with their come and sweat as they continued for several hours, laughing and drinking as she squirmed on the table. They fucked her as hard as they could and the pounding left both her holes raw, while her hair was plastered with the crud that shot out of the pricks she was forced to suck. Camilla had been badly abused after her capture but this was even worse. Like Girard, several of the men were sadists who enjoyed hurting a woman. Her thighs were a mass of bruises and her breasts covered in bites by the time they finally finished. She lay open legged, her cunt a gaping hole, chest heaving, eyes staring, totally shattered. "Ready for a soldiers whorehouse now," aaid Girard. "Tomorrow night we get the main dish, gentlemen. Your chance to fuck the ass off that spy's little bitch. Make her squeal like he did. You'll all be getting top class officers pussy." The men cheered. Dominique faced her worst ordeal yet at the hands of the man who'd tortured her lover. To be continued. Dishonoured Beauty Ch. 03 Dominique could not sleep during the night before her gang bang. Life had been bad since her prostitution but this was much worse. She thought of what it would be like to service 20 pigs like Girard and felt sick. The madam came to get her ready. Madeline LeClerc had seen other women suffering the fate that was about to befall Dominique. The girl was now an experienced whore but nothing could prepare a woman for those animals. Dominique been left a red dress to wear by Girard, which still smelled of the cheap perfume and sweat of the woman who'd last worn it. Cut low at the front, hem up to her knees, showing off her body - a putta's dress. She'd been told not to put on any underwear. "Come," said the madam. "It is time," Dominique looked at her pale face in the mirror, a slash of red lipstick across her mouth. This was the worst moment of her life. She walked down the stairs to face the leering men. "There she is boys," laughed Girard. "What you've been waiting for." A hand came out to pinch her buttocks hard. "She's not wearing drawers," he jeered. "Won't need any where she's going." "C'mon, get going. My men want a fuck," ordered Girard. Dominique was very frightened. A large crowd had gathered in the street to witness her shame as she walked from the brothel to the saloon where she'd entertain Girards's gang. As she stepped into the sunshine there were crude shouts, whistles, jeers. A line of soldiers held the crowd back the shouting crowd as Dominique stared ahead, stumbling once or twice in her high heels. The madam had wanted to do this differently but Girard had insisted on the spectacle to humiliate the girl further. At last they reached the saloon. Dominique was weak and sweating as she walked into the darkened bar which smelt of beer, tobacco and dirty bodies. It was lined by Girard's men. Torturers and murderers who grinned and laughed as she appeared. They'd already drawn lots for their turns with her. As she walked into the room, hands came out to feel and pinch her backside. She stood in the circle of men and looked around, feeling very frightened. They had seen her fashionably dressed with the American before his arrest, swanning around the town. Now she was to strip for them and be publicly fucked. "Get the dress off," ordered Girard. There was murmur of excitement and the room went quiet as her shaking hands began opening the buttons on the side of the dress. She undid them, then pushed the straps off her shoulders to let it slide to the floor. There were whistles as she revealed her nakedness. They'd abused many women in this room but she was the classiest, with a superb figure. Dominique stood head bowed. "Get her on the table," shouted one and there was a roar from the men. Dominique was grabbed by strong hands and lifted onto the rough wooden surface, a pillow shoved under her head. Looking up she saw a sea of hungry faces. Her legs dangled over the edge and were pulled apart to show off her sex. The first man, a large brute with a beard, was shoving down his trousers. She closed her eyes, tears running down her cheeks. She felt his hands on her breasts, then his face and lips and his large cock against her thighs. The men were shouting and cheering as he sought entry, then roughly forced himself into Dominique as she cried out. "Like it, eh,"he laughed and began thrusting on top of her with his big hairy buttocks going up and down. Dominique had reached the depths of degradation. "Worth waiting for,"said one of the watchers. "Yeah, we got her for a week after this and she's going to have one hell of a sore pussy by the end of that." Madeline watched on, knowing that the girl would never be the same again. She'd witnessed others who'd been gang banged and it was a life changing experience. Dominique had been whored in the officers house but this was different. All dignity was being taken away from the young beauty as she was fucked on the table. The experience would scar her and finish her conversion into a 100 percent brass bottomed prostitute. The men crowded around the table to witness her shame, their trousers bulging with erections, eagerly awaiting their turn. Most had been at the violation of Camilla and the blonde American. That had been very good quality cunt. However, both had been mothers and were not as fresh and nubile as Dominique. The girl had become accustomed to having strange men using her but not like this. It was a woman's worst nightmare, even a prostitute. Twenty men was a lot to service, even if they were worked up and quickly shot their loads. The first man only took a few minutes of furious thrusting before the swore and emptied himself. "She's too fucking juicy. Makes you pop quickly," he complained as he pulled out of the wet vagina. Before the next one took his turn, Maria came forward to wash the girl between the legs with a cloth, using a swab inside her and then wiping her breasts. "What's this shit," complained the man waiting to mount her. "To keep her fresh," replied another. "Going to sell her to an expensive whore house after us." Dominique looked up as the next ugly bastard moved between her legs. "Going to fuck you hard, bitch," he said. "Not so fancy now, eh." She was crushed under his bulk against the table as his long cock gained entry. He too spared Dominique nothing as he gave her another crude poking. The grunting man on top of her disgusted the girl and she tried to think of other things as he rutted her before splashing his seed inside her. For the next few hours the gang enjoyed her body. After 10 she was allowed to go to the filthy water closet with Madeline for a piss and to have the madame lubricate her opening. "I'm sore," complained Dominique as she stood legs astride while the madame worked on her pussy. "They are pigs." "You are lucky. The General's wife and the American were on that table all night. Some had two or three turns. They will only have one each." "Yes, but I've got to stay here for a week. I'll be dead." "No, you'll survive." Dominique knew it couldn't get any worse than this. Several of the men wanted to sodomise her and she had to bend over the table while they took her from behind, face down as she received an extremely painful fucking. Despite the madam's efforts she became very bedraggled, with make up smeared across her face and hair in tatters as man after man used her. Her pussy was so sensitive that she experienced a couple of involuntary orgasms to the amusement of the men. "She fetched off, eh. What a little whore," laughed one as she came under one man. "Sure enjoying her trade." It was anything but enjoyment for Dominique. By the time the last man had come, she was really hurting and totally exhausted, lying open legged on the table showing off her gaping hole. The madam had to help her up the stairs to the squalid room where she would spend the next week being fucked on the filthy bed. It was as bad as Dominique imagined it would be. The bug infested saloon was a horrible place and the men who'd already taken her downstairs were among the dregs of society. They all wanted more of the girl and there was a contstant demand for her body. Dominique was forced to carry out every act, a rimming and blow job being very popular. At least at the officers bordello she'd had a good room and facilities but here there was just a latrine bucket and another filled with water for washing. An old woman was employed to empty the slops, bring her fresh water and meals. The already soiled sheets were not changed often and were dark with sweat and semen stains. There was little rest as Dominique sucked and fucked the flow of men. Madeline visited her each day, finding the well used girl tired and bruised, face pale and eyes hollow from lack of sleep. "It will soon be over," she said. "Then I will take you back to the officers house to rest." Madeline knew that the girl needed some work in advance of her sale. There would be a week for her to recover before the whore buyers arrived for the auction. Her words did not comfort Dominique as she was banged like a barrack room prostitute. She was defiled and this experience would stay with her for the rest of her life. Any innocence she retained was gone and she had been transformed into a practiced whore. Finally it was over. The last night saw a queue of men waiting for their turns. One after another they enjoyed her already raw pussy or gaping anus. Dominique by now was almost used to the crude treatment and the harsh bedding she received. "Going to sell you for a big price to a fancy cathouse," said one. "Bet those rich bastards won't know what a fucking you've had from us." There was no other life for her now. Dominique knew that. Bruised and battered, she was taken back to a room at the hotel to sleep before Madeline and her assistants got to work on her ravaged body. Hot baths, oil massages, skin creams and lots of rest were in order before the auction. She was very tender between her legs after so much cock and afraid she could have caught something off the men or be with child. A doctor inspected her and told Madeline that she appeared to be healthy but it was too early to tell. He was an expert on the various diseases that could afflict whores and their customers. Dominique had taken the advice he'd given her earlier on how to stay clean and avoid pregnancy but at that time medicine was still fairly primitive. A woman was lucky if she didn't at some stage get the clap or a child through her profession. As she recovered, preparations were underway for the auction. Camilla's daughters - Conchitta and Marissa, would be sold with Dominique. Since their capture after their father's defeat and death in battle, they'd been the playthings of the officers. After being painfully deflowered in a rape that included their mother, they'd been - along with the French girl - the main attractions at the brothel. The officers enjoyed joint sessions with them and their mother. Camilla had to endure being fucked in the same bed as her daughters as the men took turns with each of them. The constant sex had helped to mature their already nubile bodies. The soldiers had made them learn all the tricks of the bedroom and both could now do very good blow jobs and other sex acts demanded of them. The departure of their mother to the soldiers barracks had been a shattering blow after everything they'd suffered. After two weeks they were allowed to visit her. They were horrified by the primitive barracks where the soldiers had their brothel. They received whistles and dirty shouts as they arrived from lecherous soldiers who'd were kept from them by their escort and the accompanying officers. Thirty to 40 men a day had queued to fuck Camilla in a tiny room which stank. She was shattered by the experience. Her exhausted face reflected what she'd suffered and she wore only a tattered dress when her daughters were brought to her. They cried and hugged, pressed against her tender breasts which had been well bitten and whose nipples oozed sorely. She'd aged since being brought there and knew that she'd soon be worn out by this treatment. "My daughters, we will not meet again. Be brave. Perhaps one day you will escape this life. Survive until then." The weeping teenagers had to be forced out of the room when the visit ended as Camilla faced servicing the men again. The whore buyers arrived in town, drawn by the news that something special was on sale. Cynical, ruthless men who lived off the bodies of the women they traded, the knew that the General's daughters and the French girl would fetch a good price in a top class brothel - even more than the blond American bitch had the previous year. There were also other captured white women who would be worth buying. Any conflict provided opportunities to acquire women who would not usually be available. Wives, daughters and mistresses of those who the fortunes of war did not favour. Women who had lost the strong men who'd defended them from the dangers of rape and being prostituted, who'd never imagined that they would be put in brothels after being abused by their captors. It was a lucrative business for the pimps. Max Green was one of them. A tall man in his 40s from Virginia he'd made good money out of the trade. He looked for women who could be sold for a premium and was willing to pay well. He'd purchased the American the previous year, despite the high level of bidding for her, and had sold her to Mexico City's most exclusive house for three times that figure. She'd been 31 but was quality who would earn her buyers a very good return. He knew Dominique was another one in that category. The other whore buyers were equally aware of what she'd fetch but he doubted they'd be willing to pay the price for her. He had the contacts with the houses for the rich who always needed new attractions like the girl. Green had just come from another town where he'd bought two white women and their daughters. The mothers were still good looking and their daughters were prime. There was always a good market for mother and daughter partnerships. The best profits came from when the girls were still virgins who could be sold to the highest bidder in a brothel auction for deflowering. Unfortunately for Green the two young women had already been fucked - many times - since falling into the hands of a robbery gang who'd killed their fathers. But they would still fetch a high price when cleaned up and painted. He was well aware of what had been done to Dominique but again he knew that those who purchased her in a brothel would be completely unaware of the rough trade she'd endured. The whore buyers were taken in turn to inspect Dominique and the others on sale. She had to stand naked as their hands ran over her body, feeling and probing the smooth flesh. "She has been well used, I hear," said one fat Mexican to Madeline as he pawed her. "She has learned her trade," replied the madam. "Hope she's not poxed after all the fucking," replied the pimp, his finger inside her snatch while fondling a breast. Gritting her teeth, the girl sweated as she was intimately explored. "I understand Girard and his boys had you over the table like the yankee bitch. No woman forgets that in a hurry, eh." After the pawing, she had to demonstrate her oral skills, kneeling down before each man and sucking them off. They had received many blow jobs but she was among the best. Green was surprised by her skills as he sat smoking a cigar while she plated him. The previous day he'd had both of Camilla's daughters do the same, taking it in turns to use their mouths on him. He was impressed by them but already had a couple of younger ones and decided to concentrate on acquiring Dominique. He knew she'd be a sensation with her innocent good looks. Green took his time and made her work for it but after 10 minutes she drained him expertly, taking it down her throat. "Excellent," said Green as she wiped her mouth. "You have learned well. I will definitely buy you." Dominique was sick at the thought of being sold like a cow, but Madeline reminded her she'd be better off in a good house than staying with the army. "You'll be much safer in the city." The day of the auction arrived and the whole town turned out to view the spectacle. The 30 women being sold were herded into a room beneath the stage facing the square. They ranged in age from teenagers such as Camilla's daughters to women in their 30s. Stripped to just stockings held up by garters and high heeled shoes, the naked women sweated in the hot enclosure, their faces heavily made up and strained beneath the paint. The oldest would be first. White women who were past their best but there was a great demand for gringo pussy. Tears were running down the cheeks of many as they waited for their public degradation. Dominique would be last as the most expensive. She stood as one after another the women went up the steps to a roar from the crowd. Hands on hips they all had to parade around the stage to show themselves off before the shrieking mob and then stand beside the grinning auctioneer - a red faced man with a massive stomach who crudely incited the crowd. It was terrible for the women. All self respect stripped from them as they displayed their breasts, cunts and buttocks. The whore buyers sat under an awning shielded from the fierce sun. The oldest woman who had a large drooping bust, wide hips, and a big ass was the first on stage. At 39, the mother of three was the least attractive but she was white. Head bowed she was dripping with sweat. "Margaret here is the wife of a US army officer who was advising the Mexican army. He was stupid enough to bring his wife down here for a visit and she's had some exciting times since she was captured by a group of banditos." She had been repeatedly raped following her husband's murder and finally sold on by the gang when they'd finished with her. "Good pair of udders on her," shouted the auctioneer, grasping a breast. "Used to taking on a lot of men. Well fuck trained. Good earnings from her pussy." There was little interest in the aging woman but she was bought at a low price by one of the Mexicans. The quality improved as the sale progressed. There was a very good looking school teacher - aged 32, tall, blond, great legs and with a good chest - who provoked some spirited bidding. A ravishing brunette in her late 20's, with really firm 36 inch breasts and a wonderful body, also attracted a big price. Formerly proud, respectable women who'd been humbled already, experienced even deeper humiliation. They'd been wives and daughters of officers, bankers, businessmen, doctors. Now they were abused whores being sold to brothels. After being purchased, they were taken downstairs and most screwed in back rooms by the men of the buyers who'd been enflamed by the parade of nude women. The amounts paid rose throughout the afternoon. Finally it was Camilla's daughters. They were terrified as they mounted the stage into the sunlight to be greeted by the jeering, shouting crowd. Their nubile bodies had every man hard as they paraded themselves on weak legs. Even after all the abuse, this was a frightening experience. "So, these are El General's brats," shouted the auctioneer. "There will be many of his old enemies wanting to fuck these beautiful girls. You can charge a very high price for their pussies. I start at $2,000." The two stood holding hands, crying. There was a flurry of bids. One of the pimps had been instructed to pay whatever it took and they finally fetched $10,000. Dominique's turn had come. Everyone had been waiting for her and when she appeared into the sunlight there was the loudest roar of the day. She'd been seen on the balcony forced to watch her lover's torture in her corset but now she was naked, her superb body exposed to the hungry gaze of hundreds. Hands on hips she walked around the edge of the stage, her shaven clit, tight ass and firm breasts glinting in the sun. Crude shouts and whistles assailed her. She had the whole square on heat. The crowd surged forward and had to be forced back by the guards at the base of the stage. "Well, this is the highlight of our little show," laughed the auctioneer, reaching out a hand to feel her backside which was slippery with sweat. "Isn't she a peach? What a body, what a face. I'm sure all of you buyers will want to possess her. There's a fortune to be made between her legs." Dominique felt sick as the bidding began. She glanced down at the pimps below her. She would soon be sold to one of them. Dominique had seen the other women brought downstairs, then heard the cries and grunts as they were used in adjoining rooms by the bodyguards of the buyers. The harsh voice of the auctioneer boomed out as the bids rose. Dishonoured Beauty Ch. 03 "Come on gentlemen. This is prize cunt. She's worth a fortune to you." The amount rose to $15,000 until just Green and a French pimp, Gaston Marcel, were left. No single woman had ever fetched such a price. Dominique could not believe that she had come to this. The nightmare seemed to last for ever as the price rose even higher. Those watching did not believe pussy could be worth so much - but the pimps knew that they would treble their money in Mexico City. The rich men who frequented the exclusive brothels would pay large sums for such a beauty - unaware of how she'd been crudely fucked. Green was determined to have her, as was Gaston. The bids went to $20,000. The Frenchman was nearing the end of his resources - a fact known to his rival. They had to pay up front. "Gentlemen, do I have further bids?" asked the auctioneer. Gaston hesitated, then shook his head angrily. "The bitch is not worth it," he said. "Sold. Mr Green you are owner of one expensive piece of cunt," shouted the auctioneer. Dominique walked down the stairs away from the scene of her degradation. Ahead lay a life of prostitution, the years as a top courtesan and then the slow decline as she gradually aged and lost her vitality and freshness. Sold from brothel to brothel until she reached the lower rungs of whoring in cheap cribs, worn out and used as a dollar a time fuck. But for now she was one of the most choice whores in Mexico. Her body would be ridden by the rich and powerful at $200 a time. Wearing the latest fashions, she would be among the most popular women at Mexico City's top house, making very large sums for those who ran her. To be continued...