Dishonoured beauty

"Shit, I really want to fuck the Frenchie 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."

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 the French ambition 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 former 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, small breasted 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 credance 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 would want 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 dress Dominique on his arm when Dubois made the arrest backed by six armed men. "You are a spy, monsieur," 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 hungary 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."

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 spread hot against her back where it was exposed above her stays. He lifted her, casually dislodging her grip on her 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 just stood 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.

* To be continued...