Dishonoured beauty : Part 5

The news that Camilla had been put into the soldiers whorehouse after being savagely raped by Girard's gang, shocked all the women in the officer's bordello, not least her two teenage daughters. Only 13 and 15 they'd been very badly abused since their capture and now were without their mother, who was servicing queues of soldiers standing in a long line outside the barracks where she was kept. They were distraught and crying and could not be comforted.

Dominique knew that Girard was coming for her next. She faced the same fate at the hands of him and his gang, before being stripped naked and sold at a public auction in the market square, along with Camilla's daughters. The beautiful French girl had endured a lot since she was forced to whore, but what lay ahead was far worse.

Girard and his men had waited three months for her and were impatient to work off their lust on her nubile body. The brutal torturer of her lover would be first, enjoying a night on his own with Dominique. Then she would be publicly fucked by all his men in turn over a table at the rough saloon where Camilla had endured her rape. She would be kept there for a week before the auction when Girard and his men could use her upstairs in a dirty room before she was sold.

Dominique would undergo a humiliating, terrible ordeal. She was aware of what was coming but powerless to prevent it. There was no escape. Her last few days in the brothel were busy as the officers had their final chance to bed her. "It is unfair that she should have to fall into that bastard's hands," said one to a colleague. "Yes, she will suffer a lot but that was the agreement the General made with Girard."

"He and his animals will ruin her." "No, she is worth too much. Remember the blond yankee bitch with the big tits. They screwed the arse off her but she was still kept in good condition for her sale. The same with Dominique. Girard knows how to inflict pain without leaving the marks, when he wants to."

The French sargeant was hard thinking about his time with the girl. "She will know what a fucking is when we've done with her," he said to his men.

"Aye, sarge," replied one grinning. "Won't be so fancy when she's been on the table. Heard she's learned her trade in the officers knocking shop but I bet we can teach her some new tricks." There was laughter from the group of rough men. "Natural little whore from what the officers say," added another man. "That yankee bitch was tasty but this will be even better." They all remembered the screaming American who they'd gang banged while her husband was tied to a chair and forced to watch. They'd broken her in and made her perform every degrading act. Now it was Dominique's turn.

The brothel madame, Madeline LeClerc, had insisted on supervising Girard and his gang because of Dominique's value. The sargeant had reluctantly agreed. She'd tried to persuade him against the gang bang, wanting the men to take their turns upstairs, but Girard would not budge. "She goes on the table like all the other bitches. Boys enjoy it that way." She remembered the battering the American and others had received at their hands. but there was no alternative. Dominique was having her period and knew that when it finished she'd be given to the men.

The monthly bleeding was the only time that the women were given a rest from being fucked. The girl needed it because she was sore from the constant screwing she'd received from the officers before her departure from the brothel. Her cunt and anus had received countless cocks and her nipples were hurting from all the mouths that had hungrily sucked and nipped them. She was a well ridden whore by now and had learned to endure the life. But the thought of Girard and his scum revolted and sickened her.

She didn't feel well because of her strong period, and was pale faced and unable to eat. The madame would be glad when it was all over. She had enough to do running the officers stable of women without this extra task. Dominique had enflamed the whole town since she was forced into prostitution after her lover's arrest for spying. The ordinary soldiers were frustrated that they would not be getting her to fuck and the fact they'd been given Camilla had not completely slaked their lust. The big breasted General's wife was a special dish but could not match the exquisite 19-year-old.

The madame reminded Dominique that she could have faced a worse fate. "You could have been in the barracks, girl, so think yourself lucky." "Lucky? I have to submit to that pig Girard and his animals." "Better than 30 soldiers up your ass every day." replied the madame crudely. "Camilla is suffering that now. She'll be big bellied and worn out after a few months. Now give them what they want and it will go better for you." "I can't pretend with that scum," replied Dominique. "You have no choice. Now Girard is coming here tonight and will take you to his place tomorrow."

The girl had known this was coming but the news still frightened her. "I will be with you to help. That's better than for a lot of women who've had to face that gang on their own. Now, get ready."

Dominique had to prepare herself for Girard, putting on make up and doing her hair. She dressed in just a chemise and stockings. Since being prostituted, she'd waited for many men in the room but this was different. Her heart was pounding and she was sweating as she sat staring at the wall. Then she heard the footsteps and the door opened to reveal the cruel faced sergeant.

He was unshaven and wearing stained and rough clothing as usual. He grinned at her, showing his cracked, blackened teeth. "So, at last." he said. " "Come here." Head bowed, weak legged she walked to him. Reaching out a dirty, hairy hand he pushed the straps of the chemise off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor to leave her standing naked. He fingered her crotch, then ran a hand over the smooth belly and up to cup a breast. Pulling her to him he forced his tongue inside her mouth to french kiss her. Dominique twisted in his embrace as he dug his fingers into her tight buttocks.

His mouth tasted of garlic and unclean teeth - disgusting. 'You think you're too good for me, eh," he growled, pulling his mouth away from hers. Dominique squealed as he crushed a nipple between his thumb and finger and grabbed her by the hair. She screamed as the pain shot through her. "Now, you fucking bitch, you're going to learn manners. Understand." Dominique whimpered, as he tormented her. "When me and the boys are finished you're going to be a well trained cock sucking whore." He increased the pressure on her nipple. "No, please, don't hurt me," she begged. "Don't worry. I ain't going to mess you up like that piece of shit spy you whored for. But I know how to hurt without leaving marks." He suddenly let go and Dominique fell to the floor, holding her throbbing breast.

"If you want me to be nice you got to perform good. Understand?" he shouted. Looking up at the fearsome brute, she nodded. "Good. First I'll take a suck. Nice and slow. Lick the balls and all. Heard you learned to do that." He stripped off his clothes to reveal a hairy, scarred, well muscled body. His nine inch cock was already erect. Dominique went to get water to wash him. "No need for water. You clean up my cock with your fucking mouth."

She could smell the sweat on his unwashed body. " Nice and tasty for you," he sneered. He sat on a chair while she knelt between his legs. He stank and she had to endure the vile taste as she began to work on his swollen balls. "Good," he said as she licked around them and then slid her tongue along his shaft. "You are a practised little whore, eh." The taste of stale urine made her want to gag but she forced herself to take him in her mouth, trying to think of other things as she moved her lips up and down on him, flicking her tongue across the swollen head. Girard groaned.

Dominique would have loved to bite down and savage his manhood but that would mean certain death. She had done this many times now and knew how to quickly bring a client to climax. She managed to endure the dreadful taste and soon had Girard breathing hard. "That's fucking good," he groaned. He wanted to make it last but his swollen balls meant he was soon ready to come.

He felt the heat building in his loins and then he orgasmed, swearing and thrusting his cock into Dominique's throat as he exploded. She had to take the bitter stream of hot crud which went down her throat and overflowed onto to her face and breasts. She broke away to cough and spit as Girard's spasms ended.

The sergeant looked at her spattered with his sperm, lipstick smeared across her face, hair disordered. "Only whores give a sucking like that, and you are a fucking top whore," he laughed. Dominique felt sickened, remembering what he had done to her lover. On the bed, he roughly caressed her body, telling her what lay ahead. "My boys are really fired up. They been thinking about you for a long time and what they're going to do to you." His hand went between her legs and shoved a finger into her vagina. "You'll be getting it on the table with everyone watching.

Not done a public show before, eh," he grinned. Dominigue squirmed as his finger explored deep inside her. "Got 20 guys who are going to fuck the shit out of you. That Camilla was squealing, even after all the fucking she'd had from the officers. She'd been gang fucked before but not like that. Got her ready for the soldiers barracks." Dominique felt sick being explored by his dirty hands. " You lucky you're not getting the same. That's cos you're going to fetch a big price when you're sold in the market square. Strippped naked before the whole town while those whore buyers bid for you. Right, I'm going to fuck you now."

Girard gave her a pounding. It was the hardest fucking she'd received. He was rough and enjoyed hurting her. She cried out as he forced his large cock inside her and began the savage thrusting. His mouth went to the breasts and bit one of the brown nipples as she squirmed in pain under him. "

"This is how you fuck a whore," he said, banging himself deep into Dominique. Crushed under him, she gasped for air as he put all the muscled power of his body into each stroke. He wasn't the biggest cock she'd experienced but he was large enough. Her pussy was still sore after her period and the constant sex of the past weeks. It hurt as he took his time. Bathed in sweat, she groaned as he took his pleasure. He'd done this to many women but she was about the best of them. He saw her face screwed up in pain and shame as he violated her, and it made him even more excited.

Not the proud little bitch cock teasing in her expensive dresses any more. Just a piece of cunt getting what she was born for. Girard spent 15 minutes inside her before reaching his release. As he approached orgasm, he bashed the remaining breath out of Dominique as he crashed down and battered her with his erection before shooting his load into her belly. She lay gasping, breasts heaving as he rolled off, the sheet under her soaked with the sweat running pouring from her body.

"That's just the first of many," laughed Girard. Throughout the night he subjected Dominique to his crude love making. She had to kneel holding the top of the bed as he brutally sodomised her twice. She'd received a lot of cock up her tight ass but he made it hurt much more than the others. Dominique had no choice but to take the punishment.

He was insatiable and screwed her six times before the morning. She was exhausted from the hammering. Girard could have done much more to harm her because he liked really hurting women but her forthcoming auction stopped him. However, she still suffered a hard humping. "Good," he laughed, surveying her lying spread eagled on the bed, face flushed, make up smeared, her pubes covered in his come, totally shattered. "Now you really know what it is to whore. You sleep now and I come for you later to take you to my men."

Dominique fell into an exhausted sleep on the reeking bed. A few hours later she was shaken awake by the madame. "Come you must get ready. He's here for you." Dominique was stiff and sore, hurting between the legs but Madeline was not sympathetic. "Wash. Quick. You stink of that bastard" Dominique bathed, then redid her hair and make up.

She looked at her tired face in the mirror as she put on the paint, her beautiful face reflecting what she had experienced. "This will do for you," said the madame. "Girard left it for you." It was a red dress, cut low at the front which came to her knees, a putta's dress. It still smelt of the cheap perfume of the woman who'd worn it before her rape by the gang. Dominique pulled it on without any undergarments. Her naked breasts pressed against the thin material, her nipples outlined. She was taken downstairs where a grinning Girard stood with a few of his men.

"There she is boys. A real peach. Got her trained for you." The men leered at her. "Can't wait to get her pussy over the table," said one. "Dressed for it, eh." "You need an escort baby or those soldiers will have your drawers down in the street." "Don't think she's wearing any drawers," replied another, his hand feeling her bottom though the dress. "OK, we go," said Madeline.

Dominique had to walk in the blazing sunlight to the saloon occupied by the gang. The sidewalks were packed with soldiers and other men who shouted and jeered as she appeared. "She's dressed like a putta," cried one. "She is a putta. Shit I want to fuck her so bad," replied another. The noise was terrible as she showed off her body in the revealing dress. Only the armed escort prevented the crowd from trying to get to her. It took five minutes to walk to the saloon and it was a terrible ordeal. The waves of lust swept over her. The madame knew it was a dangerous situation.