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."