Colonel's Daughter, C Company Whore

She looked at me across the Officer's Mess with complete disdain, as if I was something she had trodden in, as was her right as the daughter of the Colonel of the 2nd (Home Service) Battallion the North Dorsetshires as I was a mere sergeant

She wasn't an exceptional beauty, or even voluptuous, she just had that air of haughtiness that made me want to push her against a tree rip her things off and show her exactly what I thought of her with nine inches of honest non-commissioned British meat and leave her exhausted broken and wanton and full of my juices so she should know her place.

Tall, willowy aristocratic, still making the transition from schoolroom to womanhood her long dark hair still in childish ringlets, for all her hoity toity airs she was no better nor worse than the local whores that were brought in on 'Dining In' nights for the benefit of the officer to 'Round off' the proceedings after a few hands of cards.

They dined in on Wednesday nights, the regiment, tradition you understand, drinks followed by dinner followed by drinks, all the officers were expected to attend, officers you understand, not non commissioned officers, NCOs like the likes of me, oh no I knew my place, and they saw my place as outside with the common rabble where as in my mind eye my place was between Miss bleeding Camilla Fitzwilliams thighs fucking her like a fucking rabbit till her cunt was red raw and she screamed like a she cat.

"Ah Sergeant" the Colonel said patronisingly, "What brings you here!" he asked, "Why aren't you down the pub with the chaps."

"Begging your pardon sir." I said awkwardly knowing I fitted in about as well as a polecat in a hen coop, "There are a couple of young ladies at the front gate sir, asking after Lieutenants Cowdray and Allington sir."

"Get rid!" he said abruptly, "There's a good chap," he said softening, "It's entrapment, don't cha see!"

"Miss Frieda Copshaw and Miss Eliza Drace sir," I explained, "Harry Drace, the Lord Mayor of Darroby's daughter."

"And your point Sergeant?" he said.

"They are respectable girls sir, not riff raff." I said.

"By your standards Sergeant," he said, "Not mine, see them off there's a good chap!"

I just stood there, I saluted of course, said "Yes Sir," and marched out seething, how bloody dare he! I fumed.

The girls were still at the gatehouse, it seemed Cowdray and Allington had somewhat rashly pledged their devotion some time previously and now Miss Eliza had a swollen belly as clear evidence of that devotion.

"The Colonel sends his compliments ladies but I'm afraid the gentlemen are indisposed." I explained.

"Oh," Eliza said, "I thought."

"They had their fun and now you been caught they don't want to know," Frieda said pointedly.

"Sorry," I said, "I did ask."

"They thinks we're a couple of whores," Frieda said, "I don't know what that stuck up Colonel would do if it was his daughter."

"That would be a how'd you do and no danger!" Private Ellers laughed from the corner of the room where he was having a crafty cigarette.

"Come back tomorrow, noon maybe." I said, "Perhaps you'll have more luck."

Major Fergusson came striding along, "Ah the whores have arrived I see!" he said mistakenly.

"No sir, His worship the Mayor's daughter and her companion sir!" I said awkwardly.

"Look like whores to me Sergeant," he said drunkenly.

"Come away Eliza," Frieda said, "There's nothing for us here." and she slipped away.

Now had I been blessed with a brain I would have wooed the unfortunate Eliza and had her father for my in-law and maybe made something of myself but no, my thoughts were of Miss Camilla Fitzwilliamss and retribution as I saw it.

I held my own council, and that very evening as the ladies were sent away for the ladies of the night to attend I did my rounds, checking the grounds around the Barracks and Mess my boots crunching upon the gravel path and as I did so there appeared before me Miss Camilla all alone and unchaperoned.

I stopped and stood to attention, and by doing so I suppose I blocked the path.

"Excuse me Miss," I says, "Begging you pardon miss."

"Sergeant, this is most improper, let me pass!" she said brusquely.

"Indeed Miss," I said as I stepped aside, "A word if I may Miss, only perhaps you might help?" I asked.

"With what?" She asked.

"A young lady Miss, Miss Eliza Drace Miss," I informed her, "Very respectable Miss, only Lieutenant Cowdray or was it Mr Allenby plighted his devotion and Miss Drace wishes to meet the gentlemen Miss."

"With child no doubt?" Miss Fitzwilliamss sneered, "Stupid girl, stupid whore, daddy says any girl that has relations unwed is a whore and should be in the whore house or work-house."

"And if forced?" I asked improperly.

"Forced, pah!" she sneered, "Daddy says all that is required is a knee in the mans appendage and the assault must surely cease forthwith!"

"Oh?" I said, "Indeed?"

"Absolutely," she agreed.

I stared at her, hate against disdain, I imagined her against the big oak tree behind the Mess, skirts around her waist, her silken pantaloons down and myself stood before her, my fly unbuttoned and my meat inside her sad dry little cunt forcing it ever further in as she screamed silently into her pantaloons.

My dream was wrong, I was one pair of pantaloons short, one round her ankles and one in her mouth, my cap perhaps, or just let her scream.....

Suddenly without conscious thought I was upon her, restraining her like we had been trained an arm twisted up her back showing her how easily she might be ravished.

"Sergeant!" she said timidly, "You're hurting me!"

I had my hand on her wrist and I was pushing her arm up her back, "One swift kick eh miss!" I chuckled, "Go on then!"

"No, oh god for pities sake no!" she wailed and I propelled her forwards, forwards off the gravel path to where the crisp dry grass crackled underfoot as we walked across the parade ground.

"You've no idea have you, you stupid arrogant little bitch," I explained and I pushed her down, pushed her head down into the dry grass and dragged her skirts up and her pantaloons down, she wore knee stockings so there was no undoing suspenders or anything and then I held her head down and started to undo my belt, "How should Miss Drace fend off a Lieutenant if you cannot even dissuade me, Eh?" I demanded.

She was scared, her whole body trembled, I almost stopped but I unbuttoned my fly and once my tool met the cool air I was lost I just had to have her.

My tool swelled painfully almost, I never experienced such a hard one before, the veins stood out black in the moonlight, my foreskin almost painfully tight over my shaft and then I rolled her onto her back, her legs obscenely wide apart but her womanhood in deep shadow as I guided myself within her, soft warm, wet, willing, a thousand angles kissed my tool as it slid in on gossamer wings into her heaven.

She was all I ever dreamed of and more, gentle, unhurried, as willingly she pulled me tightly into herself, grinding her whore's nub against me as she milked me to orgasm, her breath rasping in her throat as we wordlessly took each other to a different plane of existence where the pallet of colours was purple and red and my world was compressed to sex, my senses shut down except for my tool which was flooding my brain with the most incredible sensations I had ever known.

She looked confused, overwhelmed almost, but her usual confidence had somehow crumbled and the shell of invulnerability had fallen away as she lay helpless to stop herself racing towards an orgasmic climax which came in a flurry of gasps and whimpers as if catching her unawares and with it I reached the peak of Kilimanjaro, the edge of the Niagra falls and plunged over in a torrent of rushing pumping cum as I filled her with my juices.

"Ohhh," she wailed, "Rape," she was sobbing now, though her eyes were wide with excitement, not filled withe tears, "Get off me!" she wailed though she still ground her crotch against me and held me to her.

There were shouts, an electric torch stabbed the darkness picking us out, and then it struck me, she was no virgin, I had so easily taken her, she was no virgin, my mind reeled.

My mind was still mired in sex when someone grabbed my shirt collar and unceremoniously dragged me away from herr.

"Sarn't Allenby!" Major Garth shouted, "For gods sake leave the young Lady alone Man," he pleaded, and then he exclaimed, "Miss Fitzwilliams, Camilla!"

"He, he jumped me!" she protested.

"Saw her lead the Sarn't by the hand sah, begging your pardon sah!" Private Ellers said as he appeared from nowhere, "Thought she was one of Madam Wazzo's tarts sah."

"What are you blethering about man!" Major Garth demanded.

"Madame le Wazzo, 'tis French for bird sir," Lieutenant Parker interjected.

"Saw it all sir, well not all but the leading sir!" Ellers continued as more officers arrived at a brisk trot, the Colonel leading

"Allenby," the Colonel enquired, "So what was the meaning of your appalling behaviour?" he asked, "Bunch of roses, dinner, Theatre, that's the way to woo my Camilla, not drag her away, strip her half naked and play hows your father on the parade ground!"

"Sorry sir." I agreed, "Mistook her for a tart sir!".

"Less of the insolence, Allenby," he said, "Now I understand that my daughter took you by the hand and led you to the parade ground and invited you to ravish her?"

"No sir, I dragged her entirely against her will sir." I insisted

"Balderdash, a swift kick in the goolies and you'd be out for the count," he insisted, "No very noble and all that Allenby but for heavens sake man you're a bloody sergeant, an enlisted man, no room for chivalry in the sergeants mess Allenby, no, now you get yourself back to the guardroom, leave this to officers and gentlemen."

"Sah!" I agreed, and I saluted, well what else could I do.

I went back to my duties.

I only found later what transpired, when Sergeant Alan 'Bill' Bailey came to relieve me, "Well there's a how d'you do," he said "I never thought I'd see the like."

"What's that Bill?" I asked.

"The Colonel," he said, "His daughter."

"Right," I agreed, "Bad business."

"You know?" he asked.

"I poked her." I said.

"And me," he said, "Old Colonel he ordered C company out, ordered us to the officers mess he did." he continued, "Full kit!' he said, so we went in full kit and there was his daughter crying her eyes out."

Bill continued "My daughter claims to have been ravished gentlemen, 'He said." Bill continued imitating the Colonel, "But we are men of the world, we know how easily the female can wound us, we are not swayed by the testimony of a devious little whore who wishes a man inside her then claims she was forced, well gentlemen, my so called daughter is a whore and her mother was a whore and as a whore she shall serve the regiment."

Bill laughed, "Poor old bugger was so drunk he could hardly stand, and the old bugger said, "Strip the whore sergeant,' and I just stood stock still, 'With your bayonet if you please!' he said."

Bill chuckled, "I done it John, I took me bayonet and while a couple of lads held her I slipped it beneath her gown going in down by her neck cutting down and down and cut everything down to her skin, she got lovely skin John," he said, "And then I cut down and down and it fell away John and there she was all pink and screaming, and the Colonel he shouts!"

Bill laughed, "He shouts," he says, "On the table with her lads, tie her down,' and we did as he bade, see there's holes for straps in the table and we strapped her down legs wide and blindfolded her see and the Colonel he orders, 'C Company, ten- shun," Bill told me, "Course the lads come to attention, must of been eighty of us in there, and the Colonel says, 'C Company Trousers, wait for it, Trousers down, Fucking the whore by numbers begin, lowest service number first, begin!"

"What?" I said.

"Yes, CSM Maguire had first poke, Colonel said 'French letters must be worn!" Bill told me, "Ten pokes each and move on!" he said.

"Bloody hell Bill!" I said.

"Yes eighty blokes fucked her John, bloody eighty blokes, and then," Bill said, "He sent her to Madam Wazzo's place to be a whore, he disowned her completely John, she's been chucked out with nothing!"

"But I ravished her Bill!" I said.

"Was she pure?" he said, "Unsullied?"

"No," I said, "That she wasn't."

"Ah well, " Bill said, "Lieutenants Cowdray and Allington was laughing, I reckon one of they been there."

Cowdray and Allenby, the pair as had relations with the Misses Copshaw and Drace.

Suddenly I saw Miss Fitzwilliams's demeanour in a different light, it was sarcasm that led her to say a man might so easily be fought off not bravado, I felt such a fool.

"This Wazzo," I said, "Where does she reside?"

"Why Dock street of course, by the Napoleon pub," he replied as if all sergeants frequented such places.

"Then I have business," I said and I went to the armoury and drew a pistol, five chamber colt revolver, thirty eight calibre and then I went to the Officers Mess.

Allenby and Cowdray had rooms on the upper floor, Private Teague was on guard duty, "What you doing here sarge?" he asked instead of "Halt who goes there."

"Message for Mr Cowdray," I says and blow me if he didn't just open the door for me.

Allenby had his name on the door, I knocked.

"Ah my bloody tea, about time!" he railed and then said "Oh!"

"Message for you sah," I said, "Begging your pardon sah,"

"What is it?" he said in a superscilliously bored manner.

"Begging your pardon sir," I said, "If you don't make Miss Drace an offer I shall shoot off your bollocks one by one before I put your appendage in a mangle and flatten it sah, begging your indulgence sah."

"What?" he asked uncredulously.

"Bollocks sah," I explained, "Easily removed, but a bugger to sew back on."

"Are you threatening me Sergeant?" he asked.

"Yes sah, good day sah!" I said and I took a step towards the door and showed the gun, whereupon he crashed to the floor senseless in a complete funk.

Cowdray was made of different stuff and I am sure he fouled his breeches when I threatened his appendage at point blank range.

"You're mad Sergeant." he said, "Quite mad!"

"Bloody livid sah!" I said, "If you'll excuse me sah, make an offer sah, not much future for officers with no balls if you get my meaning sah!"

"I'll have you court martialled!" he said, "Insolence."

"Make you a laughing stock sah, I don't think so sah," I said, "I could always shoot one off now as a warning sah?"

"Just get out!" he railed but he shook as he said it.

I took the pistol back t the Armoury and signed myself out at the gate and caught a Daimler horse-less omnibus to town, and from there walked towards the docks, I found the Napoleon pub easily enough but no Madame Wazzo.

I asked the chap at the Pub, "It's next door, spelled frenchie way with an Oh," he laughed, "Oiseaux!"

"Stupid bloody French!" I muttered, "Thanks!" and I went next door.

The top half of a stable type door was open, "We're shut!" says this sleazy stinking unwashed bearded bloke who was no more French than I was.

"I'm looking for a girl," I said.

"Their a bloody sleep," he says, and I heard a muted cry, " Except her," he said, "Colonel's daughter she was, so they says, been fucked by half the regiment,Colonel his self sent her for a whore, got a cunt like a wardrobe she has, you flops around like a mop in a broom cupboard."

"Really?" I said.

"You could always poke her if your desperate," he said, "Trying to teach her to suck but she's a stubborn little bitch!"

"Colonel's daughter?" I said, "She'll do!" I said.

"Shilling?" he said.

"Threepence?" I countered, we met half way with a sixpence and he opened the door and let me through.

Miss Fitzwilliams was in a side room with Madame Wazzo and a girl and some ugly French brute, she was crying her eyes out and quite naked, and not just naked they'd shaved her and you could see all her womanliness, all the lips and nub everything, of course I got a powerful cock stand straight away.

I got a look at her tits too, all high and pert like a lady not big and saggy like a whore.

"Oh!" she gasped when she saw me, "You!"

"Yes Miss, me Miss, thought you might like to finish off where we was last night Miss," I says.

"Is she really the Colonel's daughter?" Madame Wazzo asks.

"Was," I said, "She fucks all comers, all C company last night so they say."

"She is useless, she has the vagina of a cow," Madame said.

"Beg pardon?" I said.

"Vagina, how you say, cunt," she explained, "Marcel says she is like he fuck a letterbox."

"Fucked nicely last night Madame, very nicely, very nicely indeed." I said.

"We teach her to suck," Madame said, "You like her to suck?"

"She might bite it off Madame!" I jested.

"She refuses me!" Marcel announces and he steps back and there is the most filthy diseased cock you ever saw on him, five inches at most poor devil.

"Maybe if you had a wash," I said and I turned to Miss Fitzwilliams, "Now Miss, you suck my cock nicely and I wont hurt you."

"And if I don't?" she asked.

"Don't ask," I said, "A bowl of water if you please!"

"But she is clean," Madame protested.

"For me!" I said, "Where's her pleasure sucking a tool that stinks of piss?"

They couldn't see it but the girl fetched a bowl and I hauled out my tool and started to wash him.

"No wonder she is so loose!" the Frenchie said, "My god."

I never thought was well endowed, but I suppose Frenchies are made different, shorter, but I wiped myself and advanced upon Miss Fitzwilliams, "Open wide, I shan't hurt you," I says and I leant against the wall with one hand, trousers round my ankles and guided me tool at her mouth with the other as she sat on the leather couch.

"Open your bloody mouth please Miss!" I asked,

"Mmm!" she snapped.

"Right I'll fuck your cunt!" I said.

"Ah no, we have just, with the needles, she is with child just." Madame explained.

"No!" Miss Fitzwilliams exclaims and that was all I needed to slip my cock between her lips.

"Suck!" I said, She tried to choke inflaming my passions as I pressed home right to the hilt so my entire length was within her throat and I was transported to heaven with the angels playing on my shaft, she struggled for breath, "Just breathe through you nose," I said reassuringly, "I'll not harm you!"

Her hands were on my ass now enraging my, "Pull out, she chokes!" the Frenchie said but I was in heaven and nothing would induce me to release her until I had her swallow my entire wad and then swallow and suck me clean and I gripped and so I held her tight as I shot me first bolt and the second and third and she gurgled and I wrapped her long dark hair around my hand and held her against me until she had to swallow every drop.

"You are lovers yes?" Madame asked.

"Only done it once," I said.

"It is in her eyes Sergeant," Madame said, "She is no use as a whore of she has eyes only for you."

"And if she is no use as a whore?" I asked.

"The workhouse perhaps, I cannot feed useless mouths," she said, "You may as well take her now."

"But where are her clothes!" I asked.

"Ruined," Madame confessed, "But I have some rags here that she may borrow, for a small consideration!"

"No, Madame I shall try harder!" Camilla cried.

"Is no good child," Madame spoke, "The lord has given you the vagina for children not for pleasure, go with the Sergeant, be the regimental whore my child."

I searched for my purse, "I will make arrangements," I agreed, "That would be the best solution, for a small consideration might she stay until nightfall."

"Threepence!" she said, "And three more for the clothes, or a shilling for some warm winter clothes."