French Resistance -- The Sequel
During World War Two the Nazis occupied France and Paris thronged with German military, both army and Luftwaffe. The need for brothels was enormous and this is about one such brothel -- reserved exclusively for officers.
It is a sequel to the Literotica story, "French Resistance."
Madam Deloise was a middle aged French ex-prostitute who was the "madam," in charge and the girls were also mostly French -- although a few were English. They were all from good families and had been captured and accused of crime against the occupying Nazis. If they were pretty they were usually given an option -- either to be sent to a slave labour camp in Germany or be confined to what was known as a "Leisure House". In that way their German masters could claim that they became brothel girls voluntarily!
One day Madam Deloise asked Susanne to come to her room. One of the other girls heard her and smirked. Madame Deloise was gaining quite a reputation for inviting girls to her private room and seducing them.
Susanne entered the room and Madam Deloise, as was usual, gave her an affectionate kiss. A new girl was in the room also.
Madam Deloise explained. "Susanne, you are English and this girl is also English. Please can you try and talk some sense into her!"
The girl stood there in an obviously expensive fur coat and without doubt she was very beautiful.
"Oh, so you are English too?" said the girl in what Susanne thought was a most haughty and upper-class accent. "Well, my name is Annabel, the honourable Annabel, daughter of Lord W........e. These people have detained me and I demand that I be treated in accordance with the rules of the Geneva Convention. I was being hidden by a French family and have just been captured. They took me to Gestapo Headquarters and accused me of being a British spy because I had not given myself up for internment. Then they did unmentionable things to me before packing me off here -- which I take to be a house of ill repute?"
Susanne had heard enough of this stuck-up bitch. "Listen to me Miss whatever-your-name-is. You can think yourself lucky to be sent here. You might have been sent to Germany and finished up as a slave labourer. Where," she added, "you might well have died."
"What do they propose doing with me?" asked the superior Annabel.
Susanne felt like saying, "they are going to fuck you senseless darling," but instead ignored the question. "What did they do to you at Gestapo headquarters?" she asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," replied Annabel defiantly.
"Did they take you below and pull your clothes off? And then did they have some fun with you?"
"Yes they did as a matter of fact and I told them they would be in big trouble once we had won the war!"
"Did they take turns in fucking you?" asked Susanne, brutally.
For the first time Annabel's composure faltered. She was not used to that crude word. "No, she said as tears welled up. They said that I was lucky they are not savages."
"If you were tied to a bed naked they must have done something to try and break your spirit?"
Again Annabel faltered. "Well they, they played with me -- you know -- they played with me."
"No, I don't know," said an exasperated Susanne.
"Electric stimulation," said Madam Deloise, who knew enough English to understand. "Makes a girl cum time and time again. I had it done to me once. It left me exhausted!"
Annabel looked at both of them horrified and almost not able to comprehend these two. The middle aged ex-whore and the pretty young English girl.
"Anyway," continued Annabel, "they could see that I couldn't tell them what I didn't know and the officer in charge eventually ordered me to get dressed. We have just the place for a gorgeous young girl like you and we might well meet again in different circumstances."
"I didn't know what he was talking about."
"He probably meant that he would come and find you here when you are installed in this "house of ill repute", as you like to call it. Then he really will have some fun with you!"
"Huh," said the feisty Annabel. "Over my dead body!"
Susanne spoke softly to Annabel. "Sweetie, you can forget any idea that you will escape your fate. This is a brothel for German officers and you, darling, unless I am very much mistaken, are destined to be one their favourites!"
Susanne left the room and Madam Deloise comforted the now humbled English aristocrat. As with many other girls before her, she became submissive as she was bathed and petted by her new mistress.
The next time Susanne saw Annabel was when she saw her in the dressing room where the girls went each day to choose what to wear for their busy evening and night. The girls had stripped her and were in the process of dressing her from the extensive wardrobe of expensive silk and satin underwear that the Germans had looted from expensive Paris lingerie shops when they marched into the city. No skimpy briefs for girls in those days. Satin and silk and lace were the norm. They finished dressing m'lady and she was sat at a dressing wearing a sumptuous short satin and lace slip. Her silk stockings were held up by a garter belt which matched her slip.
"The boys are going to go mad for you," said one of the girls. "Never forget to always wear a condom," warned another.
Susanne had to admire her pluck. The girl had recovered her composure and was defiantly telling the girls how she would refuse to become s sex toy for these Nazis.
"What do you propose to do then?" said one of them, "keep your legs tightly closed!" The girls laughed but Annabel held her ground. She was convinced they wouldn't dare touch her. This young English aristocrat!
A couple of days went by and the new girl was summoned to a spotless reception clinic within the so called, "Leisure House".
A German army doctor arrived to examine her and she flatly refused to strip for him.
Madam Deloise was, of course, also present. "Darling," she said. "If you don't do as the doctor orders they will simply send for a couple of thugs who will delight in undressing you."
Annabel reluctantly submitted to an intimate examination by the doctor. He turned to Madam Deloise. "Perfectly fit madam. You may work her as hard as any of the girls."
The colour drained from Annabel's face. It was dawning on her that she was in an impossible situation.
The doctor left and Madam Deloise could see that Annabel was, for the first time, tearful about her predicament.
"Don't worry darling, just look at the other girls. They look happy enough, don't they?" It was true. The girls were all in good spirits and seemed more than happy with their fate.
Madam Deloise left it at that. She knew from experience that this rather difficult and somewhat superior young girl of only eighteen would succumb to the inevitable. Annabel was unaware of course that Madam Deloise had some special pills that she often had to administer to fresh girls.
