Monica found it hard to adapt to being a whore for the American soldiers. It had been humiliating to prostitute herself to the army officers. But there had only been six a day. Being screwed that often had not been easy for an inexperienced woman such as herself but she'd learned to cope. The officers had included some pigs who got off by treating her like shit, but most had been reasonable men who had only wanted to enjoy her magnificent body.
Now it was thirty men a day - tough grunts back from the frontline who queued for a fuck. They usually only had the choice of cheap whores, not a beauty like Monica. There was little respite between each one. She had five minutes to wash between her legs and wipe her body down with a damp towel before the next was mounting her. The old madam, Maria, who supervised the men, only changed the sheets a few times during the day, so Monica was usually lying on soiled, sweaty sheets as she was taken.
Most men just pushed their trousers down to save time and their rough tunics rubbed against Monica as they thrust into her. The large, firm breasts drew the mouths of the excited men, and her nipples became sore and chafed from the questing teeth and lips. She was taken both vaginally and anally, and given hard fucks which sometimes made her come despite herself because of the sensitivity caused by so much cock.
"Shit, baby you got all the guys real hot,' said one as he shoved his dick into the wet, gaping hole. "There's hundreds and hundreds want to do this to you."
Monica knew she had created a great deal of lust and regretted allowing Major Mullins to take the bare breasted photos of her to publicise her services when she'd decided to whore for the officers. Many copies had been circulated since and were pinned up in barracks and bars.
In the town, the local men were both angry and lustful. Monica had been pursued by many after being widowed and her prostitution to the Americans had stirred great resentment.
"Hah, see the queue outside her house every day," spat one. "Thought she'd only have officers. Hear she was real pissed off when they handed her over to the soldiers when they had their fill. Thirty yankees every day. She needs punishing when they leave."
"Don't worry. The bitch will get it outside with everyone watching. Then we throw her ass out of town," replied another.
When a day finished, Monica was exhausted, her body sore and aching. She felt so dirty that even a long bath did not make her feel clean. She thought of her son who was being cared for by an aunt in Palermo and her late husband. She was sad and depressed.
The madam helped to keep her working with massages and the salves applied to her pussy and anus, and creams rubbed onto the breasts and thighs to relieve the bruising and roughness. The madam saw that Monica was now beginning to behave more like a slut after the constant degrading sex.
Major Mullins came to visit Monica a few times with presents of food. He saw how she looked older, her face tired and drawn, hair unbrushed as she sat wearing just a dressing gown.
He had been the first officer to enjoy the fresh, gorgeous beauty. He saw how prostitution had changed her in short period of time.
"I go Palermo after this," she said. "Work brothel there. They hate me in this town."
"Can't you start a new life?" replied Mullins.
