After some more social introductions, Liú Xue is brought to the Indian base came for a lot of in-depth acquaintances with the enemy soldiers.
Liú Xue was shouting and screaming her hate and anger at life and heavens as the shepherd’s son finished inside her.
A soldier said that local men in remote places were a great tool to humble those entitled journalists from China. The Eastern Ladakh earth on her pale butt was a very satisfying sight for all men present, except Chang her cameraman who was forced to remain kneeling and watch Xue’s exploits.
They turned her around and laid her down on her back where they kept fondling and playing with her lovely tits. The turban-wearing bearded men with their hot brown skin just couldn’t get enough of her!
Most of them had only dreamed of doing such things to such a pretty Chinese girl, up to that day!
Already, they felt their cocks stiffening to a new majestic life, much to Xue’s horror, who was soon surrounded by a small forest of Indian erections as the soldiers began to masturbate.
They grinned at the humiliation they were about to inflict on the Shanghai reporter as they all stood tall on their knees, towering above her helpless nakedness. The youngest men were holding her ankles and her wrists, where she kept her raging fists clutched in a girly display of small hands that her rapists kept saying were just right for holding Indian clubs.
Xue screamed even louder and shriller as the first man growled and shot his heated relief right on her face!
She felt the hot sauce getting sticky on her face and wished she were anywhere else. Then a second man yelled, “Aaaahhhhhh, Chinese slut-hhRRRRRRRRRRRRRHH!!!”
Three bolts of hot stickiness later, another man uttered an inarticulate sound, “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHH!!!” and creamed the delicate smoothness of her pale tits with thick shots of heated stickiness as she kept bitterly crying and yelling and shouting in her powerless rage.
Two more men offered her a similar “treat” as if to make sure she would really remember the feel of hot Indian cum landing on her face and tits. She received their offerings with her fists clenched, yelling with her open mouth, so one of the men aimed and had her swallowing a full dollop of his Madras pudding.
They all laughed at the distorted face she made as she swallowed the salty rancid sludge. She kept herself from throwing up out of sheer pride.
Chang the gay cameraman watched in horror between the two soldiers guarding him.
Now, the younger soldiers who had held her limbs began taking their turns on top of her.
Xue was forced to endure a Hindi beard on her soft, silky face as the first teenage soldier forcefully entered her. He strained. His sweat fell on her delicate features, and her body was forced to experience some confused pleasure as she felt this young stud was a few years younger than herself. Xue had a very strong fantasy with teenage boys.
As the novice rapist forced himself all the way inside, Xue felt many hands touching and grabbing her legs and feet.
The other soldiers went, “Vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah!!!! (vaahavaah! = Wow wow!)”
They forced her legs around her youthful rapist, and as the turban-wearing youth raped her deep and hard, his light beard brushing the Shanghai smoothness of her face, they made her wrap her legs around him, and her own rebelling body forced her to moan as she felt utterly overwhelmed by her sense of helplessness and defilement.
The groaning from the teenage rapist overwhelmed her senses along with his hot body covering hers, and his hard cock just plowing her, forcing her to be his as he took her with rage against India’s natural enemy, calling her a cheap Chinese slut in English as he kept flattening her under him.
His conclusion was sudden and explosive. Xue would always shiver with mixed feelings of horrified arousal as she’d remember how he roared and shouted, “Aaahhhh! We won! We won! We can fuck their girls-NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHH…”
And she received his long eruption of sludge. Xue felt a hot sting of painful shame as she realized she felt flattered from hearing this teenage boy using the word “girl” referring to her.
She lay there, panting, and didn’t know there was another such young man until the second recruit—the one who had held her ankles and caressed her feet—was on top of her.
He forced his entry inside her cum-soaked pussy and began to violate her in raging bursts of jabs, holding her wrists on either side of her lovely head of raven hair as he dominated her, his torso propped up on his straightened arms where he enjoyed the bouncing view of her conquered tits.
He loved the way her Chinese-brown nipples danced to the beat of his Indian strokes. The neatness of her areolas was a glorious reflect of how sophisticated this big-town journalist was.
Raping her in the dirt of East Ladakh was so much fun!
The New Delhi soldier boy felt he was actually dying when he exploded inside her! His long-winded growls made the marrow of her bones simmer in burning horror as she received the added sludge with a hotter risk for a shameful baby.
Xue still couldn’t actually believe this nightmare was happening! She felt she was about to throw up, yet she shivered and experienced a diffuse sensation of arousal all along.
***
The Lieutenant was called to his jeep. The Major was at the other end of the line and he wasn’t happy. What on earth were they doing down there? However, his tone changed when he was told about the sexy Chinese journalist who was entertaining the men in front of her cameraman.
“Return to the base camp at once! And bring her along.”
The Major’s order was simple and predictable.
As the sun sank ever lower, as if hanging in a rosy orange sky with the entire landscape looking ablaze in bright golden light, as the shadows grew longer and longer, Xue’s violated grace looked pale and bright against the blackness of her dishevelled hair.
The soldiers and the shepherds made sure to touch her black beaver some more. They loved the feel of her intimate hair under their hands and fingers. She was so much fun to violate!
They fingered her for added pleasure and humiliation, forcing her to moan and protest in pain-induced cries as they kept grinning and laughing amid their beards, telling her not to cry as this was such a lovely day with warm weather, and besides, she was too beautiful to be upset.
Where was she from? How old was she? For some reason, she told the truth amid her bitter tears and her cries and her forced moaning. Shanghai. Turning 25 next November.
So she was born in 1995, the year of the Pig. This must by the reason why she enjoyed having earth on her butt! They nicknamed her the Shanghai sow with soft skin.
Chang her cameraman was in full erection from watching the butts of the teenage soldiers when they both took their turns inside Xue.
When they saw the tell-tale bulge at the front of his trousers, the men mistakenly believed this was due to a secret desire to fuck the journalist and they lowered his trousers and brought him where Xue could see “how hard her cameraman was for her”.
They forced her up on her knees and shoved her face against Chang’s groin.
“You suck him!” the heavy-set Corporal ordered Xue using English. “Suck him! Blowjob!” He repeated.
“Blow-job! Blow-job! Blow-job! …” the soldiers began to chant all around her.
Xue’s pretty face now looked like a grotesque Chinese-girl mask with the pools and rivers of cum that graced it and glistened under the setting sun.
Xue looked up at her gay cameraman and she suddenly felt curious as to what it would feel like to hold his erection. Slowly, like in a dream, her hand moved.
Xue felt electrified with preposterous fascination, half-forgetting the pain in her pussy, when she took hold of Chang’s cock…
All the Hindi soldiers around her cheered.
“Suck him, you cheap China doll!” the Sergeant barked.
Xue felt weightless, as if hanging in some alternate reality, as she started to kiss Chang’s bronze uncut cock and she felt her cameraman shiver and cringe as she kept on kissing and began to lick his cock.
As she did so, Xue experienced a savage heat of insane curiosity. She felt it. Her body wanted to feel that cock deep inside her. She realized she had always wanted to have sex with Chang somewhere in a corner of her mind.
She engulfed his cock deep inside her mouth and began to suck him, working his full length with her twirling tongue and finding out that Chang was unusually well-endowed. Her tongue slid easier and easier on his spit-polished meat as she kept up her ministrations, her little hand holding his base.
The Lieutenant was back from the jeep. Speaking English, he gave a simple order to the Chinese cameraman, not knowing he was gay.
“Fuck your journalist! Let her ride your cock! Do it quick or we’ll kill you and leave you here for the carrion birds!”
Chang didn’t understand the word “carrion”, but he didn’t wish to test whether the threat was real or not. He absolutely didn’t want to have sex with Xue, but he felt he had no choice.
He stretched his body down on the ground, his erection straight up like a perfect Chinese-golden flagpole where his trousers were down to his knees, and he watched Xue’s nakedness with some sort of horrified fascination. There was definitely something monstrously erotic in this since he had known her for years.
There were office jokes about him and Xue having sex during their trips together. Chang kept his homosexuality well hidden.
Xue was forced down upon her cameraman’s lap. Given the choice between being sodomized by an assault rifle and riding her cameraman, she chose the latter option.
The soldiers laughed and cheered, two of them holding her arms and shoulders as they made her straddle Chang, who watched her black triangle of silky hair as it moved lower and lower with her entrance wide open amid that fascinating female ground, between the soft brightness of her thighs. Xue became his cowgirl.
Suddenly, she sank lower and Chang’s impaling cock surged inside her and the cameraman let out a loud groan, “OOAAAAAAAHHHHRRR!!!” as he became a gay prisoner inside her tightness.
Xue moaned out louder than she wanted. She felt more and more aroused and her body began to move in such a way as to cause Chang to brush her precise point where her pleasure was greatest.
He closed his eyes and kept thinking of how the teenage soldiers moved on top of Xue with their young butts while she took them with her legs wrapped around each rapist, forced to do so by the cheering soldiers.
Those male buttocks he saw in his mind fed his erection as Xue began to move and bounce herself on top of him. He felt and heard her while keeping both his arms down at his sides, where his hands often brushed her legs, but this didn’t stir anything in him.
“Hold her waist! Take her thighs! Are you gay or what?” the Corporal hollered and laughed along with the others.
Out of fear of punishment, Chang took Xue’s waist and she began to moan louder. Suddenly, he realized she was whispering his name amid her heated whimpers and moans and she was moving herself with more and more frenzy.
Chang opened his eyes and saw the bright play of Xue’s tits below her transfigured face as they jiggled along with her, up and down, up and down as she kept bouncing herself on top of him and he naturally helped her up-and-down dance by holding her waist.
It felt so strange to see her tits fully exposed, her brown nipples intensifying the almond-whiteness of her perky tits. So strange and preposterous! Chang knew her well enough to understand that a part of her was enjoying this.
Her hands were on his chest, pressing him through his sweaty shirt as she kept whimpering and bouncing on him, whispering his name… “Oohhh, oohhh… Chang… Chang… Not… Poss-i-ble… Ooohhh… Chang…”
Ignoring all those Indian hands groping her, Xue moaned even louder and almost sounded like she was in pain, which was partly true, but amid her deep pain and exhaustion, Xue felt unrestrained fire that was building up within her.
And she suddenly blew up and screamed… “aaaaahh aaaahh AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH CHANG!!!”
The gay cameraman understood she was climaxing on top of him. In him, there was a confusion of fantasies, one of which being the Indonesian pirates who had come so close to overtake them and capture their fast motorboat. This was two years ago.
Chang thought of what the pirates would have done with Xue if they had won the chase. He thought of their muscled light-brown buttocks he would have seen in action as those pirates would have raped Xue after ruthlessly freeing her naked beauty from her journalist’s jungle clothes.
Those big Indonesian cocks! Their brutish buttocks! Xue’s whimpers! Her exposed tits under the sun! Their cocks! Their cum! Their foaming slobber as each pirate would have taken his unbridled pleasure! Unrestrained! Untamed!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH H!!!”
Chang realized he was screaming as he violently erupted inside Xue as she grabbed his wrists and pressed his hands against her tits, very forcefully and let out a hot series of moans as she took his seed. Pressing this female fat softness under his hands felt so strange and inappropriate!
The gay cameraman kept thinking about the Indonesian pirates and their big cocks as he shot a surprisingly prodigious load of semen.
It just kept spewing out of him as she kept bouncing herself on him, taking all until his last drop of seed inside her.
Xue let herself fall on her cameraman and frantically kissed him. He couldn’t believe THIS was happening! He suddenly realized his hands were on her strangely shaped buttocks—yet so soft!—as she kept darting her tongue inside his mouth, and he truly understood then; she had always secretly lusted after him.
Xue was suddenly lifted off him.
Chang was lifted back on his knees and had his hands tied up together behind him, the soldiers laughing as they painfully stretched his shoulders while stiffly tying his hands. They left his trousers down with his spent cock glistening with her juices and his own semen.
They then forced him to watch as the Lieutenant set himself on top of Xue. She screamed in pain as he viciously pressed her tits under his brown hands while he pierced her nether defences and began to violate her with his khaki fatigues down and his Indian buttocks all too visible under the setting sun.
He raped Xue amid the thick laughter from the Indian soldiers. He raped her while pressing her tits and feeling her tender nipples under his palms. He raped her with savage joy, horny from watching her getting fucked by her own cameraman.
“You love your cameraman, slut! You love getting fucked, don’t you! Hrrr! Hrrr! Hrrr! Aaahhh yeah!”
Lieutenant Rakesh had felt so surprised to be hard and good to go again when he was watching her bouncing on top of her cameraman. He had to rape her again, and it was so good!
“You’re a very good fuck for a Chinese girl, chowmein muncher! Hrrr, hrrr, hrrr, aahhh, yeah! A really good fuck!”
His men forced her to wrap her legs around him and he absolutely loved being imprisoned inside her legs while pressing her tortured tits under his hands. She squealed so wonderfully under the abuse. Her face was a delight to behold with her mouth wide open in the heat of her suffering.
The ejaculation came. Quick, violent and long-winded! “UUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuoooohhhhh…”
He couldn’t believe how good and rewarding this relief felt as he filled up the smug journalist from big-city China.
***
After this, the Corporal and one soldier also raped her just as urgently, on top of her. Each man yelled his final joy right against her cum-splattered face as they gave her their loads. Now, this was some serious fun! They agreed with the Lieutenant. The Shanghai sow was a great fuck for a Chinese slut.
Lieutenant Rakesh then gave his orders to wrap things up and leave the place.
“The Chinese slut and her camera boy are coming with us! Let’s go!”
Minutes later, Xue, still naked, was sitting inside a military jeep between two groping bearded soldiers who kept their hands all over her. They were bringing her to their base camp.
Chang rode in the other jeep, and a soldier was driving her Jeep Wrangler.
At some point during the late twilight, the Lieutenant ordered to stop.
He had Xue taken outside, and while the Indian men grinned, the naked reporter protested and resisted with the little strength she had left as they lifted her and placed her on the jeep’s hood, where they strapped her so she was spread-eagled on top of that hood.
In that predicament, with her tits high on her chest and her cunt wide open where it gaped amid her patch of Chinese-girl hair, Xue rode inside the main Indian camp and under the bright lights! She was rolled in and offered on a khaki jeep hood like a piece of fuck meat on a platter.
Soon enough, a mob of cheering soldiers surrounded the jeep as it slowed down and stopped. The Lieutenant’s hunting had been good.
“Vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah!!!! (vaahavaah! = Wow wow!)”
“Vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah!!!!”
Xue’s head hurt and rang from those deafening cheers from the Indian mob. This was how she was going to die! Raped to death…
The naked journalist was photographed and filmed as her small body graced the jeep’s hood. Her tits were small and perky, and like the rest of her, they entirely belonged to India’s military.
As they unstrung her, some ugly bearded man in his forties began to lick her tits with a frantic tongue, his eyes wide open with disbelief at what he was seeing. She saw his turban and felt even more disgusted.
Suddenly, there was a tall man facing her. She saw the British-style crown adorning his shoulder pads and knew he was a Major. A Sikh Major wearing a turban.
Xue began pleading with him. She wasn’t going to file a complain if he let her go at once.
The Major laughed out loud at her English. He gave a quick order, and soon enough, the reporter from Shanghai was unstrung from the hood and she found herself bent over the khaki jeep, her chest flat on that same hood, with her pale buttocks offering a soft and sensual display for the overjoyed troops. Now, this was a victory!
She could literally feel their collective lust in the thick air and she realized how unusually warm the weather was for this region. Where was her yellow anorak? She suddenly thought of Martina Hingis and began picturing the Swiss tennis superstar in the same predicament; bent over the hood of a jeep and gang-raped by Indian soldiers; Xue had noticed how firm and lovely Martina’s buttocks and legs were and she found such a fantasy deeply disturbing and erotic.
She tried to relax and spare her energy, but how was she going to survive so many rapes? By thinking Martina Hingis was sharing her fate while holding her hand. She had felt nonplussed when Martina kissed her and began to fondle her breasts, but now Xue would give anything to feel Martina’s warmth and closeness upon her.
“Pl… Please! Please! Rape me gently!” Xue pleaded in English, her tired voice thickly tainted with Chinese.
She wasn’t surprised when she felt the first pair of hands on the sides of her hips—those curves, right where they formed that insanely sexy crease that fascinates white men so much when they see a naked Chinese girl. Xue tried to think she was being gang-fucked by an English rugby team, along with Martina Hingis holding her hand.
“We fuck! We fuck! Fuck the pretty little chink!” the soldiers chanted as the Major smiled amid his thick beard and freed his hard cock.
The senior officer let himself be taken by interracial lust as he touched the cheek of Xue’s female-vast buns with his brown cock. Touching her Chinese butt was so hot! He was owning her!
He took a deep breath and he pushed inside her! “Aaahhh! God! Brahma!!!”
She was so tight! The Major strained amid the deafening jeers and catcalls from the thick mob. Xue’s nostrils were filled with Indian musk and she hated those hands holding her waist. She kept thinking of Martina; it soothed her, but it also shamefully aroused her.
Xue knew that Hingis’s Swiss-white buttocks would offer a wonderful sight upon being used as love cushions by Indian men impaling her pussy with their stiff cocks. She knew that those soldiers would rape her with unbridled glee, slamming her against the hood of that jeep. She began to moan like a cheap whore and felt so angry!
She was now angry and kept shouting death threats from where her face rested sideways on the jeep hood. Her yelling got drowned in the deafening row.
That cock strained itself deeper inside her. She yelled from the pain. The humiliation was worse!
The Major let out his joy. “Aaahhh! Yes! Yes! A Chinese journalist! Aaahhh! So good! Aahhhrrrr! Aaaahhrrrr! Aaaahrrrrr…”
He raped her like a horny centaur, watching her butt curves getting flattened against him repeatedly as he raped the petite girl with her luminous body bent over that jeep hood where her pretty face was now sliding along the beat of her night of defilement.
Xue screamed angrily and kept uttering her empty threats as she found herself unable to make peace with her fate. The deafening crowd of bearded men was drowning her sense of self and crushing any remains of what was left of her dignity.
She was just a Chinese ass getting bounced and bumped for the entertainment of an Indian Major, now a grunting baboon who put all his efforts in being a stud in front of his company.
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Little Miss from China! Now you are caught!”
With these words, the Major pumped his cock inside her tightness and drove her against him as he rushed in absolute rape frenzy until she felt his bliss and knew he was ejaculating. She heard him too… “Hhaarrrhhhllll ggghhhhhh…”
It was so horrible!
Another man. A new pair of hands holding her sore waist. More of the same. Her buttocks forced to bump against him. Smiling beards around her. Deafening jeers! Her face sliding against the jeep hood. Where is her anorak? Oh, Martina! I wish you were here with me!
Is he already done?
Is it another one?
Then another man. And another… No end. No escape. The sophisticated journalist from Shanghai who studied in Switzerland and got fucked by Kim Jong-un is now with dry Indian cum on her sweet face, naked and alone amid the Indian battalion!
TO BE CONTINUED.
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