WHITE TOURISTS ATTACKED, PART 2
The trucks all came to a halt. Most of the young tourists were frozen in astonishement, their mouth gaping, in the same attitude as a deer when suddenly caught in an oncoming truck’s headlights!
Indian soldiers swiftly got off their transports. They all wore turbans and sometimes a helmet over it. They all had a long jet-black beard, and they were grinning… and armed…
And running at their prey!
Laura screamed as they saw their predatory eyes. This was nothing like the smiling, benevolent-looking men she had seen in the ads promoting India as a safe country for tourists.
Fabienne wanted to run, but like in a nightmare, her legs were like lead and she barely made two steps when she realized she was already surrounded. Some of them were rushing at her! Grinning with eyes nearly out of their sockets. Grinning like nightmarish Sikhs.
“Get the girls! Get the girls! The white girls! Yeahhh!”
Fabrice began to try and talk to the nearest of those men, with Julie right beside him. The answer came as a blow from a riflebutt, and a yell… “Those girls here are too pretty for the likes of you, nigger!”
Fabrice fell down and got struck again. As he lost consciousness, he saw and heard Julie! The thin brunette got seized by a large Sikh soldier who began licking her face and called her “Nigger slut”. Other soldiers got hold of all her limbs at once.
There was a loud “TsshrrrrRRRiiiippp” of tearing fabric. Julie’s loose cotton light-grey shirt got torn to pieces and her small boobs were suddenly there in their high-riding glory, flashing out amid those bearded Indians, with her rosy-wine nipples that never failed to get Fabrice hard. She wasn’t wearing a bra because she had been just about to turn in for the night. The surprise guests had other plans.
With the boyfriend now unconscious and soon to be tied up, the soldiers were free to do as they please with the French girl, whose loose jogging pants got rapidly pulled down and discarded as Julie gesticulated as they restrained her and quickly slid those pants down and learned she had a lovely landing strip of brown hair down there.
Julie yelled, “Aaaaaahhhh Non! J’vous en prie! Pas ça! Pas ça… Pitié… Pitié…” and she began to bitterly sob as one of her attackers began to finger her while her perky tits disappeared under a massive attack of brown hands.
“White girl! White girl! Let’s give her the Tandoori shake’n’bake!”
“Yeah! The Tandoori shake’n’bake!”
Peter was made short work of. He got hit by a riflebutt. Once he was down, he got kicked on the sides and in the face by bearded men who grinned below their dark turban.
“We’re here to fuck your girls! Watch and learn, you stupid soyboy woke!”
Sandrine ran to Peter’s side and yelled angrily at the soldiers, in her usual entitled way, but the Swiss girl was grabbed by bearded soldiers and her body refused to acknowledge that they were now groping her breasts and her bum through her camping clothes!
“Time for you to taste Indian cocks, leftist bitch!” they jeered as they explored her yielding charms under her black-on-red plaid shirt and underneath her bluejeans shorts. Her bare legs were found soft enough and fit for sex as she began to squeal and tried to break free. She cried and begged them to please please not do THIS when she found they were far too strong.
The young men were unable to protect their girlfriends. They were surrounded and beaten to a bloody pulp by the easily victorious troops who were not only armed, but also enjoyed the advantage of surprise.
Hans was grabbed and restrained by two large soldiers who towered over the short guy and smiled, as a tall, middle-aged officer began punching his ribs. He visibly enjoyed dishing out a beating to the young man.
“Welcome to India, pussy-boy! We’re here for your girls!” hollered the General as he gave iron punches and remembered how it was back in the day when he did a stunt in pro boxing after the 1992 Olympics in Barcelona where he had made the semi-finals as a 22-year-old heavyweight.
Lotte had tried to run. She learned that those soldiers had very strong arms and a grip from hell. She wasn’t going anywhere. Her light-blue Adidas shirt was grabbed by five or six hands and pulled in both directions.
TTSRRRRRRIIIIPP!
The nearest man felt his wood getting ready for a good fuck as the Adidas shirt got ripped and shredded as per military tradition and he grabbed her bra and pulled with adrenaline!
The General took great joy in the act of beating up the boyfriend. He had a raging erection from the rush of beating up that guy and seeing that the girl was hopelessly trying to fight the men off her with her pair of juicy little titties that jiggled along with her pointless attempts.
“Aaahhhh… Nein! Nein! Ihr habt kein Recht! Kein Recht, neeiiii eeiii nn!!!”
Lotte’s half naked figure looked like a bright beacon of white skin amid the nightmare-grinning Sikhs.
The General finished toying with the jock by landing a very vicious punch to the liver. The shorter boy fell as Lotte kept writhing and wriggling amid her “admirers” who pulled her white shorts down and tore her pink panties away, and her well-shaved cunt was right there amid her chaotic dance.
Two fingers from the tropics found her cunt, and the Swiss German girl shrieked her horror as it really dawned on her that she was about to be given the worst that could happen to a racist white girl—getting gang-raped by a great many non-white men.
“Scheiss! Scheiss! Scheiss!” (Shit! Shit! Shit! = Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!) the Martina Hingis lookalike yelled at those bearded grinning and jeering men as they fingered her and torn and threw away the ultimate shreds and remnants of what used to be an expensive and stylish Adidas shirt.
Her helmet-like short hair followed her “Nein! Nein!” screams as she shook her head and a tall Brahmanic enthusiast seized that pretty head of hers and pressed his thickly bearded face into a forced kiss, while she was still being painfully and violently fingered as all the men around her went nuts.
“White girl! White girl! Vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah!!!! (vaahavaah! = Wow wow!)”
***
The place was now a motions-confused pandemonium where the attackers uttered loud grunts of victory while most of the girls either shrieked or were paralyzed in silent terror as their camping clothes were torn and the men’s excitement exploded into a frenzy as most of them were experiencing—for the first time—the unfathomable joy of stripping white female tourists. This was so much fun!
Daniel Lévesques was the only man who gave some serious resistance. He surprised the couple of first assailants with pro-calibrer punches and kicks, and he quickly knocked out two of them, but there were far too many soldiers!
After Daniel dropped another Indian man with a hard kick to the groin, the attackers spotted him and no less than ten trained infantrymen swarmed him, armed with their riflebutts.
They surrounded the 38-year-old ex-MMA fighter and dished out a rain of riflebutt hits on him! His cranium took a very vicious blow!
Marie shrieked, “DANIEL! DANIEL!” as she saw her boyfriend getting knocked down and then clubbed by two large Sergeants.
Daniel was knocked unconscious as he heard Marie’s panicked screaming… The scumbags had got their hands on her!
“Non! Non! Laissez-moi, non! Mais qu’est-ce que vous faites? (No! No! Let me go, no! Hey, what are you doing?) Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh Nnaaaaaooooooooooooo!!! Nnaaaaaao aaah aaaaaaaaahrr…”
Marie’s tee-shirt was swiftly pulled and torn and her pink bra put up a brief stand before a grinning bearded soldier pulled and stretched it thin while another soldier grabbed it and the bra was snapped broken while other men restrained her wrists where she clenched her lovely little fists and shrieked and called Daniel’s name.
Her perky white tits were freely moving with her pale nipples, bathed in the bright headlights from the Indian military vehicles.
Marie’s voice broke as the grinning men began groping her bare tits, unable to fathom the unreal fact they were actually kneading and cupping the tits of a white girl. And she looked so young! Still a teen! Someone dropped her Bermuda shorts and made short work of her panties. They all laughed as they saw her glorious beaver of lush hair where it danced between her writhing legs—Marie kept herself unshaved because Daniel loved a hairy girl.
“NNNNNOOOOOOOOO NAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Marie shrieked louder than she ever did as she felt fingers inside her pussy and all those brown-faced soldiers around her kept commenting, their wide smiles illuminating their beard with their white teeth.
Geneviève had been grabbed while Jean-Charles was being severely beaten with boots and riflebutts, and they were already handcuffing him with his arms behind his back while a Major with an especially wide and dark face filled her field of vision with his wide-bearded nightmarish presence.
He licked Geneviève’s face as she frantically looked away and writhed and jerked all her limbs, but those evil men held her everywhere. The woke environmentalist felt an explosion of racist hatred and hated herself too as she realized how much of a racist she truly was, and that disgustingly stout major who reeked garlic now cupped her tits through the bright green of her tee-shirt.
He then slapped her hard! Geneviève felt it right to the marrow of her bones. Her cheek got red and her world was toppled upside down.
“You cheap white slut who show your bare arms in front of our women! Now’s the time! White slut!”
And he grabbed and uttered a loud scream of rage, his big dark eyes filled with savage joy, as he ripped her tee-shirt wide open and the sound of tearing fabric—amid the loud jeering and catcalling—reached her half-unconscious boyfriend.
He feebly looked up and witnessed the unreal sight! Geneviève was bitterly sobbing as her pastel-pink bra was sharply lifted up and the erotic smoothness of her medium breasts looked a bit grotesque and preposterous amid those Sikh bastards.
The tenderness of Geneviève’s nipples disappeared under Sikh black beards as the stout Major and a proud Corporal began to gleefully suck her tits, their cocks painfully hard and their turbans colliding as their tongues circled her wine-brownish areolas. The sobbing girl, she felt that hot slobber on her—and this gave her cause to hate herself even more…
Geneviève was forced into arousal with a river of juices wetting her panties as she felt those thick beards brushing her sensitive skin along with those exotic tongues that relentlessly made her nipples Indian property, while this tit-sucking and all those hands on her caused her tits to swell into their full fuck glory.
They found and undid her belt and got her grey trekking pants down. She cried out and wailed as they began fingering her and got rid of her pastel-pink panties at the same time. They were so avid and unrestrained! And shameless! She felt it as her boobs were getting coated by more and more slobber from those bearded mouths. Geneviève was screwed and about to get screwed many times over.
Laura was frantically shaking her head of golden hair as turban-wearing brigands laid her down under bright headlights from her truck. As soon as they got the screaming and yelling girl pinned on her little back, they lifted her Polo Ralph Lauren tee-shirt all the way up, and for a split second, her off-white bra was there, looking bright golden—almost white—under those headlights, before the bra got lifted up by Indian hands and was forced to follow the pink fabric of her tee-shirt…
The gravity-flattened panic of her perky tits was theirs to play with, all theirs, along with her vanilla-pale nipples and fading areolas, under the men’s jeering victory as they slid those useless Ralph Lauren clothes past her little head and away as she bitterly cried and—in Swiss French—called them a bunch of filthy bastards and ordered them to get their dirty paws off her!
“Allez au diable! (Go to hell!) Allez au diaaable-Aaaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAHHH NNAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAH AAAAHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Nnaaaaaooooooooooo!!!”
Laura wailed, in deep shock, in absolute disbelief and denial as those scumbags held her firmly—together, they were twenty times her strength—and she felt her loose slacks getting peeled off her slender legs, very urgently so, and their collective arousal hit her square as her panties were ripped off and all those hands began running over her legs and wrestling them open too as some Hindi Sergeant learned she had a tiny strip of brown hair down south, and then he put a probing finger inside her pussy.
“The bitch is already wet! Let’s give her what she wants! White pussy to fuck fuck fuck!”
“Yeah! Tonight we fuck!”
Someone had a can of beer and poured some on Laura’s blinding white breasts and she wailed even louder and more pitifully as she felt Indian beards that violated the whites-only space of her boobs as two turban-wearing Sikhs began sucking them with avid glee.
The pussy-fingering Sergeant barked an order and the breast suckers moved away. Laura shook her head in panic as she realized what they were up to.
“No no no no no no no Please! We got money we’ll give you all but please noo nnoo nnnAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH AAAA AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”
She could barely move and was powerless to stop the Sergeant from lowering his camouflage fatigues and showing his proud erection, and as they held her spread-eagled under the bright headlights of that truck, he lowered himself on top of the sophisticated girl from Geneva… He found the entrance and pushed inside her now-accessible cunt.
Under the Hindi Sergeant, Laura shrieked as if they were stuffing her with a red-hot poker. It was shrill, glass-shattering!
Inches above her, through her tears, Laura saw his eyes open up with stupor. The humble, proud Sergeant realized he was inside her.
And he did what so many Sepoy soldiers did to British women when they mutinied in 1857.
The Sergeant got swoler and even harder inside her! Raping a white tourist like this felt so liberating! At last! At last those entitled bitches were getting what they deserved! This will teach them not to dress so lightly! They shouldn’t flaunt their body in public! They were only white sluts who deserved to be raped. They had it coming!
He pounded her urgently and angrily for a while, at times licking her ever-bobbing face and asking her if she loved getting fucked by Indian men, until he imposed his sickening growl upon her and felt shattered by his final explosion! He dumped his massive relief of chutney, deep inside the Swiss girl, who also knew for a fact that all those men around her were going to take their turns as well.
Her life as a proper white girl was over. The second man covered her and added to the confirmation of her defilement. He raped her while calling her a cheap white slut who deserved what she was getting, and Laura died while thinking of Peter as she was baked by a diffuse sense of survival arousal and the man yelled, “Aaaaahhhrrrrrrr! Aaaahrr! Yes! We won!!!”
He gave her a dramatic load of Korma cream, and the next man did likewise after another round of missionary forced sex. The next man had been masturbating, he was very eager to try out this blonde girl, and so were the eight or nine soldiers after him…
***
As she witnessed the rifle-butt beating of Peter and saw his goldilocks hit the ground, Fabienne remembered what she had said to Laura only moments before all hell broke loose…
“Yes, Laura, and that’s why we travel the world. We’re showing the right example and bridging the gap between us and them, making the world a better place!”
The Sikh infantrymen showed her another way of bridging the gap between different cultures.
She was seized by the arms from behind, by a laughing bearded Sikh who lifted her and it seemed Fabienne was about to fly up as she shrieked toward the starry sky with her breasts riding high and tantalizing those camouflage-uniformed brigands for one fleeting moment, just as a pair of strong hands grabbed her apple-green polo shirt and ripped it apart so savagely that her shoulders were uncovered along with the tantalizing cups of her bra.
Those B-cups were promptly lifted up and ripped away as her tan-lined tits freely moved along with the panicked leftist girl who refused to believe the world was still a place where such things might happen.
Fabienne’s topless figure got all her attackers horny and ready to show her their proud cocks. Those cocks were pushing the front of their camouflage trousers!
As they lowered her ivory-white slacks and got rid of her panties, Fabienne suddenly shouted, “I’m sorry! Sorry for being white! I’m sorry for offending you! Please leave us alone and go!”
The Swiss tourist spoke in English with a thick French accent, and the infantrymen laughed at her as they admired the lush triangle of her dark-haired cunt between her flawless thighs. She had a rich, almost olive complexion that made the playfield of her hips and cunt look strangely Hindi, especially given the fact she didn’t shave—and Peter would have hated this.
A first Indian soldier wedged himself between Fabienne’s legs. His profaning hands tested the silky softness of her legs as the jeering Sikhs held her firmly between them, calling her a “white slut just good for being used as a fucking cum dump”.
They kept her bare feet off the ground—Fabienne had been relaxing without her hiking boots while eating roasted marshmallow when India’s troops came along—and kept contemplating those perky tits that should have been off-limits as they held her tightly amid them and enjoyed every passing second of that priceless joy! They were going to gang-rape that white turkey and stuff her with their Korma sauce.
The Sergeant strained. Fabienne shrieked in agony as he brutally hammered himself deeper, gaining ground painfully slow as his bearded face got alive with mad joy.
“Aahhrrrr! She’s very tight! You’ll see, boys, she’s a very good fuck!” the Sergeant said in Hindi as he gleefully pushed himself deeper and then got a firm hold on Fabienne’s thighs as he began to pound her in wicked hard and fast strokes, panting hard and grunting like a horny bear, and Fabienne saw his hovering face coming and going farther and nearer, with his sickening turban, as they held her hovering in their midst and laughed in her face and cupped her tits, kneaded them and pinched her nipples as she screamed and wailed while getting savagely railed.
The Sergeant raped her like a true hero. He loved to see the tears glistening on her bobbing face, amid the dishevelled mass of her hair. Raping this dark-haired girl was priceless!
Fabienne endured the rape with clenched fists as one soldier told her she had a very pretty face and they were happy to make her their Queen of Clubs.
“Yeah! Our very own Queen of the Indian Clubs!”
“Queen of the Indian Cocks!”
One of the soldiers pinched her jaw and viciously squeezed her lower face, adding insult to injury while the Sergeant suddenly shook all over and he blissfully cummed inside Fabienne as his legs gave way under him.
“OOAAAAAARRRHRH UUGGHH!!! Ooohhhh! This white girl! Very very good to fuck!” the panting Sergeant uttered as he nearly fell down to his knees. He was looking at Fabienne with new respect. To him, she was just promoted from filthy white slut to a full-fledged Bollywood slut.
“She could be the first white girl in a Bollywood movie where she gets fucked a lot by thugs! Ha! HA! HA! Ha!” the Sergeant laughed and patted the back of a Corporal who took the paradise spot between Fabienne’s legs.
After some more head-bobbing and whimpers from the helpless Swiss girl with her small clenched fists, the Corporal felt beyond delighted as he found out that indeed, that white pussy was a dream to fuck.
After Fabienne underwent the Corporal’s cumming, she became the slut of a late-cumming officer who offered her a prolonged New Delhi experience as he just kept going for what felt to her like an eternity, and her own body was now rebelling against the abuse, and also rebelling against her leftist-girl bullshit as it forced Fabienne to whimper and moan louder and louder and she ended up climaxing in their arms while shedding bitter tears and screaming out her anger against life and fate.
The pack of rapists laughed at her moaning and screaming while the forty-something Captain kept hammering her pussy, a lucky man to last long with a very potent erection that rubbed Fabienne’s clit with such relentless fury that she suddenly exploded and went into an aftershock climax that made her feel entirely weightless and forgetful of where or who she was. She only knew something was being taken away from her and her life would never be the same again.
That Captain imposed the sight of his greying beard to the 20-year-old girl and finally, finally, he screamed with absolute joy as his pulsating cock got wicked and alive and he cummed hard!
He basked in that heat as he spewed a biblical-scale load.
“You see, Captain Sir, she’s the Queen of the Indian Clubs! A very great fuck!”
***
Earlier…
The General barked an order as he spotted the girl he had picked for himself—Jeanne, the blind girl, was hopelessly crying, wailing and calling Zelda’s name as she tried to break free from a pair of jeering soldiers. All that noise around her, all those evil vibes! The blind girl felt disoriented… She panicked. She called Zelda’s name, but she was deeply lost amid a tumult that was all noise and clamours to her.
“Bring that little angel here!” the General barked as he unzipped his uniform trousers. “Tie up those white pussycat-boys and let them watch what it’s like when real men take their girls! Now let’s have those entitled girls! Show me their white booties!”
His welcome orders were relayed and in fact, they were already being put to execution before they were spoken. Soldiers never needed any reminder and they simply followed a timeless military tradition—all the females on the losing side belonged to the winners and the losers could only watch when they weren’t dead.
Sandrine and Laura writhed and tried to kick, their wrists and ankles being held together by laughing men. The Hindi turban men wrestled them down to the ground while officers stood by and masturbated.
“There’s nothing to worry about!” the General bellowed with a stentorian voice.
“Nothing to worry about! We’re just going to mass-rape your girlfriends, that’s all! Then we’ll be on our way! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Marie was brutally bent over and fiercely restrained by her wrists while a pair of strong brown hands kept circling the curvy contours of her pale booty!
Daniel, even Daniel, had been clubbed by riflebutts by too many men. Now, his hands and ankles were cuffed with steel chains and he was powerless to keep the unthinkable from happening.
As he came to, Daniel could only watch as his teenage girlfriend had her white bum forcibly uncovered and kneaded, and a man stood right behind her! The beautiful mass of her long brown hair was a poignant sight as the men masturbated and Marie saw their juicy clubs. She felt within herself that once they would have enjoyed and flooded her pussy, they would also force their cocks inside her mouth and crush her ego in front of Daniel.
That man had already unzipped his trousers and his erection was jutting out of him, and he soon spat in his hands and coated his New Delhi rammer while grinning men held Marie, who was now wailing and crying like a milk-thirsty baby.
The man with the slobber-coated cock pushed himself inside Marie, and the girl shrieked as if they were eviscerating her while the bearded Indian strained hard and invaded her French cunt. She bitterly sobbed, her lips trembling.
And with a loud, “Yyaaahhrrrr!!!” he pushed himself right to the hilt inside Marie and began pounding her as she screamed with a deafening force. Daniel felt her pain, yet he had a raging erection as he watched; he also felt nauseous with a horrible, exploding headache and began to feel dizzy as the bright headlights became painful to look into and he closed his eyes.
The man held Marie’s teenage waist, and he savagely enjoyed the rape while other men held her in that bent-over position with their hard cocks out and ready—and very brown too.
“Let’s see how high this white slut can sing!” said the turban-wearing rapist as he heated up his game. Holding Marie’s hips, he upped the beat and was now using her with unrestrained abandon. He loved the hard bumping of her bum curves against him as he kept punishing her.
Marie shrieked and hit very high notes of shrill distress. It hurt so bad!
***
“Yes! Yes! Let’s rape all the white girls! Let’s give them our hot chutney!” hollered a junior officer where Sandrine and Laura were pinned to the ground and their suddenly exposed boobs were jiggling wildly under the bright headlights from those fate-heavy trucks.
“Those two are shaved like the sluts they are! White sluts! White sluts all of them! Yeah! Tonight we fuck!”
“Yeah! We fuck like bulls!”
“All the way! All the way!”
Soldiers fired gunshots in the air and cheered!
***
Zelda wailed and kept calling Jeanne’s name as a pack of men grabbed her and separated her from Nancy.
Loud ripping sounds filled the air as Nancy’s juicy tits were flashed and revealed in their glorious whiteness.
Nancy was a blonde with very pale skin, and as the Indian big boys uncovered her alluring legs and hips, they found she did not wear any panties under her loose slacks, and down there, she had a very delicate bush of subtle golden hair—the cunt of a true blonde!
They began fingering Nancy while Zelda was restrained and watched in horror as her girlfriend was defiled.
They held Zelda by the arms and shoulders and forced to bend over while other men brutally lowered her slacks.
“Turkish girl! Turkish pussy!” they shouted as they did so.
Zelda writhed and ragingly cried, and kept calling Jeanne’s name, trying to locate her amid that noisy tumult in those blinding headlights, and through the veil of her hot tears, just as she felt the savage pull from her panties…
She shrieked in humiliation and shock as the Turkish-looking girl felt the breeze directly on her intimate buns and realized they were now having her ass naked under the rim of her long-sleeved shirt, such a stylish jersey that had many thin stripes in myriads of colours ranging from orange to grey and fiery rust brown—this was her favorite shirt.
This shirt and the myriads of coloured stripes only made Zelda’s naked butt look even more absolutely naked.
The nearest man went berzerk at the sight of that female butt crack and those wide buns… Curves of pure splendour in a pale olive complexion that looked paler and a bit yellow with those headlights from the trucks.
The nearest man barked orders. “Hold her firmly! Let’s have her right now!”
And the well-built Sergeant unzipped his uniform trousers and freed a respectable eight incher of Hindi snake, which he soon coated with cari-spiced slobber as the others were groping Zelda’s naked butt while shouting, “Turkish girl! Turkish ass! Good, good to fuck!”
They went nuts as they saw Zelda’s legs in alluring lines along with the arousing curves of her hips, and her buns! They realized the Turkish-style brunette was theirs to fuck all night long!
“What a lovely night this is for India!” one of the men yelled amid all the jeers as he held Zelda’s wrists together, in front of her bent-over figure, and he greatly enjoyed the softness of her hands.
The Sergeant, who had fumbled and strained a bit, now rammed his cock inside the Turkish-looking lesbian and had the time of his life as he hammered his eight incher deeper and deeper inside Zelda’s tight pussy and loved the sound of her shrill despair as the lesbian got deflowered by a man.
Her first cock ever was 100% Indian. Their France-India encounter was extremely improbable, but it was happening, and this sense of improbability made the Sergeant gloriously and painfully hard as he pounded Zelda and flooded her lesbian ears with his baritone grunting. He imprisoned her slim waist in his brown-sugar hands and went right to town! What a fuck this was!
Zelda shook her head as the searing pain exploded inside her.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAANANAA OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Arrêtez! Arrêtez, ça fait mal! (Stop! Stop! It hurts!), nnnh-aaaa aaaA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhh!!! Jeane! JEANNE!!! NOOOOOO!!!”
Even worse than that horrible pain was the realization that the unthinkable was happening… They were also raping Jeanne! She even heard her screaming!!!
The Sergeant raping Zelda had the time of his life. He stooped down and pressed himself upon her, covering the girl with his large frame and cupping her tits through her coloured-striped shirt while pounding her hard, like a mad dog from Bangalore. He was now grunting with his bearded face right into the long dark mass of her hair.
He was hit by a rush of extasy! He realized the miracle was happening! He was going to fill up the foreign tourist!
His legs shivered as he pounded Zelda in his last-moment frenzy, pressing himself on her, covering her as if he were a copulating German shepherd dog…
Zelda wailed and felt her soul shattered like smashed cristal, with her head bobbing on and on. The leftist lesbian felt his breathing hot on her neck as the man let out a long, powerful groan…
She felt him twitch inside her.
The man braced for the eruption of pure bliss—His cock took a life of its own and Zelda instinctively realized he was done.
Long and hot ropes of jizz shot out of the big Sergeant and all this sludge got lost deep inside Zelda, with its high-risk contents, and on top of the horror and worry for a possible red-flag stop in her menstrual periods, Zelda had to endure the man’s long, guttural groan as he relieved himself…
“hhhNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN hhhNNNNNNNNNNGGHHNNRRHH aaaaAAAHH YYYYAAAARHRHRH!!!”
All this while, Nancy was pinned flat on her stomach and a swarthy officer was pounding her hard, repeatedly bumping on her bum as the unfortunate lesbian screamed her life out with each stroke.
“Aaahhh! Aaah! Aaah aahah aah aaaaaahhh… Nooooo! Nooo! Arrêtez tout de suite, j’vous en supplie! (Stop this right now! I beg you!) Nooo! I’m gay!”
She unfortunately spoke those last two words in English, and the swarthy officer began fucking her with such fury that Nancy felt the savage pounding she had been taking was a mere warm-up.
He was now flattening her buttocks like an unstoppable train with its steam engine full of pressure. His little fiesta of soldierly brutality came to a sudden finish…
“White girl! White girl! Not so proud now! Aaahrr aahrrr aaahrrrr aahrr aaaahhrr yes! Yes! We’re fucking their women! YEEAAAHHHH! YES! YEEAAAAHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHnnndjdjjd hhghghghghgh…”
The swarthy officer had finished being vocal. He lay, panting, on top of the sobbing blonde. It had felt so close to dying of sheer bliss!
Zelda was now raped by a second man. She was still naked from the waist down, and raped with both arms stretched behind her as her rapist had grabbed her wrists and kept pulling her arms for added leverage and a deeper fuck. Her bum kept bouncing and the repeated flattening of her pale-olive curves produced loud “smat-smat-smat” sounds of flesh meeting flesh in this clash of civilizations.
The myriad of colours from the thin strips of her shirt hightlighted the bright softness of her skin… Seeing her naked bum felt surreal and caused that man holding her waist to quickly ejaculate. His bear-sounding growl was especially disgusting to hear for Zelda.
A man got down at her feet and went into the trouble of getting rid of her hiking boots, of her socks and at last, he discarded her slacks—with great difficulty, managing to lift each of her feet so the shuffled slacks could be slid from under her so she was truly naked from the waist down.
An officer told the young soldier he deserved to be made a Corporal right away—this girl had gorgeous legs and feet. Zelda felt her bare feet in Ladakh dirt while her second rapist presently released her arms and clenched her waist as he exploded and stuffed her with a big helping of Korma pudding.
Another man took her in the same position. It was a repeat play with her arms held and stretched behind her—holding and pulling her wrists became a trend. Zelda was railed hard and good. The fourth man and the Lieutenant that came after him also did her like this.
Her lovely head of Mongol-black hair kept bobbing along and offering long waves of raven-haired tumult as her alluring body got shaken under the relentless barrage of Indian cocks that always ended up spewing a large load of Korma milkshake.
They still wouldn’t rip her shirt off. The myriads of coloured stripes offered a blur of greys, browns, oranges and rusty browns and warm golds and nearly black browns as she got rocked and slammed in this endless doggystyle fuck party. Her thin and clothed torso made her butt look even better with her heart-shaped curves. She was such a joy to rail! And she got their big Indian cocks over and over again!
She gave them unbelievable eruptions! Each man exploded like a geyser inside her, and Zelda repeatedly learned what it felt like when a man cummed inside her. She was now praying that no one would sodomize her. She suddenly thought of Jeanne and felt very guilty; she had been the one to bring her over here with the promise that nothing bad would happen to her.
“And after this, you’re going to lick our cocks clean, you fucking Western bitch! Say you love India!”
The bearded Indians grinned as they couldn’t get enough of forcing Zelda’s wide buttocks to keep tapping and bouncing against them. Her half-naked rape was renewed again, again and again. This was so much fun! And the bitch kept calling the same name. Jeanne!
***
Marie kept uttering deafening screams as the highest-ranking man in her pack, a senior Sergeant about 45 years old, brutally invaded her cum-drenched pussy and strained his way inside her!
“Take this, white slut! Your first Indian cocks! Yeah!!!” he uttered as he began to rape her from behind where she stood.
Nearby, Lotte from Switzerland was being laid down and spread-eagled with her half-groggy boyfriend watching, his hands and ankles tied up and powerless to do anything to try and stop this nightmare from happening.
Under the bright headlights, near the campfire, the bright-white skin of Lotte was crudely naked as she was raped in unreal motions that were so urgent and aggressive that it all looked like an accelerated movie. The bearded man on top of her suddenly ejaculated and lost a large helping of frothing slobber down his wide-open mouth.
Her boyfriend was hard! Like a stallion! Lotte looked so incredibly like Martina Hingis at 18 years old!
Lotte’s small tits were there and up for grabs with her vanilla-pale nipples that got nearly always buried under New Delhi hands.
Her shorts and panties were long gone. They lay nearby, while a heavyset Major was on top of the Swiss tourist, with his uniform trousers down, and the girl got great pain from him as he pushed his big Indian club deeper and deeper inside her.
What a horrible night for her birthday! She just turned 19.
The Major was frantic! This was his first time with a teenage white girl! He went berserk… “Haaa! Haa! Haaa! Haa! Haa haaa Haaww Haawww…”
Almost barking like a dog, yes he was, as he pounded the Swiss girl. Lotte was whimpering in a steady rhythm that followed her rapist’s heavy strokes.
She soon heard the Major’s louder grunts and felt instinctively he was cumming…
“Haaa! Haaww! Haaw! Haa-AAA AAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAHRHRRHHRRHR!!!”
Not far from Lotte’s gang-rape, Noémie was shaking her head of raven hair…
“Noo! Nooo! No please we got money no! Nooo! Nooo!”
“Nooooooo! Not this! Please, don’t! Don’t Don’t!” Noémie squealed, in her French, as the turban-wearing men finished the destruction of her camping clothes as they shouted, “Yeah yeah! White girls! White girls! Good fuck!”
As her boyfriend Frédéric watched, handcuffed, and felt humiliated by his inability to save her, Noémie had her green-and-dark-blue plaid shirt pulled right down her shoulders and arms by the grinning bearded men, and her white tank-top became a bright beacon with tantalizing breast shapes and an unnerving cleavage amid the turban men.
Like in a dream, they restrained her and a pair of mud-brown hands grabbed the tank top and the burly Corporal showed her boyfriend how it was done—he uttered a loud war cry of absolute delight as he savagely ripped off that white tank-top and all men present cheered and catcalled as they saw her vulnerable sports bra.
Frédéric felt his girlfriend was a topless goddess and she looked even more striking wearing only that bra amid those black-bearded rapists in camouflaged uniforms. All men were hard—including Frédéric—as they anticipated the unavoidable.
The sports bra was seized by the Corporal who almost sounded as if he were climaxing. So loud and fierce was his war cry as he pulled and stretched the brunette’s bra until it finally gave way and was torn away, freeing the primal beauty of Noémie’s pale titties. A brawl nearly erupted among the men over who was going inside her first!
The sounds of tearing fabric still rang in her mind. Her top-undressing had tore up her world and changed her forever as the demented soldiers kept her tightly in their arms and nearly fought among themselves while some men gained access to her bare, free-moving tits and found they were just the right size for a handfull of white-girl heaven. One of those hot bearded boys decided he was going to shower those tits with his cum… only after he’d have first filled her up as per military tradition.
They lifted Noémie off her feet and kept her topless figure floating amid them as she desperately writhed. They slid down her forest-green trousers, learning she wore black panties, and soon ripping those off and learned about the strip of black hair she had down south between her wriggling legs, which were snow-white and athletic since she had played volleyball for years.
They hurt her ankles by pulling her hiking boots off as they ragingly peeled her trousers off her legs, then past her ankles and feet, causing her white socks to follow suit and many of them whistled as they saw her barefoot and naked except for her wrist watch.
The question of who was cumming first inside her had been settled.
The burly Corporal took hold of her hips and lifted her off! They held her there and he hugged her while stooping down and pressing his face right against her tits!
“Noo noo! No! This isn’t happening! No! This can’t be!” Noémie hollered in French.
The big Corporal now had his cock outside his kaki trousers while the others held her sorta floating amid them and kept touching her everywhere at once, especially the floating and panicked display of her breasts. Most of these men had never seen a naked white girl in person.
Frédéric experienced a monstrous erection as he heard Noémie’s whimpers and protests. The big ugly bearded Corporal had found his way inside her and he was now holding her waist and pounding her, going to town and grunting like a love-stricken baboon.
This felt so fucking good! To be inside one of those snobbish white girls who thought the world was their oyster!
***
Some distance away, in the headlights from trucks and jeeps, a long line-up of horny Indians were taking care of Jeanne, making sure the teenage blind girl got her fair share of hot chutney. None of them was able to last very long inside her tight pussy.
As she got shaken and rocked like a weightless fuck doll, Jeanne remembered how fast everything had unfolded. They had grabbed her and ripped her shirt off, then her bra had been snatched away amid a flurry of catcalls. Those hands on her tits! It had got her wet in spite of her terror!
There was nothing Jeanne could do! Absolutely nothing! No escape. No protection. The men had been utterly overwhelmed and unable to defend her and the others. She had heard her poor half-sister calling her name. Poor Zelda. And yet, hearing her big sister getting raped and being just as helpless as herself had given Jeanne some tiny notes of guilt and deep arousal.
They held and touched her everywhere… Her bluejeans were peeled off her legs and her panties were soon gone. Then, that loud-speaking man had come with his strong smell of sweat, piss and cigar. He was the obvious leader and the first one who raped her. More followed. So many men touching her at all times! And speaking so loud! And now she was even getting used to be Eve-nude amid those men who kept using her like a piece of fuck meat.
They even gave her two cocks at the same time. One would use her standing while others held the naked girl where her overheated body caused her to wrap her small legs around the grunting man, and she was thus raped floating in their midst, her deliciously young tits jiggling in her authentic splendour as they held her arms well apart on either side of her lovely face with those warm waves of long light-brown hair, where the blind girl felt those exotic hands on her arms and wrists. Someone was often touching and kissing her feet too.
The second cock was inside her mouth. She was kept horizontal to be raped and enjoyed while that second man held her head looking up toward him while he invaded her mouth and said they would kill all her friends if she only thought of using her teeth. Jeanne was only busy with survival and tried to breathe with this big chunk of hard meat inside her mouth. She was nearly choking with that cock relentlessly sliding and pressing her tongue.
The man would thus give her irrumatio, raping her face upside down where he stood above her, while she was used horizontally with her head lower than her cunt as the man giving irrumatio was shorter than the 6 foot 4 Corporal who was presently dumping his hot sludge inside the blind girl.
“YEAH! YEAH! WE GOT THEM WHITE GIRLS! Take my cum, white slut–NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHH…”
“Yaa-aaahrrrh! India wins! Take my cum too, sweet babe! Take it and drink it! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRHHHHHH… Yeah! Now that’s a great fuck! Drink it all, young lady!”
Jeanne didn’t have the time to spit out all that Indian goo out of her mouth before she was deadlocked once again and held amid them, with one soldier giving her irrumatio and violating her lovely little mouth and another turban man enjoying himself inside her pussy.
This particular man was himself the father of teen girls, and this senior Sergeant kept Jeanne’s little feet pressed to his bare chest as he pounded her while holding her delicate ankles and absolutely loving this proximity of her feet. The feet of a white girl!!!
Jeanne would never ever forget the feel of that Indian chest under the soles of her feet, and the heated hold of his hands around her ankles, all this while a forest of hands kept touching and holding her everywhere at once.
After a few minutes of this forced sex, during which Jeanne’s body reacted with an acute orgasm that got the blind girl sweating all over, her swollen tits under those brown hands, the man raping her mouth pulled out and let out his glee blow out of his bearded face, uttering a scream of carnival joy as the blind girl got splattered all over her face, and the Sikh men went nuts upon seeing his Korma pudding glistening on the bridge of her little nose and elsewhere on her pretty face.
The blind girl felt that hot stickiness a lot more intensely since all her four remaining senses were extra keen. She felt a confused mixture of horror, disgust, fascination and yes, some tiny notes of arousal. Lot’s of shame too, but was it really her fault?
All this while the senior Sergeant was now pounding her with no holds barred, holding her ankles and now kissing her feet and pressing them to his bearded face. And Jeanne nearly climaxed again amid her tears and cries and in spite of her sense of debasement, as she felt that exotic beard against the soles of her feet. This was so preposterous! The blind girl felt this man was twice her age if not more, and this intensified the storm of confusion within herself.
The father of two did his utmost to make his glory last, but this blind girl felt so good to rape! He felt his edge close at hand, and pressed her sweet little feet even harder against his face, taking a full whiff of her scent, and then he passed his edge and screamed his bliss…
“AA Yes we fuck heRRHH White teenage student–AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHGG NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHGHGDJDJDD nnngghhh… !!! Oooh holy cow!”
His cock exploded out of control and he spewed a shitload of cum inside the blind girl, and as he cummed, the senior Sergeant fantasized about Pakistani soldiers storming his house and gang-raping his lovely daughters in the living room. He felt very deeply ashamed amid his legs-weakening bliss.
TO BE CONTINUED.
