Anika leads the escort as English nurses are evacuated east to Yekaterinburg
William was still alive when the cavalry troop of Cossack girls made it to Birsk late in the afternoon. Perhaps God had mercy of him, or perhaps it was Anika’s trench coat she had given the lad, ignoring the rain on her, and requiring the heat from two naked girls when they bivouacked and everyone was busy making shelters from the relentless rain.
The boy was still in danger when the 30-strong troop arrived at the British trenches surrounding the camp and the sentries let them pass as soon as Lance Corporal Armstrong spoke to them and gave them an old pass-word, and as soon as they spotted the Lieutenant’s shoulder pads on Anika, while taking a look at how her wet khaki shirt hinted at her perky breasts.
As soon as she had dismounted, Anika took the boy and carried him in her arms to the field hospital, the display of female strength watched in disbelief by the English Tommies garrisoning this outpost as she kicked the door open and the nurses saw the boy and understood instantly. The boy had stopped shivering.
Getting impatient with the nurses, Anika promptly stripped herself naked and ignored the head nurse’s protests as she laid herself in the bed and took the boy in her hugging arms. The doctor felt embarrassed, his cock stiff from seeing this young woman while he had gone such a long spell absorbed in his duty, having not seen his wife in long months.
As the cavalry-girls took their tired horses to the stables, Lance Corporal Johnny Armstrong went directly to the commanding officer to give a report.
Major Harding was a young officer whose features looked more arrogant than wise. “Probably a young college fellow who was a Lieutenant in ’14 and was promoted too fast for his own good. Damned!” Johnny thought as he saluted the young man, who didn’t stand up and briefly returned his salute, and did not offer him a drink or anything in spite of his damp uniform showing clear evidence of a soldier who had undergone a long, unforgiving horse ride under rain in hilly terrain.
He made his report brief and to the point—”The Second Brigade in the Czech Division has defected to the Red Army, perhaps the entire Division, Sir, and they’re marching on us!”
There was no visible alarm on the Major’s face, unlike the Sergeant acting as secretary whose jaw dropped upon hearing the news.
“Are you sure, Corporal?” the Major inquired. “And how dare you show up in such a dirty uniform!”
“I fled! Sir! I narrowly escaped, me and Private William Holmes. The 117th Foot Regiment has been destroyed, Sir! We must retreat, Sir! There are too many…”
“We? Retreat? Are you out of your mind, Corporal? We’re the King’s men!”
And as he struck his desk to mark his words, Major Harding bellowed, “We’re the British Army, and the British Army does not retreat in front of Russian peasants!”
“But Sir, they’ll be here in two days! Five thousands of them, perhaps more!’
“That will be all, Corporal!”
“Think of the nurses!”
The young officer raised his eyebrows, in shock to hear an enlisted soldier hold his own against him. “That will be all, I said! And call me Sir when you’re addressing me, Corporal.”
Johnny angrily saluted the superior officer and took his leave, getting a supporting eye contact from the Sergeant on his way out. “What a prick of the first water!” he whispered to himself.
The Lance Corporal had his uniform cleaned, and he restored his rifle and his revolver into proper clean condition.
When the Major saw him again next morning, he saw a soldier looking more soldierly than anyone of the 286 riflemen in his camp. He didn’t like him. His men had already begun to worship him, especially when they noticed that one of the Cossack girls with dark hair never left his side. They all saw in Anna’s eyes that she was in love. And Armstrong was already using basic words in Ukrainian, such as “food”, “love” and “fuck”, “ass”, “tits” and “feet”.
William got better. The garrison were astonished to say the least, upon seeing how the Cossack Lieutenant kept looking after the boy. They all had heard the story about her getting naked and in bed to warm up the freezing lad. And she had carried him herself, in her arms! By herself! And yet she was slender! Anika was already a legend in the camp.
The Major felt jealous. What did she see in this boy that he didn’t have? Wasn’t he a decorated officer who had fought at Verdun? At the Somme? And at the Marne, where he had been made a Captain after only a few months of active duty? This girl should be wanting him! The arrogant fool did not notice how Judith Baker, one of the youngest nurses, always seemed to make time to talk to him, always seemed to linger with longing in her eyes whenever in his presence. He was too much of a fool to see that this young lady from Bristol would let him kiss her and do whatever he please with her!
Judith Baker had golden hair, long golden hair styled under a white veil that fell down to her shoulder-blades and carried some remnants of nunnery, except this veil showed part of her hair, except she wore her sobre dress of lavender blue and the bright-red cross on her white apron. She had porcelain blue eyes full of promise for whoever would end up “stuck with her” as her husband. Her small hands were full of a sense of duty and a will to serve others, and her figure underneath her long dress and apron showed that she indeed would keep a husband happy and faithful unless he was a no-good hoodlum. (Image 1)
The very next day, Major Harding heard reports that he couldn’t ignore. An enemy Brigade-size force was marching fast and its forward elements would be upon the camp within the next 24 hours! One of the reports came from Captain Spalding his second-in-command, who suggested that the nurses should be evacuated at once, with the Cossack cavalry escorting them.
The Major refused!
But Captain Spalding knew how to handle the young prick…
“Sir, may I respectfully tell you that I’ll be sitting on the board who will assess you and decide whether you keep those crowns on your shoulder straps? Let me finish! As you know, your rank of Major is a brevet rank, and it isn’t even clear to us whether you’re a Captain or a brevet Captain. If you do badly here, you might very well resume your career as a Lieutenant.”
The 25-year-old Major stared at him. Captain Spalding, thirty-six, just reminded him that he could actually outrank him if brevet ranks were thrown out the window. “Wh-what do you suggest, Sir, uh Spalding?”
“I suggest that the nurses be evacuated at once! Under escort from the Cossack cavalry. This is no place for women! This being said, I like the idea of stalling the enemy here. There’s only two hundred and eighty of us, but we have strong defensive positions, trenches with machine guns, mortars and plenty of grenades and ammunition. We can buy our friends some precious time and help them set a strong new frontline to stop the Reds from recapturing Yekaterinburg.”
“All right, you win, Captain,” said the boyish-looking officer whose shoulder straps wore a Tudor Crown that looked far too senior for him. Major Harding sighed. There went his opportunity to get some sex with this beautiful cavalry Lieutenant whose hair hoovered where blonde got too dark and brown got too light. Then it occurred to him that one of the nurses always seemed to make time to speak with him, like she was going out of her way just to be with him. Judith Baker. Could she be…?
That night, an unusual concert was overheard from the Major’s office. Judith Baker was happy to give Donald Harding her virginity. Bent over his desk and taking his strokes, she loved it! She loved his hands on her. He was so handsome! This was strictly against regulations, but ooh God it felt so good! And this was a rather safe time in her month too. And the Major couldn’t believe he was finally losing his own virginity. He ejaculated with shock in his eyes as the wild rush of bliss took him! He had no idea that actual sex could feel this good. Judith then moved around and flaunted her tits in a clear, smiling invitation to please suck them. This was their first and last night together.
Little did the Major knew that Captain Harold Spalding was having an affair of his own with Rose Granger, a nurse aged twenty-four, with auburn hair and eyes to die for.
Spalding was glad to get rid of these cavalry girls. Thirty of them! This would create serious discipline problems among his men, possibly rape cases that would have to be dealt with in the harshest manner to keep the men’s lust in check. There was no room for lust and sex in a besieged outpost. But he himself had been getting sex with Rose, for he was an officer and it was different. Now he had to reluctantly let Rose go along with her fellow nurses, or else there would be trouble. Spalding always feared a mutiny, and it was actually his favourite fantasy, to picture Rose falling in the hands of his own men and getting stripped in a scene that would morph daytime normalcy into an erotic scene where Rose’s tits and muff would be revealed in broad daylight amid a pack of jeering mutineers! He always ran this fantasy when he had sex with her.
***
“Bad news, love,” Anna told Johnny after sex where they would sleep hidden and wrapped in a blanket in some dark corner of the camp. She went on and tried to explain they had just been ordered to escort the nurses out of Birsk and east to Yekaterinburg, but all he understood in her Ukrainian was “bad news, love”, although he was making fast progress in her language.
“Dhzonni!” Anna cried and said something he didn’t understand, but he held her close to his heart and she sobbed, her head resting on his chest. So little time did they have together, and yet he already felt she was a part of him. Perhaps this was God’s punishment on him for having partaken to the rape of Esther and Violet.
As an officer, Anika had been given a small room in Birsk, outside the camp. She had let Bill strip herself naked and treat her as if she were his eighteen-year-old love girl. Now she was legs-up on a low sideboard, using her hoovering feet to stroke his boyish face with the tip of her toes, knowing he loved them so much, while the boy screwed her like there was no tomorrow. The boy would have enough sauce and strength in him to take her this way three times over! With her moaning and whimpering so loud that her sounds were probably heard from the street. This was their farewell flourish.
Morning came faster than she wanted. Reluctantly, Anika donned her cleaned-up uniform and gave one last kiss to her young lover, who also got dressed in his cleaned-up uniform. Then they arrived at the camp together to obey the orders that had been translated to her in Russian by some balding middle-aged Captain wearing glasses, whose name she had forgotten.
The camp was a beehive of abnormal activity, not the hurry of a departure, but the kind of intense activity that followed a horrible incident.
Sergeant Kovalenko came running at her! “Something terrible!” she said, even forgetting to salute Anika. “Anna… She was taken prisoner by the English! Arrested! Corporal Dzhonni, they’re looking for him!”
“Calm down, Kovalenko! First salute me, then take your time and tell me what happened exactly,” Anika replied, instinctively pressing Bill against her as if he were her little brother she wanted to protect from something.
The Sergeant then told what she knew. “During the night, four soldiers led by a Corporal had stumbled upon Dzhonni and Anna sleeping together under her blanket in a more isolated corner of the camp. Two men had grabbed Dzhonni and begun to beat him up while the Corporal and the fourth man had grabbed Anna and begun assaulting her. Anna’s field shirt was already loose, so the men got horny.
“Dzhonni fought back! He fought off the two first men by himself, but as the English soldiers were gaining the upper hand, Anna took her own knife from that place on her thigh. You know how she always keeps a small knife strapped there, as a last-resort weapon…”
“Did she kill that pig?”
“We’re not sure whether he’ll live. Anna cut him badly and from what that old Captain translated to me, her blade narrowly missed the main artery. The Corporal was carried to sick-bay. They got Anna, but Dzhonni’s missing. The British are looking for him everywhere.
Major Harding received a furious Anika in his office where also sat Captain Spalding and Captain Hargood the middle-aged translator.
“Anna Alexeiev was defending herself! She’s under my authority, outside of your jurisdiction! Release her at once!” Anika’s words were translated.
“Whatever happens within this camp falls under my jurisdiction. In jail she shall remain and judged she shall be!”
“No way a Ukrainian girl will be judged under British law! England has no say in what happens to Ukrainians! She was defending herself! Release her or your nurses will go without an escort!”
Then Captain Spalding spoke: “We’ve got word from sick-bay. Corporal Duncan Williams will live. He’ll be weak for a long while, but he’ll go on and hopefully will learn from his mistake. I’m personally all for releasing this girl and letting you leave this place at once. Good riddance! Your girls only bring trouble among the men!”
“No, I changed my mind,” the Major bellowed. “The, the nurses shall remain here, and and you and your girls will guard them.”
Then, Spalding whispered a few words in the Major’s ears and the young man’s expression changed from authoritarian to worried.
Captain Spalding smiled under his Victorian-style moustache that made him look like a character out of an 1880’s novel. His words were translated to Anika, whose taut breast shapes naturally attracted the gazes of all three men. So did her disciplined hair under her round kubanka hat of black sheepskin, for she looked like the most attractive military lass they had ever seen. Her hair looked more blonde than brown against this dark sheepskin hat, and her pale khaki uniform and high cavalry boots forced in their minds clear erotic images of her slender body as all three men mentally undressed her and envisioned her in the nude, her strength as fiery as a white flame of skin and her secret soft side in this dark-woodwork office where the Major and the Captain forgot to offer her a cup of chai.
“Your cavalry girl is free. Get your horses and wait for the nurses at the eastern end of the camp. Good luck!” the Major said, thinking he sounded like a senior officer, but Anika felt he sounded more like a college boy. What were they thinking when they promoted him!
“With this prick in charge here, this place is doomed,” she thought.
Captain Spalding felt ill-at-ease, for he knew that this lovely Anna with her long black hair had no doubt been raped in jail by a couple of guards. He had seen their unmistakable smile and noticed their unusual good mood when he went to speak with her in jail. He had already heard gossip about that dark-haired girl with an ass that would “make a man as stiff as a holy wooden stake used to kill a vampire”.
***
A convoy of six slow trucks carried six wounded men out of the camp. Five of them were English survivors who had escaped Belyyfontan, but barely. The last one, a Corporal Williams, had a most serious knife injury in his neck, but he was out of immediate danger. A nurse by the name of Rose always sat by him in the truck’s canvas-roofed trunk and tried to ignore the way he kept a hand on her thigh.
Anika rode in the lead while Sergeant Kovalenko made sure the trucks kept their slow pace and none of her girls trailed too far behind. Anna rode with her head low and was unusually quiet. Kovalenko knew why, and also knew that Anna wanted to be alone. “The English pigs!” the Sergeant hissed.
The sun was out and this was a decent road of gravel, but it soon turned into a wide trail of sunlit dirt. They had to hurry up. The enemy wasn’t far behind. The brave camp would soon be encircled and the town of Birsk would be sacked.
Anika’s heart sank. Poor people of Birsk! The Major had refused to warn them in order to avoid a stampede of panic, but some men lived in the country and they had run from the west with the concerning news. The panicking town had walked out in a long column of refugees that the convoy was now overtaking.
She looked at the hundreds upon hundreds of civilians as the people stepped aside and made way for her troop and the trucks. She saw lust in some of the men’s gazes as she rode by. Why didn’t they storm her and her cavalry-girls and drag her down from her horse? They could physically do so and they had the numbers on their side, so they could treat themselves to a feast of gang-fuck at her expense, before witnessing the rape of their wives and daughters. Didn’t they realize they were doomed? They were going way too slow and the Czech Division was going to catch up with them.
The cute-looking Lieutenant was wet where she sat on her saddle as she rode tall and proud by these men who fled with their families. She felt randy as she ran this gang-fuck fantasy under her round kubanka cap of black sheepskin, while feeling their gazes on her. They made her feel like a woman ready to be fucked. She looked stern and proud as she rode past these men, but her tits were a bit swollen under her field shirt.
And after… The enemy cavalry would catch up with these civilians and take their pick among the wives and daughters after making the men helpless, or dead.
The Lieutenant smiled nonetheless. How could she be so selfish at such a time? She had hidden Bill among her own girls by disguising the slightly built boy and giving him a spare horse. Now, they rode under the high sun on the gravel road, the refugees making way for the six trucks aboard which sat nine English nurses, with drivers who felt lucky—Maybe the nurses would feel lonely and would accept being made a pass at? A couple of the drivers even felt as hard as the stick shift as they drove on at 5 mph.
Anna was the first to spot him among the refugees. A British soldier.
She leapt from her horse and ran into his arms. “Dzhonni!”
Anna wrapped her legs around the tall man and covered his face with kisses as he held her with hands cupping her buttocks through her light khaki uniform, while her kubanka hat fell on the road dirt and all noticed that her hair was a perfect match for the black sheepskin. It was a sunny day. For both of them. For the first time, Johnny seriously thought about never leaving Russia and building a new life with Anna. They would have at least seven children!
***
Letter from Captain Ulysses Spalding to his wife Beatrice, given to a nurse upon departure.
It is with a heavy heart that I write you this, my love, but I know where my duty lies. I’m the de facto commander of an outpost in Birsk, a small town in some wretched country about 300 miles west of Yekaterinburg. Something bad has happened. It seems that an entire division of the Czech Legion has mutinied and turned against us. They have killed many of our boys in a small town further west and are now marching on us. The nurses have just been evacuated and we’re going to stall their advance here for as long as we can, buying precious time for the White Army to reorganise further east and keep the front from collapsing entirely.
I love you. Say to Helen, David and Sybil that I love them.
Ulysses.
***
It was nearly noon, the autumn sun shining bright in blue heavens as she was about to order a halt for lunch, when Anika spotted a metallic glow somewhere toward the north-east, in a forested hill where perhaps some guy was chopping wood and the sun had hit his axe. The tranquill landscape of tall pines and hills upon hills was grandiose and carried no sign of war. She stopped and ordered the convoy to stop. Then, high on her horse, the Lieutenant took her binoculars and her heart began to race as she spotted the enemy.
Amid fallen golden leaves where a thicket of tall pines rose under the sky, she spotted him, a horseman wearing a dark khaki uniform on a strangely small horse, the kind you see in the far eastern steppes. Then a second one.
“Blyat’! (Fuck!) They’re cutting us off! We need to fall back and return to the camp!” Anika cursed within earshot of the nearest cavalry-girl as she understood that she had herself fallen a victim of one of her own ruses. An enemy cavalry unit had secretly ridden around Birsk and further east, most likely through the trails down south, to cut off the supply line, taking advantage of the recent rains and the damp forest ground so their horses wouldn’t give rise to a column of dust that would betray their position. How fast they must have been to ride all this distance in a couple of days, through forested hills!
Anika gave the orders in all urgency and the cursing truck drivers began the maneuver to turn back, when rifle shots echoed all around them! Two girls fell off their horses. Tires got hit. Headlights. Smashed side windows and a driver killed beside a screaming nurse, who got out and ran aimlessly. A horse shot under its rider. Dirt smoke and confusion as more shots were fired from all around the convoy and the Cossack cavalry escorting it.
Anika yelled orders to turn back while the cavalry-girls returned fire using their rifles, but they were shooting at an enemy still hidden within the trees. The foremost English driver didn’t understand a word of Anika’s orders and felt confused and nearly all trucks had at least one flat tire. Another driver was shot dead and his blood was splattered all over the screaming nurse who sat beside him and the truck kept its turtle pace until it stopped in a shallow ditch near shrubs. The frantically screaming nurse ducked against the bloody corpse as the windshield was shattered by another bullet impact.
Anika noticed something odd. The enemy kept firing, but no more of her girls fell. Her blood ran a chill down her spine as she realized what this meant.
They had noticed they were women and were sparing them.
They meant to capture them alive. Anika trembled! She instinctively knew they were all around her, and looking forward, she spotted a group of enemy horsemen emerging out of the road’s bend. They were dismounting and aiming their rifles at her and her girls from about 150 yards. A girl aimed her rifle at them and was shot through the head by a sniper. A dust cloud behind the enemy group meant more were coming by the road, now riding openly as they sensed victory. There was no escape forward, the stopped trucks blocked any retreat and the woods were dense on either side of the road, except for a meadow at her left. Her troop was encircled! She could feel the enemy grinning as they saw she was trapped. “No no no no no, this isn’t happening! We’re fucked!” Anika thought, her hands trembling.
“Hold your fire!” Anika shouted. “Hold your fire!” she souted, her thoughts anchored in the need to spare ammunition while her heart raced into a panic.
The place went silent, except for the nurse who kept screaming while pressing herself against the dead driver inside the ditched truck, and crying nurses whose hands shook out of control. In the truck-bed where he lay, Corporal Williams kept his hand on Rose’s thigh, making no effort to comfort the terrified nurse.
Anika knew the enemy would not negotiate. There was no surrendering to them either. All she had left to do was to shoot herself and save her honour and dignity, or order a suicidal charge forward where she and her girls would all get cut down and die like Cossacks in a war novel. Hopefully her girls would also understand and do likewise. As for the English nurses, she doubted they’d have the courage to take their own life.
But did she herself have this courage? She wanted to order the ultimate charge forward where she’d die like a true Cossack, and yet no sound came out of her.
A strong voice was heard in broken Russian… The enemy commander from 150 yards…
“You, encircled! Surrender! Surrender! Weapons, down!”
Looking around her and enjoying the breath-taking landscape of savage pines under blue heavens, Anika pulled out her Nagant revolver and her hand trembled, then it shook out of control and she dropped her gun! She failed! She lacked the courage to take her own life! Even knowing what those men would do to her. Blood was hammering her temples against her round sheepskin hat, and she looked down in defeat, deeply ashamed.
Three or four lone gunshots were heard and as many Cossack girls fell down their horses beside their smoking revolver, the soft sound of their rolling black hats sounding like a sheepskin knell in the sunny dust. Then a volley of rifle shots rang out from all directions, and a bullet gave justice to Rose, a young nurse with auburn hair who sat in a stopped truck where she found that the hand lingering on her thigh belonged to a dead Corporal whose blood had splattered her white Red Cross apron when the stray bullet shattered his skull through the truck’s canvas. A few Cossack girls fell and more shots rang out, before the enemy commander and his officers angrily managed to stop his men from firing more.
Anika sat prostrated on her white horse from the Don country, both hands on the pommel of her saddle, where the unmerciful sun shone bright on her, but her sweat was chill in her back. She knew she was surrounded in an indefensible position. Two more girls found the courage and shot themselves through the head, preferring death to shame.
Nineteen Cossack girls remained, a few of them standing and looking down, in tears, at their wounded or dying horse. Looking down at their dead comrades, each of whom represented more tormentors for the remaining girls. Anna’s long raven hair was easily recognized where her sheepskin hat had fallen and now rested in a pool of blood. Lance Corporal Johnny Armstrong knelt by her, in tears, even dropping his revolver as he shook her. She looked as though she was asleep, but a red hole at her temple and the profusion of blood on the opposite side told him her sleep was eternal. He broke down in tears and kissed the dead girl’s lips. Why is life so absurd?
The surviving girls all threw down their weapons and looked down, trying and failing to make peace with the obvious fate in store for each girl. Annika did likewise and stripped herself of her remaining weapons… her sabre and even her knife, as she spotted Private Bill Holmes holding his thigh where he had been hit by a bullet. She ran to him and helped him sit in the road’s dirt, forgetting the whole situation as she tended his flesh wound. Sergeant Kovalenko was last to drop her rifle and throw down her gun belt and her sabre. She looked down at Anika, then away in shame. Then she started to cry upon seeing so many girls dead in the road dirt.
***
Dozens upon dozens of men came out of their hiding places at the forest’s edge both sides of the road, their rifles pointed at their prisoners and their eyes like shadow slits as they approached. Annika knew they had dismounted when she saw the way they walked and the cavalry sabres at their side. The ones on the road came riding tall on small horses from the Asian steppes. The first impression they made to the surrendering girls was they were Mongols, for they had bronze skin, high cheekbones and cruel eyes. Most of the men were short. All of them grinned, wearing savage smiles that could only belong to brigands happy with their loot. They all wore dark khaki uniforms with red insignias at their collars as they kept approaching, now a group of them reaching the ditch where the truck lay at an angle, and the nurse in it was roughly pulled out of it, and she screamed, surrounded with laughter as short men began to grope her through her blood-stained uniform.
The Cossack girls looked at their comrades who had shot themselves; they looked at them with admiration, because their own lack of courage meant a fate worse than death. Johnny was sobbing out of control over Anna’s body.
The Asian men crowded the road, ululating their victory! Some of them strapped their rifles on their shoulder and frisked the cavalry-girls, enjoying their first touch on soft curves and perky tits through these pale khaki uniforms as they took all remaining knives and other weapons, while grinning and groping Kovalenko and the other girls, failing in their excitement to spot Anika kneeling at Bill’s side, this while the nurses began to scream as the couple of British men trying to defend them got killed while the nurses, shrieking, were being grabbed and pulled off the trucks, and taken to the meadow as the English girls kept protesting and refused to believe this was happening.
Out of pride, each Cossack girl endured the groping without a sound, but a couple of them had tears rolling down their eyes as they felt this enemy touch on them as more soldiers crowded the road and kept ullulating and many of them yelled “Allahu Akbar!” The girls sensed they were hard under their Soviet trousers.
The enemy commander walked straight to Sergeant Kovalenko, who threw a fit of silent rage where two grinning men easily restrained her. He was mistaking her for the troop’s leader and assuming the officer had been shot. He looked terrifying! With a large black moustache, his temples close-shaven and a cruel smile; his far-eastern eyes narrowed as he approached Kovalenko and barked an order in heavily accented Russian: “Take off all your clothes!”
“Take off your clothes and show us your tits!” an officer barked at the prisoners, catching sight of Anika and noticing her grey officer’s shoulder pads where she knelt near a wounded soldier whose uniform looked a browner khaki, different from her paler uniform. On her shoulder pads, the three silver stars and the long bronze stripe marking her as a First Lieutenant shone under the sun and made the Kazakh officer hornier. This girl, a dark blonde still wearing her sheepskin hat, was tending to the wounded man, oblivious of her kneeling beauty, and the officer smiled wide as he recognized her.
“Ahh! The White Witch! At last, we got her!” he grinned in his language from Kazakhstan.
Shrill screams and gunshots were heard from the meadow, where brown-faced cavalry-men began assaulting the nurses and tearing at their uniforms while shooting in the air out of sheer joy. Those brigands wearing the dreaded Bolshevik khaki had overrun the trucks and shot most of the wounded men and two others who had tried to protect the young ladies. They had grabbed the nurses, who had begun to scream and protest as they were pulled from the stopped vehicles by those smiling men with high cheekbones and their narrow eyes filled with savage lust.
A driver had foolishly risen his Webley revolver and had been shot in the back, then twice bayoneted through the neck where he died in the road’s dirt, far from home. Anika was pulled off Bill and crudely seized by the junior officer and other men, who pinched her chin and restrained her tightly, feeling and enjoying how strong she was as they tossed her sheepskin hat and her long hair got loose.
“Not so proud now!” the officer barked in Russian before forced-kissing her!
Under the hate-filled kiss, Anika began to weep, cursing herself for not having shot herself. Now it was too late.
All the surviving men, including Holmes and Armstrong, were crudely stretched down on the roadside, facedown, and tied up with their arms in their back and their ankles just as tied up with silent efficiency while the nurses in the meadow behind them began to scream and wail and protest louder amid growing packs of short Asian men, who all smiled and grinned as they strapped their rifles on their shoulder and joined in the fun of groping and kissing the young British women!
“I’m a British subject! Stop this, no! Nooo!” Agnes Webley shouts as she feels a man’s hand on her bosom for the first time in her life, through her red-cross white apron while other hands run free all over her legs, her waist and her curves at the hips and buttocks. She can tell those men are growing more and more aroused with each passing second!
Agnes can hear her fellow nurses in the very same predicament, but her mind refuses to believe the unthinkable is going to happen. Something somehow is going to happen and she’ll be saved. God would never allow those macaques to take more liberties with her! Like in a well-written novel, something was going to prevent the unthinkable from happening, but their hands grew more insistent where her virgin body kept being defiled by groping through her clean nurse’s outfit, and their laughter and whooping sounds and the rifles fired in the air were all so deafening! Birds flew off the tall pines.
“No! Please! Stop this! Noooo you can’t! God forbids it!” Agnes yelled as she felt very real pair of sun-brown hands violating her dignity through her clothes. One man threw her white veil off and loosened her brown hair while speaking to her in the strangest language she had ever heard.
“Bul sağan qajet bolmaydı, qızım!” he said.
Agnes had no idea what this meant as she felt hands cupping her breasts through her Red Cross apron, while others kept groping her ass and a man stroked her long hair from behind, while one of these macaques kissed her! Through all this confusion where her tits began to swell on their own and she felt them pushing inside her light corset under the push from enemy hands, Agnes deduced that perhaps he had said something about her headdress and her hair now being undone and loose like a street whore’s. She was overwhelmed by the strangeness and the deeply felt humiliation of being touched and kissed by men who were short and looked like Mongols.
They just laughed at her, none of them registering her English protests. Agnes began to shriek and panic as one of them smiled at her and produced a sharp-looking knife, its blade a good eight inches long as he urgently used it to tear her white apron as she squirmed and writhed, but her wrists and her legs were firmly held and Agnes had no choice but to hear the sharp sound of her Red Cross immunity getting torn apart!
Sssssshrrrrrrrip! she heard as her apron got shredded.
“Noooo! Noooo please don’t! DON’T AAAAAAAAAHH NNHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NNNOOO NOT THIS! NOO I’m a British nurse!” Catherine Bullock protested, her dark hair now loose and bright under the high noon sun. She was restrained and encircled by uniformed Mongols who saw how beautiful her figure was and her exotic features made them hard under their dusty trousers. The men ignored the blood splattered on her and her apron and shredded it as well. The white collars of her lavender-blue shirt was caressed by copper hands, a man came from behind and cupped her tits, before they ripped her dress wide open and her scream was silenced by a man forced-kissing her and hurting her neck as he forced her head toward him and kissed her all-out in pure savagery while a cold knife made short work of her supple cotton work corset.
And Catherine was now surrounded by ululating Mongols who fired shots in the air as their leader began sucking her tits while a crowd of hands restrained her while groping her ass and her legs, making her a prisoner of her sucked-tits confusion as she realized in sobbing shame that this was actually happening!
Agnes heard and knew that all her peers were also having their uniforms torn apart by those eastern macaques! And most of those men were just as short as herself! Her humiliation became unfathomable as they made short work of her lavender-blue dress where her apron was still chaotically lingering in white rags with a deformed remnant of its Red Cross. Her disciplined white veil had hit the dust and her long brown hair was loose and attracted a great many hands! She was surrounded and touched everywhere by those men with high cheekbones and grinning slits of shadow for eyes, and she still refused to accept the unthinkable.
Her supple corset was torn apart and Agnes nearly fainted as her high-riding breasts came into view and were directly hit by daylight, the air and their ululating gazes under this bright sun, in broad daylight! Agnes and all nine nurses seemed to dance to a grotesque music of jeers and catcalls as the treasures of their body were groped and kissed and kneaded, and soon sucked, while their regulation blue dresses were ruthlessly torn apart by grinning Asian men, their cocks already stiff down there as they took advantage of the light, supple corsets to urgently strip the young women’s bosoms bare and take their first look at the breasts of an English girl!
“Whoop! whoop whooop whoop whooo!”
“Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!” the Muslim troops shouted at the sight of these light-filled bosoms, and some of them fired more shots in the air while their Sergeants and officers took unfathomable joy in sucking these British tits!
An area in the meadow was chosen as the spot to keep all weapons, under the guard of the bugle boys and the youngest soldiers, boys who would all have to wait their turn, for quite a while, if they wanted a taste of these English young ladies or the Cossack girls. The women would be raped by order of rank as per the antique unwritten laws of war. Agnes saw this and understood they had done this before.
Once it was ascertained that the male prisoners were securely stretched down and tied up near the road, some of the Kazakh soldiers stripped themselves naked, and the English nurses saw their thin muscular physiques of golden copper hues under the bright sun. Rose’s and Judith’s blue eyes naturally fell on their erections and they screamed in a weird mix of terror and arousal as they both were having their bodies defiled by a pressing forest of hands and jeers.
Agnes felt their erections through the urgency of their hands, their Mongol-like faces buried between and upon her breasts, like bees attracted to honey, and they pressed their hands and faces upon her bared buttocks as she realized she was standing naked amid them! Even her shoes and socks were gone! And men were kissing her feet and caressing her legs where she stood naked on the grass in their horny midst!
She shrieked! “Nnooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Her mind unable to take too many unthinkables at once. One man kissed her intimate dark bush of hair and she felt all weird and sweating in their arms, panting and forced-kissed again while she experienced the encounter between his Asian tongue and her intimacy where only a proper British marriage was supposed to go.
“Nooo! Noo please stop this, NOOOOOOOOO AAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA RRRRHAAA AAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!”
Most of the other nurses were screaming too and their will to resist was broken when they saw the head nurse being also ill-treated, while Judith had been fully stripped naked by the horde of macaques!
Their roaring cry of victory from when they had torn her dress open and freed her tits from her corset was still ringing in Judith’s head as the troops now held the nude blonde girl bent over and a first man was already inside her, holding the crease of her hips while she was held by the wrists and forced to remain in this sensual ninety degree position where her English-white butt was being urgently buffeted in barbaric regularity as the short grinning man raped her where she stood amid the discarded rags of what used to be her nurse’s uniform. He lost a great deal of frothing slobber as he hammered the English girl, his dark eyes lost in absolute pleasure where the sun shone on Judith’s white slabs of buttocks!
The man smiled where his high cheekbones were kissed by the sun as he looked down upon the fascinating vastness of her pale curves, now holding her lithe waist and feeling his erection push inside her defiled pussy! He was fucking an English nurse! This forty-something Sergeant remembered how fun it had been to cut off the suspenders of her apron and drop it nicely where he only had to tear her dress-top open and send her buttons flying down as he enjoyed the anticipation before using his blade with skill and experience to cut off the heavy cotton of her light corset and free her maiden’s breasts, before enjoying his rank’s privilege to suck them with glee! He had loved the sound of her voice and her whimpering protests when he tasted her rose buds and felt the tenderness of these rosy nipples in his mouth and under his pressing hands. His erection had gone painfully stiff upon being hit by this impossible access to England’s most sensual side. By Allah! This girl smelled so good!
He loved her rosy nipples! And he had loved it even more when his men enjoyed the unthinkable pleasure of undressing this young nurse all the way when they uncovered her curves, a pair of buns whose repeated flattening he now enjoyed against him while mounting her like a breeding stallion! The secrets of her skin defiled by the hands and the sun. Her lovely feet gracing this God-forsaken, Allah-blessed grass in this meadow where British nurses were now being gang-raped by Kazakh horsemen!
Judith whimpered under this long-lasting invasion, sobbing as she felt the man’s hands around her waist. Her only comfort lay in the fact she had already given her virginity the night before, to the handsome dashing Major.
Now the lass was no longer a tall dignified figure wearing a uniform and a light veil that carried remnants of nunnery. Her golden hair was loose and hanging where she cried and begged them to stop, her wrists now held tight by her rapist who was using her arms like straight reins as he grinned from his sweating face, the brown of his hands highlighting England’s defeat where Judith’s wrists were utterly raped and dominated. The enemy horseman from Kazakhstan looked high up above at the blue heavens and he screamed a strangled weird sound as he blissfully ejaculated inside the British nurse!
“AaaaRRRRHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDLL aaaaaaaaaaa!”
Another Sergeant immediately showed up and renewed Judith’s ordeal. And this gang-rape by order of rank made her learn what it felt like to be fucked by older men, while handsome young men held her bent over while groping her body, their touch fuelling her confusion as her blue eyes fell on them and Judith Baker realized that several of these boys were naked. They had the rugged thin physiques of soldiers used to long marches, with copper skin reminding her of their eastern roots, although a couple of them had pale skin. Who were these eastern brigands who now masturbated around her?
“Allahu Akbar!” the Muslim men yelled as they enjoyed the show where an English girl kept having her butt flattened against a Sergeant twice her age.
Agnes was laid down on the grass, near the ditch where a truck was at an angle with a dead driver inside. The screaming nurse was held by her four limbs, naked, her legs well spread out as someone fingered her and she heard them laughing. She was wet and they knew it now. The man holding her right wrists said something unintelligible to her while another man crushed her, more under the certainty of her rape than under his own weight. He wasn’t all that heavy, but he had strong hands, where he cupped her breasts, skin on skin and she felt they were swelling as her body decided to surrender and try to roll with the wave and protect her from too much pain by making her experience physical pleasure against her will. Her thoughts exploded into unknown shards, like a broken mirror, as her nipples felt the pressure of his hands, gently pinched by his fingers! The wall of jeers and catcalls around her was deafening!
The penetration occurred, before she realized it, he was pounding her in all urgency, breathing in her face where he now propped himself up on his arms so he could look in her eyes and at her jiggling breasts as he raped her.
Agnes was gently shaken in her deflowering under the foreign soldier and his sweaty uniform where she confusedly spotted the Soviet red squares on his collar that marked him as a Captain. His grunts carried an intense sense of victory for him, of defeat for her. Part of her told her it was about time that she knew what a man feels like. She had graduated last spring when she turned twenty-four, and she could tell this man was positively in awe at the sight of her and she sensed how satisfying his final burst was as she took his sperm deep inside and grew worried about the risk of pregnancy.
The man then kissed her with a tenderness that shocked her, before a new man, this one a Lieutenant, was upon her. This one was older and spoke to her using the tone of a master speaking to a slave. He kissed her and licked her face all over, and then he penetrated her. Agnes felt his girth. Thicker than the first man. As he lost his cap amid his honest efforts inside her, Agnes saw he was balding and noticed that his dark hair showed streaks of silver at his temple. He was so repulsive! Yes, God was allowing this to happen! Now that she knew how old he was, she realized or decided that he smelled really bad. She hated this and cursed at him! Spat in his face, but he laughed and kept on licking her face while intensifying the urgent rape inside her.
Agnes cried and wailed as the bosom-to-bosom encounter went on, until the full-cheeked man of sunny bronze skin uttered a series of victorious moans and then finally shouted “ALLAHU AK-BAR!” He shouted this in her well-licked face as his ropes of semen found a comfortable abode inside the girl from Piccadilly in London.
Agnes lost her mind and screamed, NOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOO OOOO AAAAAAAAAAA RRRRHAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
The old officer promoted from the ranks was there to lick the rolling tears off her pretty face while trying to comfort her with a fatherly voice in a language she hated and wanted nothing to do with. She kept wailing and screaming.
After the man heavily freed her from his thick-set person, a third man quickly laid down on her as she realized she was being gang-raped by a whole dozen of men! And so were her fellow nurses. Nine English nurses raped by over a hundred enemy soldiers, if not two hundred, in this crowded meadow where rider-less horses grazed while chasing off flies with their tails, all this bucolic scene overlooked by grandiose pines.
***
Earlier on, Anika had been busy being grabbed by the shoulders and shaken by the enemy commander, a Lt. Colonel of forty-odd years of age wearing three red squares on his dark khaki collar. This middle-aged, but athletic-looking Colonel took immense pleasure in shaking her like a shrub in a blowing hurricane, and yes, slapping her again and again, while his men were urgently undressing the Ukrainian cavalry-girls, who had kept refusing to disrobe so the men did it for them!
Some of the girls quietly let them, but others tried to fiercely resist amid the enemy’s laughter as the men made fun of their pathetic attempts while groping them and restraining their wrists where they could only close their fists in tight white-knuckle rage! Their squirming and writhing only made their curves more attractive under these pale khaki uniforms that would soon be ripped off! The troops laughed, their stiff cocks forming small tents on their trousers as they enjoyed their screams and their powerless swearing! And the sunny grace of their long hair that ranged from pale blonde to raven black.
The Cossack uniforms were urgently torn and the black sheepskin hats rolled on the road dirt as Ukrainian pairs of tits were mercilessly uncovered amid loud cheers and whooping catcalls from the Muslim Kazakhs! The men took unfathomable joy in pulling their boots and their trousers down their legs to reveal the sensual splendour that had been there all along under these uniforms, as now their loyalty to the Czar was punished by the cruel exposure of their intimacy in broad daylight as their collective undressing spilled into the sunny meadow.
Most of the girls took the collective undressing in proud silence, like Darina, whose breasts caused painful erections among the enemy ranks when her bosom was uncovered in its full beauty under the sun, where her light-brown nipples became available for enemy kisses, where her long dark hair sharply contrasted against her skin. Johnny Armstrong’s eyes fell on her, through his tears, and he realized how much she looked like the late Anna.
The girls weren’t wearing any underwear, and the Kazakhs went nuts as they promptly stripped all nineteen of them naked! With enough style and taste to remove their boots so they could rub their cocks against some white-girl feet.
Sergeant Kovalenko was forced to kneel down, the enemy taking full delight in enjoying her naked curves and her sensual legs as the athletic girl had been stripped of her rank and uniform and was now held in place, down on her knees, where a slew of men slapped her face using their cocks! They knew her by reputation, had been dreaming of this moment for long months as the white-witch squadron always seemed to attack them out of nowhere, always eluded their attempts at capturing them. Until now!
Now they were getting fucked! None of the men would forget the moment of pure magic where they forcibly stripped Kovalenko out of her Czarist uniform and found themselves face to bosom with her free-moving tits and took a look at her cunt before forcing her down on her knees. One of them was so aroused that he soon came all over her face! And she received this pudding of shame amid whooping shouts and men yelling “Allahu Akbar!”
Anika got slapped around by the enemy commander and her sunny dark blonde hair was deployed over her shoulders in a cascade of scent-filled sensuality. Private Bill Holmes saw this from where he lay on his stomach, all his limbs tied up. There was nothing he could do. He cried in shame! He felt a strong erection take life under him as he witnessed Anika’s brutal undressing where the enemy commander amid his men, smiling like a madman, tore her field shirt open using his mad strength! Anika’s bosom came into plain view and fed the commander’s lust where the grinning men around her took their first look at the enemy officer’s topless beauty. Anika’s tits looked even better than they had imagined in their fantasies about her! Wow!
“Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!” the Kazakhs yelled as they either restrained her and stole scent from her swaying hair where she cried or shook her head, or began to masturbate, displaying their cocks full of promise for the rest of her.
The enemy commander had pushed a loud roar of satisfaction when he personally freed Anika’s breasts and had gone horse-hard upon learning she had strong areolas of an intense rose that bordered on light-brown and made her skin look so bright and inviting! Anika was gorgeous! (Image 2)
The taller commander plunged onto Anika’s sensuality and she felt a weird tingling sensation down there as he brutally cupped her breasts and began to knead them! And suck and slobber her nipples while grunting like a lunatic! At last! At last he had caught her! The White Witch! She squealed! He loved this and pinched a nipple hard. She shrieked! He loved this even more. He painfully pressed her tits, enjoying the singing sounds of her cries, then suddenly released them and looked at her shocked expression as she then looked down in defeat!
At last! He was going to be able to fuck the White Witch and her girls! All of them! Raped countless times each! All day and all night long!
“The day of victory is ours! These girls belong to all of us!” the officer bellowed in Kazakh. And then…
He sucked Anika’s tits and enjoyed her squealing and her squirming where she kept attempting to kick him with the boots she was still wearing, but his men held her tightly while free-running their hands everywhere on her, especially her butt. She felt her defeat in the form of enemy hands insisting on her bottom firmness through her trousers, which they had kept on so they could enjoy the anticipation longer. They took their time and enjoyed the anticipation like connoisseurs.
Anika sensed this and was further mortified by their unforeseen display of refinement. It was so humiliating! She began to sob and proudly resisted the urge to beg them to stop as she felt the brush from the enemy Colonel’s solid dark moustache where he licked and slobbered this soft body-part of hers that usually rode high and proud under her Cossack uniform, now gone in shreds where the remnants of her field shirt lay in the road dirt, along with the grey shoulder boards of her useless rank, all of it trampled by the laughing enemy while her tits got punished and sucked and pressured by their happy commander. So mortifying! She had expected a crude, urgent gang-rape, but they were surprising her and this made her defeat even more painful!
Alikhan enjoyed his privilege of being a Lt. Colonel and the leader of the 356-strong scout and vanguard force of his regiment that had pushed far behind the enemy’s position. What a victory! To-morrow he had a bridge to blow up, but that was for to-morrow. Anika and her tits were for to-day! He brushed his brigand’s moustache on Anika’s soft skin near her nipple before softly stroking this sensual apex with his rugged fingers.
Lt. Colonel Alikhan gleefully relived the sweet moment when he had first seen Anika in tears after he ripped her field shirt open and slapped her thrice and shook her violently by the shoulders in the process. The White Witch was topless in front of him, lips trembling and bloody from his slaps as her pride still blocked any reflex to beg for mercy.
“No mercy, White Witch!” Alikhan said in bad Russian as he pulled her hair and forced-kissed her while other Kazakh men pulled her trousers down and “inspected her for hidden weapons” by intensely looking at her cunt where a triangle of medium brown hair matching her eyebrows seemed to dance amid her squirming curves where her skin was in full sunny display while the rugged troops ran their callused hands all over her exposed skin, where they learned she had a taut butt while they ran their hands along her slender legs and her hip curves, and freed her feet from her cavalry boots and her socks hit the dust, and they kissed her feet, and she felt a surge of unstoppable sensuality within her from so many male hands and kisses on her everywhere at once, and one of them began to finger her pussy while their commander kept savagely kissing her while holding her tight.
“Aq sïqırşı qız!” a junior officer exclaimed in Kazakh before translating his words in Russian for her to hear. “The White Witch!” This young officer had lost his best friend in an ambush at the hands of these Ukrainian cavalry-girls. His cock under his trousers was filled with a stiff desire for revenge!
“Aq sïqırşı!” ” Aq sïqırşı!!!” two men repeated while the Colonel kept giving Anika a passionate kiss, loaded with hate as he squeezed one of her breasts and made her wince in pain as she kept feeling all those hands on her bare buttocks, and now fingers inside her.
“We got her! Yeaaahhh!”
“Can’t wait to be inside her! Big load coming!”
“She’s so beautiful naked under the sun! Wwooo hoooo!”
“I love your legs and feet, Lieutenant!” one man said, this time in crude Russian so she heard him. Anika had no idea that the day would come when an enemy would praise her feet. She felt more defenseless than ever as her tits were once again eaten by the moustached commander and the press of Kazakhs, whom she mistook for Kirghiz men, shrouded her in their collective touch, even licking the dirt off her feet where she stood in the sandy road.
“I’m so hard I’m gonna make her feel it!”
“Allahu Akbar! We’re all going to fuck her!”
***
Corporal Zildana had been pulled off her horse, then promptly relieved from all her weapons as men confiscated her sabre and her Nagant revolver as a war prize, while others dragged her in the road’s dirt and pulled her trousers down as they kept dragging her face down into the meadow while she lost her sheepskin hat. Zildana’s warm brown hair got as loose as a prostitute’s under the high noon sun, while she felt their gazes on her naked butt, and then they turned her around and enjoyed her terrified scream as they pinned her down and tore her field shirt open and the pale khaki became shredded curtains showcasing the paler bounty of her panicked breasts, which were immediately cupped and pressed by Kazakh hands as she squirmed and squealed and the men already formed a line-up while others kept her pinned while licking her face, kneading her breasts and jeering at her while promising her the gang-fuck of her life!
A squat Major, the second-in-command, was already on top of her, yelling at her, his copper face dominating hers as he pinched her chin hard and spoke angrily in his language that she thought was Kirghiz, according to a common mistake. Then the middle-aged Major sucked her tits and bit them for the fun of hearing her scream, while another man was already showing her his typical Kazakh cock — light brown, not very long, but brutally thick, with sunlit veins she would never be able to un-see.
The Major took a nice look at Corporal Zildana’s intimate triangle of dark hair as he ragingly pulled her trousers further down, and then pulled at her cavalry boots so hard she yelped when their lowering hit her ankles, and he pulled! And screamed, “Kek!” “Revenge!” as he bared her feet and threw her discarded trousers away, before standing on his knees between her legs, where he proudly masturbated while the others held her spread-eagled, some restraining her, others masturbating and showing the implement she was soon going to feel inside her!
Major Omar revelled in Zildana’s screams as he lowered himself upon her and she realized this was it! Cheered on by a dozen men, Omar laid down on top of her, losing his cap and showing his thinning hair as he speared his throbbing cock hard inside her, causing the Ukrainian beauty to shriek in pain as the Muslim man yelled “Allahu Akbar!”
“Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!” the gone-wild Major repeated as he began to pound Zildana, burying her twisted-face in shame under more “Allahu Akbar” yells as he felt himself growing even harder and stiffer where the rape was getting even more brutal as he Allahu Akbar-ed her deep and hard, enjoying the sense of revenge as he watched the bitter expression in her pretty face along with the out-of-hand jiggling of her tits!
Zildana was even more horrified when she realized he was old enough to be her father if not her grandfather. Shaken under this old pig, she saw naked young men masturbating while smiling at her and found it disturbing to know they were also going to rape her while she’d normally accept some of them as lovers.
Making her shaken tits obey to the repeated commands of his grunting thrusts and his Allahu Akbar yells, the fifty-something Major enjoyed the full-blown sense of elation from raping a white girl as the white-hot surge of his victory caused him to surrender and he screamed in her face!
“AAAAAAAAAA ALLAHU AKBARRRRRRRRRRR NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!”
The thick-set Major remained there, panting and licking her crying face as he mixed his sweat with hers, as his mind failed to register the monster ejaculation he had just experienced inside this gorgeous girl who couldn’t be any older than twenty.
Then the men helped him back on his feet and a thin Corporal had her flipped over and Zildana was kindly persuaded to get on all fours, held there firmly by Muslim Kazakhs as the slender Corporal, this one having light skin and a handsome face out of a girl’s dreams, put his hands on Zildana’s pale curves and gently pushed his mad cock inside her, forcing whimpers out of her while she got face-slapped by Kazakh cocks from kneeling men in front of her, where the wailing girl was restrained in this lovely bitch attitude and her ears were raped by “Allahu Akbar” yells while the nice-looking Corporal, his dark khaki trousers down, kept thrusting himself in regular pushes where her ass met his lap in repeat collisions. He was raping her like a dog doing a bitch.
Anika soon learned that hound-style was the Kirghiz men’s favourite sex position. Once the enemy commander had thoroughly kissed and licked her stripped-naked body, taking a special interest to the act of kissing her cunt, once he had fingered her very painfully and forced her into a litany of sobbing and pain cries, the Colonel had her put on all fours where he ceremoniously produced his light-brown cock and savagely entered her!
With a loud “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRHH!” of unrestrained victory as he instantly pre-jismed inside her.
He raped Anika with a profound sense of joy-filled revenge, using his cock like a tool of punishment while enjoying the protruding beauty of her curves as she now took the barrage of shame on her knees and elbows, her face on the road’s dirt, her cheek skidding on it with each new thrust as the legion of crazy hands kept touching her wherever they could, most men trying for her legs while one ugly man told her sweet words in Kazakh while tenderly holding her wrists together in front of her dirt-sliding face. She bitterly cried and regretted not having shot herself.
“Aaah aaah aaah aaaahh yeah! At last! The White Witch! Aaaahh aah yeah! Good fuck! Aaaaahrrr… Ah yes! Ah yesss! So fucking Allahu Akbar good fuck! Aaaahh yeah!” the Mongol-looking commander went on as he enjoyed everything about her, from the way the sun played with her hair to the sinking of his fingers into her buttocks, but most of all… Her conquered pussy!
For long months he had been dreaming of this! To rape her! To hear her whimpers, her lamentations! To make her kiss the dirt! She and her unit had killed at least twenty-five of his men. But now! Now!
He went in all-out frenzy where the paleness of her butt curves got blurred with his own Asian tan as he pounded her as hard and deep and fast as he humanly could! And she began to moan!
“She’s enjoying it! The whore!” one Kazakh exclaimed.
“This is Allah’s will!” another added. But most of the pack watched the scene in silence, enthralled by the strangeness of it all. She was indeed moaning loud and hard, her face still buried into the dust while her high-pitched sounds reached the sky and her butt kept meeting the enemy commander in a blur of fury and revenge!
The enemy commander was overwhelmed with joy as he felt Allah’s delight so near! “Aah yess! Yes yes yes! Take this, bitch! Bitch! Bitch to fuck and now fucked and screwed! Yeah yeah yeah aaaahhh yeah it’s coming! THE WHITE WITCH AAAH YEAAAHHH!!!”
Lt. Colonel Alikhan stood tall on his knees, and with his hands pressed hard into Anika’s buttocks, he gave her one final thrust as he looked up at the sky and screamed like a banshee and erupted inside her! with hot bolts of pent-up rage and revenge!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHRRRR–dhgghaaaayeahh!!!”
His legs gave out under him… and panting, Alikhan found himself with his face pressed upon Anika’s butt, and she felt the brush of his moustache there as he licked and kissed and worshiped her skin and thanked Allah for this, and with a sense of unfathomable satisfaction, he cupped both buttocks in his hands while pressing his face hard into her flesh and he slobbered all of it with his tongue… What a sweet victory to feel her sobbing humiliation through her intimate flesh where she used to sit on her saddle as she rode high and proud in her uniform. Not so proud now that she was nude and getting her butt kissed and brushed by a Muslim moustache! He licked her butt on and on as the men understood the vastness of his victory and waited in silence while masturbating.
“The price of defeat is high, White Witch!” he told Anika in Russian.
Colonel Alikhan finally got back up on his feet and proceeded to watch his own men take their pleasure inside the White Witch.
Never will he forget this close kissing view on Anika’s white buns. It was as if he had kissed the whole of conquered Ukraine! On this sunny day of victory against the czarist White Army.
The nightmare was absolute for Anika!
They kept her there, her face in the dust, her knees on the grass as they gang-raped her on the edge of the road where it met the meadow, they kept holding her by the hair, forcing her to look at them while her butt remained kissed by the sun, between a long succession of Kirghiz hands as her darkest, secret-most fantasy unfolded in broad daylight! They made her feel their well-girthed cocks deep and hard! Forced her to moan like a bitch!
An officer had knelt down behind her with his eager cock. He had a hammering style that gave Anika something to remember, forced to moan in far-reaching cries as her young body reacted and protected her pussy with juices. A tidal wave of reflex pleasure swept her and made her beg them to please stop as the enemy heard her most intimate sounds. And she died out of sheer humiliation! Her own body shivered and exploded with a forced orgasm just when the Lieutenant, young and handsome, burst inside her with the possibility of a light-brown baby.
A long line-up of cavalrymen had formed, from the Lieutenants and Sergeants down to the Corporals and the rank-and-file, each one of them fulfilling his sense of revenge with repeated strokes against her butt curves where their cocks were weaponized! Now! Now they knew that her body strongly reacted to getting pounded hard. Anika moaned and begged them to please please stop, under a barrage of brown cocks from Muslims who kept shouting “Allahu Akbar!”
And the naked officer was forced to answer with her endless litany of sharp moaning cries as she was also raped from within by an army of evil forces of her own. They kept grabbing her hair and asking her in Russian how much she was enjoying this.
“Allahu Akbar!” that same shout rang on and on in Darina’s head, whose sole comfort was to see Anika her commanding officer in the same predicament as her. Face down into the dirt, restrained and forced to take each man on her knees and elbows. Darina endured the repeated rapes, closing her eyes and trying to un-see the horror of their brutal love and revenge.
Darina kept re-living her initial grabbing and undressing while she received one load after another, and sometimes a Muslim kiss on her Christian butt. She would never forget the way they grunted when they tore her shirt open and cupped her tits, even commenting on them in Russian for her to hear. Their refinement in going slow and taking turns in sucking her tits had proved disturbing. They had touched and kissed her everywhere while stripping her out of her uniform, and she knew they had noticed how strongly her breasts reacted to their touch, and how sensitive her bare feet were. And they kept running their fingers in her dark hair. They liked her hair.
Her current rapist was a heavy-set man in his mid-forties, a Master Sergeant or Feldvebel, old enough to be her father, and her body reacted strongly to his heaviness and she even found arousal in his foul smell, because it was gross, and she had no choice but to moan like a vestal raped by a barbarian chieftain as he grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms hard and kept on raping her in some sort of unrestrained trance! He was pulling her arms for added leverage while her knees felt the road’s dirt and her cheek no longer felt it as she screamed and begged for mercy! Her buttocks forced into repeat flattening against his brutality.
Darina’s eyes suddenly met Armstrong, where the British Lance Corporal lay down on his stomach and witnessed her gang-rape. Darina remembered her twin-like resemblance with Anna, and knew how much this man loved the dead girl. She sobbed in grief and sorrow while her body forced louder moans out of her under the relentless thrusts from the man’s battering ram. Moans that soon turned into one long litany of groans as the older man’s cock and the arm-pulling and his hands holding her wrists worked their brutal magic and forced her cunt to the boiling point, just as the middle-aged Feldvebel sounded like a shot man and spewed a young man’s load that got mixed with her simmering juices inside her.
***
The Kazakh victory was complete! The Ukrainians had been surrounded and forced to surrender. The victors had got a nice bonus in the form of nine British nurses. The jackpot for an even better fuck party.
The nurses had protested in a language no Kazakh understood. The tone of the young women’s voice had been indignant, even annoyed, but then, the horror hit their expanding eyes as knives were pulled out and their civilized aprons with the Red Cross got massacred! They were so pretty in their blue dresses! Tearing them open while restraining their wrists was so much fun! The Kazakh men could see these English women were shocked to be treated like this.
The men found these white girls so pretty that they even braved the taboo and kissed them publicly! Kissing a girl in public was unheard of in Kazakhstan, as it was just as intimate as sex. So they took a turn in kissing the nurses whenever they had the chance. They found the girls unreal! How pretty they were! How lovely they smelled with their long hair loose!
Some of the nurses were protesting loud and were shaken and gently slapped to bring them down to a more obedient disposition. These girls were positively shocked to be forcibly kissed and groped by eastern men, most of whom barely exceeded two inches above their typical English-girl 5 feet 2 of height.
“Nooo! Noooo! Nhhaa ooooo!!!” the English nurses kept screaming as they were forced-kissed by the press of horny Kazakhs, who then urgently stripped them naked out of their torn blue dresses while the ruined red-cross aprons lay on the grass like the torn white flags of a defeated nation, and those men kept yelling “Allahu Akbar!” as they uncovered United Kingdom’s softest side, and the men went nuts as they realized they were actually going to fuck these girls, who looked so exotic in their foreign beauty and whose pale tits got them so hard it was unbelievable! Whose bare feet got some men even harder as they kindly relieved them of their field shoes and their long socks! None of them was supposed to see the nurses in the nude, let alone fuck them.
Judith had golden hair that they kept touching like slobbering maniacs as they ripped her dress off! They rushed her undressing and uncovered her light-filled youth within seconds! Cutting the screaming girl’s corset with a blade and morphing the young nurse into a naked maiden showing her white tits and her sunlit nipples as they began kissing her everywhere, rubbing their baboon cocks on her where their hot grunts told her what was in store for her.
Louise Simpson, another blonde who looked a bit like Judith, just a couple of years older, seemed to be paid to put a display of girly legs and feet as she was laid down on the road dirt next to a truck with bullet hits on its khaki side door with one blown tire. They had carried her back on the road after feeling the meadow had grown a bit overcrowded.
The young British girl kept screaming and begging and sobbing, but she was pinned down and the first man upon her briefly fingered her pussy before taking her legs-up, fucking her like a madman and looking into her shocked face as the English maiden lost her virginity where her long golden hair mingled with Ural dirt and she felt her feet hit by the breeze where the man’s shoulders kept them pointing straight up as he kept ravishing her with her legs up, pinned under him as their eyes met and he grinned at her as he further exerted himself, deflowering her as if his life depended on how deep and hard he went. Louise learned how brutal a rape could be; the moral pain was the worst.
“Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! …” was all she heard in what felt like an eternity as she closed her eyes and prayed and asked for God’s forgiveness while the Muslim mad dog kept pounding her until he soon gave her her first load ever, sounding like a sick camel as he did so.
Many more men took their turns inside a twenty-six years old nurse with dark hair by the name of Catherine, all wishing to try out this new position. Fucking a girl with her legs up was little known in the eastern parts they came from. And Catherine Bullock was given all the time in the world to learn what it feels like to be gang-raped with her legs up and pinned under a vociferating Muslim man who kept barking “Allahu Akbar!” as she felt the humiliation of being Eve-nude under each one of these animals. Catherine soon lost count of how many of them had paid her a visit. She didn’t even know what language they spoke. But she knew well what their cocks felt like inside her.
The other nurses were subjected to the usual fare—Raped on their hands and knees, and soon on their elbows with their face down in the grass and their all-white butt in the air! They suffered a hellish session of thick cocks that forced pleasure out of half of them as each one of these savages enjoyed his war tribute while thanking Allah for this soft part of paradise in the middle of chaos!
Each nurse would always remember the brutality of their grunting and their unstoppable cocks. Many of them would undergo the supreme humiliation of moaning like tramps under the barrage from these Allahu Akbar men and their well-girthed cocks. Those men were strong and without shame. They felt proud to be raping white girls. Indeed, they all felt it was their holy duty to give Muslim semen to these white Christian girls, and so they did, feeling justified to commit the war crime, a crime that filled their head with wild elation as they knew who they were—British nurses that they urgently stuffed with Kazakh sperm!
Most of the men screamed like frenzied maniacs when they blissfully burst inside their white pussy!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
“ALLAAAAAAHU AKBAAAAAAR!!!”
Birds had long flew away in fright as the afternoon orgy went on.
More Kazakhs braved the taboo again and treated themselves to a session of tight kisses and breasts sucking with Catherine, Judith, Rose or another one of these fine young ladies, convinced that the girls were secretly enjoying this, and perhaps the ones who protested the loudest were the ones who were really loving it.
Some of the men greatly enjoyed fucking the nurses deep in their ass and making their chimney more in line with the true Muslim faith. They also did this to the Ukrainian cavalry-girls, but this was for revenge and punishment. With the English nurses, anal sex was used for pleasure and only for pleasure. These British nurses were so delightfully tight! It was a joy to push their shit up for Islam and the Soviet rule while enjoying the erotic vastness of their English bottoms.
More cries of despair, more shrieks of pain echoed against the tall pines, more yells and more victorious grunts and groans were heard as the nurses had their rectum properly distended where they took their ordeal on their knees and elbows like the Christian bitches the troops saw in them, where their naked bodies fed surging erections. And loads of semen were thus kindly introduced to their British shit.
***
The pleasure and the sense of elation were so strong that most of the 356 men who mass-raped the nurses and the nineteen surviving Ukrainians enjoyed a second erection, and even a third or fourth one in the case of the younger gentlemen, who quickly learned that the British girls strongly reacted to the sight of a young Kazakh’s rugged thin body when they stripped themselves naked to show Judith and the others what they had to offer.
Judith Baker was found to be so beautiful and so exotic with her long golden hair that the Kazakhs thoroughly explored her body using their hands, mouths and tongues. They were especially fascinated by the rosiness of her nipples against her pure-white skin, the baby softness of her breasts and where she sat, and the way her butt cheeks looked blinding white under the sun, this and the rosiness of her delicate face blushed by shame. She kept crying where her mind had shut down under too many boundaries being crushed at once. Her bruised body had been raped many times, but this didn’t seem to be enough for them.
One short, strongly built Sergeant kept rubbing his inflating cock on her feet, telling the others, in a crude language, that he loved to see her small English feet dirty with Ural earth, and today was a nice weather to fuck England’s girls.
Judith had no idea of whatever he was saying, only guessing it had something to do with her having dainty feet, and this cock-rubbing on her free-breathing feet felt so incredibly weird! He kept rubbing his thing so tenderly on them, and he was the enemy! She stayed silent and closed her eyes in shame when a whole bunch of them lifted her up and kept her spread-eagled and floating amid their jeers and their laughter, where they held her by the wrists and ankles, always caressing her, as a taller Captain with paler skin stood between her legs and smiled as he pushed himself inside her wet and sperm-filled pussy.
He didn’t mind sloppy seconds because this was a true white girl from England! Her pussy hair matched her pale hair and her perky tits were in full display for all to see. Crushed by shame, Judith braced for the upcoming penetration, feeling her breasts swollen under their hands as they kept devouring her with their lust-filled gazes while giving her more shouts and jeers. “Allahu Akbar!”
“Nauryzbai Batyr!!!” the Captain, or batyr (warrior leader) in Kazakh, shouted as he charged inside Judith and began to pound her like there was no tomorrow amid the close circle of men, many of whom kept shouting “Allahu Akbar!” as they either held her or watched and masturbated while their squadron’s batyr kept pounding the naked blonde and gave her their clan’s honour treatment. Nauryzbai was an 18th-century warlord and champion fighter from their clan, hailing from somewhere deep in the Kazakh steppes, and now Judith had a Kazakh deep inside her as her young body strongly reacted to the savage aggression and the legion of gazes that kept complimenting the graceful dance of her breasts whose nipples looked at and danced for the bright afternoon sun. Another batyr watched and said it was a beautiful rape.
“No! Nnaaaooo! Noo!” Judith hollered amid her panting whimpers, trying to stop her own body from further shaming her, but it was no use! The tall man inside her had removed his shirt and she saw how lean and well-muscled he was, his skin like a sensual caramel out of her Arabian dreams, and his face and black hair were so handsome that her nightmare sometimes flickered in a checkered dream where darkness was made darker against shards of light from the broken mirror of her fantasies, and her body exploded amid the Kazakhs!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA nnooooooo please stop this! Nnaaa AAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAA AAA Fuck FUck Fuck fuck!!!”
They all laughed upon hearing the English nurse as she utterly surrendered and moaned loud at the blue sky, as the long-lasting Captain kept punishing her, on and on, with his well-girthed cock, using it to give this beautiful foreigner the law of the steppe. Judith’s head was aching from so much bobbing as she remained all sweating and submitted to the perpetual shaking of her body while held and floating amid the vociferating men, who even sounded roughly affectionate when they called her a “suka” or whore/bitch in Russian.
The batyr finally passed his edge, holding her waist with dominance, hypnotized by her blonde cunt as he groaned and got lost in the soft sunny pale dance of her ever-dancing tits, and the way her rose nipples were made so delightfully cream-pale under the sun! He said she was a good fuck before screaming like a damned soul as he filled her with his yak pudding.
“UUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNGGHH…”
The other batyr was already there. With a sharp order, he had Judith moved to a bent over position where he enjoyed a commanding view on the superbly pale loaves of her butt and the beauty of her short legs, which made him even harder as the sense of elation overwhelmed him!
Judith began to protest, but all these hands defiling her showed her it was no use, and she was silenced by the pungent-tasting cock of a man who savagely pinched her jaw and then he began raping her mouth while shouting “Allahu Akbar!”
Then the new batyr penetrated her from behind and took possession of her hips while absolutely enjoying the renewed collisions with her English flesh as the naked nurse was kept bent over and double fucked amid the steppe savages shouting their clan’s war cry and their cry of faith. “Nauryzbai Batyr!” “Allahu Akbar!”
Judith was so beautiful in her dog-style position, her dainty feet planted in this Ural grass with the batyr holding the proverbial crease of her hips while grunting inside her… so beautiful and exotic that more warriors rushed around her and began to eagerly masturbate in their impatience to partake and buck this sweet English blonde like a rutting yak.
“Allaaahu Akkhh-bar! Aallaaa-hu akh-bar!!!” the batyr raping her yelled and yelled again, his voice caressing the pristine curves of Judith’s heart-shaped butt as the Christian girl was silenced by a warrior fucking her face!
Judith Baker struggled to breathe, her nose a prisoner of their horse smell and the ill-stench from this cock she was forced to taste, while the batyr kept his commanding grip in the crease of her hips and banged her in a sincere effort to surpass the first batyr in terms of unrestrained brutality. He was hypnotized by the urgent collisions with her bottom. While twenty-plus men, half of whom were stark naked, were waiting for their turn to rape her.
“Fuck! I’m fucked and bloody well fucked!” Judith thought as her cunt once more exploded in shivering fires that fed her whole trembling body with sensual heat and she felt raped in her soul as a flashing something within her secretly wished this would never stop. She moaned against the throbbing cock raping her mouth, felt it against her tongue and palate and remembered that she was a well-bred English nurse being gang-raped by some Asian brigands wearing uniforms, and this magnified her orgasm! She would have let out all this heat in a wild scream if her mouth wasn’t filled with this slab of smelly strength, and this pungent heat remained inside her and caused a second climax that hit even harder! “Fuck! Bloody fuck I’m so bloody fucked!” her raped soul forced her to think as the throbbing cock silenced her.
She realized that the man had twitched inside her mouth! Then came the vile-tasting salty rush as the brigand ejaculated deep and forced Judith Baker to swallow this huge load of Kazakh semen! Just as the man behind her, his hands pressing her hips hard, now pounded her like a full-blown lunatic.
And the batyr screamed, “AAAA ALLAHU AKHBARRRR!!!” as he pulled out of her and watched the fury of his semen bolts land in rich forming pools of Muslim fragrance, all glossy in broad daylight where they graced Judith’s butt!
A pair of hands rubbed the sludge all over her buns, claiming the territory for their clan as Judith couldn’t believe this was happening to her, but she was too busy getting face-fucked by a new customer, and soon she was double-fucked again.
“Fuck fuck! I’m so bloody well fucked!” the shaken nurse thought, feeling the foreign grass under her feet, lost amid the press of warriors, and she was reminded of how refined those brigands were as she became aware, in the middle of this double fuck, that a handsome young warrior had stripped himself naked and was now caressing her lower legs and kissing her feet and not minding the dirt, which he actually licked off these feet of hers he was worshiping. All this amid a dozen men who kept laughing and shouting “Nauryzbai Batyr!” “Allahu Akbar!”
The Kazakhs couldn’t get enough of her! And loved the fact they were going to have her all night long. And would rape her again the next day to celebrate after blowing that bridge. The White Army was way back east and busy reforming a frontline, so they had the luxury to truly enjoy their booty. They were all going to kiss the triangle of golden hair Judith had down there on her cunt.
***
Wilhelmina Harker, better known as Mina, was still strikingly beautiful at eight and twenty years of age. Born in December 1889, she was also the head nurse and a British officer with the rank of Captain. Her raven hair was always flawlessly tightened into a stern bun, and the way she wore her round officer’s hat was a legend among the British garrison, many of whom lusted after her, but she was unapproachable and would never allow herself to be alone where soldiers might lurk in the shadow.
When the convoy had been hit by bullets and under attack, she had kept her composure and said reassuring words to her nurses. “Don’t worry. We’re nurses of the Red Cross. If anything, they’ll make us tend to their wounded. They won’t harm us.”
When she had gone out of the truck and began sternly protesting as she saw cavalrymen grabbing Judith, she had herself been grabbed and forced-kissed! And had gone wet upon realizing it was her first time being kissed by a man in more than a year. She had angrily tried to fight the men off, but this only had made them hornier and their assaults more urgent.
Mina Harker felt brigand hands upon her bosom through her white red-cross apron and part of her felt it was incredibly erotic—Her stern, tall and haughty figure, turned into an outdoors whore! She was forced-kissed again, and again and realized that those brutes were actually taking their time. Most of their touch were gentle! Her buttocks weren’t grabbed as she could expect, but petted, stroked! Amid their laughter and jeering, hands found their way under her lavender-blue dress and she felt this same gentle touch upon her legs. Their gentleness was so unsettling!
“I’m— a— nurse! Red Cross… I mhhhhhh…” Mina tried to say amid this forced kiss session as a forest of hands kept touching her everywhere through and under her tall dress. Brown fingers were stroking the three diamonds on her shoulder straps, telling the lovely Captain that she was also a woman ready to be fucked.
“Da! Da!” (Yes! Yes!) the man kissing her replied, unable to make out what the English nurse was trying to say, so he cupped her tits through her white apron and kissed her again, this time also licking her face as she quit trying to resist their collective assaults where they seemed to worship her instead of crudely assaulting her. She had no idea she would be raped when she had volunteered, let alone be raped with such unsettling tenderness. She hated herself! She was not morally allowed to enjoy this! Not a tiny bit. And yet her tits swole inside her supple corset, under a dress that she knew was soon to be ripped off.
Captain Mina Harker yelped and shivered as the press of hands under her dress kept stroking her thighs higher and higher, making her feel more and more breeze on her legs as they slowly rose her dress and her petticoat under it. They were forcing her to secretly wish for their hands on her wet cunt! They were so evil! She shook her head and tried to refuse and deny what her whole body was being forced to feel. Arousal.
Her officer’s hat was taken off and her stern bun was undone, and Mina knew she now looked like a trollop. This was the first time her hair was loose outdoors!
“No please! Red Cross… I’m… Mina… From Whitby… No… No please… I… I… nurse… Rather not…”
The man in front of her smiled at her and told her something in Russian as he kissed her again, holding her face between his hands like a lover, and then he resumed licking her lovely face, his cock loaded with wild anticipation. This one was going to be a good fuck! Lucky that the Colonel didn’t spot her!
“Сними одежду!” (Snimi odezhdy!)” the man said with a commanding tone, but Mina Harker didn’t understand his Russian, even when he repeated his command, this time louder. “Сними одежду!” (Snimi odezhdy!)
Mina felt like hiding herself below the ground! She was being given a command! She went soaking wet under her nurse’s dress! Where hands kept caressing her thighs and one of them pushed it higher and soon she was being fingered while still fully clothed, with her raven hair loose and morphing her into some antique beauty being captured by a band of marauding Mongols, for they looked like Mongols to her with their high cheekbones and narrow eyes, although some of them had paler features. She was in tears, sobbing, and yet she lost control of her body. Something deep inside her was greatly stirred and felt like having a man’s cock. The fact she was about to be forcibly fucked by all those men horrified her, while filling her body with overwhelming arousal!
“Noooooooo nooo stop! NNNAAAAA OOOOOOO NNNOOOOOOOO!!!” she protested, with words that worked against her as they fed her raging arousal! These Mongols! Their strong hands upon her! Her pussy being fingered! Their hands pushing on her swollen tits through her Red Cross apron! Those savages were about to gang-shag her! They even gave her commands!
Captain Mina Harker was terrified, spoken to in a guttural brand of Russian she couldn’t make any sense of! Why couldn’t they speak English or French like civilized folks? She saw Judith and other nurses nearby, and they were already naked and getting gang-raped here and there on the grass. Evelyn was bent over and kept leaning against a truck’s hood as men began to take their turns inside her, while another tenderly stroked her light-brown hair as she sobbed and wailed in pain. The cavalry-girls that were there to protect her and her nurses were themselves being stripped naked and gang-fucked, very forcibly so as they either kept protesting and trying to fight off the legion of men or endured the ordeal in silent surrender.
Some of the men who had been rummaging the trucks had stumbled upon her belongings and came back showing a picture they had found. A picture of her. Yes, it was her! The picture was three years old. Mina was smiling on it, as if she were happy about being gang-raped by a dozen of Kazakh men grunting like rutting orangutans! They all laughed as they passed the picture from man to man. (Image 3)
Mina decided to cooperate and begin undressing. Resisting was futile. But she was now being restrained and tightly held by the wrists where she formed little fists of panic and she shrieked in terror as the leading man produced a beast of a knife and began cutting her apron!
The man had grown impatient! Seeing no effect from his repeated commands to undress, the rough-looking Feldvebel made short work of her Red Cross apron using his sharp knife he’d had on his side since he was fourteen years old, or since the last century for he was nearly forty now.
Mina began to squirm and screamed in terror. “Nooooo! Please Don’t! DOOON’T!” and yet something within her kept her wet as the determined hand under her dress kept fingering her. Her apron went into shreds, went to the dogs in tearing fabric sounds that hit her ears like a whip!
“Suka!” one man near her bellowed. “Suka!”
“Allahu Akbar!” many others yelled all around her.
Her dress-top was also shredded with violence and impatience! Whip strokes of tearing fabric beating her ears as the Mongols stole kisses from her tears-bathed cheeks as she broke down and the leader was already attacking her light corset, which he swiftly cut in two as she shuddered upon feeling the cold blade directly on her skin!
A loud burst of grunts and joy cries followed the exit of her destroyed corset and all men around her were shocked to see how gorgeous she was as her all-white breasts seemed proud to be there and so perky between the wide-open remnants of her lavender-blue dress!
Mina’s tits were in sunlight, and seemed to whimper and protest by themselves, with wine-brown nipples and areolas that called all her assailants to come and suck her English milk.
“AAAAAAAAARRHHH!” the leader roared as he grabbed her torn dress and pushed it down her arms, baring her snow-white shoulders and tying up her arms against her sides as their eyes drank the milk of her skin against her dress’s lavender-blue destruction. The Feldvebel shook her by the shoulders and revelled in her panic scream while contemplating her tits! He enjoyed a raging erection and couldn’t believe he was actually seeing a British nurse topless! She was going to be a royal fuck.
Mina’s tits seemed astonished to be in plain view for these men who had copper skin and high cheekbones. They all grinned at her swollen tits! Her areolas loaded with light-brown promess under this bright sun! This was their first time looking at an English pair of tits, so they took the time to enjoy the surreal light of her. Mina Harker sobbed while fingers kept making her ready to be fucked while men rose the hem of her dress and her pettycoat, all the way up where her legs fed their raging erections and they anticipated the pleasure to feel their cocks hard inside her!
They were going to give her the law of the steppe—all women found in a captured enemy force were to be raped, no exceptions. Not even for white women. Especially not for white women.
Mina Harker whimpered as the leader began to suck her breasts and she was hit by the realization she was topless under the sun! Unthinkable! A Mongol brigand was tasting them! A foreign hand kept fingering her pussy!
“Noo nooooo… Stop noo!” she whimpered as the Feldvebel engulfed her whole left breast in his wide open mouth and she felt a man’s tongue circling her nipples for the first time in long years! And those fingers inside her…
The squirming brunette kept hearing comments in their strange language and laughter. Mina sensed, from the tone in their voice, that they were probably saying she was secretly enjoying this! NO! The man’s tongue circling her nipple and his cupping hand on her other tit increased the heat down there where her cunt was being worshipped.
The man kneeling somewhere under the breasts-sucking Feldvebel forced her to sing and amuse the circle of copper faces around her. Mina’s sensual legs were fully enjoyed in broad daylight! The young fellow was face to muff with Mina’s solid triangle of raven hair, and he kissed her cunt like a madman, his teenage mouth wide open!
Mina Harker couldn’t believe they were eating her muff! She yelped and moaned as she sensed how young he was! While the much older Feldvebel kept enjoying the baby-skin wonders of her tits.
“Nooo nooo oooooooo No please not this. NooOO!!!”
She squirmed and wriggled in their arms as they ruthlessly tore what was left of her clothes, until Mina Harker realized with a shock that she was Eve-nude, while men yelled “Allahu Akbar!” around her, and that they were Muslim! She felt like a girl in a European seaside town sacked by Moors. Now fallen in their hands.
“Aaaahhh NOOAAAAAAH NNNOOOOOOOOOOO!” she panted and moaned and begged, her breathing racing hard as she felt that same teenage tongue inside her! As the leader kept on devouring her breasts with his insisting slobbering! Unthinkable! She was in heat! Unable to think as she squirmed on in their arms, all men laughing around her. “Allahu Akbar!”
They had even taken her field boots off and she felt the road dirt under her bare feet as the young fellow kept pleasuring her pussy, not minding the piss she had taken a half hour before during a halt. While the leader kept gleefully sucking and kneading her tits, giving them more love than any man before.
Before she knew it, Mina Harker was down on all fours and her butt was being caressed by hands who seemed bent on learning its contours as the Feldvebel kissed those soft white buns and pressed his face in them! And he ran his tongue all along her thin butt-crack! Her skin was so bright under the sun! Her feet looked so exotic, so impossibly white, with road sand on her soles!
“Whoop whoo whoo whoooop! Aq näsildi äyel! (White/Caucasian woman)!” one of them whooped.
“WHITE WOMAN!!!” Aq näsildi äyel! they all chanted. Their language hit her ears where she was down on her knees and elbows with grinning Kazakhs holding and caressing her everywhere. Some of these boys were naked.
A terrifyingly handsome young man, with light copper skin, tenderly held Mina’s wrists in front of her weeping face while her legs and butt were being duly worshipped, this as she heard the cries and whimpers from her nurses being gang-raped in the meadow amid packs of jeering men.
The Feldvebel, a middle-aged man, imposed his hands upon her exposed flesh and tenderly stroked her some more as he gently penetrated her, which greatly disturbed and astonished her while the handsome young man holding her wrists together told her something and grinned at her, as if he were her young brother trying to comfort her.
Captain Mina Harker felt the biting dust under her knees as the gentle pounding began. The British head nurse was now being raped on the sandy road, near a flat-tire truck stranded somewhere west of Yekaterinburg. By Bolshevik men from the eastern steppes.
Mina Harker realized in shock that she was being raped by brigands, dog-style, and gently. Disturbingly so. By Muslims from the wide open east.
“WHITE WOMAN!!! Aq näsildi äyel!”
“Allahu Akbar!” they yelled on, almost chanting it as the Feldvebel’s well-girthed cock took its gentle, yet commanding strides inside her! Their eyes narrowed into slits of pure joy as they grinned and watched. And masturbated. Some men had stripped themselves naked and gave tribute to her beauty by tapping their cocks everywhere they could on her! Mina Harker took the pounding on her knees and elbows, whimpering while the young man holding her wrists tried to tell her something.
“Go to hell!” Mina snarled.
“Alla–hu Ak–bar! All–ahu Ak–bar! …” repeated the Feldvebel as he kept up his barrage of deep thrusts inside her and enjoyed his stiff expansion, deeper and deeper inside the naked nurse. He loved the feel of her curves under his hands as he pounded her on and on, each new stroke increasing his fun inside her. This was so much fun! “Suka! Suka!” he said and laughed as he kept ravishing her while pressing the soft vastness of her butt. This Christian girl deserved to be punished!
Mina Harker let her head hang down as she took the punishment, feeling the Ural road dirt under her hurt knees, under a barrage of cock-tapping adoration upon her head, her shoulder blades, her whole backside, right down her loins. The commanding pair of hands holding her hips always reminded her that she was their fuck slave.
Her heart racing, she tried to escape the cock taps by lowering herself further down on her elbows until her face lay directly in the dirt, but this caused a loud wind of cheers and “Allahu Akbar!” galore as the men went nuts at the sight of her protruding buttocks!
The Feldvebel screamed and moaned like a love sick moose as he exploded inside her and she felt the heat inside! This was nothing like the novels she read, Mina Harker told herself as the next man was already there, kneeling behind her with his cock ready to enjoy the war booty.
They went all out! Each of them bent in the pure act of penetrating this fascinating girl and filling her with their yak pudding. Mina Harker took her whole circle of suitors, one man after the other, each new man tapping her butt with his light brown cock before entering inside a whole new chapter in his war with the all-powerful West. Dominating their women was so much fun! This English girl had a vagina that guaranteed a full coranic ejaculation.
Her cheek kissing the dust, Mina moaned from the repeated shocks and learned the range of their different styles, and sizes, from the ones hammering her like a brute to the ones making it gentler for her, to the ones trying out anal sex deep inside her ass! Making her scream with pain mixed with specks of intense pleasure as they imprisoned her inside a wind of grunting fury where each man kept shouting “Allahu Akbar!” as he took his turn of tight excitement inside her ass-hole!
One of the men, tired of waiting, made her rest on her hands again as he knelt down and pinched her jaw and forced her mouth open. Her eyes round like silver dollars, in absolute shock, Mina Harker had a Kazakh man forcing himself inside her mouth and the strong-smelling man began to rape her pretty face! While another man was enjoying her from behind.
Such was England’s fate in these God-forsaken parts where the Kazakh’s grunts and victory cries echoed against the tall pines. Mina Harker was learning what it felt like to be utterly gang-raped.
Naked men kept masturbating all around her as she was forced to taste a bitter sausage of eastern sugar! The man kept a painful hold on her jaw so she wouldn’t bite, although he sensed she was too frightened to try this. They gave her hot jism when some of them burst in her hair, on her slender back and upon the vastness of her butt!
The Kazakh exploded inside her mouth and Captain Harker was forced to drink his sludge! And the man behind her lost control and went screaming as he looked up at the wide open sky and spewed his comforting hot bolts inside her…
“ALLAHU AKBAR!!!”
They covered her with sperm! In their collective lust, they turned her around and began pressing her breasts as they masturbated over her. Soon, Mina Harker took a heartfelt load on her face, her eyes always as round as silver dollars, and then a rain of hot semen fell on her sunlit tits! And then a powerhouse of a muscle man, not very tall but naked, took command of her hips and lifted her buttocks off the ground! She moaned and was instinctively aroused as she felt his freakish strength.
He laughed as he commented on how her skin looked so white and bright against her all-black pussy hair, while a handsome soldier kissed her and said he loved her in Russian. “YA tebya lyublyu!”
This Mina understood and it mortified her, to feel that these brigands were almost seducing her. At times, it truly felt they were making love to her instead of just raping her. It was all so disturbing!
The colossus had let her butt fall down on the ground and was masturbating. She remembered feeling an especially strong pair of hands upon her when her anus was being deflowered and deduced it must have been him. She was hypnotised by the powerful sight of his brown cock as he masturbated himself into a state of mast stiffness, then men lifted her hips again and the kneeling stud speared himself between her legs!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaahhh Nooooo!” Mina whimpered as the penetration occurred. Hard! So hard! He pounded her so hard! What a beast! Mina felt utterly taken as her head bobbed on the road dirt and her whimpers sailed high toward the sky. Why was he so strong? She felt like a Countess being gang-raped by a group of strong Arabs in the orchard of a sacked castle during the 11th century! One of her favourite fantasies. With very strong men. With unfaltering cocks.
Her body forced her to moan amid her protests! The strongman mounted her with a strong cock! So thick! It mercilessly rubbed her entrance and caused intense pain from the previous rapes, but also, an intense rush of heat inside Mina! He was a beast! She had no idea that if the unthinkable happened, she’d be raped with such force!
“Aahh hhAAA HAAAH AAAA AAAA–NNOO! NOOO!!! STOP! No no no no no no no nhhaaaaaaa…” Mina moaned as she climaxed in an explosion of sunny skin and sweat as tiny sticks of dynamite went off inside her, where his cock gave her the law of the steppe.
“Suka!” he bellowed.
“Allahu Akbarrhh!” yelled a bunch of masturbating Kazakhs.
This beast of a man now held her slender waist… He pounded her with all he had! Mina Harker was shaken and utterly defeated, her shaken head a blur of long raven hair as the tips of her feet often met the dust behind him, but more often hoovered in the air as she was fucked in absolute savagery! Unaware she was hugging him with her legs! While others masturbated. Amid their laughter where they held her wrists together against the ground above the beautiful shaken fury of her hair.
“AAA AAAA-NHAAAAA I’m fucked! So well organized! Organized! Fucked! From Whitby to get fucked–AA AAAA AAAAA NAAAOOO I’m a girl from Whitby you can’t… NAAOOOOO ORganized! So well organized I’m fucked fuck fuck fuck–AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” Mina moaned as she shivered under a follow-up climax.
The beast raping her felt her contractions and felt like a champion who just defeated England! His tired arms reminded him he was human and he dropped her like a sack of hot potatoes.
“B’laya shlyukha!” White whore! the strongman bellowed in Asian-sounding Russian as he pushed her hot legs up and pushed them against her bosom while inserting his throbbing erection inside her, and he resumed Mina’s punishment, this time with her legs up and pinned under his shoulders as he raped her in unrestrained fury!
His face flushed in sweat on this unusually warm day of October, the man felt an increasing sense of satisfaction with each throbbing push inside her vagina! “Noo NOooo I’m fucked from Whitby so well organiiiized!!” Mina blurted out amid her hot whimpers, unable to make sense of this extreme pounding she was taken while her whole body went nuts. Even the sun hitting her pointed-up feet fed the fire inside her.
The man grinned down on her. His face twisted with the effort. Pure dark joy in his eyes as he looked at her and their eyes met. It almost felt to Mina Harker that it was all right, she was raped and there was nothing to worry about. She was just being raped in something that was so well organized! She had gone mad!
The man looked down on the white tumult of her tits and passed his edge…
“AAAYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGDFDFjjjkkkkhh!”
Mina Harker felt the burning shame inside her as she received a truck-load of yak pudding!
“Brutally gang-raped by Kazakh troops who had captured the convoy. My very escort, also gang-shagged… So well organized…” Mina thought in her madness. She looked at the sun and felt it was up north.
Another man raped her in the same way, loving the sight of her ever-moving tits where her wine-brown nipples stole the show, and he took her deep and hard! Lifted her hips too, while others held her where she formed something resembling a wrestler’s bridge, raped while forming a bridge between them and her England; a bridge where her tits looked up at them, easily touched; her waist captured by his hands and her bare feet planted in the dust as she realized she was herself helping her own rape by her mad submission.
The strength in these hands around her waist killed her will to resist and deepened her madness. Shivering fires freely roamed inside her naked body where hands always pressed and kneaded her tits as she was forced to moan out loud under another imperial climax as the man screamed his bliss, “HHAAAAAAAAA–aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!!”
“I’m just a sack for their semen!” Mina thought as she received this additional offering.
“Suka!” he said in appreciation as he wiped his cock using her feet.
The next man raped her with her legs up! Mina’s legs looked insanely exotic to them. So white! So graceful! Her dainty feet with road dirt on them made many of them as hard as granite! The young gentleman, raping her with narrow eyes, imprisoned her legs under his shoulders and penetrated her, and then he subjected her to an all-out barrage of fury and gave her more reasons to think this gathering was well organized!
“It’s so easy for them so submit us!” Mina Harper thought, overwhelmed by how freakishly erotic it was to be an English officer stripped naked and passed around this horde of savages.
She couldn’t help but moan and whimper as she felt so utterly conquered! Feeling the sun on her legs where her feet pointed at the sky, like beacons of British-girl sensuality where she always felt their gazes. She had never felt so intensely beautiful! Utterly debased too, defiled! A part of her felt sickly proud to be so beautiful to them that they forgot to rape her and made love instead. War and peace where she moaned and was hit by yet another hard climax as the man’s eyes seemed to explode out of his face as he so blissfully ejaculated inside her! “Allahu Akbar! Suka! UUUUGGHG!!!”
Mina Harker felt everything hot and steaming inside her. Some ugly middle-aged Mongol knelt down and masturbated near her feet in a heated frenzy while another man, grinning, held her legs together for his Sergeant. The balding man spewed frothing slobber out of his wide open mouth as he gave her lovely little feet the tribute of melting semen they truly deserved! She had never felt more intensely alive, and a woman, than in the middle of this nightmare. Outdoors! Encircled by strong-smelling men who all seemed to be in love with her.
She was terrified! And burning with pleasure against her will.
***
Anika was not given the same consideration as Mina. Colonel Alikhan and his men were clearly not making love with her. They meant to rape and debase her, to humiliate her, to hurt her as they exacted revenge and made her pay for their friends she and her girls had killed.
Once Anika had been raped dog-style with her face in the dirt by no less than twenty-five Kazakhs, each of whom lasted barely a minute or two thanks to their high arousal, Colonel Alikhan made her understand that her ordeal was just beginning.
They formed a circle around her and ordered her to stand on her knees, and when she remained reclining on the ground, either in refusal or exhaustion, they made her, although they all secretly liked seeing her naked and reclining, where she unconsciously looked very erotic, with her legs to die for and her feet that had been hiding under her cavalry boots for too long, now so lovely to see and masturbate on! Anika was more petite than tall, graceful and athletic rather than full in her curves. Her perky breasts with strong areolas were quite something to look at and ejaculate on.
When they made her stand on her knees, they began taking turns in slapping her face with half-flaccid cocks! Her mouth was way too dangerous and no one would take her there, but they all laughed and took immense fun in humiliating her face with their cocks, loving the way sunlight played with her dark blonde hair where it rested in long cascades on her shoulders while her breasts jiggled along with each cock slap she took on her defiant face, but tears were rolling down her cheeks. Seeing her like this was a great victory!
None of her tormentors would forget the bitter expression in her Ukrainian features when a cock slap landed on her lovely face. From Kazakhstan with love! And revenge.
“Kek! Kek!” Revenge! Revenge! some of them bellowed as they landed slaps on her with their growing erections.
“How do you like horseman cock, Ma’am?” said a Corporal in Russian as he landed a slap with his juicy cock! This one had true size and Anika felt the sting of shame right down to her core. They loved doing this to the enemy officer! Loved the way she took each slap with raised eyebrows and a twisted expression of disgust.
“Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!” most of them yelled as the cock slaps rained down on Anika’s face. She was sobbing, yet anger was still lingering in her eyes. More cocks! More slaps! One man now knelt behind her and began cupping her tits, then running his hands all over her curves while two well-built naked Kazakhs held her raised arms. They both grinned down on her as the cocks kept landing on her cheeks. Nearly a hundred men paid her the slap tribute. It was so satisfying to humiliate Anika in this way!
Most of the cavalry girls were subjected to the same feast of cock slapping where they stood naked on their knees, restrained by men who smiled down on them, as their cocks smacked their cheeks.
Sergeant Kovalenko was especially a treat for them to cock-slap. She had a thin little nose and her features always looked dignified and haughty, even when her eyes were filled with contained fright and anger when they had stripped her out of her uniform. Now her tall body was exposed in her kneeling nakedness, where the enemy could see how slender and pretty she really was! How her cunt hair seemed to radiate between the crease of her hips as the cock slaps kept complimenting her face.
Corporal Zildana had a triangle of black hair that loudly proclaimed she was a naked beauty with long dark hair, where her lovely face was subjected to the same collective punishment where the enemy took turns in slapping her with his hardening cock. They all laughed and grinned as their young erections graced her face.
No less than ten men encircled the gorgeous girl and masturbated, keeping her standing on her knees, holding her arms, as they masturbated on. Poking her face with their cocks and loving it when she broke down in tears. They pulled her hair to make her look straight up at them as one by one, they spewed a load! Left and right, the bolts of semen rained down on her face, on her tits. Oh! It felt so sweet to take revenge this way!
“Aaaahhhh! Allahu Akbar!”
“Nauryzbai Batyr!!!”
“Ïä! Keremet seks!” (Yes! Wonderful sex!)
“Allahu Akbar!”
With such spiritual words of appreciation, the Kazakhs let their semen rain down on their sweet-looking enemy, doing what they had been dreaming of for long months. Climaxing on their face and breasts proved just as pleasurable as doing it inside them. Each bolt of spewed semen carried a deep sense of satisfaction and fulfilled revenge.
Allah was great to grant them victory on these white witches. They deserved it! And they were secretly loving it after all! So the men thought as they surrounded the Ukrainian girls, who were forced to pay the price of defeat amid a forest of cocks that coated their face or tits with some hot, pungent gloss under the sun.
They took special pleasure in doing this to Anika, whose face and tits had already received no less than forty loads! Kovalenko received twenty! Some of the nurses were subjected to this rain of sperm as well, especially Judith Baker and Mina Harker, as the men loved this choice between a blonde and a brunette—both had snow-white skin! Their tits were their favourite target.
Once he was done being in a trance on wobbly legs, each man wiped his spent cock using the girl’s hair.
Private William Holmes, lying down tied-up on his belly where he had peed himself, cried like a child as he saw Anika being debased and covered with enemy sperm.
Darina tried to keep her head down in shame, but was always pulled by her long hair and made to look straight up so her face would fully take the semen intended for her! She would never forget how deep and profound they groaned as they relieved themselves. And the cruel satisfaction in their eyes as they did so. “Those Kirghiz are savages!” Darina thought. She sank further down in her debasement with each new load spewed on her. Her hair was now full of it as each man wiped himself in it.
They were so many of them! A new group of fresh soldiers came along; the ones who had taken care of the horses. Now they claimed Anika and a handful of the prettier girls. Zildana, Kovalenko and Darina among them. They pulled out their revolvers and made them suck them! Threatening to cock the hammer whenever a girl cried and looked away.
Colonel Alikhan saw this and commended his boys while cursing himself for not having thought of it. Seeing Anika with a revolver in her mouth almost caused him to climax on the spot! He himself chose one Ukrainian girl with light brown hair, so petite she almost looked like a child hitting her puberty. He tapped her freckled face with his Nagant revolver and ordered her to suck it like the sweetest candy! “Now!” he barked in Russian and the poor girl obeyed.
She knelt down out of her own volition. She was so submissive! Her little breasts looked almost boyish, and yet her nipples stood out in such a subtle way that Alikhan had a new erection waking up as he looked at the naked girl while she sucked his Nagant like a lollipop.
“You must be the youngest girl in your unit! What’s your name? Answer me, bitch!”
“E- Elsa” the crying girl answered as she kept sucking the ominous revolver.
“How old are you?”
“S- seventeen.”
“Don’t lie to me, Elsa. How old are you, and keep sucking!”
“Seventeen, I swear! I’m just very small.”
“And pretty. I like your legs. Keep sucking, bitch!”
And Elsa kept sucking while the enemy commander smiled down on her. Colonel Alikhan watched her doing a full-blown mouth job on his sleek Nagant, her slobber making it shinier under the sun, while also looking at Anika and Kovalenko, where the Lieutenant and the Sergeant were reduced to the status of naked whores forced to suck their enemy’s Nagants! While the sun showcased their naked ass in broad daylight. Yes! A complete victory!
“Allahu Akbar!” shouted the men as they rejoiced at this sight where nineteen Cossack girls were each given one revolver barrel to suck and slobber. They kept yelling “Allahu Akbar” while telling the girls that they knew how much they were loving this steel against their tongues!
“They had been dreaming of this all along! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“Now pinch their tits! Hard!” ordered the Colonel. “Pinch their tits hard and squeeze them until they wish they were dead! Think of how many of your mates they killed!”
Before long, the whole place was filled with the cavalry-girls shrieking their life out as their tits were mercilessly pinched and their nipples bitten!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa nnnhhhieee!!!”
“Nnneeeeeeeeeeeeee nnnheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”
The Colonel loved how Anika screamed as her tits were put to the torture, and Kovalenko tried to stoically endure it, but she ended up screaming anyway. Alikhan himself tortured the small freckled girl in the same way, but deep down in secret, he felt it was a pity to torture a girl with such beautiful skin and her tiny little tits fascinated him to such a degree that he stopped and freed his stiff erection while kneeling wide over her and her baby tits.
“You quiet and be good girl!” Alikhan told Elsa in bad Russian as he widened his kneeling stance until he was pressing her torso with his weight and began tapping her puerile-looking cleavage with his light brown erection, making her skin look all the whiter as she sobbed and he began to use her chest as a masturbatory ground. He ended up grabbing her small tits and pressuring them in a way that her baby knolls kept his cock in a close embrace, but this didn’t work well as her breasts were just too small for what he had in mind.
Overwhelmed by lust, he knelt further back and grabbed her ankles. Telling her again to “stay quiet and be good nice girl” he pressed her feet against his cock and began using them to masturbate his stiff cock. Elsa had tiny feet with a rosy tenderness that sharply contrasted with the uniform and the weapons she used to wear and carry. These lovely little feet silently screamed “Girl!” and they made Alikhan even stiffer.
“I love your feet, little girl!” the forty-something Colonel said, so excited he forgot his Russian and didn’t realize he was speaking in Kazakh. Such tender treasures this girl had been keeping under her cavalry boots! He grunted and contemplated the small girl, hugging his throbbing cock with her feet as he felt the wild surge increase under this foot pressure, his copper skin against her white rosy feet. Oh! Allahu Akbar! Her feet! Such tender cushions for his cock loaded with a growing sense of revenge!
Elsa groaned in rage and her mouth twisted as if she had just swallowed a full box of lemons.
“You love this, don’t you?” he said, this time in Russian, as his nostrils got raped by her scent and he felt ashamed for having tortured her nipples as he quickly neared his edge while always hugging her feet in his hands and keeping rubbing them against his raging erection! In his mind, he pictured himself taking her on top of her with her legs wrapped around him and crossing ankles on top of him as he kept his erection under constant foot pressure. Her feet! And he lost his mind as he pictured how lovely she must look in this position with her ankles crossed atop a man raping her! He kept raping her feet and loved their scent. She screamed when he twitched.
And he screamed! “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
It was so intense! He dumped a monster load on her! So much jism for such a small girl! His semen formed glossy pools on her belly and her chest. One bolt of semen even reached her freckled face!
Elsa just lay there under him, like a dead girl looking back at him with her ajar mouth and glassy eyes, while he contemplated his abundance of dumped semen on her, lost in the whiffs of his own sperm mixed with her scent as he enjoyed the post-climax bliss and kissed her feet, realizing he was still holding her lithe ankles.
He spotted dirt on her big toe and licked it off, then licked the soles of her feet like a dog and forced bursts of nervous laughter out of Elsa! She was ticklish under her feet, very ticklish. He was her prisoner as her innocence had saved her from more torture. He kept holding her ankles, kept torturing Elsa by licking her feet and kept making her squirm and burst in forced laughter while she bitterly sobbed.
“If it were summer, I’d give you strawberries, little girl!” Alikhan said for himself. “But at least you have the whipped cream.” The more he gazed at Elsa’s face and her long chestnut hair, the more he wanted to penetrate her. She almost looked like an English maiden fond of strawberries with whipped cream. The gentle patch of brown hair on her cunt seemed made to make men hard and have babies.
***
Anika couldn’t believe how much it hurt to have her nipples pinched so hard! She knew how happy her screams made them, but she couldn’t help it. She screamed and she screamed! Wishing she were dead. Sergeant Kovalenko ended up screaming even shriller.
The men soon stopped pinching and began to fuck their tits. Both she and Kovalenko.
Anika felt the throbbing heat from her tormentor as he pressed her breasts in a way that hugged his erection and he began to move it back and forth in this soft-skin prison.
“Allahu Akbar!” he yelled as he accelerated the motion and panted like a dog in heat; she could tell he was really enjoying this. He was pressuring her tits in a way that her body was forced to like, amid the enemy’s cheers. Another form of rape. Why did they have to be so creative? These Kirghiz were artist in the art of rape!
She heard Kovalenko’s whimpers where the naked Sergeant was sharing her fate. Anika was forced to almost like this brown cock between her tits. Throbbing and hot! The enemy. So close. She knew now what it was like to be on the losing side.
Her swollen tits, always being pressured against this throbbing cock where the man enjoyed the bliss of victory! Her tits further swelled and she was forced to moan and to share her enemy’s pleasure, raped in her character as well as in her flesh.
“Noo! No stop! Stop I beg you stop stop stop!” Anika begged, but her breasts exploded in a hot rush of pleasure and the tidal wave took her whole body! It forced the naked Lieutenant to wish for more enemy hands on her, and she all at once remembered the close call when she had been nearly captured and had felt so insanely aroused at the thought of being dragged off her horse by enemy hands and her shirt torn open so they could pressure and fuck her breasts!
“Nhhaaa aaaa aaaaaa AAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA… nnheeee!” Anika panted as the Kirghiz relentlessly plowed and pressed her hot tits!
The man finally roared, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhh Biz jeñdik! Biz jeñdik!” (… We won! We won!) as he burst between Anika’s tits and his yak pudding formed a hot pool under her chin!
Anika protested, unwilling to give them the satisfaction of hearing another climax from her, not realizing she had already failed, and then moaning and climaxing again, her whole body shivering in heat upon feeling the hot pool of fresh sludge on her throat!
They laughed and held her wrists tightly while telling her that she had lost and they were going to gang-fuck her all night long. Hearing their Russian words and the announcement of so much more time in their arms made her violently horny as her confused thoughts imposed her wild fantasy to her—She had been pulled off her horse, stripped naked and was now gang-fucked by men so far beneath her!
The man used his Asian face to further pressure her tits and cupped them with both hands! He now knew what made her moan! He gently crushed her tits and heard loud far-reaching moans forced out of her pretty face! Her open mouth formed a “Oooooh!”
Men stroked her hair and told her how beautiful she was and they all loved to finally see what she had been hiding under her uniform! Speaking Russian so she understood.
“Aaahh naaaaooo NAAA NAAAA NAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAHH stop stop this!” Anika panted as she climaxed in their arms, her fists tightening where they kept her wrists in check and couldn’t believe how small she was! Yet she was so dangerous before her capture! Her breasts were now soft prisoners in their hands.
They revelled in her vulnerability of flesh, one of her nipples presenting a clear bite mark. Her moans and her tits belonged to them! Allahu Akbar! Allah was great to give them such a war prize!
“She loves it!”
“Yes, and she deserves it!” they said among themselves.
One of them translated these words in Russian so she heard.
Kovalenko and Zildana were put to the same event of tits squeezing, with great effect on Kovalenko, who screamed in rage as she was also being fingered and forced to climax, and her long shivering moans painted their souls.
But this had very little effect on Zildana as the naked Corporal let them have their way with her half-swollen breasts as her body mechanically reacted to their squeezing and kneading hands while she tried to stay calm as rolling tears bathed her cheeks where semen was drying under this afternoon sun.
They poured liquor on Zildana’s tits and enjoyed the warm light-brown of her nipples where areolas formed circles that put even more light in her skin, where the men just couldn’t stop kneading those tits that felt so exotic, her ivory skin feeling like a maiden’s! The captors became prisoners of Zildana’s beauty.
The rank-and-file broke loose and fulfilled their desire to kiss and touch the enemy officer all over her body! Anika had her feet kissed and caressed and licked. Touched by hands loaded with elation. They moved and passed her around and enjoyed the softness of their victory as they took turns in licking and kissing her full-blown ass, all the way down her legs. They gave her more cause to moan when they kissed her light-brown hairy cunt and one of them braved the vile taste and gave her a passionate cunnilingus while liquor was poured on her breasts and they sucked them while this lower man made her cunt simmer with his rolling tongue as she screamed and begged them to please stop and spare her pride. One of them had her shivering in heat as he kissed her navel and enjoyed her pale-skin paradise.
They told her she had none left and laughed.
“Allahu Akbar!” they all yelled as they kept pleasuring her sex and both her tits until she exploded and squirted the low man’s face! Anika felt that this form of torture by forced sex was the worst, and her nipples were still hurting. And yet, a part of her madness wished for more enemy hands to come and knead them. Her beauty was her best protection against torture, so she became more submissive and rose her legs, where hands caressed them and petted her feet. It felt so strange and twisted to become a whore for her enemy!
Soon enough, while the sun moved along toward the western sky and the tall pines showed their majestic indifference to her fate, Anika found herself once again on her knees and face first in the road dirt, where they penetrated her while holding her wrists together in the small of her back as the men had started feeling horny again. They said she deserved to be raped with her arms held behind her and her face in the dirt so she truly felt how utterly defeated she was!
Dog-style, a great press of serving knights raped her in this manner, the Colonel himself among them, until she lost track of who she used to be. Her wrists were hurting where each man held them in her back while grunting, her knees were hurting in the dirt as she took this relentless barrage of proud cocks, she kept hearing their war cry and their yells. “Allahu Akbar!”
Her pussy was so badly hurt! And yet she was kept moaning and begging them to stop while they laughed at her.
They gave her good cause to scream when they also raped her deep in her ass. She deeply felt each man’s grip around her sore wrists, and this made her feel small and powerless as her cheek gently slid on the road dirt, back and forth, under the repeated pounding her ass kept receiving while they kept tirelessly yelling “Allahu Akbar!” or “Aq sïqırşı!” and this, as she now knew, meant white witch.
“Ïä! Däl artınıñ tübine deyin!” (Yes! Deep inside her ass!) one man bellowed as he moaned and relieved himself inside Anika’s rectum, in a sincere effort to impregnate her shit, while another man knelt near her and stroked her hair while telling her in Russian that she had been stripped of her command.
***
The other Ukrainian girls were sharing her fate, and so did the English nurses.
Captain Mina Harker felt raped in her soul as her body seemed to drink all this forced sex like something that had been starving too long and now had a relentless banquet. Her wrists held together in the small of her white back, her dark hair resting on the road where she felt the dirt against her cheek, the English head nurse kept being raped dog-style, by men who had no shame and kept returning after watching and masturbating. Near a stopped truck’s flat tire.
It was a full-blown open-sky orgy where “Allahu Akbar!” was yelled countless times. The naked nurses and the naked cavalry-girls kept crying and squealing as their rectums and pussies got the full war-time treatment, while the surviving Englishmen were down on their belly and tied up where they couldn’t keep from watching.
Mina Harker was down on her back again, and her legs were held together by one man as another one masturbated like a maniac over her feet, until he yelled “Aallaaahh!” as he coated Mina’s gorgeous feet and painted them with his sperm of appreciation, in rich bursts that stirred something secret within the Whitby girl as she felt this coat of Mongol semen like some hot love-glue on her feet.
The second Kazakh did likewise while this time, the satisfied man held her ankles together while others whooped at the lovely sight of Mina’s propped-up legs and the way her tits kept gently dancing under this display of erotic affection where the man, smiling with his high cheekbones, masturbated until his cock erupted and added to the sperm coat that hugged her feet like a hot blanket of yak milk.
“This English nurse will always remember us!” said a young officer as he watched her, grinning.
A boy whistled and was struck in the back of his head. “Don’t whistle! Don’t bring us bad luck!” a Sergeant bellowed.
One of the Englishmen, a truck driver by the name of Jerome, saw this and secretly wished he could do this with Mina Harker, at whom he had made a pass two weeks before, and got disciplined for it.
Most of the nurses hoped for help to come and rescue them, but they were outnumbered, encircled and used for entertainment.
The Kazakhs knew that the White Army was still far in the east where a new front was being established to contain the mutinied Czech division. They knew that they could take the whole night and have their fun with the female prisoners. Shouting “Allahu Akbar” to their sorry faces was so much fun!
Lt. Colonel Alikhan looked at the western sky and felt it was getting late. They needed to move and reach the camp site before nightfall. But not before he had played a little game with the prisoners.
First, he ordered that the bugle boys and the few young soldiers guarding the weapons be relieved by others so they could have their go at the women.
The bugle boys ran at the English nurses, ululating as they grabbed the naked women! Judith felt incredibly disturbed when a boy, really just a boy, began to suck her tits while other boys ran their hands all over her nakedness. They were barely fifteen, if not younger!
“Stop this! You’re too young!” Judith protested as a boy had one of her tits fully engulfed in his mouth while cupping the other one with a shamelessness that told her he had done this before and greatly disturbed her. Others kept caressing her legs and feet, making loud whooping sounds, soon rubbing their erections on her naked skin.
The young monkeys put her on all fours, and the leader among them was the first inside her. Judith cried as she rested on her elbows and felt the boyish hands on her hips as the bugle boy fed her sore pussy with urgent jabs and came within the minute, screaming as he gave her his pudding…
“AAAAAAAAyyyyyyyyyAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Another boy knelt behind her and took possession of her butt. She could feel his immoral youth through his hands where he held her buttocks and screamed out of sheer joy and elation as he fucked her deep and hard. The most disturbing thing for Judith was the realisation that he had done this before.
Another group of bugle boys swarmed Mina Harker and ran their hands everywhere on her! The twenty-eight-year-old woman didn’t know what to make up of this swarming of boys about half her age, with high cheekbones. This couldn’t be! And her body reacted on its own under their hands. The social boundary that forbade sex between a grown woman and a boy-scout lad was violated with each one of their kisses on her, with each one of their urgent touch.
She was soon put into the traditional sex position for Kazakhs—Down on all fours where her English ass, her legs and her feet fell prey to a swarm of boyish hands! And this aroused her beyond anything she could confess to herself. Boys! She even usually forbade herself to fantasize about boys so young.
“No! No! Please! Don’t do this! DON’T! Stop this nooo!”
And as she protested with her divine soprano voice, Mina Harker realized that the true reason she kept protesting was to secretly arouse herself more. She was in the very same spot as a grown man ordered as a prisoner to fuck a young maiden, except it was the other way around. Every fibre in her body felt a hot brand of shame that also stirred a deep fire within her.
“AAAAAAAAA Nhoooo! So well organized!” Mina Harker moaned in her madness when the penetration occurred and the boy fed her deep strokes while tenderly caressing her buttocks while the other boys went nuts around her! And the merry-go-round began as no less than six bugle boys from Kazakhstan fucked the English nurse dog-style.
Each boy exploded within a minute or two, his mouth wide open, usually screaming, “AAlllah Ak-barrrhhhh!!!” “AAAAAAYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH NNN!!”
“uuggghh!!”
Mina Harker took their yak pudding inside her pussy, with a savage confusion of sweating fear and notes of shameful delight. She ended up climaxing when the fourth boy was inside her.
“I love cocks! I love boys!!! YEs! I love them!!!” Mina Harker finally screamed in her madness. She did not resist when a boy who didn’t have to shave offered his cock to her mouth. She began sucking him, secretly enjoying his ungodly softness against her tongue, while getting fucked from behind, kneeling on all fours between both boys, where Mina Harker felt the weird relief of collapsed morality.
Rose Granger was shocked to hear Mina confess she loves boys, although she was herself very busy getting gang-fucked by a bunch of lad soldiers. Each of them was profoundly fascinated by her white skin as they took their pleasure dog-style, basking in the heat of her English pussy.
All the boys made a return inside their nurse. Mina Harker got her money’s worth. Oh! Allah! They loved the sound of her English moans!
Lance Corporal Armstrong now stood in line, still tied up, but in line along with the eleven other surviving men from the convoy. They were made to stand in line, and the grinning Kazakhs pushed their trousers down, freeing eleven erections loaded with compound arousal from having witnessed hours of gang-rapes where each of the nurses and the Cossack girls had been fully displayed in the nude, and used as fuck dolls.
“Suck them!!! Suck them and lick them dry!” Colonel Alikhan ordered Anika and her girls in Russian, with the background of plaintive-sounding whimpers where nurses were being gang-fucked by the youngest members of his unit.
Anika heard the command and was taken to one of the truck drivers, some bad-looking bloke who couldn’t repress a grin as he saw the naked Lieutenant being brought to him and forced to kneel down before him!
“I want to fuck her!” the bloke said in Russian. “I want to fuck this bitch!”
Colonel Alikhan looked at him with an amused smile. This was going to be even more fun than he had thought! “Free him and see what he’ll do!” he ordered the men holding Anika, who panicked as she understood what was happening.
“No!! Not him! Noo!!” Anika blurted out as the bad-looking bloke smiled at her with his tobacco-yellow teeth as soldiers untied him while restraining her.
The bloke knelt down where he faced her. And he grabbed her and kissed her! She wouldn’t even look at him when she was riding high and proud on her horse, with her tits tantalizing him under her uniform. The bloke pushed her down to the ground and made himself comfortable on top of her, his hands cupping her tits and kneading them where he felt the softness of her nipples under his hands that smelled like truck grease, and now he plunged upon them and engulfed one in his wide-open mouth! Anika screamed, but felt too weak to push him off.
Fuck! This was so God-damned good! She was way too pretty for him. He knew it and she knew it. No way she would let such a low man approach her this way! But now… Anika had to endure the social boundaries being null and void as this ill-shaven man slobbered her tits like a madman!
As the bloke slobbered their officer’s tits, eighteen Ukrainian girls stood and waited their turn to be raped by one of the male prisoners. The enemy commander had changed his mind and decided it would be funnier to see the Englishmen have a fuck party on the cavalry-girls who had been escorting them.
Armed Kazakh, a full platoon of them, freed the prisoners and kept their rifles pointed at them as the Englishmen, massaging their sore wrists, approached the naked cavalry-girls like a pack of hungry wolves! Private William went to defend Anika and was put out of commission by a rifle-butt and it was a miracle he wasn’t killed on the spot.
Johnny Armstrong was simply too hypnotized by Darina and her resemblance to Anna. He approached her, tears in his eyes, and Darina understood, looking at him with eyes filled by compassion as she knelt down and rose her arms toward him, inviting him to make love in the grim confusion of her nightmare.
The other male prisoners rushed at the Cossack girls and took their pick! For hours they had seen them fucked dog-style, and their eyes had been filled with the soft sight of female buttocks. The English truck drivers and disarmed soldiers were randy and their hard cocks claimed their due!
Sergeant Kovalenko was soon down on all fours and restrained by laughing Kazakhs while an overweight truck driver penetrated her, putting his hammy hands on her sublime curves as he began to rape her while losing frothing slobber out of his ajar mouth.
“Wow! HRRR HRR HRR HRRRR! A good fuck! A very good fuck!!!” he said at times as he gave “comfort” to her overused pussy and raped her with absolute glee, until he sounded like a sick bear and dumped an epic profusion of English pudding inside the Ukrainian Sergeant…
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNddj NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!”
The place was filled with English grunts as the male prisoners raped eight of the prettier cavalry-girls. All dog-style where the fascinating vastness of female butts was forced to a barrage of collisions where the man’s throbbing erection kept the girl “happy” and whimpering. Some of the girls actually climaxed due to the collapse of social order, as she took an English driver or soldier, whose eyes nearly leapt out of his head when he erupted in a long, deep-felt ejaculation where he gave all his heat to the foreign girl.
Johnny Armstrong was mad with grief as he made love with Darina, who kept stroking his hair as he ravished her. At one point, she moaned and wrapped her legs around him as he seemed lost in an attempt to hammer her into the ground. “AAnnnnAAAhhh!!!” he ended up screaming as he gave Darina a biblical load.
The enemy commander saw that some of the nurses had been left idle while the others were being swarmed with love by the soldier boys. He had those five idle nurses brought back on the road, near the stopped trucks, where they were made to understand, using signs, that they were to kneel down and clean up the Englishmen’s cocks!
William Holmes came to just in time to have Catherine Bullock kneel down to him and take his cock, which she began to kiss, her eyes loaded with a mix of sorrow and terror as she did what the Kazakhs had made her understand, and William forgot his bullet wound in this thigh as he fell victim of the sweetness of her tongue as the brunette kept on licking his rising erection where he lay on the ground. She was obedient. She had been the first one to understand, so she chose the one boy whose cock was clean.
Agnes and the three other nurses were each put to the sordid task of licking English cocks clean of all the semen and juices coating them! It was so disgusting! But they didn’t want to find out what would happen if they disobeyed, so they obeyed, while Johnny Armstrong found Darina licking his flaccid erection as she began to clean him, with each one of her tongue strokes loaded with empathy for his loss.
All four nurses were now kneeling at the feet of a truck driver or a soldier, while Catherine was now fucking William Holmes like a cowgirl, riding his cock where the boy enjoyed her erotic side, complete with her brunette’s pussy hair.
Each man knew who the nurse was, having seen her for months in the garrisoned camp near Birsk. The prisoners caressed their nurse’s hair as the brave girl licked her man clean. Whenever a nurse was done, another prisoner was pointed at her, and she was helped to walk and sank down on her knees to service him as well.
The commander loved this game! He kept pointing a prisoner at a nurse and then another, and another. Soon enough, the nurses were sucking hard erections while hearing a truck driver grunt above her. One truck driver rose his hand and made a pelvic motion that made it very clear he wanted to fuck the girl.
Thus it came to be that George Smith, a non-descript Private, got lucky and fucked the nurse he fantasized on the most. He had lost semen by the bucket over months during countless masturbation sessions about her. He couldn’t believe he had Catherine Bullock on all fours and was inside her!
As she got fucked by this driver she didn’t like, Catherine let her face rest on the road dirt and re-lived the fuck she just had with Private William Holmes, who was so handsome! At one point when his erection was standing, William had nudged her into riding him, and she had done so with a greatly troubled mind while the enemy soldiers cheered and whooped. Catherine was utterly exhausted, and yet her body had enjoyed this break from being kept down on all fours. What a relief for her knees as she rode William’s cock with her perky tits dancing for him, and his hands around her waist! She had been dreaming of this boy for two days, ever since she had been treating him for hypothermia.
Now William was hot and throbbing inside her while she belly-danced for him under a legion of cheers from the enemy. William screamed his bliss as his candle erupted inside her! And now, while she was getting bucked by the non-descript driver, Catherine secretly wished that one day, if she and William ever get back to England, she’d marry him and become a loving wife for him. This light of hope seemed the only way to keep herself from going insane.
George the non-descript driver foolishly thought that Catherine was enjoying being fucked by him! He watched her grandiose curves of rich skin between his hands and her sweet butt-crack where the unthinkable was happening in urgent collisions, remembering the lovely nurse he’d see nearly every day at the camp while thinking how he could approach her, although she wouldn’t look at him, and now. Now! His fantasy was fulfilled. She was whimpering under him. He was inside her, his hands pressed into her soft flesh as he got lost in the carnal act and tried to make it last more, but he exploded with a scream…
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BY JOVE! Catherine! I love you!” George shouted. Catherine took his semen with the added injury of understanding every one of his words.
Ernest, another driver and George’s friend, couldn’t believe he was kissing Agnes’s wonderful buttocks before he penetrated her with his timber of an erection and lost himself in the joy of fucking her pussy doggy-style! Doing what he had been secretly dreaming of for months!
Agnes moved herself in a way that intensified the pressure for Ernest. She hated this! But Ernest was a resourceful man. He began to mentally recite multiplication tables and looked away from her.
“Bloody fuck! The bastard’s lasting so bloody long!” Agnes thought as she kept being gently shaken, feeling his hands on her butt. Ernest was giving her the lasting pleasure of his timber erection, and she hated him for the way he forced her body to respond! He made her feel his brutish size as the Oxford-educated girl had ample leisure to remember the Latin expression for the way she was being fucked… “coitus more ferarum”. Intercourse in the manner of wild beasts.
Ernest finally surrendered to Agnes and his jaw shook as he shivered in some shamanic trance! Then he groaned and filled her up with whipped cream from the working class.
Anika was still being punished by this truck-driver bloke, by the name of Jerome, who proved a phenomenon in how long he was lasting. He had switched her from under him to doggy-style and was now banging her in unrestrained frenzy, his eyes zeroed-in on that body-part where she usually sat on her saddle.
“So you thought I’m beneath you, didn’t you? Didn’t you? Well take this, this and this!!! AAhhrr rhrr hrrr uhhh! You’re just a tramp! Just a tramp with nice tits and a pussy to fuck!” the bloke kept saying as he punished Anika, who whimpered like a mad bitch while cursing, and sometimes surrendering herself to this longest fuck ever.
“AAAAaaa AAA aAA AAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”
With this long cry of appreciation for her and how long he had fucked her, Jerome ejaculated in long hot bursts that spoke volumes about how much he had lusted for her in his thoughts as he drove the leading truck while watching her ride along with her doomed cavalry-girls. As he creamed Anika’s pussy, Jerome also thought of Mina Harker and her feet covered with enemy semen.
The Colonel gave the order to move. They had only one hour and a half to get to their camp site.
The English nurses and the Cossack girls soon realized that their gang-rapes was to be followed by a death march.
Not quite so. Anika soon found herself tied-up by her wrists and feet to a long branch and carried off by two enemy soldiers.
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