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Sabrina heard the deafening shrieks of Nina and Jenny. She didn’t see them, lost as she was amid a circle of horny, jeering Indians, but she did hear them.
They were now done with completely stripping her naked. It felt terrifying, weird and monstrously erotic all at the same time. It also felt mortifyingly humiliating.
As the chief elder began kissing her cunt, her body forced her to moan. She was having her pussy licked by an old man. This was too much! Strong hands were pressing and kneading her naked breasts; it was that tall, broad-shouldered truck driver. She felt the wild excitement is it seeped through his hands and deep into her flesh.
She stopped resisting. Why try to stop fate? She was going to get gang-raped by all these men and there was nothing she could do about it. Perhaps it would be best to try to relax and let the men have their way with her. It would probably make the whole ordeal less painful.
The Indian elder sensed her excitement. There were juices in her foreign pussy! He sniffed her yeasty scent and loved it. There was a bit of ammonia in her taste, but this was normal; traces of urine were always present unless the girl had just washed. His 20 year-old niece and his 18-year-old granddaughters always had lots of urine and he didn’t mind. This tourist smelled and tasted better.
“Aaaaaahh… aaaahhhh… Aaaaah, no, please, stop this… Stop this… Aaahhh! Aaaahh! Aaahhh…” Sabrina kept exhaling as the old man kept darting his tongue on and around her clit. He kept on and on and on, while the tall trucker was having the time of his life playing with and sucking her breasts… All around them, Indian villagers were screaming words of hate and lust.
“Ooaaahh… Ooaaahh… Oaoaah! Aaaah, Aaaooh, aah naaahhh, nnaahh, nnnaaaah, OOOH! OOHH… OOH, OOH, OOOH, OOOHH MY GOD!!! NOOO PLEASE, I CAN’T! THIS IS… NO! NOT RIGHT! NOT RIGHT! AAAAAAAAAAHHH… AAAAAH, AAAAAAH, AAAH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIII NNAAAAOOOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”
Sabrina, now lying on the earth, shook with flurries of spasms as she very intensely climaxed from those insistent tongue strokes.
The chief elder got her juices on his lower face. He got up on his knees and quickly dropped his filthy pants. She couldn’t take her eyes away from the warm mahogany of his old cock as he set himself into position on top of her.
With the tall trucker pinning her wrists on either side of her lovely head, the happy elder growled his intense bliss as he forcefully penetrated her.
Sabrina wrapped her legs around the old man, giving all men present a wonderful show of her feet as she crossed ankles and her body kept pushing loud moans out of her, while the old man urgently drilled her.
Her face were only inches under his wrinkled, leathery face as he grunted and kept plowing her with frothing slobber dripping down from his pleasure-open mouth and onto her spotless face. Sabrina felt the warm slobber on her cheek and wasn’t disgusted by any means. She was rocked and battered on the yellow grass, and felt the sun’s heat on her lower legs, where she crossed ankles on top of him as he kept banging her like a man possessed.
She suddenly jerked under him and exploded in a second orgasm that forced a loud, echoing scream out of her. The old man now had beads of profuse sweat on his forehead while his head kept bobbing up and down on top of her, in rhythm with the savage rape.
The chief elder finished the rape with one loud flourish of victory…
“RRHH, RRH, RRRH, RRRRRRRHHHH, RRRRRRHH, RRRRRRRHHH… Yankee girl! Yankee girl! Yankee girhhhh HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRNNNGGGGJJ… NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHRR!!! Yaaarrrhh!!!”
Sabrina took the massive load of sludge with great astonishment. He had a LOT! She had no idea such an old man could have such well-furnished cum stores.
After the chief elder was gone, another elder took his place and laid himself down on top of Sabrina. He simply sunk himself inside her pussy and roughly banged her in short, nervous strokes that had her bobbing head moving in short bursts as well. The man was soon finished. She nearly climaxed again when she felt his sticky heat inside her.
Another elder replaced him. This one had a grey beard. He drilled her in a morse-code type of way. He gave her three fast strokes followed with a heavy and slow one, then he repeated the process.
Manish, who had served in the Navy, started laughing as he noticed the pattern. Three shorts followed by one long stood for the letter V. V for “victory”.
Indeed, the old man victoriously concluded the brutal session with a load roar and a massive eruption of semen. This cute American tourist was a great fuck.
Now, at last, Manish took his turn inside that gorgeous foreign national. Sabrina was horrified as she found his grinning features and oily hair above her, blocking her line of sight to the puffy clouds she tried to focus on as she failed to wrap her head around the fathomless horror of this scene, this unthinkable scene where she and her friends were getting gang-raped in some remote village of rural India. And they had killed Chad!
Sabrina yelped with surprise as the young man powerfully grabbed and lifted her hips off the ground. “Hhnrnrrrhh…” he exhaled as he triumphantly punched his throbbing dick inside her and began banging her, watching her breasts jiggling in a wild display of unbridled fury as he roared and groaned while kneeling and holding her hips higher than her jiggling breasts.
The Yankee girl's jiggling tits perfectly summarized his domination over her.
The men presently near her understood that she was utterly submissive and didn’t bothered to hold her. She whimpered under the furious assaults of Manish, her arms gently flailing on the yellow grass, her breasts dancing on like crazy Jello and her head bobbing, while other men masturbated with their dicks inches above her face. One man lost control and splattered his goo all over her bobbing face; he cursed as he shot his load. Another man cursed and also ejaculated with long bolts, also on Sabrina’s pretty face. This was her baptism of Indian cum.
The exotic heat of their fresh cum on her face intensified her forced arousal. There was something deeply erotic in the way they were using her. She kept moaning and hit a diffuse climax, mainly driven by the thoughts of her swollen breasts being in full display for these dark-skinned men.
Manish was nearing his edge. He set her buttocks back down on the grass, as his arms were tired, and he finished the rape in a strongly dominant position, firmly pinning her small wrists on the ground and raping her while supporting his weight on his arms, his torso high enough, where he was able to contemplate her ever-moving breasts.
The manure-truck driver let out a loud, echoing yell of pure bliss as he spewed massive bolts of seed inside the young American tourist. Sabrina sobbed and was still forced to a strong sense of arousal as she felt all this hot goo making itself at home inside her. What if she became pregnant?
She did not have time to ponder the question. Another villager laid down on top of her and began raping her. She received his shock waves with weeping eyes, casting an indifferent gaze toward the deep blue sky as her aching head kept bobbing on that dry grass. Once the man was finished, another man replaced her. This one was much younger and quite handsome; and quite smelly too. She preferred older men, but she had no choice but to endure his heavy thrusts inside her violated pussy.
The young villager finally growled and was immediately replaced by another man. Was this going to ever end? More Indian dicks. More tropical cum inside her.
Chad wasn’t dead already. The long cutlass had pierced his bowels and he was slowly dying from blood poisoning and internal bleeding. In spite of his suffering, he had felt unfathomable satisfaction upon watching the villagers ripping Sabrina’s tan t-shirt and forcibly stripping her and sucking her breasts. He knew it! She did have divine breasts.
Presently, he wasn’t able to see much of Sabrina since she was always encircled by many men. It was clear that they were enjoying her. His consciousness was slowly fading away. Slowly, but surely. Chad knew that when he would fall asleep, he was never going to wake up. He started praying and asked the Lord for His forgiveness. He could have been a much better man.
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Near the tall palmyra tree where Chad was dying, Jenny was the fucktoy of many villagers. They had flipped her around and were raping her doggy style. The whiteness of Jenny’s butt filled their thirsty gazes with powerful erotism as each man took his turn in holding her slim waist and bouncing her comparatively wide butt against him, in raging and repeated thrusts, until he growled and exploded inside her.
Jenny took the repeated rapes with her soul crushed under too much horror. She had quit resisting and kept taking their assaults as they all mounted her like South-Indian stallions. They filled her up repeatedly, but she felt emptier and emptier with each succeeding rape.
Nina kept being used and kept trying to protest and resist. The dark brown men held her in a floating, spread-eagled position in their midst, without any part of her touching the ground, as one man after another took his pleasure inside her. They were all extremely aroused to be fucking such gorgeous, exotic-looking foreigners and as such, their mahogany rods were unfaltering and spewed big loads inside the New Jersey girl.
Someone had brought beer. The bottles of Kingfisher beer were open and men started drinking. Other men were now smoking and watching the ever-renewed rapes. These girls were punished with gusto. It was a great afternoon.
A man went above Nina and poured some beer on her small, juicy breasts as a villager in his forties kept banging her with a wide grin on his shadowy face. Men licked the beer off her tits as she feebly begged them to stop and leave her alone.
Their musk was quite pungent under the Indian heat. Nina would always have that strong musk with her as a reminder of what happened on that fateful day. She was done with travelling. She was done with Instagram and Facebook. Confused thoughts and a sense of loss and true horror coursed through her soul as they kept driving her back and forth like a head-bobbing doll, uttering their loud cheers of fun and their growls, grunts and groans of unbridled sexual fun.
Someone had managed to drive the small rental car along the very narrow and bumpy trail that led to the clearing in the woods where the party was in full swing.
Shankar had been taking a long rest near an ancient stone wall, under the shadows, where he especially watched the rapes of the two girls he had not tried yet. Those accursed tourists had killed his young daughter, and he was also going to rape the other women. He was going to make them pay! This was justice.
When he saw the small green car pulling into sight, he let out a loud scream and bellowed for everyone to hear that he was now going to punish this woman. He pointed at Sabrina as he spoke.
As soon as her current rapist finished emptying his load inside her sore pussy, Sabrina saw that mountain of a man, stark naked, as he took hold of her hair with his bear-sized paw.
She squealed and yelped in pain as he pulled her by the hair and forced her to follow him. When they reached the car, he bent her over the hood and began kissing and licking her juicy butt while running his brown hands along the contours of those pale and firm buns that looked so ungodly exotic and out-of-bounds for him!
Shankar felt a surging erection as he got whiffs of her rear-end scent and explored the soft vastness of her tight butt. He fingered her pussy and immensely enjoyed the profanation.
“Nooo… Please, don’t…” the Yankee girl feebly protested, without any attempt at resisting.
A dark-skinned man like him taking his liberties with a true white woman was something they never showed in movies. Whenever there was a rape scene, it was always Indian on Indian and it was usually poorly done. Why couldn’t they show Indian-on-white rape? Fuck Bollywood! Fuck Hollywood too! They were even worse.
Through her butt cheeks, he felt the young woman’s sobbing. He had no pity for her; they had killed his daughter; they were going to pay! He ran his hands along her wonderful legs and greatly enjoyed caressing her ankles and feet. This foreign girl was gorgeous. Raping her against her car was going to be incredibly enjoyable. And she deserved it!
Sabrina screamed with shame and disgust when the huge bear of a man suddenly penetrated her. He pressed her face against the car hood and began raping her from behind like a gigantic savage out of her worst nightmare.
As he grunted like an animal, he held her waist and slammed her against the car with such devastating fury that the small car was dancing sideways on its suspension as the brutal rape unfolded…
“Uuhh… Uuhh! Uuhh! Uuhh! Uuhhh…”
The big man sounded like a bear as he enjoyed her vaginal tightness from this doggy style angle. She looked tiny under him as she cried and kept begging him to stop, sandwiched as she was between this giant and the rental car. Tears streamed down Sabrina’s teal eyes as he kept grunting like a rutting bear and forcing the green car’s suspension to dance under them as he literally crushed her against the hood on every stroke.
It got even worse.
Shankar pulled out of her. She was surprised since he hadn’t cum yet, but then she shrieked in loud protests as she realized his intention…
“Nnoooo! Not this! Please, noo… I’ll give you all my money, but please, don’t… AAAAHHH! NNHAAAAAAOO… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH… TOO BIG! TOO BIG! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Shankar grunted and groaned in pure ecstasy as he began raping Sabrina’s ass. Her tight butt was gorgeous to behold and even more fun to fuck. Raping her in the ass was nothing short of incredible. The paleness of her butt sharply contrasting against his massive chunk of brown was the most fascinating sight he had ever feasted his eyes on…
“Uuhh… Uuhh! Uuhh! Uuhh! Uuhhh… UUUHHH! UUUUUHH! UUUHHH! Yeah… UUUHH… UUH… UUHHH…”
“NOOO! NOO! NOOO! NOOO! NOOOO! NNOOO! PLEASE… STOP… NOO! NOO… NOOO…”
“YOU, GOOD FUCK! UUHH! UHHH UUHH… YOU, VERY GOOD FUCK… SHANKAR, HUHH, LIKE GOOD FFFUCKHH NHRR!!!”
Sabrina was in the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced. Shankar commented the rape in his language. She heard many other men commenting as well in this same strange language.
Villagers had formed a circle around the car and immensely enjoyed the show. These foreign girls had gorgeous bodies and incredibly soft and juicy butts. Raping them in the ass was priceless.
Sabrina felt some diffuse arousal mixed with her unbearable pain as she experienced the ungodly intensity of his finale, when the huge man, with all his massive weight, urgently pounded her sweet ass until he made a long series of inarticulate sounds and flooded her rectum with South-Indian seed. The unbridled fury of Shankar’s final burst echoed throughout the place and was perhaps even heard in the village…
“UUH, UUHHH, UUUUUUHH, UUHH UUUUHH UUUHHH UUUUUUUUUUUUUHHH… HHHHHHHHMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHH SHSHSHSSH HHAAA aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRHGGGRrrrrrhh hh!!!”
Shankar pulled out of the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. He growled as he watched the beautiful geyser of one final cum shot that beautifully landed on the spotless surface of her buttocks. His pool of fresh cum glistened under the South-Indian sun amid the loud cheers as the rape-frenzied villagers organically decided who was next. Bringing their car here was a great idea. It was so much fun to rape their women against their car!
The men who still had some penile strength followed suit. Sabrina’s time as a fuckdoll for Indian ass lovers was far from being over. She got railed by the next man while a long line-up of eager men quickly formed. They masturbated as they impatiently waited their turn to explore her anal or vaginal tightness. Sabrina would spend a long, long time with her pretty face sliding on the green surface of that car hood.
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Wrong Turn In Southern India
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Somehow, I just felt a little warm. 
Very well written, and a topic that's almost overly hyped up is brilliantly handled. I like that the rape scenes aren't that detailed, which is just the right amount. I found the tourists' fear much more important, although I was a bit bothered by the "raped yet lustfully moaning" moments.
The mix of the Wrong Turn movies, I Know What You Did Last Summer, and some jungle horror is really great.
P.S.: I like stories with an additional visual appeal
Very well written, and a topic that's almost overly hyped up is brilliantly handled. I like that the rape scenes aren't that detailed, which is just the right amount. I found the tourists' fear much more important, although I was a bit bothered by the "raped yet lustfully moaning" moments.
The mix of the Wrong Turn movies, I Know What You Did Last Summer, and some jungle horror is really great.
P.S.: I like stories with an additional visual appeal
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Thanks! Those "raped yet lustfully moaning" moments come from a bad habit that I took on Literotica where it is required that the victim experience a degree of pleasure. This element is stronger in older stories taken from another site like this one. I've toned this down a lot in my newest chapter in "The Last Command" and yet Rose-Anne is still incredibly submissive and willing when it's the 18-year-old drummer boy.LaLia wrote: Sat Apr 12, 2025 3:11 pm Somehow, I just felt a little warm.
Very well written, and a topic that's almost overly hyped up is brilliantly handled. I like that the rape scenes aren't that detailed, which is just the right amount. I found the tourists' fear much more important, although I was a bit bothered by the "raped yet lustfully moaning" moments.
The mix of the Wrong Turn movies, I Know What You Did Last Summer, and some jungle horror is really great.
P.S.: I like stories with an additional visual appeal
A lot of things can happen to tourists and backpackers abroad, and many readers are tourists at times so they can relate... to a degree!
As for the visuals in my stories, I use pictures sparingly, to give my readers a clearer idea of what the main characters look like and further set the atmosphere. The pictures will usually be found at the beginning or end of a chapter where they won't interrupt the flow of reading, thus I get the best of both worlds! My pictures are nearly always clothed as I leave the nudity to my readers' imagination. And for me, the act and intent of undressing her, of touching her, is even more important than what the lady looks like.
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I think that, as always, you manage your fairly large cast of characters really well. That is truly not easy to do. I want to ask you something and I hope you don't take the question the wrong way. What's the appeal of the interracial theme for you? It is so prominent in your writing. I'm not judging, it just isn't something I care about personally. What draws me to your stories is usually the sheer scale of the scenarios you come up with and the love for historical settings that shines through your work, though this particular story is of course an exception to that. But it gives your stories a unique identity.
That is a rule there? Wow... I get not allowing rape fantasy at all when that is not what you want your community to be about but allowing only "enjoyable rape" feels so odd to me. If you truly worry that depictions of rape in fictional writing might be problematic in one way or another would you then not be especially suspicious of those that downplay the severity of rape? I have a hard time wrapping my head around the thought process that lead to that rule.HistBuff wrote: Sun Apr 13, 2025 11:31 pm
Those "raped yet lustfully moaning" moments come from a bad habit that I took on Literotica where it is required that the victim experience a degree of pleasure.
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More enthusiastic ass rapists took their turns in rear-ending Sabrina to properly fill her rectum. White girl’s butts were quite lovely. A fight nearly broke out when one man said that Chinese women had even more beautiful and softer butts.
This began a trend. Jenny was picked up, brought to the car and tossed right next to Sabrina in that same bent-over position, where she received an elderly man who couldn’t believe his good fortune as he felt her hips and bottom between his hands!
Nina was similarly tossed against the trunk and savagely used by a man who sounded and acted like the most degenerate mad-house escapee. All saw very plainly how diminutive Nina's figure was, even next to lovely Sabrina, now groaning like a tortured soul under the assaults of yet another ass rapist, who was actually more a boy than a man and had to remain on his toes to keep his young artillery at the right height.
There was a loud concert of “huh-huhh…” sounds that filled the place as all three girls got repeatedly filled up with cumshots upon cumshots by contented South-Indians. Most men were now enjoying the show and grinning as they made the motion of holding a girl by the waist and “huh-huh” her. They kept drinking beer and had their most wonderful party in years. That day was already set in local lore. Stories about it were already reaching the nearest village, already exaggerated.
The green car looked animated with a life of its own as all three girls kept giving immense joy to the long succession of second-wave rapists. The sentence came with an extra omph. Raping white foreigners was indeed a priceless thrill.
The debate was still raging on… Chinese girls had wonderful butts; a couple of months before, two Japanese tourists had been gang-raped in a village some 50 kilometers further south… Westerners brought a paleness of skin, a prestige that was in a class of its own. White girls always whimpered and protested with that special note of surprise in their tone. You could tell that deep down, they obstinately refused to acknowledge that this was really happening to them.
Sabrina was beyond sore in her shit-hole. She saw Nina being forced to kneel down, and that slim truck driver savagely entered her mouth. He used her long hair as handles and face-fucked her without any sort of restraint and uncaring about whether she could breathe or not. He pumped his flagpole inside her mouth and kept grunting away until he let out a primal roar of relief and Nina was forced to swallow the rancid-tasting goo he spewed deep into her throat.
The elderly man who was presently raping Sabrina’s ass saw this and thought this was a wonderful thing to do. He pulled out of her asshole, forced her to kneel down beside the car and gave her the life-altering taste of her own shit as he forced his polluted dick into her conquered mouth. Sabrina noticed two clear smears of shit on his cock as she was forced to engulf it.
Sabrina was on the brink of throwing up, yet she felt a surprising tinge of arousal from being used in such a degrading way by such an elderly man in such a setting as a remote place in rural India. She understood that deep down, she had taken that trip to India with an unconscious desire fantasy about this happening to her. But now she was living it for real and there wasn't much fun in it.
“Remember, you must be obedient!” the English-speaking trucker reminded them. “You must obey! Be good girls. No biting or your friend here, he will be killed, and we will cut your face and your mother no recognize you after! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
At any rate, the girls were far too exhausted to offer any sort of meaningful resistance. Jenny was spit-roasted and was weirdly glad that the guy rear-ending her was “only” raping her vaginally, and she was almost getting used to having her New Jersey yapper filled with South-Indian dick, almost... It felt like her sole purpose in life was to suck Indian dicks.
The man who was inside Jenny’s mouth was a filthy looking peasant with an unkempt beard, an impossibly dark face and at least 40 pounds of beer belly. He filled her ears with one long, inarticulate yell as he gleefully shot a massive load that she swallowed partly while the rest splattered her face as he pulled out.
Jenny could tell that the men were all getting tired and no longer had much cum left. Sabrina confusedly felt the same way. Nina wanted to die and was lying down on the dirt like a heap of overused female meat.
Danny looked at the scene and his eyes never left Sabrina’s legs and butt. He was raving mad! He had to fuck Sabrina! He had to! He had to! He screamed in his madness… “Haahhhr Haahhhrrr! Let me have her! Let me have herrh!!!”
Manish, who understood English, heard Danny’s madness. He followed his gaze and understood. He said something loud to the villagers, who laughed out loud. Then, he spoke to Sabrina and taunted her…
“Hey, pretty! I think your friend here, he wants to have a fuck with you! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“Nooo! No! Please! Danny!!! No!!!! Danny!!!” Sabrina cried as she helplessly watched the men untying Danny, who immediately rushed at her as fast as his stiff and sore limbs allowed him to; his limbs were numb from spending hours in the same tied-up position.
Nina, amid her flat-on-ground exhaustion, looked on with horror as her boyfriend grabbed Sabrina, who screamed in shrill outrage as Danny positioned her on all fours and urgently punched his dick inside her vagina… She looked on, feeling nothing but disgust and contempt for him, as her ex-boyfriend gleefully started raping her best friend.
"Danny! Danny, no! Nooo! Stop, you can't!" Sabrina pleaded to no avail.
“HRRH! HRRHH!! HRRH!! HRR! HRRR! Ohh, Sabrina! hhrr! hrrr! hrrr! hrrr… I've been, hrrr, dreaming of this, hrrr, hrrr! Oh good God! This is so fucking good!”
Much to Nina's disgust and horror, Danny was turned into a rape beast and grunted like a wild boar with the occasional “Aahhrr! Sabrina!!!” amid his grunting while he very urgently pounded her girlfriend's friend doggy style on Indian soil. He firmly held her sore waist and kept drilling her sore pussy back and forth until he let out some wolfish howl and thrust himself as deep as he could as he exploded with four amazingly massive bolts of semen…
Danny’s entire being was a swollen dick that shot a shitload of cum inside Sabrina. Each pulsating burst of semen left him breathless and added a month to his lifespan, out of the sheer joy of finally fucking Sabrina. He had just raped her, but this was a small detail that barely registered in his madness.
Nina’s mind did register what she saw. Her relationship with Danny was over.
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Jenny was hoping that now, all the men had had their fun and some more. Hopefully, they would finally leave them to limp and somehow pick up their clothes, crawl to their car and hopefully leave this shit-hole of a place, but she was in for a surprise. Not the fun kind of surprise.
A dozen men were coming back from work in some factory that made cheap wallets and other vinyl products. They had heard the story and came running to the site where the party was being held. Men from the neighboring village got there too.
“AAahh! Nooo! Please! Don’t! No more… No more…” Sabrina exhaled and feebly protested as all these new men spotted her and many of them rushed at her while the other took her friends.
Sabrina was once more pinned on the ground and hammered vigorously in the missionary style by dirty Indians who growled their relief right in her face as they dumped their loads. One man after the other and after the other... All ages from 18 to 68...
Shankar, the gigantic strongman, decided that it was time for him to try Nina.
He knelt down, grabbed her slender hips and lifted her all the way off the ground as he began raping her, loving the jiggling splendor of her usually-aloof tits that would always be in tantalizing display as she strutted around in her false sense of safety; now her clock was set up straight with a reality check coming in with each and everyone of his deeply felt strokes.
Shankar, the strongest man in the village and all the nearby villages, shook her like a torn sail lost amid a hurricane; Nina’s head kept wildly bobbing in the arms of the men holding her sore arms. Her body was aching everywhere! But Shankar lived up to this great occasion! He kept mercilessly raping her, with slobber liberally dripping out of his pleasure-gaping mouth.
He lasted quite a while before he finally blew his load and the primal sound of his deep relief echoed against the nearby trees… To be heard in eternal silence by Chad's corpse, still tied up at that palmyra tree.
“HHHUHHUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGHnnnGGH!!!!”
Shankar left her, fully contented. This was really, really fucking good!
Nina had no more tears to cry as she received the slimy tribute inside her exhausted beauty.
The strong man went back home, quite content of his lovely day. Then, he broke out in tears as he suddenly remembered. His daughter was dead.
Jenny also remembered a dead loved one. She kept sobbing over Chad’s death while she was being used by the newcomers, who enjoyed her in different positions... Legs propped up with her feet dangling near an old man's face as he almost whooped like a monkey while inside her... From behind by some late-teenager... Nearly upside down as a man took her while standing between her legs while her head was senselessly bobbing near the ground amid the men who held her in position while playing with her tits...
She had the privilege to see Sabrina and Nina treated and tried on in the same variety of ways by men who kept coming and cumming with their mouth wide open.
Most of these men gave two loads each. It was quite a gigantic harvest of Indian cocks and sperm for the tourists.
As the men got truly tired, the party ended with a gigantic bukake event. Sabrina, Nina and Jenny were all kept standing on their knees and surrounded by a forest of dark dicks. It never stopped. The men pressure-masturbated themselves, using a “killer grip” and gave those girls the very last of their sludge. All three girls were almost entirely covered with cum that glistened under the lowering sun!
Sabrina's tits and Nina's lovely face were crowd-favorite targets. They were kept standing on their knees amid the dialect-speaking crowd, the prisoners and epicenters of one massive rejoicing... Dark faces and smiling teeth as all those poor men felt their liberating relief.
Sabrina had her mouth full with a cock as she pleasured another dirty man. Someone spewed a load on her forehead, then the cock she had in her mouth twitched and she suddenly also had a mouthful of seed. New cocks immediately took over.
It was the same cocks in their glorious dark mahogany, over, over, over and over again. More cum, and then some more. More men came from another nearby village... Sabrina’s pretty face was soon thickly coated under the perpetual shower of cum. Nina and Jenny shared her fate.
Some of the newly arrived men decided they too wanted to feel those white-girl pussies and ass-holes. So Sabrina once more found herself on all-fours, one man holding her waist as he viciously pounded her, his loud grounds sticking to each pore of her skin as he short-lived the rape and soon exploded in a gigantic, social-shattering flood of local sperm.
He was immediately replaced by his buddy, who raped Sabrina the same way, with the difference that he took hold of her wrists and pulled her arms hard behind her, using those pale arms a bit like reins for added leverage while his mahogany dick soon put some more spunk inside her overused pussy, while Nina was absolutely screaming from the pain of having one big fat man raping and rearranging her rectum. And Jenny was once again with her face on the rental car's hood, her butt the crowd's main attraction as all those fresher men took their turns inside her pussy or her ass while commenting on how great it felt to gang-rape foreigners, be they white or Chinese.
Another debate erupted. Chinese girls were the best! No it was the Briton girls! A fisticuff happened and was soon concluded, one of the men being a local boxing star who was in his way to turn pro; and he took his reward inside Sabrina's mouth.
The 19-year-old boxer, a featherweight, gently caressed Sabrina's hair as he face-fucked her and told her in his local language to take his dick throat-deep so she had something to remember from her trip to India. Sabrina would never forget the final growling he uttered and the taste of his semen as she swallowed.
Finally, after enjoying their collective finale to its last tiny drop, the men decided it was time to leave. Before they did so, ten of them lifted one side of the car and turned it over on its roof. They then poured some gas and set it ablaze with fire.
The green car burned with a great profusion of heat and generated a column of smoke. Sabrina saw them picking up her clothes and tossing them into the fire. Jenny’s, Nina’s, Danny’s and Chad’s clothes followed suit. The tourists were left just as naked as monkeys.
The local men kept the money they found. After all, being gang-fucked by South-Indians was a touristic attraction that cost money.
The girls and Danny all screamed with horror as they threw Chad’s corpse into the fire as well, mistakenly believing that this would make all traces of him disappear.
Sabrina, Jenny and Nina hugged each other and shook in spasmodic sobs. Jenny was wailing. Sabrina was cursing and Nina remained silent under the crushing exhaustion. None of them was strong enough to stand.
It was late afternoon, almost evening now. As the shadows grew in length, the snakes, king cobras among them, started slithering back into the clearing’s fringes. It was time to leave. The girls were so exhausted that they didn’t realize the danger they were in. Danny was ostracized. He sat alone and cried like a lost child. Their iPhones were long lost and were now but a distant notion.
***
Manish walked to the naked girls. He made them an offer they could not refuse. He offered them a ride in his manure truck; a ride back to their resort. He and Rahul would take them back to civilization. He said he was sorry, that what was done was done, but they could not remain here, where tigers hunted by night.
Sabrina and Nina went with Manish, tossed together on the passenger side, while Danny was given a “very comfortable ride” over the heap of manure due to the lack of space in the cabin.
Rahul insisted that he wanted to take Jenny and only Jenny in his truck.
Some of the villagers had filmed their exploits. Interracial gangbangs always sell well on PornHub, especially when it looks real. This time, it didn’t look real. It was real. PornHub was playing with fire, but this generated a lot of profits.
After taking a quick pee on the ground, Sabrina found herself leaning against Nina inside the truck cabin with Manish driving on the bumpy road. The sky was all in rose hues with the advancing dusk. A patch of clear sky looked like a tawny fire from Heaven.
Rahul was following in the other truck. At one point, he was no longer to be seen. He had parked the truck and was presently kissing and touching Jenny on every inch of her nude body. He spent more than a half hour getting familiar with her New Jersey geography.
Sabrina and Nina were far too gone to realize that Manish was not headed for the resort. He did reach the main highway, but he veered into the opposite direction.
He went to an old, primitive fireman’s hall, where he stopped his truck and bragged about “the nice catch” he was bringing to his buddies.
The Indian firemen came ablaze with lust in their eyes when they saw the girls. Already naked. Already overused. It didn’t matter to them. Almost none of them ever had sex with a white woman. The first thing they did was washing them using their fire hoses. Then, they helped themselves and enjoyed some Yankee pussy.
Sabrina and Nina were subjected to another round of forced sex. Sabrina got gang-raped on the fire chief’s desk, and raped deep and long and hard by the fifty-something man who kept yelling "Welcome to India!" in English, while Nina got bent over a pile of dirty equipment and used by five able young men, while others took their turns inside Sabrina once their chief was done with unloading his hot fun of pungent spunk.
Some time later, Rahul came with Jenny, who shared a very similar fate. The one difference was that she was used a lot more for forced fellatios and cum shots on her face. The men took a special liking for her pale features that looked so exotic to them.
All things must eventually come to an end. The three Yankee girls spent the night, free of charge, at the fire station, and the following day, the firemen handed them over to the police, who kept them in custody for two full weeks. The reader is free to imagine what the Indian policemen did to them during those two weeks. Needless to say, Sabrina and her friends got very very familiar with the smell and taste of Indian dicks.
Danny was rushed to a hospital in Bangalore with a severe case of poisoning. Spending the night on a heap of manure is usually not very good for one’s health. It becomes quite toxic. On top of that, Danny got bitten by a royal cobra when he managed to step down from that filthy truck during the night. He miraculously pulled through and survived. He was flown home. Nina nonetheless broke up with him for good; what he had done to Sabrina was unforgivable.
***
Back home in New Jersey, none of the girls ever made any mention of what they had been through. They tried to resume their former life, knowing that they would never be their old self again. Sabrina had severe breakdowns. Nina was faring better.
Jenny was faring even better; she joined a forum called Ravishu and took the name of DarkJennyBAAD. Writing rape fantasy stories proved surprisingly therapeutic for her.
As Sabrina was finally making progress in her recovery, the word got out that she and her friends Nina and Jenny were savagely gang-raped during their trip in India. Sabrina’s father had stumbled on a video on PorhHub that featured a very hot gangbang of Indians on white girls.
The 55-year-old man masturbated frantically to the images of that gorgeous girl who was getting repeatedly used by a great many brown-skinned men. He was passing his edge when he suddenly realized that he had been masturbating over his own flesh and blood. Sabrina! He wanted to stop, struck with horror, but it was too late...
He began crying as he experienced a truly titanic ejaculation with his mind forcing him to picture himself raping his own daughter doggy-style in a distant jungle. The basement of his home resonated with his painful cry of sexual relief mixed with life-altering sorrow. He would never look at his daughter the same way again. Sabrina felt it next time she came to visit. Nothing of it was ever said, but Sabrina grew more distant from her parents from this day on.
That case of attack on Western tourists gathered some attention in the medias. The authorities don’t like this sort of media heat, even though no mention was made of the rapes. It is bad for tourism. That village needed a reminder of who was boss. The policemen came in the dozens to hold an inquiry about that burnt car and the charred human remains found in it.
Many girls of the village were gang-raped by policemen. Men were arrested and trialed and jailed for raping foreign nationals. The elders were among them, as well as Shankar and some other prominent villagers.
Shankar’s wife was raped by the police, as well as her sister. Before being carried away into custody, the chief elder was forced to watch as fifteen policemen raped his daughter along with his 19-year-old granddaughters. These rapes did NOT receive any media coverage.
You can never escape fate.
The End.
This began a trend. Jenny was picked up, brought to the car and tossed right next to Sabrina in that same bent-over position, where she received an elderly man who couldn’t believe his good fortune as he felt her hips and bottom between his hands!
Nina was similarly tossed against the trunk and savagely used by a man who sounded and acted like the most degenerate mad-house escapee. All saw very plainly how diminutive Nina's figure was, even next to lovely Sabrina, now groaning like a tortured soul under the assaults of yet another ass rapist, who was actually more a boy than a man and had to remain on his toes to keep his young artillery at the right height.
There was a loud concert of “huh-huhh…” sounds that filled the place as all three girls got repeatedly filled up with cumshots upon cumshots by contented South-Indians. Most men were now enjoying the show and grinning as they made the motion of holding a girl by the waist and “huh-huh” her. They kept drinking beer and had their most wonderful party in years. That day was already set in local lore. Stories about it were already reaching the nearest village, already exaggerated.
The green car looked animated with a life of its own as all three girls kept giving immense joy to the long succession of second-wave rapists. The sentence came with an extra omph. Raping white foreigners was indeed a priceless thrill.
The debate was still raging on… Chinese girls had wonderful butts; a couple of months before, two Japanese tourists had been gang-raped in a village some 50 kilometers further south… Westerners brought a paleness of skin, a prestige that was in a class of its own. White girls always whimpered and protested with that special note of surprise in their tone. You could tell that deep down, they obstinately refused to acknowledge that this was really happening to them.
Sabrina was beyond sore in her shit-hole. She saw Nina being forced to kneel down, and that slim truck driver savagely entered her mouth. He used her long hair as handles and face-fucked her without any sort of restraint and uncaring about whether she could breathe or not. He pumped his flagpole inside her mouth and kept grunting away until he let out a primal roar of relief and Nina was forced to swallow the rancid-tasting goo he spewed deep into her throat.
The elderly man who was presently raping Sabrina’s ass saw this and thought this was a wonderful thing to do. He pulled out of her asshole, forced her to kneel down beside the car and gave her the life-altering taste of her own shit as he forced his polluted dick into her conquered mouth. Sabrina noticed two clear smears of shit on his cock as she was forced to engulf it.
Sabrina was on the brink of throwing up, yet she felt a surprising tinge of arousal from being used in such a degrading way by such an elderly man in such a setting as a remote place in rural India. She understood that deep down, she had taken that trip to India with an unconscious desire fantasy about this happening to her. But now she was living it for real and there wasn't much fun in it.
“Remember, you must be obedient!” the English-speaking trucker reminded them. “You must obey! Be good girls. No biting or your friend here, he will be killed, and we will cut your face and your mother no recognize you after! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
At any rate, the girls were far too exhausted to offer any sort of meaningful resistance. Jenny was spit-roasted and was weirdly glad that the guy rear-ending her was “only” raping her vaginally, and she was almost getting used to having her New Jersey yapper filled with South-Indian dick, almost... It felt like her sole purpose in life was to suck Indian dicks.
The man who was inside Jenny’s mouth was a filthy looking peasant with an unkempt beard, an impossibly dark face and at least 40 pounds of beer belly. He filled her ears with one long, inarticulate yell as he gleefully shot a massive load that she swallowed partly while the rest splattered her face as he pulled out.
Jenny could tell that the men were all getting tired and no longer had much cum left. Sabrina confusedly felt the same way. Nina wanted to die and was lying down on the dirt like a heap of overused female meat.
Danny looked at the scene and his eyes never left Sabrina’s legs and butt. He was raving mad! He had to fuck Sabrina! He had to! He had to! He screamed in his madness… “Haahhhr Haahhhrrr! Let me have her! Let me have herrh!!!”
Manish, who understood English, heard Danny’s madness. He followed his gaze and understood. He said something loud to the villagers, who laughed out loud. Then, he spoke to Sabrina and taunted her…
“Hey, pretty! I think your friend here, he wants to have a fuck with you! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“Nooo! No! Please! Danny!!! No!!!! Danny!!!” Sabrina cried as she helplessly watched the men untying Danny, who immediately rushed at her as fast as his stiff and sore limbs allowed him to; his limbs were numb from spending hours in the same tied-up position.
Nina, amid her flat-on-ground exhaustion, looked on with horror as her boyfriend grabbed Sabrina, who screamed in shrill outrage as Danny positioned her on all fours and urgently punched his dick inside her vagina… She looked on, feeling nothing but disgust and contempt for him, as her ex-boyfriend gleefully started raping her best friend.
"Danny! Danny, no! Nooo! Stop, you can't!" Sabrina pleaded to no avail.
“HRRH! HRRHH!! HRRH!! HRR! HRRR! Ohh, Sabrina! hhrr! hrrr! hrrr! hrrr… I've been, hrrr, dreaming of this, hrrr, hrrr! Oh good God! This is so fucking good!”
Much to Nina's disgust and horror, Danny was turned into a rape beast and grunted like a wild boar with the occasional “Aahhrr! Sabrina!!!” amid his grunting while he very urgently pounded her girlfriend's friend doggy style on Indian soil. He firmly held her sore waist and kept drilling her sore pussy back and forth until he let out some wolfish howl and thrust himself as deep as he could as he exploded with four amazingly massive bolts of semen…
Danny’s entire being was a swollen dick that shot a shitload of cum inside Sabrina. Each pulsating burst of semen left him breathless and added a month to his lifespan, out of the sheer joy of finally fucking Sabrina. He had just raped her, but this was a small detail that barely registered in his madness.
Nina’s mind did register what she saw. Her relationship with Danny was over.
***
Jenny was hoping that now, all the men had had their fun and some more. Hopefully, they would finally leave them to limp and somehow pick up their clothes, crawl to their car and hopefully leave this shit-hole of a place, but she was in for a surprise. Not the fun kind of surprise.
A dozen men were coming back from work in some factory that made cheap wallets and other vinyl products. They had heard the story and came running to the site where the party was being held. Men from the neighboring village got there too.
“AAahh! Nooo! Please! Don’t! No more… No more…” Sabrina exhaled and feebly protested as all these new men spotted her and many of them rushed at her while the other took her friends.
Sabrina was once more pinned on the ground and hammered vigorously in the missionary style by dirty Indians who growled their relief right in her face as they dumped their loads. One man after the other and after the other... All ages from 18 to 68...
Shankar, the gigantic strongman, decided that it was time for him to try Nina.
He knelt down, grabbed her slender hips and lifted her all the way off the ground as he began raping her, loving the jiggling splendor of her usually-aloof tits that would always be in tantalizing display as she strutted around in her false sense of safety; now her clock was set up straight with a reality check coming in with each and everyone of his deeply felt strokes.
Shankar, the strongest man in the village and all the nearby villages, shook her like a torn sail lost amid a hurricane; Nina’s head kept wildly bobbing in the arms of the men holding her sore arms. Her body was aching everywhere! But Shankar lived up to this great occasion! He kept mercilessly raping her, with slobber liberally dripping out of his pleasure-gaping mouth.
He lasted quite a while before he finally blew his load and the primal sound of his deep relief echoed against the nearby trees… To be heard in eternal silence by Chad's corpse, still tied up at that palmyra tree.
“HHHUHHUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGHnnnGGH!!!!”
Shankar left her, fully contented. This was really, really fucking good!
Nina had no more tears to cry as she received the slimy tribute inside her exhausted beauty.
The strong man went back home, quite content of his lovely day. Then, he broke out in tears as he suddenly remembered. His daughter was dead.
Jenny also remembered a dead loved one. She kept sobbing over Chad’s death while she was being used by the newcomers, who enjoyed her in different positions... Legs propped up with her feet dangling near an old man's face as he almost whooped like a monkey while inside her... From behind by some late-teenager... Nearly upside down as a man took her while standing between her legs while her head was senselessly bobbing near the ground amid the men who held her in position while playing with her tits...
She had the privilege to see Sabrina and Nina treated and tried on in the same variety of ways by men who kept coming and cumming with their mouth wide open.
Most of these men gave two loads each. It was quite a gigantic harvest of Indian cocks and sperm for the tourists.
As the men got truly tired, the party ended with a gigantic bukake event. Sabrina, Nina and Jenny were all kept standing on their knees and surrounded by a forest of dark dicks. It never stopped. The men pressure-masturbated themselves, using a “killer grip” and gave those girls the very last of their sludge. All three girls were almost entirely covered with cum that glistened under the lowering sun!
Sabrina's tits and Nina's lovely face were crowd-favorite targets. They were kept standing on their knees amid the dialect-speaking crowd, the prisoners and epicenters of one massive rejoicing... Dark faces and smiling teeth as all those poor men felt their liberating relief.
Sabrina had her mouth full with a cock as she pleasured another dirty man. Someone spewed a load on her forehead, then the cock she had in her mouth twitched and she suddenly also had a mouthful of seed. New cocks immediately took over.
It was the same cocks in their glorious dark mahogany, over, over, over and over again. More cum, and then some more. More men came from another nearby village... Sabrina’s pretty face was soon thickly coated under the perpetual shower of cum. Nina and Jenny shared her fate.
Some of the newly arrived men decided they too wanted to feel those white-girl pussies and ass-holes. So Sabrina once more found herself on all-fours, one man holding her waist as he viciously pounded her, his loud grounds sticking to each pore of her skin as he short-lived the rape and soon exploded in a gigantic, social-shattering flood of local sperm.
He was immediately replaced by his buddy, who raped Sabrina the same way, with the difference that he took hold of her wrists and pulled her arms hard behind her, using those pale arms a bit like reins for added leverage while his mahogany dick soon put some more spunk inside her overused pussy, while Nina was absolutely screaming from the pain of having one big fat man raping and rearranging her rectum. And Jenny was once again with her face on the rental car's hood, her butt the crowd's main attraction as all those fresher men took their turns inside her pussy or her ass while commenting on how great it felt to gang-rape foreigners, be they white or Chinese.
Another debate erupted. Chinese girls were the best! No it was the Briton girls! A fisticuff happened and was soon concluded, one of the men being a local boxing star who was in his way to turn pro; and he took his reward inside Sabrina's mouth.
The 19-year-old boxer, a featherweight, gently caressed Sabrina's hair as he face-fucked her and told her in his local language to take his dick throat-deep so she had something to remember from her trip to India. Sabrina would never forget the final growling he uttered and the taste of his semen as she swallowed.
Finally, after enjoying their collective finale to its last tiny drop, the men decided it was time to leave. Before they did so, ten of them lifted one side of the car and turned it over on its roof. They then poured some gas and set it ablaze with fire.
The green car burned with a great profusion of heat and generated a column of smoke. Sabrina saw them picking up her clothes and tossing them into the fire. Jenny’s, Nina’s, Danny’s and Chad’s clothes followed suit. The tourists were left just as naked as monkeys.
The local men kept the money they found. After all, being gang-fucked by South-Indians was a touristic attraction that cost money.
The girls and Danny all screamed with horror as they threw Chad’s corpse into the fire as well, mistakenly believing that this would make all traces of him disappear.
Sabrina, Jenny and Nina hugged each other and shook in spasmodic sobs. Jenny was wailing. Sabrina was cursing and Nina remained silent under the crushing exhaustion. None of them was strong enough to stand.
It was late afternoon, almost evening now. As the shadows grew in length, the snakes, king cobras among them, started slithering back into the clearing’s fringes. It was time to leave. The girls were so exhausted that they didn’t realize the danger they were in. Danny was ostracized. He sat alone and cried like a lost child. Their iPhones were long lost and were now but a distant notion.
***
Manish walked to the naked girls. He made them an offer they could not refuse. He offered them a ride in his manure truck; a ride back to their resort. He and Rahul would take them back to civilization. He said he was sorry, that what was done was done, but they could not remain here, where tigers hunted by night.
Sabrina and Nina went with Manish, tossed together on the passenger side, while Danny was given a “very comfortable ride” over the heap of manure due to the lack of space in the cabin.
Rahul insisted that he wanted to take Jenny and only Jenny in his truck.
Some of the villagers had filmed their exploits. Interracial gangbangs always sell well on PornHub, especially when it looks real. This time, it didn’t look real. It was real. PornHub was playing with fire, but this generated a lot of profits.
After taking a quick pee on the ground, Sabrina found herself leaning against Nina inside the truck cabin with Manish driving on the bumpy road. The sky was all in rose hues with the advancing dusk. A patch of clear sky looked like a tawny fire from Heaven.
Rahul was following in the other truck. At one point, he was no longer to be seen. He had parked the truck and was presently kissing and touching Jenny on every inch of her nude body. He spent more than a half hour getting familiar with her New Jersey geography.
Sabrina and Nina were far too gone to realize that Manish was not headed for the resort. He did reach the main highway, but he veered into the opposite direction.
He went to an old, primitive fireman’s hall, where he stopped his truck and bragged about “the nice catch” he was bringing to his buddies.
The Indian firemen came ablaze with lust in their eyes when they saw the girls. Already naked. Already overused. It didn’t matter to them. Almost none of them ever had sex with a white woman. The first thing they did was washing them using their fire hoses. Then, they helped themselves and enjoyed some Yankee pussy.
Sabrina and Nina were subjected to another round of forced sex. Sabrina got gang-raped on the fire chief’s desk, and raped deep and long and hard by the fifty-something man who kept yelling "Welcome to India!" in English, while Nina got bent over a pile of dirty equipment and used by five able young men, while others took their turns inside Sabrina once their chief was done with unloading his hot fun of pungent spunk.
Some time later, Rahul came with Jenny, who shared a very similar fate. The one difference was that she was used a lot more for forced fellatios and cum shots on her face. The men took a special liking for her pale features that looked so exotic to them.
All things must eventually come to an end. The three Yankee girls spent the night, free of charge, at the fire station, and the following day, the firemen handed them over to the police, who kept them in custody for two full weeks. The reader is free to imagine what the Indian policemen did to them during those two weeks. Needless to say, Sabrina and her friends got very very familiar with the smell and taste of Indian dicks.
Danny was rushed to a hospital in Bangalore with a severe case of poisoning. Spending the night on a heap of manure is usually not very good for one’s health. It becomes quite toxic. On top of that, Danny got bitten by a royal cobra when he managed to step down from that filthy truck during the night. He miraculously pulled through and survived. He was flown home. Nina nonetheless broke up with him for good; what he had done to Sabrina was unforgivable.
***
Back home in New Jersey, none of the girls ever made any mention of what they had been through. They tried to resume their former life, knowing that they would never be their old self again. Sabrina had severe breakdowns. Nina was faring better.
Jenny was faring even better; she joined a forum called Ravishu and took the name of DarkJennyBAAD. Writing rape fantasy stories proved surprisingly therapeutic for her.
As Sabrina was finally making progress in her recovery, the word got out that she and her friends Nina and Jenny were savagely gang-raped during their trip in India. Sabrina’s father had stumbled on a video on PorhHub that featured a very hot gangbang of Indians on white girls.
The 55-year-old man masturbated frantically to the images of that gorgeous girl who was getting repeatedly used by a great many brown-skinned men. He was passing his edge when he suddenly realized that he had been masturbating over his own flesh and blood. Sabrina! He wanted to stop, struck with horror, but it was too late...
He began crying as he experienced a truly titanic ejaculation with his mind forcing him to picture himself raping his own daughter doggy-style in a distant jungle. The basement of his home resonated with his painful cry of sexual relief mixed with life-altering sorrow. He would never look at his daughter the same way again. Sabrina felt it next time she came to visit. Nothing of it was ever said, but Sabrina grew more distant from her parents from this day on.
That case of attack on Western tourists gathered some attention in the medias. The authorities don’t like this sort of media heat, even though no mention was made of the rapes. It is bad for tourism. That village needed a reminder of who was boss. The policemen came in the dozens to hold an inquiry about that burnt car and the charred human remains found in it.
Many girls of the village were gang-raped by policemen. Men were arrested and trialed and jailed for raping foreign nationals. The elders were among them, as well as Shankar and some other prominent villagers.
Shankar’s wife was raped by the police, as well as her sister. Before being carried away into custody, the chief elder was forced to watch as fifteen policemen raped his daughter along with his 19-year-old granddaughters. These rapes did NOT receive any media coverage.
You can never escape fate.
The End.
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Re: Wrong Turn In Southern India
Interracial rape was always prominent in my fantasies since puberty. I got aware of this when I watched Gone With The Wind for the first time. Very naturally, without even trying, I pictured a slave revolt where Scarlett O'Hara got gang-raped by the black men she owned with her husband watching. This was one of my favorite fantasies for a long time; it dethroned Princess Leia getting raped by Gamorrean guards in front of Jabba the Hut with Han Solo forced to watch.Claire wrote: Sun Apr 13, 2025 11:57 pm I think that, as always, you manage your fairly large cast of characters really well. That is truly not easy to do. I want to ask you something and I hope you don't take the question the wrong way. What's the appeal of the interracial theme for you? It is so prominent in your writing. I'm not judging, it just isn't something I care about personally. What draws me to your stories is usually the sheer scale of the scenarios you come up with and the love for historical settings that shines through your work, though this particular story is of course an exception to that. But it gives your stories a unique identity.
That is a rule there? Wow... I get not allowing rape fantasy at all when that is not what you want your community to be about but allowing only "enjoyable rape" feels so odd to me. If you truly worry that depictions of rape in fictional writing might be problematic in one way or another would you then not be especially suspicious of those that downplay the severity of rape? I have a hard time wrapping my head around the thought process that lead to that rule.HistBuff wrote: Sun Apr 13, 2025 11:31 pm
Those "raped yet lustfully moaning" moments come from a bad habit that I took on Literotica where it is required that the victim experience a degree of pleasure.
What fascinates me is the way it shows, in a very deep and primal way, the absolute toppling of social order and hierarchy. The slaves, the lower men, suddenly become the masters and they rape the lovely, graceful Milady after stripping her out of her fancy dress. This is mostly why you see a lot of this in my stories.
Literotica allows non-consensual, but with provisions because most of the users and readers there aren't fans of this at all, so they want to placate the mainstreamers while still catering to the minority of readers who do like that kind of stories. Lots of users there will say rape in a story is bad taste, so I take it they don't have those fantasies, otherwise they would understand.
I now only write in French on Literotica because the rules are applied far more loosely in the French space. In French I can almost completely disregard the rule about the girl having to experience pleasure. My sentences flow a bit better in French too, since this is my first language.
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Re: Wrong Turn In Southern India
So now the final part...
First of all, I thought it was good that there weren't any moments where it seemed like the women were enjoying it. I think you slipped back into your habit once, but otherwise, it was much more authentic—a really hard gang rape, which you describe in great detail.
By the way, I think the interracial theme fits very well here, and in a way, it's a cliché that black and white gangbangs are even more popular than "normal" ones.
As you said, it's easy to put yourself in the shoes of a tourist, and there are many countries where violent rapes are not uncommon.
So, I really liked the story, even if it doesn't offer much of a plot. However, I found it a bit too drawn out at the end. The fire station and the revenge that the women of the village, Shankar's wife, and her sister, are now also raped, were unnecessary. In the end, there was simply a lot of information, but it was also a kind of flood of information. Perhaps the first rescue we imagined would have been the better outcome.
First of all, I thought it was good that there weren't any moments where it seemed like the women were enjoying it. I think you slipped back into your habit once, but otherwise, it was much more authentic—a really hard gang rape, which you describe in great detail.
By the way, I think the interracial theme fits very well here, and in a way, it's a cliché that black and white gangbangs are even more popular than "normal" ones.
As you said, it's easy to put yourself in the shoes of a tourist, and there are many countries where violent rapes are not uncommon.
So, I really liked the story, even if it doesn't offer much of a plot. However, I found it a bit too drawn out at the end. The fire station and the revenge that the women of the village, Shankar's wife, and her sister, are now also raped, were unnecessary. In the end, there was simply a lot of information, but it was also a kind of flood of information. Perhaps the first rescue we imagined would have been the better outcome.
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Re: Wrong Turn In Southern India
I think the ending felt a bit rushed and I would have liked to see you spent some more time on Danny's betrayal, especially the aftermath when the three of them are alone again. But overall a good story! It has that unique HistBuff style that anybody would be able to recognize after having read at least one of your stories. How do you yourself view this story compared to your other stories? It must seem almost small in comparison, right? I gave my rating of the first post an upgrade. 
My stories: Claire's Cesspool of Sin
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Re: Wrong Turn In Southern India
Thanks! I remember rushing the ending at the time, because I wasn't really into it anymore and only wanted to wrap it up and write something more like my usual stuff. I think that's when I started the Mongolian bandit story. Thanks for the kind words!Claire wrote: Thu Apr 17, 2025 12:33 pm I think the ending felt a bit rushed and I would have liked to see you spent some more time on Danny's betrayal, especially the aftermath when the three of them are alone again. But overall a good story! It has that unique HistBuff style that anybody would be able to recognize after having read at least one of your stories. How do you yourself view this story compared to your other stories? It must seem almost small in comparison, right? I gave my rating of the first post an upgrade.