Red Sunset

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Chapter 24: The Forest Gets Eerie

Private William Holmes had kept running from the farm, going even faster when he heard the gunshots worryingly close to him. He had been swallowed by the woods and kept going, his young stamina serving him well.

Finding a small clearing, William sat on a fallen dead tree and began to think. Then he heard a life-threatening click, the sound of a rifle against a branch.

"Oh, it's you, William!" said a familiar voice. Lance Corporal Johnny Armstrong walked into the clearing and pat him on the shoulder, knowing that seeing him alone didn't bode well for Corporal Baxter and the others. Armstrong knew William would never have run away and leave the squad behind.

"Dead."

Armstrong nodded and hugged the young Private. "Bad news from the town, Will. I narrowly escaped the massacre and ran as fast as I could."

"That makes two of us."

"The whole brigade, maybe the entire Czech Division has turned Red! They took us by surprise and overran the town. Right now they're fucking daughters and wives in town and we won't have them on our backs for a while, but the local peasants are hunting us down all over the country. Do you have food on you? I have some Oxo cubes.

"I took some smoked ham in the farm house where the others were killed, by peasants. Just let me catch my breath and we're off. Happy not to be alone!"

"Makes two of us, like you said, lad! We need to warn the others in Birsk! The front is broken and the rearward soldiers must retreat and set a new frontline. We need to evacuate our field nurses stationed there! If we make it and save them, we'll both be Sergeants!"

"Birsk? That's over 50 miles! Through the forest!"

"That's why we need to get going now! The boys over there will be overrun if we don't get there first!"

"All right, but at least we have a full day's start on them. They won't get started before tomorrow, and possibly may well tarry longer in Belyyfontan."

"They might have cavalry scouting in front of them, so move it, William!"

It was the start of an endless walk through trails they didn't know, using the sun and the time on their wristwatch to know where to go east. They kept advancing in the general direction of Brisk, where 300 British personnel were stationed, and a small contingent of nurses in the field hospital treated wounded British and Czech soldiers who were all ignorant of the sudden turn of event that was now threatening their safety.

They walked as fast as they could, through the forest and uneven terrain, and slopes guarded by tall pines, until nightfall.

In their bivouac, the soldiers dug a Polynesian fire where they heated a cube of Oxo beef broth for the two of them.

"We better go get some sleep right now, lad. I'll stand the first watch, so go get some shut-eye, young man!"

A couple hours later, Armstrong woke up William and turned in.

The lad remained alone, sitting near the dead fire and listening to the eerie sounds. The forest was full of night wildlife. Wolves howled at the moon somewhere afar. Little animals were trotting nearby. William hugged himself in his field blanket, happy to have it against the cold night.

He began to think about what he had done that day. Maybe he deserved to die. What had he done so special to be spared? He had got lucky. Or it was Providence who had spared him so he could make up for the evil he had done to Esther and Violet, by warning the boys in Birsk and preventing something horrible to happen. He thought of the nurses, who were counting on soldiers like him to keep them safe.

He tried to stop thinking of the nurses, but it was no use. His mind kept picturing what would happen if the Bolshevik Czechs arrived at Birsk and overran the British camp. And the field hospital. These nurses were all between twenty and perhaps twenty-eight years of age. He had lost his virginity screaming inside Esther while holding her well-shaped buttocks, and he kept thinking of the nurses and their red-cross uniforms, and what those bad Czechs would do with them.

"God! Forgive me, for I've sinned!" William whispered as he broke down in tears, horrified at what he had done, horrified by his thoughts.

"Don't be so harsh on yourself, soldier," a heavenly voice said near him as he felt a dainty hand on his shoulder. He must have fallen asleep during his watch! He had to be dreaming!

The girl who presently sat by him was too pretty to be real, and what was she doing here, deep in this wilderness?

"To err is human," the girl said in flawless English, which puzzled him perhaps even more. What the deuce an English girl was doing here deep in Ural? She was about his own age, or perhaps one or two years younger. At the moonlight, he saw her face plainly. Her features were sweet and her hair was probably medium brown, bobbed. She wore a travel dress without a coat and weirdly enough, the night's chill didn't seem to bother her.

"I'm Nadia, or Nadyezhda if you prefer," she said, her voice a music that already had him under her spell.

"Hh who are you? Are you an angel?"

"Maybe. I'm here to comfort you. And there's something you can do for me. I've never been loved by a boy of my own age. The only lover I ever had was old enough to be my father, and now I want this from you! (pointing at his crotch)

"and, this..."

The girl moved forward, and before William knew what was happening, she kissed him. Her lips met his and it felt weird! And yet delightful, in the way you eat a birthday cake that's way too cold, and yet it's good and sweet. She felt eerily cold against him, more like a dead body than a living girl. Fright took him, but there was warmth in the very way she kept kissing him, her little tongue meeting him, heat against cold, and yet there was fire in the feelings she expressed. William felt more fascinated than scared. This was his very first kiss with a girl!

Was she a girl? What was she?

"Ooh, you have warmth! You have strength! I've followed my ex-lover all the way to these parts, but found he was no good. He's an evil man who has betrayed my kind! But you are a good man, a young man with hot hands! And I want you to undress me and run these hands all around me. Give me life! Make me alive again, for I am lonely! I'm like a dead girl in an unmarked grave!"

"wh-- Where did you learn English?!" William blurted out.

"Shhht. Don't wake up the other. I don't want an older man! I only want you, a lad! Now please, let's go a bit farther away..."

The mysterious maiden led him by the hand to a place behind nearby trees, and William grew afraid as he couldn't see Armstrong anymore and was now alone with this... this being. And yet he felt attracted to her. He kissed her again and ran his fingers through her hair, which he found ghastly cold, like the rest of her.

"Let me kiss death as a bride!"

These words slithered through his mind as he remembered a play he had seen back home. He was a fascinated prisoner in her small arms. She was far from being tall and he felt the modest shapes of her breasts against him as he kept kissing this eerie being who had all the appearances of a girl, with silver-pale skin under the moon. He hugged her very tenderly and she kissed him with even more passion, laughing as their noses met.

"Take my clothes off and do all you please with me, please! Give me your life! Each young man I made a pass at has run in fright! Be brave and please, fuck me! Long, good and hard! I want a boy my own age! You have no idea what it means to me!"

Where did she learn so good English? She kept kissing him as she spoke and gently nudged him to the ground where her diminutive size was more level with his taller frame. William realized that his hand was on her bosom. He felt the soft roundness of her breast through his hand and he felt that she felt how much he wanted to make love, to take his time and really make love to this girl whose skin was as white and cold as an un-dead being. Could she be... a vampiress? Like LeFanu's Carmilla?

He had raped, and thus he deserved death. "So let's die making love!" he heard himself whisper as he began to unbutton her travel dress, which looked solid gray against her silver-white skin, under the cold moonlight.

"Yes! I want you to die! Inside me! I have acceptable breasts, after all I was just eighteen! Suck them all you like! Oohh, yes! Kiss my cleavage... Yes! I'm your special Nadyezhda! The Merry one! Hmmmm love how you kiss my skin! This is going to be a good fuck!"

William was lost in a paradise of girl skin! He no longer minded the cold of her as he feverishly kissed her cleavage while undoing the lower buttons, and suddenly he faced her and pushed her loosened dress off her shoulders... He thus gained his first look at the naked bosom of a girl who wanted him.

Nadia had breasts full of healthy fat. Perky in a nice full way, with gentle nipples and perfect areolas waiting for his love. Her well-shaped orbs matched the baby fat in her face as she smiled at him. A girl topless facing a fully dressed man always looks vulnerable, and such was also her case, perhaps even more so due to the mystery shrouding her being.

"Do you like them?" she said, in the same way Elizabeth his elder sister had said to Arthur his brother when he spied on them and witnessed the unreal scene where Arthur kissed and sucked Eliza's perky tits, revealed through the unthinkable opening of her blouse! The girl wore no corset, and neither did Eliza on that night where their mother was gone to prison to visit his father, who was detained for a gem he had not stolen.

"Do you like them?" she asked again, her voice becoming one with his sister's as he found himself like a milk-sucking baby, enjoying the unreal opening of her grey-looking dress under the moon while regretting not having showed himself to Eliza, knowing that his sister would probably have accepted an incestuous threesome where she'd have taken him in her mouth after swallowing Arthur's semen. Eliza seemed to allow anything that wouldn't get her pregnant.

The mysterious girl was moaning almost silently as she ran alive fingers through his hair. "Yes... Oh, yes! I'm--glad you like my tits. They're nothing special after all!"

William wanted more! All of her! He pushed her down until she let herself be laid on the forest ground as he further lowered her dress until he was slobbering her slightly fat belly around her navel, and then her moaning intensified as he found himself kissing her muff of intimate hair. She was as cold as death and she might just as well grow sharp canines and suck his blood any second, but he accepted death like a well-deserved fate, and a form of liberation from the weight of his evil deeds and thoughts. But he thought of eternal damnation and grew afraid again.

He realized his tongue was inside her and she was moaning loud and clear with each stroke of his boyish tongue, as he pleasured her randomly like the novice he was. She kept running her fingers through his hair while he learned she tasted just as good as she looked. She had a peculiar smell of fresh earth. And her skin was soft. So soft! Like a dead lily.

"Please please! Take me! Like a man! Any way you want! On top of me. Or with me on my hands and knees! You'll see I have a nice bottom! Or one after the other, because you're so young and full of life! Sperm is life! So give me plenty!"

William kissed every inch of her chilly-soft legs as he finished undressing her, realizing she wore nothing under her travel dress, not even a light petticoat. Weird! She had grey eyes that could be blue in daylight, matching her dress. He also realized she wore no shoes, no socks and he kissed her cold feet while caressing her ankles. The sight and feel of her feet made him as hard as a breeding stallion!

Before he knew it, he was on top of her and he uttered one beast of a savage groan as he penetrated her and felt the chilling grip of her pussy, and he shuddered. He wanted out, but she wrapped her legs tightly around him and moaned into his ear...

"Aaaaaaah yeasss! Make me yours! I wanna be your girl! Your own Nadyezhda! Yes! Yes! Breed me!" the cold girl said as he began to instinctively pound her deep in regular strokes, giving her all his heat and desire, fucking her as he intensely thought of his sister Eliza and the erotic sight of her breasts! Eliza was also a nice-looking brunette, perhaps a bit like this mystery girl, but with a warmer complexion, with a tender figure, albeit taller and skinnier, and there was something impertinent in her slightly pointed breasts, while this silvery-moonlight girl had nothing but unreal grace and fullness in her own breasts.

A prisoner of her lust, William wanted to prop himself up on his arms and watch her breasts dance to his strokes, but she kept him wrapped so tightly inside her legs that it was impossible. He buried his face into the nape of her neck and loved the earthly scent of her hair, with the bizarre impression that she had no scent per se and it was him who was making it up. The tight prison of her was very real, and so were her motions under him! And her ever-present moans as she kept running her hands in his hair. He loved this raw act of fucking this strange girl in the forest, among the ferns, overlooked by the tall pines.

"aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH Elizaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" William exploded, fantasizing he was filling up his elder sister as he filled up the mystery girl.

After he remained in her arms for the longest time, William finally managed to break free. He sat and saw a man, a crouching man who had been watching them!

Lance Corporal Armstrong sprung out of his hiding place, and before the naked girl had time to do anything, he was upon her!

"So bloody young! She's so bloody young!" Armstrong said as he flipped her around, ignoring her protests and soon he had her on all fours and held her hips. She did not resist and had stopped protesting, perhaps feeling that Armstrong was handsome enough for her liking, or perhaps she was just too far gone in her pleasure to refuse him.

"Haaaa, so bloody young!" Armstrong thundered as he penetrated her after dropping his trousers, and he proceeded to mount her with a violence that echoed against the silent trees, joined there in echo by her own moaning cries! She now sounded almost like a wounded animal. But she was in intense pleasure, and she clearly didn't mind showing her buttocks to this older man!

William watched the intercourse and couldn't believe how lovely her butt looked! She had full curves with a crack that made them look aristocratic. The beauty of her youthful curves made Armstrong painfully stiff inside her as he kept hammering deep and unrestrained. "So bloody young! So bloody young!" he went on, colliding with her flesh again again and again in this fiesta where he took a girl he had never hoped for.

"Aaaa iii iiii iii aaaaa yes yeesss yess yyess AHHHH YESSSSSS!" the girl uttered as she began to shiver! William realized what was happening.

Armstrong shouted like a dying man and swore to the glory of his Big Ben hard cock as he filled up Nadyezhda with his own personal England and gave her the hottest form of international diplomacy as she rested her head on the earth and received his sauce while resting on her elbows and showing both men the protruding fullness of her curves.

William was already hard again from watching the sweet orgy of collisions between Armstrong and her youth to die for. He replaced the grown man and gave Nadia the full benefit of his own youth as she once more received an English cock on all fours, moaning like a deflowered vestal.

Both soldiers made love to the death-white girl the whole night through. Armstrong felt frightened when she sucked his cock and he found no heat inside her mouth. He pulled out and preferred to masturbate while watching the youngster make a feast of kissing and caressing her legs and feet, then he witnessed the surreal scene where the brave boy allowed the ghastly girl to take him inside her mouth! She clearly was dying to suck a boy's cock.

Nadia was about just as pretty as an eighteen year-old girl next door, but her pale face looked a lot more erotic as she madly opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to lick William's manhood in little slurping sounds, giving him a silvery spit-polish under the bright moon as she worked his full length, with the hungry eyes of a girl doing this for the very first time.

"A boy my age! At last!" she whispered as her tongue kept meeting Will's most intimate veins! One hand on his thigh to keep her kneeling balance while the other dainty hand kept a loving hold around his base with her fingers gently massaging his balls. William was grunting and caressing her brown hair with growing frenzy as the pressure went up fast under her insisting tongue. She would kiss his penis, then her cold tongue would circle its head and then she would engulf it and take it as deep as it would go! Then back and forth as her head would bob along it with her mad-love motions!

William detonated! He pulled out of her and gave her face a hot blanket of orgasmic stickiness. The pungent smell filled the air around her.

Mad with lust from watching this, Armstrong rushed at the girl and grabbed her into lying down on the ground, where he avidly sucked her tits!

"So bloody young! So bloody jolly young lady! Young lady! I love your tits! Oh yeah, I love them!" he uttered like a sex lunatic as he engulfed one of her tits in his mouth, giving heat to the moaning girl as he fulfilled his deep fantasy, like the typical man in his mid-life picturing the naked tits of a maiden he sees walking down a busy street in London. Nearly all men keep craving such a young pair of tits until their dying day.

"Aaahhh yes! Those titties! Pale nipples! Circles that tastes like the sugar of life!" he mumbled as he slobbered the tips of Nadia's tits. "Now, young lady! Now!" he added as he felt the stiff empire of his lust down there. He grew very impatient to punish her with his cock.

He moved higher on top of her, kissed her dead girl's lips and didn't mind her chilly lips as he further moved himself and she kissed him back and opened her legs wider to help his entry inside her, and she yelped and let out a hot moan of graveyard fire when the penetration occurred.

William watched as the girl got hammered into the earth at the foot of a tall pine, her moans reaching the dark forest's canopy and the scudding clouds high up above, and she wrapped her legs around Armstrong, and William looked at her small feet where she crossed her ankles atop her lover, and he saw the earth blackening the soles of her delicate feet as she moaned on under Armstrong's barrage of grunting love.

This weird girl was so steaming hot, with her feet! Such lovely little feet where all her essence seemed to be summarized in the way she flexed them as she tightened the seal of her legs around Armstrong and let out another series of her deflowered vestal's whimpers as her entire body shuddered in what was clearly a climax!

William yelled, "Oh girl!" and brandishing his stiff cock, he went right at her, right where her feet and her crossed ankles put the finishing touch to this erotic scene where Armstrong was having the high time of his mid-thirties and began to moan as he kept giving life to her pussy!

The youngster rubbed his cock on Nadyezhda's feet and began to masturbate like a mental case! He eventually rushed his throbbing thing between her feet, feeling their tenderness mixed with the earth on her soles, and both men grunted together, one deep inside her and passing his edge, the other using her feet as a paradise sport!

Nadyezhda received twice the heat at once when both men roared and shuddered! Armstrong's rush of sperm filled her up deep inside, while William's spurting load bathed her feet with a world of male heat! She smiled as she received their loving tribute.

The trio remained like that until dawn. Armstrong gave the same madman's tribute of kissing and licking to her young ass, the same as he had given her breasts, while William licked all the dirt off her feet. Nadia wasn't a normal girl and the night's cold didn't bother her, but she was absolutely a girl in the way she loved the loving attention she was getting.

The rosy dawn found both men masturbating one last time over her breasts until they spewed the load her youth truly deserved.

Then they wiped their cocks using dead leaves and looked back at her, but she had vanished! The golden bed of birch leaves she was lying on a moment before was still right there, but it was empty.

Both soldiers looked at each other.

Armstrong was the first to speak: "We've spent the night with her, both of us. I saw her. You saw her too!"

"Yes. I fucked her, and you shagged her too."

"Yes. Multiple times over. And it was so bloody good!"

"Yes. We made love with... with a surreal girl!"

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Chapter 25: The Forest Gets Rainy

While John Armstrong and William Holmes were finishing their corned beef and biscuits breakfast, it started to rain. The rain turned into a downpour as they marched on. Ere long, they were cold and soaking wet.

"A pity we left our trench coats over there," Armstrong said, panting as he walked fast to try keeping himself warm. "We need to find shelter or we'll freeze and become ghosts!"

"Yes, Lance Corporal! I'm keen for a shelter!"

They walked on, hoping the rain would abate, but if anything, the downpour intensified!

"Bloody affair! We can't see more than twenty yards ahead in this soup!" William said.

"Here, there's a giant pine. Let's go and sit there. Its branches will at least give us some shelter.

As they reached the pine, they felt they weren't alone. Both men had hoped to see the mystery girl again, all their thoughts haunted by her, but when the rain had turned into a violent storm, they had only thought of the wet cold making their field-shirt stick to their torso, and finding a shelter.

There she was when they least expected her!

She was barefoot, her delicate figure leaning on the antique tree under its gigantic branches, her white dress wet, her brown hair bobbed and soaking wet, water dripping off its strands, where she looked at them with blue eyes that looked almost grey under the storm's half darkness.

"I know a shelter. Follow me!" the girl said as she took William's hand.

She led both soldiers along a winding trail, her feet brown with mud as the rain kept raging on the trio as they slowly walked through the forest where the half-naked birches offered ghastly pale trunks and branches where some golden leaves looked a sickly yellow as they clung for dear life under the rain, with taller pines that seemed to frown on them. They were now climbing a steep hill.

Something massive was in front of them. A granite wall. And a broken door of rotten wood. She led them inside.

Both men felt relieved as they stood inside what looked like a ruined castle. It was a high-vaulted room that had them thinking this could also be a church or perhaps a monastery, with a high arched roof where bats no doubt had found a home. Rain found a way down some sections near the walls, but most of the room was sheltered. William spotted a couple of rusty armors standing a lonely watch along the cold granite wall, with cobwebs as wrapping companions to their pointy steel helmets and rusty chain-mail still hanging there over shadow where a man had vanished into emptiness centuries ago.

"Welcome to my summer house!" the girl jested, and laughed. "At least, we're safe from the rain here! Ooh I'm so cold! And I'm alone with two soldiers... You know what happens to a girl who's alone with soldiers, don't you?"

As she spoke, both men were enthralled by her voice and figure, gazing at her, William at her bare feet, as she slowly walked near the rusty armors. The water made her travel dress look dark blue, and yet they could swear they had seen her in a white dress when she first appeared at the foot of the giant pine. Her bobbed hair looked positively dark, for it was so wet. As she stopped near the armor, they gazed at her figure and loved how her wet dress hugged her small body. They could see her hips were full and her waist had a layer of healthy fat that caused her breasts to display just the right amount to make them full and perky!

Basking in their gaze, the wet lady smiled and put a caressing hand on the nearest armor. Her bare feet looked bright white under her wet dress, against its dark blue, against the shadows and the brooding granite wall—where a present-day maiden met a long-gone knight, now a rusty carcass with its helmet wrapped in cobwebs.

"I was once the daughter of a powerful ruler," she said, her voice echoing high against the vaulted ceiling and mingling with the cascading rain-water near the far wall, this while she smiled and stood as tall as her petite figure would allow, arching her back and causing her breasts to ride high under her wet dress as if her whole figure said "come and get me".

Both men moved silently toward her, in almost a predatory manner. They knew she wanted this to happen. They advanced on, their lust getting stiff under their rained-on trousers while she gazed back at them, facing them, always smiling where she stood in her wet dress, where her whole figure seemed to be waiting for their love.

As Armstrong reached the maiden after dropping his steel helmet on the granite floor, he grabbed her wet dress and ripped it wide open! "Aaaaahrrrrrr!" he grunted before kissing her suddenly there breasts and pressed his face against their cold wetness, feeling her nipples standing hard and wet against his face, the cold within her being now scientifically explained by the rain outside. But what the deuce was she doing there by herself?

He then licked rain water off her nipples! While she moaned loud and high under the alcove where she stood, with him stooping down to feast upon her bared bosom. While the rain kept raging outside and found its way in some parts of the castle room, where small cascades stormed down from thirty feet, forming the wet background of the love scene where a grown man was sucking the breasts of a maiden! While a lad in wet khaki removed his Tommy's steel helmet and knelt down where he kissed her bare feet in some sort of religious zeal! For he wanted her so much! Each kiss on her pretty little feet gave more steam to his mad desire. She was going to get well fucked! She was asking for it.

"Yes! Yes! Oooh yes! Take me, my raging bulls!" the maiden said while Armstrong kept sucking the wet cold out of her breasts, his cock stiff mad from the freshly done act of baring her tits, while William got lost in his act of love at her feet, warming them both with feverish tongue strokes and kisses galore!

Armstrong grunted again as he violently pulled down both halves of her torn dress along her white arms, basking in the surreal view of her naked bust as she looked back at him with sex-crazy eyes.

Moving the lad out of the way, the Lance Corporal tried to ignore the girl's eerie cold as he pushed her dark dress up her legs and found she wore nothing under it. No petticoat! He bared her thighs by pushing the wet fabric mass all the way up to her waist. Then he pinned the mad-moaning girl against the wall and through his sheer act of violent desire, the penetration occurred and she yelped.

"Yes!"

The young lady moaned, "Aaaah yes! Fucked!" and she hugged Armstrong and wrapped her small legs around him, making him his captured knight as he made her his own captured girl. He fucked her without restrain against the antique granite wall, right beside the rusty armour as the girl's moans joined the echoing cascades of rain water, as he felt her wild waist under his hands and kissed her neck, his face pressed into her wet hair, where he also felt her cheek, her skin cold and damp, as they shared their savage act of pure sex!

"Yes! Against the wall! I'm your fuck doll mhhmmmm! Yes! Yes! The castle has fallen! I'm captured! Fucked! Yes yes yes oooohhh, Yes!" the girl yelled amid her plaintive-sounding moans.

William masturbated as he watched.

Armstrong's mad cry seemed to make the whole ruined castle take notice as he exploded in bliss inside her! Taken by God's delight with his face buried in her damp hair that seemed to turn into a warm chestnut brown, her eyes bright and bluer than a cornflower as she shared his climax!

As soon as Armstrong was done with kissing her and giving some bonus love to her damp breasts, William rushed at her!

The boy furiously pulled her dress down until she was standing naked on it! And then he bent her over and right where she stood, he took her from behind, his legs slightly bent to enjoy a good strong angle inside her, and the lad, learning quickly, grabbed her dainty wrists and used her arms as reins to give her the punishment she had coming!

"Ooh oh ooh oh yes! Like this! Yes! I'm raped! The castle has fallen! The garrison's dead and now I'm raped! Ooh ooh fucked! Raped! Oooh this is so good! A boy my age! Raped! Crazy raped! They besieged us just so they could rape me! A whole war fought just for me and my pussy! Yes! I'm Helen of Troy! Raped!"

Where did she learn such flawless English? William felt frightened by this. Any other girl would have reverted to her own native tongue in such a state of deep arousal!

After three minutes of busting his lust away inside the cold girl, his relentless joy colliding forever against her damp butt, enjoying its full curves, William let out a vibrant yell of victory and ejaculated in three or four bolts. Each spewed bolt of heat left him panting as his legs turned to water and he found himself on his knees, kissing her butt and following it down as she knelt down on her hands and knees, and he was now resting his face on its damp white buns, where his semen was spilling out of her entrance. What a great fuck! She had asked for it. But why did he feel so cold?

"William, you're shivering! We must get dry wood and make a fire or we'll die!" Armstrong shouted. He was shivering too!

"Welcome to my world!" the naked girl said and laughed as she stood back on her feet, the chilly air inside the damp ruined castle not bothering her one bit.

Both Englishmen quickly got back outside and scrambled down the hill into the forest. Using a hatchet, and working under the cold rain, they took branches from living trees and made as large a bundle as they could carry. It was a grueling task they had to do while shivering from the cold! They had very little time left. This girl had distracted them for minutes that could spell their doom!

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Once back inside, they split the thick sticks. The inside heartwood was bone-dry. Finding the driest spot inside the ruined tower, with cascades of rain-water pouring in other places, William used a knife to make small kindle wood, his hands shivering. Armstrong lit up his lighter... They had a fire! It was about time. Both men were nearly blue in the face and couldn't stop shivering, teeth chattering and all. The girl had vanished.

"Welcome! Welcome to my world! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Only her voice was heard. There was no sign of her, not even her discarded dress.

They quickly got rid of their wet uniforms. Once they were naked, both men rubbed one another near the fire. Armstrong was still shivering like mad.

"Corporal! I'm no, longer, shiv- ering... But... I'm so, cold!"

"By Jove! You need to stay near the fire!" Armstrong said, hugging the young man against his naked body to give him as much heat as possible. They had been fools to let this girl distract them! In Russia, a lot more soldiers die from the cold than from enemy fire. Napoleon had learned this during his ill-fated campaign.

"Do you think the London Tower is still far?" William asked, his lips turning a faint blue.

"Stay with me lad! We got a fire! Hang on, bloke!"

Armstrong kept rubbing the lad's body, holding him as near to the fire as he could and ignoring the distress of his own shivering body. The fire kept his face warm, but his entire backside was hit by the damp castle's chill air, reminding him that it was a wretched rubble of granite more fit for ghosts than living men.

"Oh, Eliza my sister! You're so beautiful! Eliza! Yer brother's coming back home!" William blurted out as he fainted and Armstrong had to hold him fast.

"Welcome! Welcome to my world! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Armstrong let the lad lay near the fire and kept rubbing him. William was falling unconscious.

"Welcome! Welcome to my world! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Oh shut up, you worthless tramp!" Armstrong snarled, ragingly rubbing his young companion whose lips took a bizarre hue of near-green delicate blue against the glow from the fire that now was in full golden bloom.

"A, vohonʹ!" said a loud voice, a female voice that didn't belong to the mystery girl.

"Pryvit! Khto vy?" another female voice said, then she laughed. Armstrong, although still shivering, understood why. He and his companion were stark naked in front of women, neither of whom understood why yet.

Armstrong looked at them, knowing or thinking they were speaking Russian, although it was of a different kind. Two women, and many more walked past the rotten door and started to laugh upon seeing the naked men. They all wore cavalry boots and the tell-tale cavalry sabre, but the rain made their uniforms look dark, so he wasn't sure on which side they were. He spoke:

"English! We're English! We don't speak Russian! We need help! Help. SOS!"

"Anhliysʹka?! SOS! Ooohh!"

The woman who had just spoken wore the shoulder pads of an officer in the White Army. Armstrong's perceptions were clouded. He kept rubbing William and spoke again...

"Da. English. SOS. Cold! SOS cold!"

"SOS, tak! holodnyy, tak..." the officer said in her strange Russian as she walked closer, looking deeply concerned as she observed William.

Then she took off her boots and got rid of her sabre as she began to undress! With military efficiency, the young officer took off her wet field shirt, then her trousers and threw off her garrison cap, and her hair looked dark blonde or perhaps light brown.

She gave a sharp order while pointing at two of her cavalry-women. "Rozdyahaytesya!"

As she gave this command, both young women also began to undress. A Sergeant gave orders in the background and several cavalry girls secured the whole place.

Before long, the lovely-looking officer had completely stripped herself out of all her weapons, equipment and uniform and underwear. She presently laid herself near the lad and hugged him tightly, giving him her naked heat. A second girl also came near and laid herself where William now lay between two naked women holding him as tight as humanly possible.

"Thank you! God bless you!" Armstrong said as he understood what they were doing. "Spassiba!" he added in tentative Russian. The third naked girl was upon him and motioned him to lie down, which he did, always shivering, before the girl joined him on the cold floor and hugged him, her dark hair filling his nostrils with her scent mixed with the forest's dampness.

He felt her legs against him, her small young breasts too, with their damp nipples pressed on his chest where they both lay side-way, facing each other, but it was a purely medical action. More girls came near and sat by the fire. Several of them unwrapped some rye biscuits and began eating. A Corporal barked something. Armstrong didn't understand the words, but knew she was telling the soldiers to spare their rations. These girls were fleeing the Reds.

"Thank you. Spassiba," Armstrong said to the lovely girl hugging him, the girl's damp black hair he began to stroke as a thank-you gesture. He suddenly broke down in tears and began to sob as he thought of Esther and Violet. He and Baxter's squad had savagely raped them! How could they do such a vile thing? What if a bunch of men did this to his own sister? He'd hunt them down and kill them to the last pig for sure! And he was just like those sorts of men. "I'm no better than them..."

"Ne plach," his hugging companion said, then she added: "Ya Anna." This he understood.

"Ya, Johnny. Johnny Armstrong."

"Dzhonni... Dobryy denʹ, Dzhonni..." she replied with her Cossack accent, then quietly laughed as she kept her arms around the naked Englishman. He felt her cold feet against his ankles and loved this. This quiet moment of warmth he was sharing with this stranger was the deepest act of charity a human could give to another human. She was warm. She gave him part of her life so he may live.

The place was now getting crowded as the girls came back from the woods carrying branches cut off live trees and they quickly went to work, splitting them and using the dry heartwood to make other fires. Things were set on these new fires. Chai was heated. Half biscuits were eaten in that careful way that spoke volumes about the dangers these Cossack girls had escaped and were now fleeing. Advancing Czechs that had flipped their allegiance.

***

Their leader was still hugging William along with the other girl. First Lieutenant Anika felt him getting slightly better against her bosom. There was a quiet sense of thrill in her because this boy was so very young, while she was nearly thirty herself. But she felt she would have done the same to save an older man as well. And yet, for a handsome boy, she did not hesitate and was actually in a hurry to get naked with him; and there was something more in it than the medical aspect of it.

Hugging the boy close to her heart, Anika began to picture herself making love with him. She also knew the danger of having him in their midst—Several girls would soon be competing for his attention. The other Englishman was older, but he was tall with good solid arms that a girl could confidently lean into. These two fellows were dreamboats! Anika knew that her girls would soon be longing for their manhood, including herself.

Anika remained professional and kept rubbing the boy, but she secretly felt wet as she began to think of his young cock, with skin that had to be softer than silk to the touch! The other girl was rubbing the lad's backside and his buttocks using her entire body, and rubbing her crotch against his ass.

"My turn, Ludmila!" Anika heard Corporal Zildana say. In a matter of seconds, the strikingly beautiful Corporal had completely undressed herself and a reluctant Ludmila left her spot to Zildana, who began rubbing the boy with all the heat she had, and soon enough, she was soaking wet. A line-up formed where no less than twelve Ukrainian girls stripped themselves, as they all wanted to feel this handsome lad against their naked body. They welcomed this fun distraction and began to laugh.

Sergeant Kovalenko barked to restore discipline, but she knew it was no use. This boy was so handsome! The girls felt so lonely!

Anika too admonished the girls, while herself in a state of arousal from her breasts being pressed against the boy, who fell unconscious. She knew this was the most dangerous state since she had found him so cold he had stopped to shiver. She began to panic!

***

Armstrong also had had a line-up of naked girls. One by one, the cavalry girls had laid down and come rubbing themselves against him, in a less and less medical way. Johnny Armstrong had long stopped shivering, and he couldn't help but get hard under the loving affections from each girl replacing the one before as a heat nurse. Most of the girls had told him her name. "Ya, Nadiya." "Ya Zlata." "Ya, Iryna!" And Iryna kissed him! She was a charming blonde, perhaps twenty-two years young.

But now a sense of gravity had filled the place. The silence was filled by the rain cascades on the worst side of the vaulted room, while the naked officer walked to her belongings and took a blanket that had been dried by a fire. She cast it on William's unconscious body and knelt by him and began to pray.

Armstrong wondered what was going on. Then he saw William's body under the grey blanket and panicked. He was near him in an instant. "Lad! Lad! Noo! Stay with me! Don't go!"

The officer put her hand on his forearm and said something. "Vin u Bozhykh rukakh."

The tone of her voice was soothing. He looked at her. She had gentle features and something of the pretty damsel she had been at fifteen remained in her. The nakedness of her curves where she knelt failed to register anything erotic in his distressed soul. He signed himself and began to pray along with the dark blonde, joining his English request to God to her orthodox prayer she said in a language he found beautiful and fascinating.

William was still only eighteen. Maybe he'd live.

***

Major Sidorov's Thoughts...

"Rapist."

That same word written on the mirror this morning again! Always the same laughter. A merry voice I refuse to accept. This can't be her! How could she have followed me all the way here? She was dead! And yet, my recent experiences had me wondering about things that science and logic could not explain.

Downstairs, Sergeant or rather Captain Novak and his Czech hunters kept the girls naked and "entertained".

I myself didn't have much interest for those things, unless I felt horny, in which case I'd take Princess Anna and use her while reminding her how she looked down on us, her umbrella shielding her delicate features from the sun, when I paraded my platoon in front of the privileged crowd where she stood with her late father, four years ago, on a hot day of August.

"Yes, Milady, yes! A hot summer day it was," I said to her ear while I hugged and fucked her unwilling body where she sat on the massive table, unresisting as I kept her buttocks well cupped in my hands and she kept hugging me like I had instructed her to. "Do you like being ahh given commands? Aah Milady! Feels great to fuck you! You love this, don't you?"

"No--uh yes."

"Good girl. Others are waiting for their turn. Be proud to be wanted by so many men! These men have known many women-aahh. They're picky, but ahh God! Your pussy's paradise! Hhgghh ghh hhhgg ghhrrrrr..."

I became a grunting animal while I kept her bottom tapping on the table where she kept tightly hugging me, her legs wrapped around me as instructed, while I kept grunting in the nape of her neck, my face buried in her long golden hair. Until I forced my final groan into her ear and caused her to shudder as I erupted inside her. "All inside you! Your soldiers, Milady!"

And then I would drink vodka and enjoy cold cuts and pickles while watching the Czechs take their turns inside the fallen princess. Their usual position saw Anna bent over the table and each one of her serving knights deeply connected inside her where her graceful curves met a peasant's lust and she shuddered from those hands holding her hips. Most of them used her with rage and hatred while calling her "Czarist whore" and "cheap tramp". She had it coming. And now they each came in their hate-filled efforts to fertilize her with a bastard.

Anna was also given the privilege of hearing her baby sisters getting raped as well. Again, again and again. Fifty-six men for only seven fallen ladies. Her sisters were petite brunettes of eighteen springs.

I would often take one of the naked damsels and bring her some "comfort" by sucking her breasts and then using the heat of my throbbing erection between her feet until I yelled and erupted in a gerb of honour that I loved to watch landing on her bosom, where my hot sludge pooled and her breasts became alive as the girl sobbed.

I would then go to sleep upstairs and find the same word written on the mirror. "Rapist"

And the same merry laughter. Nastya!

Once I saw her, like in a dream. She walked softly in the stately bedroom, barefoot, wearing her blue travel dress, her chestnut hair bobbed—just as she was when we played colorito. She was smiling.

"Komroty! Come and kiss me! Am I pretty? After all, I was just seventeen."

How could I resist such an invitation from a Grand Duchess? Even a dead one?

When our lips met, she felt cold, like a corpse. And yet the entire thing was thrilling. She clung to me in despair, and I felt that she still loved me after all. Beyond the grave. Her hair was damp, as if she had been outside. Violent rain was indeed buffeting the window.

"Play colorito with me! All you want!" she said in her uniquely refined Russian. With her effortless grace as she buried her head in my chest while her voice still rang in my years.

At one point, I chanced to look at her face and screamed and woke up in cold sweat. Her face! It was horribly mangled! Smashed out of recognition, as if someone had spent two hours hitting her repeatedly with a rifle butt!

"From now on, you shall only see me like this. Beware of the mirrors, rapist! Turncoat! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" I heard a voice say. The Merry little one.

***

William held the officer's waist while riding along with her on her Cossack horse through the forest and through the fog that had followed the rain. It was still night-time. They had ridden out as soon as the rain had stopped. Now thirty sets of hooves made quiet thuds in the damp forest earth as they rode through the hilly forest, following treacherously slippy trails of mud under a bright moon. Going east.

He sometimes looked at her bottom curves where she rode sitting tall on her saddle, with him holding her taut waist while she led her troop of cavalry girls, or perhaps what was left of a hundred-strong squadron. She had told him her name while smiling at him. "Ya, Anika."

He had told her his. "William, or Bill if you prefer."

Anika always called him Bill. She was a full decade his senior. He loved her long hair that she had let loose under her garrison cap. He couldn't make up his mind whether she was a dark blonde or a fair brunette. They couldn't understand each other, but as the hours went by and dawn came, their bodies had learned to know each other's silent language. The boy was still weak, but she liked his hands around her waist, perhaps she liked it a bit too much. No matter how disciplined she tried to be, her thoughts always kept coming back to his handsome face, his well-shaped body—and his cock. Each fibre in her wanted him!

Armstrong rode with Anna's long dark hair and taut back under his eyes, and he had no reluctance about holding her lovely waist as she rode on among the trailing hussars.

At one point, she tried to start a conversation, but remembered he had no idea of what she said and she went silent again as the troop rode on through the morning fog. Anna felt like talking to him, about Kiev and her folks. She wished she had never left home. What was she doing in Ural, somewhere between Moscow and Yekaterinburg? With cruel Red soldiers after her, perhaps only one day behind.

Anna had witnessed the gang-rapes last spring, when that train was captured and a Soviet Kommissar had been shot. She had even partaken to the collective rape of male prisoners who were then executed. What if she found herself on the losing side? This would be worst than death! How could she do to others what she'd never wish on herself! So un-Christian! Better get killed instantly by a sniper.

She looked around her in the grey morning. Tall pines everywhere, shrouded in fog. Ad infinitum. Hooves threading the damp earth. So far away from home! Kiev! She missed it so much! Would she ever come back? But then, this Englishman riding with her, nearly pressed on her back with his arms around her. This was a man! Anna realized it had been a long spell since she last had actual sex—consensual sex in the usual scheme of things. The affair had occurred before she enlisted in the cavalry. In Kiev. With a widowed pope, who was of course forbidden to remarry by the rules of the Orthodox Church.

Anna closed her eyes and thought of it. Already four years ago! When she was still a youngster. She had herself found a reason to be alone with him in his house. He had protested at first, saying she was too young for him, that he couldn't take advantage of her, that she was pure, but Father Vorobiev grew horny as she pressed herself against him and kissed him, herself filled with lust and curiosity about the somewhat grotesquely erotic prospect of having sex with this pope older than her own father.

She had gone nuts when he feverishly uncovered her bosom and sucked her breasts! As if they harboured the secrets of eternal life! It had felt like breast-feeding an old man as happy as a child! She had reveled in the brushing of his silver beard against her skin! He had said she felt as soft as her butt must feel! While indeed groping her butt!

The pope had said "No!" when she had knelt before him, but done nothing to stop her from freeing his cock and when she took him in her mouth, he grunted! The pope grunted and finally confessed he had often thought about sex with her! He was her parish priest and had seen her grow up. She had sensed what he secretly felt for her as soon as nature began turning her into a young woman, even when her late wife was still alive.

Anna quietly smiled as she rode on. Johnny's hands around her stirred these memories within her. The pope! His thick cock that had made her sing the loss of her virginity as she melted in his arms! He had been such a good lover! He had loved her from head to toe, even told her she had gorgeous feet. And he had put her to his sword of punishment three times over on that day! Three! One time with her under him, another time with her riding him with her hands discovering his silver chest hair as he impaled her youth, and the last time on all fours where he proceeded to punish her with enduring stiff strokes! This pope was a beast and said he loved fresh damsels like her, but wouldn't dare take advantage of them, although he did fuck her good on that day she would always treasure.

The more she thought about her ancient lover, the hornier she felt with Johnny's arms around her waist. She felt her breasts grow swollen under her field shirt as she rode on. What she'd give to have them sucked by a man! And she had a full-grown Englishman pressed against her!

She thought about remaining behind, pretending there was some issue with one of her horse's hooves, but Sergeant Lidia Kovalenko kept her eye on her, and so did several jealous girls. There was no way Anna could steal away for some alone-time and show this Englishman how soft her cheeks really were and that she was just as white and soft everywhere else. Anna knew she was pretty and tried to remain modest about it. The pope's grunting ejaculations were proof enough she was pretty.

"And Anika! She has her own tent! Bitch! I'm sure she's going to have a side-way dance with this boy, nice and quiet under that tent! The bitch!" Anna thought as she rode on, basking between Johnny's hands and enjoying the sensual brush of her own shirt against her swollen tits, holding the reins with hands itching to open her shirt and feel the morning air directly hit her breasts. But the day after tomorrow they'd arrive in Birsk, and once there, she would manage to find a way to enjoy her first Englishman! She felt bad for doing this outside of marriage, but the good pope had told her not to worry, that God had made her to take a man's love and it was how the world turned.

When the night came and the exhausted troop bivouacked, Sergeant Kovalenko saw to it that no girl was allowed alone with the English Lance Corporal, although Anika took Bill with her in her own tent after a quick supper where the boy shared his Oxo beef broth with her while she gave him a biscuit.

The girls came close to their officer's tent, silently, and they listened.

Anika emerged. "Go about your business! All of you! Go to sleep!"

But the girls silently returned and formed their circle anew around the tent.

Sure enough, sounds emerged. Their own officer was breathing deeper and deeper, and louder too.

Bill felt it was surreal! Anika had gestured him into opening her field shirt, making it clear she wanted the boy to play with her tits. He felt so weak! And yet he wanted so much to do what she silently asked of him!

"Shht," she quietly whispered, her index on her lips as he unbuttoned her field shirt, his eyes well adjusted to the dark. Anika felt so warm under his hands! Her perky breasts felt nicely full! "Tak!" (yes!) she whispered as he began kissing them while she ran both hands through his hair.

Bill felt the enthralling transgression as he kneaded Anika's breasts, and sucked them, where she lay on her back with her officer's shirt wide open! Her skin looked a ghastly pale grey in the semi darkness. He drank her skin and felt how horny she was, and as soft as a baby in spite of her being almost thirty. He was regaining strength or perhaps forgetting his own weakness, as his erection came to life down there. Bill had youth, and she wanted it!

Anika ended up naked on all fours, with Bill deep inside her and holding her hips! She was whimpering like a mermaid fucked for the first time in Copenhaguen while the circle of listeners around her tent quietly masturbated, many of these Amazons opening their own shirt so they could self-pleasure their breasts while fingering their pussy. The bivouac was now filled with whimpers, while wolves howled far somewhere in the distance.

Sergeant Kovalenko was about to lose control of the girls, many of whom wanted to take the Lance Corporal and keep him as their personal slave. As fights began to erupt between horny girls, while Anna sat with crossed legs beside Johnny, Kovalenko knew she had no choice. She produced a deck of cards and ordered each girl to pick one. This was the usual thing when they had prisoners and there were too few of them for everyone. Two girls per man would win the prize while the others would watch and masturbate.

She shuffled the cards and asked a girl to cut. Johnny saw this and realized they were drawing cards for him. These girls were ready to fight over him! He must be dreaming! This clearly wasn't England. Back home, girls had to be courted. He had been a suitor a full year before he had married his wife. He longed for his pretty wife, but when Anna got up and drew a card, he hoped she would win.

She smiled and showed him the Queen of Spades. Her hair just as dark as the card's suit.

But one girl laughed and proudly showed the Ace of Hearts while a ginger-haired one then picked a King of Diamonds. Everyone else had a Jack, a Ten or a low card. Someone shuffled the remaining cards and Sergeant Kovalenko drew a card for herself while the circle of girls around Anika's tent gave a background of whimpers. Kovalenko's smile was met with boos when she showed her card! It was a King of Hearts, the strongest suit.

Johnny didn't want to get intimate with any of the girls other than Anna, although both winners were lookers, especially the tall Sergeant when she took off her garrison cap and loosened her hair, which fell down on her shoulders like a rich cascade of silvery gold under the moon.

The stern Sergeant morphed into a sensual girl as she relieved herself from her sabre and pistol and took off her uniform and revealed she had legs and feet to despair for! The girl with the Ace of Heart wasn't bad either, but this was mostly due to her young age, as her face and figure had nothing outstanding, except she was about nineteen and looked it.

Inside her tent, Anika whimpered like a plaintive soul, mounted by Bill whose cock gave her a solid reason to feel dominated where he bucked her like a horny dog! Her sounds filling the tent with each repeat collision where their age difference no longer mattered. Bill's pleasure was immense! Multiplied by the fact he was fucking a she-Lieutenant! He was moaning out of control and he filled the tent with his final moaning flourish as he spewed a big load and Anika couldn't keep herself from yelping with pleasure as she received his English pudding. Some of the girls around the tent orgasmed in their masturbatory homage to this moment of paradise stolen from the war.

A few girls were even pleasuring each other while Anika finished herself with her index finger until her mouth was full open and she emitted short moaning groans as she pictured herself grabbed and thrown off her horse by victorious enemy troops who looked like a horde of Mongols! She was the stern Lieutenant, now defeated, stripped naked out of her ripped-off uniform! Her breasts owned, her pussy even more so as each of those Kirghiz soldiers filled her fantasy with their narrow eyes, their high cheekbones and their flat facial features, with their grunts and their "We got you!" and their "Yes Ma'am!" as she pictured herself gang-raped by Bolsheviks from the East, while Bill intensified her climax by engulfing one of her tits in his mouth and rolling his tongue around her nipple! She exploded in this wild fantasy of hers!

The tenderness of her flesh contrasted with the cold realities of war as she gave him her most intimate whimpers, everything squirting inside her as he kept kissing her breasts and now ventured down on the flat plain of her belly. Anika went nuts, her world filled with Kirghiz men from the infinite steppe in the east.

Armstrong pinned the girl on the ground and gave her the full value of her Ace as she whimpered under him, her head of brown hair bobbing on the earth just as if he was raping her, but she clutched him inside her welcoming legs and offered him a litany of Cossack yeses... "uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh!" all in rhythm with his hard strokes. Johnny had learned that "uh-huh" meant "yeah" in her language. Both climaxed together while Anna was stripping herself naked near him and others were deeply lost in masturbation.

Anna loved being naked in front of her man she called "Dzhonni". She loved how he looked at her while Sergeant Kovalenko and her athletic body went down on him and began to lick the semen off his flaccid cock. By the time it took her to resurrect him, most of the girls had orgasmed in a festival of squirting juices under their insisting fingers. Anna kept showing herself to him in a three-quarter profile, where he saw her breasts in their best possible display, with moon-rays doing them justice like a painter using a rich array of greys and silvers, from her pale skin to the dark background of tall majestic pines where the girl from Kiev stood like a demigoddess under the silent pines and seemed to comfort their tall solitude, her bare feet caressing their ancient roots.

While Bill and Anika kept kissing each other and the lad made her feel like a schoolgirl inside her tent, Kovalenko was now pleasuring Johnny's mast-erect cock. Johnny gazed at Anna, who smiled at him while flaunting her naked charms as he fantasized about some gigantic troll emerging from the woods to punish her with his titanic erection.

Satisfied he was ready, the naked Sergeant climbed on him like a horny Amazon, and showed him how good a Cossack girl could ride. Her pointy breasts were in high display as she cast her head back and looked at the dark silvery clouds as the penetration occurred and Johnny put his hands around her waist and they became one, his eyes never leaving Anna and her beauty that she kept on full display for him, the triangle of hair between her all-white legs an inviting mystery as to how tight she must be.

Johnny learned everything that the stern Sergeant usually kept hidden under her uniform. Her hair was loose, like a whore's, sans her garrison cap as she rode and moaned on top of the English Lance Corporal whose bare torso felt the night's chill, but he loved the heat of her legs hugging his hips where the improbable penetration kept occurring for both parties' benefit.

It was hard to reconcile the daylight figure of the authoritative Sergeant with her night-time nakedness where she showed a softer side and rode him where her pointy tits were dancing in the moonlight and her supple waist throbbed with heat under his hands, and his gaze noticed her intimate triangle of hair that matched her blonde head of swaying long hair where she seemed to enjoy breaking free from her usual garrison cap.

Kovalenko looked down at him and accepted this dance where she surrendered herself to the power of a man, and revelled in this vaginal fullness he was providing her as she rode him like a true Cossack girl, whose feet had felt the waters of the Don since as long as she could remember.

Johnny felt how much she had wanted this, and gave his all to make the encounter a long-lasting one, but more and more, a wild fantasy took his mind by storm—a fantasy where he and a great many soldiers were storming Buckingham Palace and gang-raping each and every pretty girl in the extended royal family, spewing sperm inside little duchesses whom they had urgently stripped out of their ball-dress while yelling, "God Save the King!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHH GhhhOD!"

Johnny detonated! with a honest load inside Sergeant Kovalenko and clenched her waist, and as he filled her up and basked in his royal fantasy, Johnny understood the enemy and could hardly blame them. What a rush it must be to topple an aristocratic regime and gang-fuck their women! Their daughters! Coating their pretty face with peasant's sperm! All these countesses and princesses! How could he blame them?

After the festivities where the girls had accepted the rules and the deck of cards they lived under, every hand turned in and the girls on watch remained up.

Anika was sound asleep, naked in the arms of Bill, who remained awake out of sheer elation from having had sex with this much older girl who vastly outranked him.

Anna snuggled herself against Johnny and welcomed his hands on her as they drifted asleep together. At some point before dawn, when she came back from her watch and everyone around them was asleep under the stars, she laid herself down on her side under her warm blanket, her body spooned in his. Soon enough, Johnny pressed himself against her and began to rub his growing erection on her ass, through their uniforms. Her breathing accelerated as his hands found a path under her field shirt and he cupped her breasts from behind, skin on skin.

"uh-huh," she whispered. "yeah..."

Ere long, both lovers had their trousers down under her blanket, and he was penetrating her. She kept her sounds as quiet as possible as he stormed deep inside her and she melt in his arms, her breasts warm in his hands as she opened her mouth and silently said "uh-huh". It was a silent act both of them shared with joy. It had to happen! Could only happen. Maria was on watch nearby. She was friends with Anna and understood. She felt more happy for her than jealous, although she had felt sad when she picked a low card—what would she give for a man inside her! Lucky Anna!

Anna moved herself in a way that intensified her pleasure and contractions where the sex was happening, while her breasts remained cupped, and swollen, inside Johnny's hands.

"Dzhonni... uh-huh... uh-huh," she whispered on as they quietly made love under a congregation of silent pines.

Then it rained again.

TO BE CONTINUED.

[grovat21]

Congratulations to the author, a very interesting story with good adherence to historical reality.

[HistBuff]

Congratulations to the author, a very interesting story with good adherence to historical reality.

Thanks! The story was a bit stalled after the murder of the Romanovs, but I found a way to keep it going, with more sex scenes!

[pelayos1408]

Even though he lost such valuable characters as the Grand Duchesses Romanov, our Histbuff still finds ideas. It’s a pity this sisters cannot be brought back.
I wonder if it's possible to make a story with time travelers?

[HistBuff]

Even though he lost such valuable characters as the Grand Duchesses Romanov, our Histbuff still finds ideas. It’s a pity this sisters cannot be brought back.
I wonder if it's possible to make a story with time travelers?

Thanks @pelayos1408!

The ghost girl is but one example of how censorship rules can weaken a story. In my original version on AO3, the ghost is called Anastasia/Nastya. I brought her back from the dead and she appears in this last chapter, in one short scene with Sidorov, where she haunts him and calls him Komroty, rapist and turncoat.

[HistBuff]

Chapter 26: The Price Of Defeat

Teaser: 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.

***

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.



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 she spotted a group of enemy horsemen emerging out of the road's bend where the convoy was supposed to go.

They dismounted and aimed 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!

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 as they sensed the enemy coming way too close. 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. 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. 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. And yet no sound came out of her.

A strong voice was heard in broken Russian from 150 yards... The enemy commander...

"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.

A volley of rifle shots rang out from all directions!

A bullet gave justice to Rose, who sat inside a stopped truck and 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. 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. 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.

Each of their dead comrades 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 she was a shadow's dream. He broke down in tears and kissed her dead 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 awaiting them. Anika did likewise and stripped herself of her remaining weapons... her sabre and even her knife, when 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 the forest's edge, their rifles pointed at their prisoners and their eyes like shadow slits as they approached from both sides of the road. They advanced, vastly outnumbering Anika's small troop, pointing their rifles, wearing 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 on the girls was they were Mongols, for they had bronze skin, high cheekbones and cruel eyes. Most of them were quite short.

All of them grinned, wearing savage smiles that could only belong to brigands happy with their loot. They all wore dark khaki uniforms and their leaders and officers had red insignias at their collar. They kept approaching, more than a hundred of them!

Now the first men reached the ditch where the truck lay at an angle, and the nurse in it was dragged out of it, and she screamed! She screamed as if trying to be heard all the way to England, surrounded with laughter as short men began to grope her through her uniform. They clearly didn't mind the blood reddening her apron.

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 enemy 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 from the trucks. The English nurses were dragged into the meadow while they kept protesting and refused to believe this was happening!

"We're nurses of the Red Cross!" the head nurse protested, only to be met with silent grins and lust-filled eyes who all looked at her and liked what they saw.

Out of pride, each Cossack girl endured the groping without a sound, feeling proud and superior to the nurses who went loud in their yapping protests.

But a couple of the Ukrainian had tears rolling down their eyes as they felt this enemy touch on them as more soldiers crowded the road and kept ullulating, many of them yelling "Allahu Akbar!" Those men were usually shorter than Kovalenko and the other taller girls. This was so humiliating. Enemy hands petted their bosom and felt their tits through their field shirts while the Muslim cavalry-men kept yelling "Allahu Akbar!"

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. 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!" the Kazakh officer grinned in his language from Kazakhstan.

Shrill screams and gunshots were heard from the meadow, where throngs of 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.

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 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. She can tell those men are growing more and more aroused with each new touch on her!

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 they swarmed her tighter and kept groping her through her clean outfit. Their laughter and whooping sounds were so frightening! 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 a forest of sun-brown hands violated 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. They kept cupping her breasts through her Red Cross apron, while others groped her ass while another man stroked her long hair from behind, and another one kissed her!

Through all this confusion, her tits began to swell on their own. She felt their swelling inside her light corset under the push from enemy hands. Agnes deduced that perhaps the man had said something about her headdress and her hair now being undone and loose like a street whore's. Agnes was lost! She shook her head or tried to as she refused her fate.

"Noooo! No let me go mffhhhhhhh..." Another man kissed her. She no longer felt the ground under her field boots as the horde kept pressing their hands upon her as if what was inside her lavender-blue dress meant eternal life for them! They were short and looked like Mongols. This couldn't be, no!

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 cut 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!

"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 the uniformed Mongols! They 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!

And then they ripped her dress wide open! Her scream was silenced by a man who hurt her neck as he forced her head toward him and kissed her all-out! While a cold knife made short work of her supple cotton work corset.

Everywhere on the meadow stood packs of men surrounding an English nurse who tried to keep the enemy at arm's length and failed miserable. The apron were cut. The dress-tops were torn open with buttons flying down and the girl's eyebrows raised as high as her high-pitched cry and the cotton corset was cut by Sergeants who had done this before.

The Kazakhs grunted as the nurses were promptly made topless! Their raging hands pushed these torn dresses all the way down and bared their shoulders while the screaming girls flaunted their tits against their will and sensed how hard those men were. The nurses refused to believe they were topless outdoors! The enemy troops couldn't believe they were about to fuck English girls!

Catherine was 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! They were massacring the rest of her dress and stripping her naked. "Nooo! No no no Nooo!"

Agnes was wailing and sobbing! This couldnt be! Men with high cheekbones and copper skin, so short her eyes was level with theirs. Hands on her tits! Skin on skin! No protection! Nothing she can do! A tongue circling her nipples and a hand cupping her other tit... Most of those men were just as short as herself! They had 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 grinning slits of shadow for eyes, and she still refused to accept the unthinkable! Even when her tits were bare and getting sucked and played with.

Agnes nearly fainted! Her high-riding breasts were directly hit by daylight! Cupped and kneaded and kissed and licked by the multitude who all felt so feverish as they passed her around so each man could enjoy his first taste of England, enjoy what it feels like to have those white tits in their hands and mouth. She endd up in the arms of a short, but well-built officer who licked her tits as if she were made of honey. She was shocked that nothing had prevented this. What was she going to do?!

Her tits were swollen and throbbing in their touch, where their callused hands profaned her skin! She hated them for this! The enemy loved them!

The officer had her turned around and he pulled her ruined dress until her back was bared and her arms were free, others helping him. They all helped her out of her clothes and before she knew it, someone was kissing her naked butt in bright sunlight as her dress lay down at her feet along with her petticoat, where she was still wearing her field boots, and Agnes shrieked as they bent her over where the short officer was behind her and just at the right height where he freed his eager cock. The wailing girl jerked and struggled, but they kept her in this position where Agnes still couldn't believed she was going to...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH NNHAAAAAAAAAA AAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAA you've no right no right to do this aaaa AAAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA m virgin!!!"

The officer had slobbered his prick and had entered Agnes with a sharp cry of victory, and now she frantically struggled against the soldiers restraining her arms and keeping her in this flattering position for her butt curves that were being flattened against her rapist every second, as she learned what it felt like to be held by the crease of her hips and deeply fucked! Amid the ululating horde of eastern men who kept firing shots in the air as the girl who had gone to Oxford was deflowered somewhere in Ural.

"Whoop! whoop whooop whoop whooo!"

"Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!" the Muslim troops shouted!

Each nurse was restrained and raped by an officer or a Feldvebel. The Sergeants were next.

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 shrieked! "Nnooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Her mind unable to take too many unthinkables at once.

"Nooo! Noo please stop this, NOOOOOOOOO AAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA RRRRHAAA AAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!"

This was Captain Mina Harker, the head nurse. Just as naked and raped as Agnes, except she was barefoot and ravished on all fours. Her field boots lay next to her ruined uniform. One of the men picked one of her socks and took a whiff. Victory smelled so good!

Most of the other nurses were screaming too and their will to resist was broken when they saw the head nurse being raped as well. One nurse was kept near the head nurse's ordeal on the sandy road, where she was bent over the hood of a truck and she shrieked as the first man invaded her. Another was stretched down on the field and her lavender-blue dress was roughly persuaded to leave her virginal body and make way for the sun-bathed splendour of her legs and her bare feet, which the men swarmed as they nearly fought over who was going first inside her.

Judith had been fully stripped naked by the Asian macaques! They had even pulled her field boots and socks away so she stood barefoot amid the horny soldiers.

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 had the blonde girl bent over and an officer was already inside her, holding the crease of her hips while her wrists was held in front of her so she had to remain in this sensual position where she was being urgently buffeted by the grinning Lieutenant. He pounded her where she stood shaken amid the discarded rags of what used to be her uniform. He lost a great deal of frothing slobber, his dark eyes lost in absolute pleasure where the day bathed the naked nurse and her long sunny hair!

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! He was fucking an English nurse! This forty-something Captain 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 cotton of her light corset and free her maiden's breasts! He had enjoyed his rank's privilege to suck them with glee!

He had loved the sound of her voice and her whimpering protests when he tasted the tenderness of her rosy nipples and felt how they softly yielded under his pressing hands. She was unbelievable! His erection had gone painfully stiff as he enjoyed this impossible access to England's most sensual side. By Allah! This girl smelled so good!

He had loved it even more when his men enjoyed the unthinkable pleasure of undressing the young nurse all the way! They had uncovered her curves, a pair of buns whose repeated flattening he now enjoyed against him while mounting her like a breeding stallion! Her lovely feet was gracing this God-forsaken, Allah-blessed grass in this meadow where Kazakh horsemen did the unthinkable! Her wails and her whimpers graced the sky above her.

Judith whimpered under this long-lasting invasion, sobbing as she felt his 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. Her pain-twisted mind forced her to think he was there watching her gang-rape, and the pain inside her turned to a silent and cruel form of pleasure under the repeated strokes from the grunting man she knew nothing of, except he was well-girthed and had a strong pair of callused hands. She was utterly shaken amid men who yelled "Allahu Akbar!" in her face.

She 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 felt her rapist's grip and stirred something savage inside her as he used her arms like taming reins where the copper brown of his hands highlighted England's defeat where Judith was utterly 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 sobbing Judith!

"AaaaRRRRHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDLL aaaaaaaaaaa!"

A senior 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, 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 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 forcing arousal on her.

Her thoughts exploded in tiny unknown shards, like an exploded mirror, as her nipples felt the pressure of his hands, gently pinched by his fingers! Her sensitive feet feeling this God-forsaken grass. Where was she? Not home. The wall of jeers and catcalls around her was deafening!

The penetration occurred, before she realized it, he was pounding her in all urgency, grunting like a rutting boar in her face where he now propped himself up on his arms so he could look in her eyes and at the tumult of her surrendered breasts. Savages kept grinning and whooping all around her.

Agnes was gently shaken under the foreign soldier and his sweaty uniform where she confusedly spotted the Soviet red square on his collar that marked him as a Lieutenant. His grunts carried an intense sense of victory for him, of defeat for her. Part of her confused thoughts 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 and grew worried about the risk of pregnancy.

The man then kissed her with a tenderness that shocked her, before a new man, another Lieutenant, was upon her. This one was older and spoke to her like 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 other 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 temples. 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 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! This! Noo! No right! God! God! Why is this happening---NNNNNNHHAAAA HHHAAA AAAAAAAAAAAA..."

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 younger man quickly laid down on her as she realized she was being gang-raped by a whole dozen of them!

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 forty-something Lt. Colonel wearing three red squares on his dark khaki collar. This middle-aged, but athletic-looking Colonel took immense pleasure in shaking her like a lost flag in a blowing hurricane! Also 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 Cossack 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 as the swarming enemy tore their pale khaki uniforms open in a sudden profusion of Ukrainian tits that looked blinding white under the sun!

The ripped uniforms were pure music where buttons flew down and their tits were savagely pressed and cupped by hands who drank the milk of victory, pressing harder on their nipples so they wouldn't lose a drop of this magic as white-girl shoulders were stripped by the angry pushing down of field shirts! With anger in their triumph, they pulled their shredded shirts off their arms.

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 off 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 skin in broad daylight where the 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 wildly available, 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 his late Anna.

The girls weren't wearing any underwear, and the Kazakhs went nuts as they promptly stripped all of them naked! Down to where their dainty feet were petted and tenderly caressed in a weird display of affection from the enemy.

Sergeant Kovalenko was forced to kneel down on the grass, the enemy taking full whooping delight in enjoying her naked curves and her sensual legs. The athletic girl had been stripped of her rank and was now held in place, down on her knees, where a slew of men slapped her face using their cocks! They 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!

None of the men would ever 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 with spurting jism 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. She yelped with each slap.

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, smiling like a madman amid his men, tore her field shirt open! Men ripped the shirt off her as she yelped, this time not in pain, but in distress as tears bathed her eyes.

Anika's perky tits were there with strong areolas of rose leaning on brown! Her beauty was drowned under roars as the Kazakhs couldn't believe they were seeing these orbs of white-skin light! Anika's tits looked even better than they had imagined!



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!

"Ni! Niii!" (No! Nooo!) Anika cried in her native tongue.

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!

"Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!" the Kazakhs yelled as they either restrained her and stole scent from her swaying hair where she cried and shook her head.

Many began to masturbate, displaying their cocks full of promise for her while their Colonel gleefully pressed and sucked her tits, raping them with a mouth of old-man slobber and strong cupping hands where she had no choice but to whimper, pride keeping herself from begging for mercy.

"The day of victory is ours! These girls belong to all of us!" the commander bellowed in Kazakh. And then he plunged upon the enemy officer and buried his face between her breasts while gently cupping them, and licking the skin of her cleavage, and feeling Anika's nipples under his hands as he cupped them and she yelped and groaned! His cock was rock-hard!

He sucked Anika's tits and enjoyed her squealing and her squirming while she kept trying 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 her tits 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.

Oh! He loved this close-up sight where her perky breasts filled his world! He was lost in Allah's paradise! Her flesh was his personal playground! He felt her rage and her humiliation as he took a nipple inside his mouth and began to circle his tongue around it, this while he heard the cries and the lamentations from the other girls being gang-raped all around, where that segment of dirt road and the entire meadow near it became an open-sky orgy near the six stopped trucks where corpses of British men and cavalry-girls lay here and there with crows biding their time in the high pines.

Lt. Colonel Alikhan gleefully enjoyed his victory! The White Witch was topless, 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"!

They intensely looked at her cunt where a triangle of medium brown hair matching her eyebrows seemed to dance amid her squirming curves where the rugged troops ran their callused hands all over her exposed skin, where they learned she had a taut butt They also ran their hands along her slender legs and freed her feet from her cavalry boots and her socks hit the dust, and they kissed her feet!

As she was having her feet and legs kissed and slobbered by the rank-and-file, the proud Ukrainian officer felt a surge of unstoppable sensuality within her from so much male heat on her at once, and one of them began to finger her pussy while their commander kept savagely kissing her while holding her tight! Some men were naked and for the first time, Anika saw something other than the enemy in these men.

"Surrender to them!" a demonic voice within her snarled. "Admit that they're gorgeous! And they all want to fuck you, Anika!"

"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, surrounded her and shrouded her in their collective copper-skin touch, even licking the dirt off her feet where she stood on 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! Its erotic vastness was licked and covered with Kazakh slobber in this part of a war all women feared the most!

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 yelling their anger at her!

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, where she felt the brush of his moustache as he ran his pressing tongue on her soft skin! He covered her ass with hot slobber! Pressing her flesh with hands that still couldn't believe he was doing this. To the White Witch!

He thanked Allah for this! With unfathomable satisfaction, he pressed his face hard into her yielding flesh and he slobbered all of it with his tongue and felt her sobbing humiliation through this butt he kept licking in long, lingering strokes under his men's whoops and cheers! He knew she was shuddering with every soft stroke of his moustache.

The men understood the vastness of his victory and waited in silence while masturbating. Watching their commander lick Anika's buttocks. Some of them kept her high on her hands and knees and poked her face with their erections!

"The price of defeat is high, White Witch!" the commander 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 where Anika usually sat on her saddle while riding high and proud. 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.

To be continued as Part Two of the same chapter.

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Chapter 26: The Price Of Defeat (cont'd)

Teaser: 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!!!"

***

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.



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?"

"E--Eighteen."

"Don't lie to me, Elsa. How old are you, and keep sucking!"

"Eighteen, 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!

"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 body. 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 with high cheekbones­, whose skin was like a copper candy for her, whether she wanted or not. This couldn't be! And her body reacted on its own under their hands. The social boundary that forbade sex between a head nurse in her late twenties and an adolescent boy 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 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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What an orgy! Pure gang rape. And the uncensored version is even better.
I’m curious to see what will happen to the Cossack girls and the English nurses.

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Chapter 27: The Ural Banquet

The nineteen surviving cavalry-girls were each carried off by two soldiers, tied up hands and feet to a staff or simply using ropes, like pieces of meat. They had been left naked, even though the breeze was getting chiller as the Kazakh cavalry squadrons rode on the road, then soon on a trail that went into the forest on a hill to the North.

The English prisoners were each roped to a horse with their hands tied up, and Jerome the driver who spoke some Russian translated for his mates that they were to walk on and anyone who stopped would be shot.

William Holmes helped Johnny Armstrong to keep walking in spite of his grief, even though he was the one limping due to his bullet wound in his thigh. William was in intense physical pain while Johnny was in painful grief. They had beat up Johnny when it became clear that the Kazakhs were leaving the corpses behind.

The English nurses were allowed to put back on their uniforms, or what was left of it. Their dresses were in fairly good condition barring their torn front, and the girls each put it back on and used what was left of their aprons to cover themselves more, partly against the growing chill in the air.

They all had trembling fingers and were sobbing as they got dressed again, where the absence of buttons told a horror story they knew all too well. The grinning soldiers watched them. They were also allowed to put back their shoes on, although some of them remained barefoot as they were too weak to go in the meadow and retrieve their lost shoes. Some soldiers smiled at them as they fetched all the shoes they could find and in the end, nearly all the nurses had their shoes back on.

They were spared the indignity of walking roped to horses. The officers each took one English nurse on his lap, and there were exactly eleven officers in the 356 horsemen not counting the commanding officer, who rode alone and smiling.

Mina Harker found herself riding in the lap of a handsome young Lieutenant, since the higher-ranked officer had chosen the ones who looked youngest, such as Judith or Agnes.

Thus, Mina was given a further opportunity to experience being touched by a boy younger than herself. And as the lad rode on along with his squadron, she tried to convince herself that his hands around her waist didn't stir anything in her, or that it didn't distract her from thinking about the unthinkable ordeal she had just gone through.

His squadron leader was riding with Catherine in his lap.

The overweight Major, as the second-in-command, had the first pick and chose Judith so he could ride with his face near her long golden hair.

The most senior Captain had chosen Agnes.

Rose rode with another squadron Captain, who kept cupping her tits from behind as she sobbed, thinking of the English Captain she had left behind in Birsk. Her personal experience led her to think that perhaps Captains were promoted for the prowess of their cocks.

Back at the rape site, the six trucks stood a lonely blind vigil where corpses lay scattered on the road dirt. Inside the ditched truck, the driver was still shot in the head at his wheel while a raven presently landed on the slanting hood, soon followed by others that cautiously began to approach the open passenger door.

Other ravens landed on the road dirt, their crow playing nature's funeral. The dead cavalry-girls had been swiftly buried in very shallow graves by the road, where the Kazakhs had said an Islamic prayer for them.

The air had gone chill and the western sky was bright orange, where a large flock of ducks flew southward. Riding in the young officer's lap, Mina Harker observed these ducks and listened to their in-flight quacks while being taken aback by the grandiose landscape, as the horsemen cleared the top of the hill and everywhere she looked, she saw hills upon hills ad infinitum, all dark with tall pines, yet some areas were pale as they caught the lowering sun. She had heard local legends about giants who lived among these hills.

The sky offered a cathedral of blazing clouds where God seemed to play with hues of gold leaning on the bronze. In this surreal light, Mina touched her rider's hand in a gesture of tiredness mixed with a sense of deep loneliness. The young man stroked her hand as if she were his love. He did not grope her or anything like that; he just let his hand rest on her waist while riding on with the reins loose as the short horse filled the air with its quiet hooves marking the ride on the earthly trail.

***

Near Birsk, a Czech Brigade encircled the British outpost. Major Ivan Sidorov looked at the scenes where civilian girls and women were being gang-raped about a mile away from the British trenches while the field artillery was being set in position for bombarding the enemy garrison.

The Czech scouting units had spotted the refugee columns, which had caused two battalions, that is, half the Brigade, to run after them! The girls Ivan was observing belonged to a group that had been carried back by the cavalry, after an urgent initial rape on the spot. The horsemen from the Czech Legion were now having a new orgy of forced sex, more gentle this time, under the orange sky that quietly turned dimmer with crimsons showing up where the clouds offered a blazing chorus of ephemeral roses.

Ivan could have partaken. The men liked him, now that they knew without a doubt that the brigade Major was a true Bolshevik. Ivan was instructing them in Soviet ideology while a girly voice kept whispering in his ear, like a tiny voice that returned any time he began to think it was gone.

"Rapist."

He knew no girl was visible at his side. Nastya's phantom would only show herself when he was by himself, with her disfigured face from hell. So Ivan never allowed himself to be alone. He always slept near Bilguun his orderly from Eastern Siberia.

Major Sidorov went to the special spot where the campaign brothel had already been built--a glorified trio of shacks. Since the enlisted men were all busy digging trenches under the protection of snipers, Ivan did not have to wait too long to see Stefania, while a fellow Major exited her cubicle with a wide smile that echoed the plaintive-sounding grunts Ivan had heard upon walking inside the shack.

Stefania was the daughter of an Italian merchant by the name of Constantini. She had been gang-raped inside her home in Belyyfontan. Ivan had enjoyed her the first day he had shown up in town. Czech soldiers had referred to her as "the best girl to fuck in town". After a long walk under the morning's grey sky, Ivan had stopped for a hot chai and a breakfast of eggs and pirojkis, and had overheard soldiers talking about this Italian girl with "a face to die for and a fuck like once in a lifetime".

Intrigued, Ivan had gone to this merchant's house. Stefania was asleep, but the old hag running the house as a brothel saw the three red squares on the Major's collar and she went upstairs to wake her up.

Stefania offered Ivan the prettiest face he had ever seen, except for Sumeyye his wife during their first years together. Stefania began to weep as Ivan walked inside her bedroom.

"You must be new to this trade. I'm Ivan."

"Si signor! P-please! Don't fuck me! I have nice tits, see?"

And as she spoke, Stefania lowered her loose nightgown and all the dim natural light in her bedroom seemed to gather in the pert tits of a black-haired vestal with the harmony of a Muse in her face, with a neutral mouth and cheeks that sang a silent song to her customer. A silent song that meant she had been forced into prostitution.

"Good! I like them. I love girls with black hair and a nice firm butt like your cheeks are showing for sure. I'll give you two rubles and I'll kiss you everywhere for two hours. You're in luck, young lady--I already had a fuck earlier this morning, so I'm too tired to stuff your pussy."

Miss Constantini offered her client a forced smile as she took her gown off and sat on her heels in her bed. Ivan stripped himself naked and before long, he was kissing her neck and telling her how pretty she was, calling her "young lady" as he took whiffs of her Italian hair while enjoying the baby-softness of her neck, where he kept kissing her tenderly while thinking of his wife, who had the same kind of hair.

"I like you, Stefania. Please move on all fours so I can kiss your butt and see whether it mirrors your cheeks as much as I think."

"You won't be disappointed, Sir."

And as he licked Stefania's vast buttocks of true firmness, Ivan re-lived the ungodly fuck he'd had back in the country on his way from the antique mansion to Belyyfontan. As he walked on the country road in an eerie morning fog, a lady in white had shown up in front of him, just standing there. She was a young lady and he knew who she was. He had conquered his terror upon seeing the expected bloody mess of her face where her nose was no more and an eye was missing.

"Nastya. I'm glad to see you."

"Rapist. Traitor!"

"Please, Nastya. I want to see my wife again."

"Rapist. Stay away from me!"

"I'm glad to see you, Nastya."

"Aren't you afraid of me?!"

"Not anymore. I like the lady in white."

"What?!"

"Yes. A lady in white. A ghost. This was my first fantasy ever. Back when I had my first, you know..."

"Stay away! Don't come any closer. Don't... I... I hate you."

"Oh, Nastya! You're barefoot! I love your feet! Ever since that first game of colorito we had together. Tobolsk, remember?"

"I... Stop this! Get away from me!"

But the girl in white didn't do anything to get away from Ivan, who had sank down on his knees and was now covering her feet with hot kisses, landing them on the cold skin of a dead girl.

"St-stop this... Ivan... Stop..."

But the girl was now crouching near the man wearing the uniform of a Soviet Major under his great coat. She lay a timid hand on his back.

"I... Oh! I'm, I'm sorry I got mad at you! Ivan... Oh! I love the way you love my feet! I'm sorry I got mad at you! Will you please make love with me?"

Ivan looked at her and was met with the shock of his life!

Instead of a disfigured lady in white, he saw Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanova of Russia, looking at him with love in her blue eyes, her face as pretty as ever and now wearing the same blue travel dress she had on the boat trip.

They kissed like young lovers, which was only true for her as she kissed him back with her dead-cold lips, but he didn't mind. He'd rather have Nastya as a ghost than not at all. He took her in his arms and carried her into a nearby forest, as if he were a Roman who had just married her and was going to live with her in the forest.

Once alone with her among the tall pines, Ivan gently put her down on a bed of yellow birch leaves and moist earth. And they made love.

Sex with Nastya always altered him. In Stefania's bedroom where he kept kissing her bottom and got lost with his face and hands pressed in her young lady's flesh, Ivan relived the forest fuck he had with the ghost girl.

At the end of it, it had taken a full ten seconds for Ivan to realize he was alone on the bed of leaves. Then he heard a silvery laughter that filled his ears with an eerie sense of loneliness and fear. The girly voice spoke out of the tall trees.

"Rapist. Traitor."

Ivan had ended up wanting to touch a living girl with warm skin. More than ever, the voice kept whispering in his mind, calling him a rapist and a traitor, while he walked down the country road in the same eerie fog.

The mutinied riflemen at the mansion would have ended up murdering him. He had felt it and taken the road, knowing that the Czechs occupying the town would recognize him and hopefully accept him upon seeing the Soviet squares on his collar, although he still wore the Czarist pale khaki, but so did all the mutinied troops. All hostile officers were dead or missing, and after three or four days, any officer still there was either spared or raped deep in his ass before being allowed to live on.

Now, inside the Italian house where every bauble or trinket stood for the father's Milanese roots, Ivan was enjoying the daughter's soft skin in her bedroom. Ivan ended up pressing Stefania's feet against his half-erect cock while looking down at her and enjoying how pretty she was with death in her long hair and life's light in her resting breasts as he used her priceless feet to massage himself to a proud erect state.

He kept going, Stefania's pretty little feet! They became his whole universe as he tried to ignore the jealous-sounding voice that kept whispering "rapist, traitor" inside his soul. He tried to erase that voice with an acceleration of rubbing against Stefania's feet, but the devilish angel voice persisted like a pesky tinnitus. "Rapist!"

"Yes! Yes! I love raping young ladies!" the Major bellowed as he went into a frenzy between the daughter's feet as his thoughts ran a quick fantasy where this same daughter was captured by peasants inside her father's burning castle and the revolted scum tore her rich dress off until she was naked and eerie white amid their sorry lot, and they all raped her while kissing and licking her legs. And her feet!

"YES! HER FEET! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHH! Uugh!"

That's when Ivan realized he was done. A nice pool of hot jism bathed Stefania's belly underneath her held-together feet and propped-up legs. Ivan kissed her legs and worshiped her white skin as the Italian girl used a rag to clean up the mess.

"Rapist." "Traitor."

The voice had returned as soon as his orgasmic bliss had quieted down.

And now, as part of the Czech brigade besieging the British outpost near Birsk, Major Ivan Sidorov walked inside a pleasure shack where Stefania and other girls from Belyyfontan were kept as whores for the soldiers. He couldn't wait to be inside Stefania's cubicle. The rapist and traitor only found peace when he was in the high sky of a climax.

***

Mina Harker felt so disturbed! Even more disturbed about how she felt about this officer holding her waist while riding than about having been gang-raped. She longed for his cock like someone addicted to opium. His cock meant liberation from the prison of morality she had lived in all her life. Wait until marriage, they said. May they all rot in Hell! The result of that wonderful Victorian school of morality was depressing--She was soon to turn twenty-nine and knew less about men than a nineteen-year-old housewife. Or did she?

In one afternoon, she had taken more different men inside her than five women put together in their lifetime. The bugle boys and the handsome naked lads had troubled her beyond comprehension. If she could, she'd stop the entire cavalry unit for a sex halt and suck this young Lieutenant until he'd spew his jism on her face. Better live and enjoy youth while it was still time. In only a few years, boys would stop looking at her. Mina suddenly felt old while riding in his arms along with the enemy unit.

She shouldn't be thinking like this! How selfish of her! The young nurses were living their worst nightmare. She was the head nurse, and all she thought of now was sucking a lad's cock!

The Lieutenant gently stroked her black hair and said something in his language. Whatever it was, it surely was something nice. Mina pressed her buttocks tighter against him while the cavalry unit rode down a slope and into a wide clearing where she realized was a well-organized camp, complete with cooks preparing dinner in large cauldrons on quiet fires. Above the tall pines, the sky was blazing red with vast clouds resembling fog that had caught fire.

"So well organized!" the British head nurse said. She felt as if those clouds would turn into cloud giants with fire in their eyes who would come down, grab her and give her what she had always wanted.

***

The male prisoners were escorted to the latrines where they feared the most disgusting form of humiliation, but the enemy proved more human than they thought. After the relief of their most basic needs, they were swiftly taken to the centre of the clearing and properly tied up while lying face down on the ground, while the nurses and the cavalry-girls were similarly escorted to the camp's latrines.

Colonel Alikhan felt that since the camp was deep inside a glen with a high hill to the east, they could make some quiet fires and use torches where they'd see their female captives better. There would still be some glow in the sky, but the enemy was far and these British nurses were worth the risk.

Once the English nurses were back from the camp's smelly corner, they were stripped out of their torn dresses where grinning Kazakhs listened to their sobs, their wails or their angry protests as Judith's charming body seemed ablaze under torchlight and eight more pairs of young tits came into view where water was poured on their heads and the naked nurses were rubbed by the smiling troops. The officers saw to it that no more liberties were taken and the young ladies would be helped back inside their ruined dresses.

As for the cavalry-girls, they were allowed to get dressed again in their torn uniforms, which the men had kindly carried for them in order to better humiliate them later on. Anika and Kovalenko were the notable exceptions--they were kept in the nude, their skin showing goosebumps from the chilling air, and were both tied up between trees, their arms and legs pulled by tight ropes where they'd face the fires and witness the meal while growing hungry.

The horses were fed, but not the Ukrainian girls. The seventeen remaining Cossacks were all tied up by men who jeered and used Russian to tell them they were stinking tramps who smelled like dung. They then pissed in their face and left them there like helpless sacks of potatoes where they could look at their leaders and see them both tied up in the nude between trees. Corporal Zildana cried and called her mother's name, her face wet with piss.

Shelpek, the traditional flat bread, was served to the men who began eating, all of them looking at their lovely prisoners. The nurses were seated in their midst, close to the largest fire in what felt like the honour seats. Such was the case. Mina felt this was well organized, while Judith found their courtesy monstrously weird and hypocrite.

Jerome, the infamous truck driver who spoke some Russian, was freed from the prisoners and allowed to stand as a translator for the English girls. Colonel Alikhan spoke. Jerome translated using a loud voice...

"Alikhan, the superior batyr, is honoured to have the English nurses as his guests... He... He will give them freshly killed duck meat as a present for the... for the distinguished guests."

Anika shuddered as she heard his voice. It was the very Englishman who had raped her so long. She was tied to her trees, getting cold and also had to listen to his voice!

Indeed, duck was served to the English girls.

Louise, Agnes, Rose, Catherine and especially Mina along with Evelyn began eating. They were famished and were not used to miss meals and they had gone without a lunch. Two other nurses hesitated, then began eating. The meat tasted amazing to the hungry girls.

Judith refused to eat. She threw her tin plate away! Soldiers nearby immediately picked up the pieces of meat and gleefully ate.

Alikhan bellowed angry words. Jerome translated, looking at Judith with eyes full of lust...

"The blonde girl shall be punished! She has offended her host!"

"Tell yer host he can go to Hell!" Judith snarled.

Alikhan called for volunteers to fuck the golden girl deep inside her ass. More than a hundred men immediately rose and the Colonel chose only ten.

The laughing men ignored Judith's snarling protests as they seized her and swiftly stripped her naked. They then put her in a proverbial bent-over position where her sweet curves were bright from the fire nearby and she stood barefoot in the sandy camp site. Standing just above five feet tall, the blonde was just at the right height for most of these men.

Mina Harker felt a mix of emotions as she watched. Poor Judith! But maybe she shouldn't have offended the host.

"Allahu Akbar!" yelled the first man as he slobbered his hastily freed cock and soon planted his hands onto Judith's buttocks where she was snarling more against the men restraining her and keeping her in this sensual position where the man now pushed his slobbered erection inside her pussy.

Alikhan barked something and the man switched holes.

Judith filled the camp with her helpless cries!

"Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!" the soldier repeated as he pounded her rectum without mercy, enjoying every fibre of the Christian girl who kept crying and wailing!

"I... I'm sorry! I made a mistake! Stop! Please stop!" Judith squealed as the man pushed deeper inside her ass, holding her hips for deer life where he kept forcing her curves in repeated collisions against him. He was in her deep to the hilt!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH Naaaaaah I'm sorry sorry OOOoooh ssooo sorrryy naahaaaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

The man accelerated and if anything, he deepened the Allah-enlightening thrusts inside her British rectum, until he began to shiver and further sped up the pounding and then he blissfully shouted "AAAAAAH AALLAAAH AKBARRRHHH! AAAAA AAAAAA AAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

He left a shit-load of yak pudding inside Judith's distended ass-hole.

The second man came. His brutal thick erection informed Judith that there were nine more men to go. Jerome grinned as he came to stand at the end of the line-up, using his newfound freedom to full advantage.

Alikhan nodded as Rose and Agnes screamed at him!

"You filthy no-good pig!"

"You're so low!" Rose bellowed, but she shut up upon realizing she could also get punished. Agnes had already gone back to silence and resumed her meal.

Judith's screams and whimpers became the background noise for the banquet. Each of the nine remaining men took grunting delight by raping her ass. They gave her enduring memories as she kept screaming her life out and saying how sorry she was.

Two taller men kindly nudged her into getting down on all fours, where Jerome went as hard as a rutting chimpanzee as he watched Judith's butt imprisoned between copper hands where her pale skin looked like blazing cream gold under the torchlight! She kept screaming under the anal torture while her eyes panicked upon seeing Jerome where he stood nearby and masturbated to her defilement!

The stars were out and the western sky was still glowing like deep sapphire. The stars seemed to mock Judith as Jerome finally took his turn. The other nurses watched in horror.

"I've always wanted you, Judith Baker!" Jerome confessed as he knelt behind her and grinning soldiers kept her in place where her curves offered too much for what their eyes could handle.

"Shut up and get it over with!" Judith snarled.

"Aaaaaahhhh yeeah! At last!"

Jerome's cry of victory echoed all around against the pines when he pushed inside Judith and began raping her ass! All rules of society were abolished as the lowly truck driver celebrated inside her tight rectum, his hands tightly pressed on her butt as he grunted like a rutting monkey.

The nurses were horrified, but they accepted the liquor offered to them and drank from the enemy's wine-skins, too afraid to refuse. They heard Judith's pitiful screams and did not wish to share her fate.

Judith's cries would endure surprisingly long as it became clear that Jerome was a long-enduring stud. Mid-way into the punishment, Jerome treated himself to Judith's pussy and the girl almost thanked him as the rape continued inside her wet cunt.

"Aaah aah ahh ahhhh Judith! Your ass! Judith! Aah I love this! Yer getting punished! Aaah ahh ahhh ahhhh!"

Jerome kept taunting her while giving her the full benefit of his long fuse. And he had quite a stick of dynamite to give her strong memories with. Judith felt the tight rubbing at her entrance where his hard sausage kept owning her.

"Fuck fuck! I'm so bloody well fucked!" Judith let out amid her frenzied whimpers. "No! No no! Jerome no! Stop! Noo! My dignity! Naaan aaaa aaaa aaaaaaaaaa nnhhoo!" But Judith couldn't stop the rush inside her!

Her pussy went off and she gave Jerome the satisfaction of hearing her high-pitched moans as she climaxed!

"You bloody bastard!" Judith finally snarled.

Jerome was lost deep in the mysteries of life as he kept his hands planted in her butt and kept plowing her, basking in the act. The satisfaction! He was fucking Judith! Judith Baker! At last!

"At last! At last I can fuck-fuck her! Yes! Yes! Yes! Take it your punishment from the working-class---Aaahh GOOD GOOD IT'S SOO GGOOOD! OH MY GOD HERE IT COMES!"

The long-enduring bastard pulled out of Judith and screamed his victory as he watched his raging bolts of semen landing on Judith's sensual vastness. She screamed in rage as she felt his hot sauce on her butt, where he rubbed it all over her!

"You bastard! I'll kill you!" Judith snarled.

Alikhan ordered his men to help Judith back to her sitting place between two nurses called Helen and Juliet.

"Leave me alone!" Judith snarled at the nurses trying to comfort her. She did let them help her back inside her torn dress, for the evening was getting a bit cold. Men served her some flat bread along with kumis, a fermented drink made from a mare's milk.

This time, Judith ate and drank quietly. With tears in her eyes, but she had gone silent.

The enemy commander smiled at her.

***

The meal was followed with an event where the nurses were not gang-raped again like they had every right to expect. They were made to watch each of seventeen cavalry-girls being raped near the fires, while Anika and Kovalenko, still tied up to their trees, were being lashed with a horse-whip.

Anika tried not to scream, out of her surviving sense of pride, but she was defenseless with her arms stretched on either side of her. The man with the whip stood near the tree at her right. He struck!

"Aaaaawww!"

It burned!

Kovalenko almost remained silent as the whip-lash bit her skin. More lashes landed. Kovalenko groaned, but still managed to remain silent, while Anika let out a high-reaching scream as the whip lashed her tits! The wave of pain radiated throughout her body.

Alikhan watched the flogging, enjoying Anika's screaming as another victory. He secretly admired Kovalenko's toughness.

The heavy-set Major personally supervised the organized stripping of Corporal Zildana and the other cavalry-girls.

This was the real reason why the Kazakhs had allowed them to put back their uniforms on. So they could strip them again!

With grunting joy, field shirts were open and pushed down shoulders as pairs of Ukrainian tits offered their youth against their owner's will. Zildana screamed with rage as she was pinned on the ground and the fat Major began sucking them! The middle-aged man engulfed them! His cap fell and showed Zildana how charming his balding head was in a close-up view!

The girls looked like they were trying to swim amid the press of men as their trousers were pulled off their feet and their torn shirts disappeared away from their unwilling arms! The Kazakhs would not take no for an answer.

Comments were made about their pussy hair! About the fact they had no say and would now be used as fuck dolls, all in Russian through the stern voices of officers and Feldvebels, who only watched as throngs of men urgently raped the Cossack girls after putting them in the usual position--Raped in urgent collisions against their bottom with their face kissing dirt.

The officers and Feldvebels kept looking at the nurses, who were now surrounded by the bugle boys and the youngest soldiers, as it was the custom that the finest-looking girls would be enjoyed first by the youngest men once they were first brought to the camp to be raped. It was one of the many ways used by the officers to prevent mutiny.

Anika was given a few more lashes before Alikhan ordered the men to untie her. She was then thrown into the waiting arms of dozens of men!

"Do all you please with her, but just don't kill her yet!" Alikhan bellowed. "She's screaming like a soft bitch!"

Then he turned to Kovalenko, relishing her nakedness in religious silence while Anika began to protest and whimper amid the men who took turns in sucking her breasts where welts intensified the paleness of her skin.

"You're a tough one!" Alikhan told Kovalenko in Russian. "Let's see how you fare against this!"

The men untied her and grinning, they executed Alikhan's order---They lifted the naked Sergeant and held her spread-eagled amid them, floating where her cunt was right where they could take turns in kneeling down and eating her pussy! They did just that. This while others ate her tits or forced-kissed her as her wrists and ankles were properly restrained.

Kovalenko couldn't do anything! She clenched her teeth and tried to block her body against their assaults. Soon, she was moaning and begging them to stop. Alikhan himself took time to suck her pert tits and was pleased to learn she had a small birth mark just south of her right nipple.

Kovalenko's hot moaning reached the stars as she finally surrendered and the man eating her cunt received her squirting juices and laughed. She was laughed at as they forced more pleasure out of her. Until Alikhan gave another command.

Now the men took turns in pounding her pussy, where she was always kept floating amid them, each man using his girth to force more moans out of her, each man's final groan joining her high moans as she received and kept receiving the enemy's semen.

Anika was down on all fours, always naked, but each man hugged her and squeezed her tits underneath her while pounding her, so she did not have to fear being cold. They were very considerate men, and to be frank, many women in Europe had secret dreams of being gang-fucked by savages from the far-reaching eastern steppes.

So many of them giving heat to the naked officer! Each of them filled with elation as he couldn't quantify the joy of being inside the White Witch! Her butt felt softer for it. Her tits felt perkier underneath her. Each man hugged her and in this close embrace, Anika learned the true meaning of being a woman.

***

While Zildana and the other Cossack were being gang-raped by the horde, the heavy-set Major grabbed Agnes and pushed her dress down her shoulders to enjoy the milky lights of her tits. The British girl was too terrified to say or do anything. She hated the sight of him and looked away, but he pinched her jaw and forced the meeting of their lips!

Some bugle boy protested, saying she was his to fuck first, but the Major just kept kissing Agnes, so the boy helped her out of her dress and began to run his hands all over her legs while kissing her butt, where she was kept well heated between the boy and the heavy man.

A group made out of young officers and boys seized all the nurses!

Judith found herself kissed everywhere by boys while her dress lay around her bare feet. The encounter felt so impossible to the English girl! Their skin leaned too much on copper brown, and yet their hands freely roamed on her! Their touch said fie upon England's laws and morality! The boy kissing her had very soft cheeks.

His lips meeting hers while he gently caressed her face filled Judith with a sense of lawlessness. She suddenly realized that such things must have happened quite a lot a thousand years ago, before Victorian laws said this shall not happen and one shall be married. How many boys had fucked a twenty-something Countess in some shady place inside her husband's castle?

Judith felt this lawlessness like sweet honey for her soul. There was something so liberating in these kisses from this boy! All these millennia where grown women secretly enjoyed bliss in the arms of a boy! She suddenly remembered her favourite novel. Could it be that Count Dracula lost his virginity long before he rose from his own death as a vampyre, when he was only a boy about to become a squire? Could it be that his wife, left alone in the castle while he was gone to war with the Turks, yet again, allowed some servant boys to pay her a visit at night?

For some reason, this boy was the first "man" of the group inside her. Taken by a trance of heat, and darkly happy not to be raped inside her ass, Judith opened her legs wide for him, and she let out all her sense of liberation in one loud moan as the outlaw penetration occurred. This boy was years younger than herself, and yet nature had already given him the means to make her whimper in his arms!

She wrapped her legs around him as he began pounding her amid whooping sounds and cheers and catcalls from other boys! Judith crossed ankles atop him and moved herself so she could take him deeper where his thicker base rubbed tightly against her entrance, making her moan and moan, louder and louder, as she abandoned herself to sheer pleasure.

"Oh! God! I'm so bloody well fucked!" Judith yelled out as another boy kissed her feet, while the boy kept stuffing her with unrestrained fury until she felt him twitch inside her and his whole body shivered as he let out a long-winded scream and she felt his hot breath against her neck.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYHHHHHHAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Yes, such formidable ejaculations did happen inside Dracula's castle when he was gone fighting the Turks and his wife felt too lonely. And she shared her secret with a capable servant boy.

Another boy fucked Judith face to face, trying out this unusual position for him. He was slightly older. Judith felt he was handsome and took him deep inside her, and she also wrapped her legs around him, lost in her inner world where well-girthed boys fucked noble ladies in shady castles.

Agnes and Rose weren't nearly as enthusiastic as Judith. They protested with rage as boys kissed their tits and proceeded to give much heat to the English girls. The heavy-set Major looked at their desperate plight with amusement while drinking liquor.

Agnes's angry face was tapped on and poked at using light-brown cocks loaded with yak milk that got spewed out on her face, not so angry anymore, as the girl cried and tears rolled where hot jism had landed. Rose was similarly treated, except they chose to spew their loads on her tits because she was slightly bustier.

Then, Agnes and Rose found themselves on all fours, again, where both girls began to take Asian cocks in an iteration of their afternoon exertions. Now they had the chance to learn what it felt like at night after a good meal. Rose's auburn hair looked just as dark as Agnes's where firelight played with her shimmering threads, all of it moving along with the punishing strokes from the overexcited boys. Both of them were shocked to find that such young boys could fuck with such force!

Helen and Juliet were grabbed by a group of officers who spoke among themselves while kindly nudging both brunettes into Kazakhstan's traditional sex position. As they mounted them like stallions doing mares, they said among themselves that these two girls had behaved well and deserved to be rewarded properly.

Neither Helen or Juliet had the foggiest idea of what they were saying. All they knew was those men had well-girthed cocks and the rapes were disturbingly gentle. Did they actually mean to reward them for good behaviour? By being gentle and not using their ass?

Juliet let her head hang down and cried. This was the second time this was done to her. The first time had happened in South Africa when a group of drunk Boers had somehow stumbled into her in the streets of Johannesburg. The four ruffians had beaten up her boyfriend before turning on her. She had never told anyone. Then her father had moved to London and she took it as the chance to forget all this and then became a nurse.

Now she bitterly cried as she took each man and felt as if being raped was her true purpose in life.

Helen took the repeated pounding on her hands and knees, feeling a bit like Helen of Troy being enjoyed by the victorious Greeks while the city was burning. What was being done to her was indeed done to women since the dawn of times.

***

Mina Harker moaned, "AAAAAhhh!" as the young Lieutenant violently opened her dress-top on her wonderful playground! He had been waiting for this ever since she rode in his lap. Now the true banquet was beginning!

While she was held and restrained by young soldiers, the non-resisting brunette let him suck and play with her breasts all he wanted while the boys finished undressing her and began to make their tongues and their kisses felt everywhere on her while the young officer gently crushed her tits together before releasing them so he could see how beautiful she was and how elating it was to have sex with a white woman from England.

She looked so much older than him! He could tell she was nearly thirty.

"Beautiful. Beautiful," he said in his infant Russian.

His voice was a nectar for her soul. Uncaring about having been defiled the whole afternoon, Mina took his kisses on her like an oasis of peace amid her torments. She felt deeply ashamed as she did so. She ought to resist! What they were doing was wrong! But who are these people who say it's wrong? Who are they to say this when they're safe in their homes? Far away from Ural where savages would gang-rape any woman who falls in their hands.

Mina was one such woman. In this lawlessness where she was having her tits sucked by a young man with copper skin, she decided she had the right to enjoy it, to enjoy the forced sex no matter anyone else would think of her.

She was probably the only one who felt like this. Most of the other nurses kept screaming and protesting as the Tartars or Mongols kept using them as their own slaves. Mina thought she had heard Judith moaning amid boys.

The young officer went down on her and she went nuts as he began kissing her pussy hair!

"No nooo I'm a raped Countess! Raped by brown soldiers! Muslims! Savages! I'm a white woman!" Mina shouted at the stars as the officer's tongue entered inside her while bugle boys were kissing her buttocks! Running their hands around those loaves of hers in a heated attempt to learn their contours.

The boys also took their turns in eating her pussy. Mina was no longer cold. They turned her into a moaning tramp with swollen tits. They could tell she wanted their cocks and found it very surprising from a girl who had been captured, but they took it in stride.

While she heard the perpetual whimpering and crying from her nurses, Captain Mina Harker was subjected to a long-lasting barrage of hand-pressing and cunnilingus galore where all the boys around her learned exactly what she sounded and tasted like when she hit her girl's heaven. Her racing heart made her fly in their arms!

The young officer then said she was ready to be fucked. Panting and sweating, Mina let them position her on all fours and she knew it was the young Lieutenant inside her when she was penetrated with sweetly brutal force!

The Lieutenant was so horny he barely lasted three minutes! Her white skin utterly hypnotized him as he enjoyed every second of the coitus from behind!

"Coitus more ferarum," Agnes thought as she lost control of her simmering body under the collective rape.

Mina lost her mind when the youth came inside her! She cried and said it was well organized! He cried his victory and burst inside her in long bolts of jism! A boy immediately followed and didn't last a minute! More jism for her. Another boy ravished her, and just like the young officer, he kept caressing her butt while feeding her with hot thrusts until he too exploded inside her. Another fresh boy entered her. More jism. Then another boy, and another! Then another. Another... Jism upon jism. All this yak pudding for her alone.

Wine-skin was brought to her mouth and she had to drink liquor. Things got more confused. Mina felt cocks being tapped on her face while they seemed to be floating her amid them, with her head slightly lower than her hips, where a naked muscle-man was raping her with force and authority and she remembered him from last afternoon. She was now surrounded by grown men while she heard the voice of Helen, who for some reason claimed to be Helen of Troy!

The men were all grinning down on her, often blocking her field of vision, and filling her nostrils, with cocks. Their roaring and cheers were deafening. Mina was never left without a man inside her.

"So well organized!" was all her confused thoughts could say as she took their urgent strokes with her head bobbing in their arms while they just wouldn't stop taking their turns inside her and enjoying the pale show of her jiggling breasts where she was gang-fucked under glowing torches.

"Fuck fuck I'm so bloody well fucked!" Judith hollered in a comical kind of anger as a group of officers seemed to try her out in different positions. She was presently restrained where she rode a thick-set officer in his fifties while the others held her arms and the older officer held her waist, and other hands kept touching her wherever they could reach as she was kept a-bouncing on the senior officer, who presently grabbed her tits and enjoyed her young age, while she let her head hang down while sinking in this act where she found a grim form of liberation by abandoning her body to these men. Praying not to become pregnant.

***

A rock was noticed by the mob around Anika. It was shaped like a table with a flat top, covered with moss, and most importantly it was just the right height for most Kazakh men, so they carried the panting officer there and put her on that rock.

"No, stop raping me! Noo please!" the gone-mad girl begged in her Ukrainian, half understood by some of her tormentors.

"Legs! Too beauty!" a thickly muscular, and naked, Sergeant yelled at her in childish Russian as he propped her legs up and soon penetrated her amid the overexcited crowd of jeering men, who now gave her the law of the steppe in a new position where her lower legs were resting on the muscle man's shoulders while she felt him deep where it both hurt and stirred her.

"Please, stop! It hurts..." Anika feebly begged in Ukrainian as the large Sergeant ravished her, imperially holding her waist while the press of men played with her tits, jeered at her and spat in her face while restraining her.

At the torchlight, the man looked like a living statue of bronze where his chest and shoulders enthralled something sombre and unexplored within Anika, while he pounded her in regular strokes that grew gentler as he clearly wanted to make the encounter last longer. Too exhausted to resist the urge, she planted her feet against his shoulders and anchored them there.

She felt his pulsing muscles pressed under her soles and let the throbbing waves of pleasure comfort her distressed body, clinging to this oasis of sensuality amid her nightmare. The man smiled at her as he kept gently pounding her. Someone poured liquor on her tits and men fought for the privilege of licking it off.

As fights broke out, the strongman remained virtually alone with Anika, holding her waist hard and nearly lifting her butt off the rock as he now furiously pounded her and she allowed herself be a moaning woman in his arms.

At this supreme moment, Anika remembered a train she and her girls had captured a few months ago along with Czech infantry, and there was a Soviet Komroty who had defected to the White Army. "You're very good to rape, Anika!" this Captain had told her while pounding her on the grass, where wives and daughters were being raped by the Czechs who had overrun the train. She didn't even know his name, but she had never forgotten him.

She also realized she was going to be shot at dawn and this was her last night in this world. What did she achieve in her life? Blood suddenly ran cold in her veins. She broke down in tears as the answer came inside her bobbing head. Not much.

A man was now licking her liquored breasts now that the argument had been settled. The muscle-man comforted her with his barrage of strokes. He forced her climax. The others had returned and held her wrists again where her hair of light-brown gold kept bobbing under the torch.

As the Kazakh strongman now accelerated into unrestrained joy inside her, and her feet remained anchored in his shoulders where they shared their heat and their pulsating despair, his face looked troubled by something akin to shame. Could it be that he had a wife or sister and wondered what he'd feel like if a horde of men did this to her?

Anika felt this through her feet. She experienced a feeling she never thought she could feel for an enemy. Empathy.

The man twitched inside her and looked up at the stars as he pressed her against the rock and bent over her while powerfully skewering her pussy as his cock exploded deep! She wrapped her legs around him as she received all of it. Maybe they'd let her live if she was a good whore.

There was a shift inside Anika that they immediately noticed. She had utterly surrendered!

They chaotically took their short-lived turns inside her, enjoying her legs and feet as they felt the unusual angle inside her where they raped her with her legs propped up. They kept the flat rock heated under her while she kept her feet planted in their shoulders, where they often caressed her ankles, enjoying the weird proximity of her while looking into her eyes. Where their eyes narrowed into slits of joy. This position was entirely new to them and each man who passed inside her experienced a rush of high adventure!

A lot of them grabbed her ankles and went all-out while kissing her feet. She was an officer! They all gave Anika their compliments by filling her up. Semen was spilling out of her bruised entrance when the rapist pulled out and another man took over with his eager cock.

Others took her full steam ahead with her legs bent and spread out like wings, where Anika ended up climaxing anew while countless hands kept her legs and feet well heated while the man's cock kept relentlessly plowing her, soon erupting inside her and soon replaced by another young man.

Anika ignored the pain. She tried to make the best of her worst night ever. Because it was her last one.

But maybe they'd let her live. If she was a good enough fuck.

***

Kovalenko felt nothing but contempt where she heard Anika's heated moans along with words of surrender.

"Yes yes! I'm your whore! Take me, my breeding bulls!"

Anika was forgetting she was an officer! She was a coward who wanted to save her skin by rolling along with the waves and becoming accomplice to her defilement. She'd be shot at dawn anyway, and then she'd die in shame!

In contrast, the naked Sergeant remained mostly silent where she took countless men on her hands and knees. Even when they forced a climax on her, she groaned in something that sounded more like anger and defiance. When she'd die to-morrow, it would be for reasons beyond her will and she would keep her head up until the very end.

Agnes, Helen, Rose and her auburn hair, Judith, Louise and the others were now the kneeling prisoners of packs of sex-crazy men who seemed to always want more! They kept the naked nurses kneeling in their midst, where they took turns in forcing themselves inside their mouth, knowing full well that the British girls were far too frightened to think of biting.

Agnes, who had been Oxford's prettiest student when she became a nurse specialist, had her mouth full with the cock of a man who smelled like horse dung! This was a man who liked to rub himself against his horse whenever he felt a bit too lonely. He smelled disgusting! Agnes fought the urge to vomit out of sheer dignity.

The man soon exited her mouth and duly heated her face with his pungent stickiness, and before she could catch her breath another lover came to her, and this one was especially handsome, with a naked body that hit Agnes like copper-tone sugar! She opened her mouth wider than morality would allow her as he gave her the hot benefit of his cock, and the Oxford girl explored nature's secrets, convincing herself she was gaining more knowledge of the human body and would thus become a better nurse as the throbbing thing kept rubbing her tongue and palate.

The young man ended up holding her hair and using her head as a pleasure ball. Agnes ended up swallowing everything.

Helen was actively licking off each man while they stroked her long dark hair. She was Helen of Troy and would claim it high and proud, yelling it at the stars whenever her mouth was free from what she saw as Greek cocks. She felt even more taken when two men raped her face at the same time! They ended up spewing their jism together and adding a lot of yak pudding to her antique beauty.

"I am Helen of Troy!" she ejaculated, her face nearly all covered with semen that looked like bright golden milk under the torchlight.

"Hhmmmffmmm..." was all Rose could say as a batyr vigorously fucked her face while stroking her auburn hair that was hit by a near lantern held by a subordinate--A cook who was eagerly waiting his turn to buck her on all fours. This cook looked forward to try her and then one of the blondes later on.

Judith was also making muffled sounds as Colonel Alikhan himself was holding her blonde head with both hands and actively fucking her mouth! Both her eyes were trying to leap out of her face as she fought to breathe with this big slab of foreign meat repeatedly hitting her throat. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of nothing but trying to breathe, while the enemy commander, with frothing slobber ebbing out of his mouth, took immense delight in this new phase of the banquet.

"Keeping my men happy is the nerve of the war!" he said for himself while being hit by Allah's delight.

"AAAAA AAAAALLAAHHu AKBARR NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN..."

Judith found his taste to be vile and revolting as she swallowed. But she felt lucky to be breathing again.

Then a bugle boy took her face and began pounding her mouth, holding her head with a gentler touch while he reminded her about the long centuries where no laws said such a boy couldn't do this with a young woman of her age. This while someone was behind her and began petting her butt, then ran his hands all over her, from cupping her tits to stroking her legs and feet, while the boy kept using her mouth and soon lost his mind and screamed, "Allahu Akbar!"

As she drank the boy's semen, Judith Baker felt like some medieval baroness who was just forced to suck a brigand's son after a successful attack on her husband's escort, deep in a forest. The man behind her pushed her forward until she was on all fours, then he kissed her butt before giving her his cock. And he raped her with such disturbing gentleness that she went along with it and let him have his way. She didn't look at him and gazed down at the ground while he went on gently raping her with his hands on her bottom curves.

This was a balding Feldvebel, naked and overweight, who thanked Allah for this fuck at the expanse of a blonde English girl not even half his age. His beastly grunts and his final flourish were just as intense as their age difference. The Feldvebel dumped his jism with disbelief in his eyes and it wasn't entirely clear whether he lost more slobber out of his gaping mouth or more semen out of his exploding cock.

One thing was sure, he would always remember Judith's hourglass figure that made him feel like a young Private the whole time he was inside her pussy.

Louise looked a bit like Judith, except she did not have her precious features and was a bit curvier. The troops had vast fun holding her hips and bucking her where they kept her bent over, standing with her lovely feet together, while they also used her mouth, grinning at each other while others shamed her ears by shouting "Allahu Akbar!" Wasn't she lovely with her long golden hair swaying in rhythm at the firelight? The prettier blonde was busy so they used this one, but so what? She was British too and her skin was all the softer for it.

Mina Harker was also bent over amid a thick press of well-girthed men. Standing with her feet together as well. Raped from behind and raped in her face by all these men who seemed so hot with desire for her! Stroking her black hair a lot. Some were down at her feet and intensely slobbered them, in the same posture as if they were praying inside a mosque, except she was their Mecca now.

Caressed and groped from head to toe, Mina no longer knew where she was. For all she knew, England had been swarmed by Mongols and she was a Countess being gang-raped by the invaders in Westminster Abbey. Whenever a cock creamed her pussy or her gullet and she swallowed, or her face or her buttocks, new men were there to keep furnishing her holes.

They raped her in every hole. Made her scream with pain mixed with intense pleasure when they sodomized her, while they all felt she was even prettier with a Kazakh inside her mouth! These cocks were so thick!

"This is so well organized!" These words kept hitting her confused mind amid the tumult. "This is inappropriate!" she yelled as the man using her mouth pulled out and the blanket of pungent heat hit her face with inappropriate stickiness.

The thick-set Major was now enjoying Mina while holding her hips, reveling in her slender hourglass figure as he found no words to describe how he felt with each forced encounter between his world and her world of white skin. He just couldn't understand why this was allowed to occur! This English lady would never even look at him!

"This is Allah's will!" the Major said as he got hold of Mina's snow-white wrists and resumed the rape with her hands together in her back, making the head nurse feel more punished than ever for letting down her girls.

"Yes! It is!" Alikhan replied, also in Kazakh while raping Mina's face and holding her head with both hands, but the night was getting late and he felt tired. So he ended up holding her long hair and forcing her to look at his half-erect cock as he masturbated in absolute frenzy. Until he erupted and offered Allah's will to her semen-painted face and Mina nearly climaxed again as the Major properly middle-aged her by a forceful geyser inside her, while heating her buttocks with his spilled slobber as he exhaled and groaned, "AAYYY UUHGaahhyyggh!!"

She was dumped down on the floor where she remained in fetal position on the forest floor, and then a slew of boys surrounded her naked splendour and began tapping their enduring cocks all over her, from her face down to her feet. They masturbated until left and right, their jism made her more beautiful with pools of enemy heat.

The camp began to settle down for a shortened night of sleep. The Kazakhs made sure no girl would be cold. They would sleep in close groups inside large tents, with one naked girl amid them.

One bugle boy, the very same one who had first raped Mina in the afternoon, was now taking Anika where she was flat on her stomach against the flat rock. Anika took the boy like a dead girl, although she felt embers of erotic fire as she sensed how young he was through his softer hands where he held the crease of her hips and comforted her bruised pussy with gentle strokes.

"Even boys, even the weakest and youngest of them are submitting me! I'd be better off dead!" Anika thought as she kept getting gently stirred by the boy's enthusiasm. The boy ended up screaming as if his hand were getting crushed, but it was out of high bliss. He pulled out of the enemy commander and let his jism rain down on her pale butt curves with a satisfaction that could only be conjectured!

"No, I don't think raping one of the Czar's daughters would be more satisfying!" the bugle boy told himself, feeling immensely proud of doing this to the enemy officer.

Alikhan was there along with the Major. They had heard the boy screaming and felt very much concerned that Anika was trying to escape. They felt too tired and were relieved when they saw there would be no need to run after her in the forest. Not that an exhausted girl in the nude would get very far, but they weren't exactly in the mood for a pleasure hunt. They longed for sleep.

Alikhan had Anika tied up with her hands behind her back, but he left her there, bent over her rock where her bottom was kissed by the chill of the night. Where any man on watch would come and use her, or just kiss and lick her butt and legs to further his satisfaction of having captured the White Witch.

"You thank us, Lieutenant! We made this easy for you. To-morrow. Another day," the Colonel said in her ear, speaking as if she owed him a great favour. Then he kissed her good night, revelling at the crusts of dried semen all over her face, a clear sign that the men had barbecued her by raping her two men at a time when the orgy reached its climax.

Men came to properly thank her for the festivities. Boys came too. Anika wished she were dead, but she found she was more afraid of death than anything else.

***

Inside one of the pleasure shacks, Major Ivan Sidorov found an ephemeral solace between the feet of a girl who looked scandalously young. Stefania had been found too busy with a platoon of Czechs who raped her both ends at once, asking her in Russian whether she had missed them while filling up her mouth and her ass or pussy. He had waited his turn for another Italian girl, this one a blonde, possibly Stefania's young sister. He did not care. He wanted to fuck.

Ivan felt depressingly low in virtue as he kept looking at the girl's face and understood how shockingly young she was, but this caused his cock to swell into a painful state of hardness he hadn't really felt since the unrestrained orgy on the Russ ship. At forty-six years of age, his erections were usually a touch softer, but not this time. He was holding her ankles and using her small feet to pleasure himself as he looked at her pert tits while the girl looked away from him and quietly sobbed as she no doubt remembered a happier childhood.

It was only during the joys of sex that he was spared by Nastya. He no longer heard her voice when lost deep in an intercourse. He thought of having this fairy-looking whore on all fours, but the magic of her feet was such that he kept fucking them until he exploded and groaned long and hard as he relieved himself and his sludge landed on her.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WE WON!!!"

In the heat of his post-climax, as he ravished the girl's tits with his open mouth, he thought of that Ukrainian cavalry Lieutenant he had so blissfully fucked last spring. Where was she now? He hoped she was safe.

Later on, he took a walk in a wide field where Czechs were gang-raping captured refugee wives and daughters by their campfires. He joined them and commended them for their refinement. The soldiers had forced them to get dressed again, and rewarded them with some food.

But now. Now! The daughters were first grabbed and their fathers and brothers were forced to watch again as their traditional outfits were forced open while they were stretched on the grass. Their maiden's tits moved in plain view along with this acceleration of wartime lust where grinning soldiers pulled their dresses and petticoats off the girls and their cocks surged again!

"Rapist! Traitor!" Nastya's voice kept nagging Ivan as he waited his turn. The new Brigade General, a Sergeant with an intelligent face who had been elected, was now raping one of the prettier daughters, a damsel with dark red hair and wonderful skin. She kept looking away from him while her father yelled obscenities. He laughed and relieved himself while the rest of the men had taken their picks and were similarly enjoying their time on top of the wives and daughters.

When his turn came, Major Sidorov used the girl's tits to press them against his cock and it soon became quite hard. "Rapist... Traitor..." Nastya's voice kept resonating in his head until he upped the pace between these maiden tits and and raped them with his throbbing erection, his mouth wide open while grunting as if he wanted to buy her out with this grunting melting on her like hot dung. The girl was bitterly sobbing.

Ivan came with shock! Shock at the intense burst of semen that spewed out of him and gathered in a thick pool under her chin as she wailed and called her mother.

"Rapist! Traitor!"

The relentless voice came back as soon as his body cooled down. Ivan knew he would keep hearing her until his dying day.