The Galwan River. Beautiful and wild. It flows from the disputed Aksai Chin area administered by China to the Union Territory of Ladakh, India. It originates near the caravan campsite Samzungling on the eastern side of the Karakoram range and flows west to join the Shyok River. Shyok River itself is a tributary of the Indus River, making Galwan a part of the Indus River system.
The narrow valley of the Galwan River as it flows through the Karakoram mountains has been a flashpoint between China and India in their border dispute. In 1962, a forward post set up by India in the upper reaches of the Galwan Valley caused an "apogee of tension" between the two countries. China attacked and eliminated the post in the 1962 war, reaching its 1960 claim line. In 2020, China attempted to advance further in the Galwan Valley, leading to a spike of high tension.
On 21 May 2020, the Indian Express reported that Chinese troops had entered the Indian territory in the Galwan River valley and objected to the road construction by India within the (undisputed) Indian territory. On 24 May, another report said that the Chinese soldiers invaded India at three different places: Hot Springs, Patrol Point 14, and Patrol Point 15.
At each of these places, around 800�1, 000 Chinese soldiers reportedly crossed the Line of Actual Control and settled at a place about 2�3 km (1�2 mi) from the border, pitching tents and deploying heavy vehicles and monitoring equipment. The report added that India also deployed troops in the area and stationed them 300�500 metres (1, 000�1, 600 ft) from the Chinese troops.
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As she observed some Indian troops through powerful binoculars, Major Wang Xue noticed their tall build, the fierceness in their eyes, their Hindu beards, the sternness of their features, the warlike confidence in their strides. It was clear that she was observing elite soldiers. Something deep inside her felt the urge of just walking over there and allowing herself to be captured, knowing instinctively that she'd get gang-raped. Xue was very very wet as she thought about those proud Indians grabbing her and ripping her uniform off her body...
Being a well-disciplined officer, Xue kept her composure, although Private Zhào Chun was nearby and did perceive Xue's deeper breathing. The slender Private had sensed she wasn't alone to feel aroused from being in enemy territory. Now she had proof. She was also scared out of her mind at the thought of getting captured.
And yet... That night, Chun masturbated very intensely about being taken captive and gang-fucked by no less than ten Hindus, all bearded with broad shoulders and a big cock, each of them raping her naked while keeping their turban. Xue also had a very heated solo session to a very similar fantasy; she bit her pillow hard as she climaxed to avoid being heard by the Colonel who slept in the next tent, or waking up Zhong who shared her tent.
Zhong woke up and saw her opportunity. She ended up kissing a half-reluctant Xue and became the first woman ever to suck the Major's tits and eat her pussy. More pillow biting from Xue!
The middle-aged Colonel remained fast asleep and thus missed his opportunity to fuck Zhong like he had been wanting to, as both women were so horny they would have let him in into a threesome.
Captain Bhavin was in his own tent. He lay awake and re-lived the fantastic fuck he had in London, when that girl's mother gave him sex with her husband watching and getting off as a willing cuckold.
The Colonel woke up and masturbated hard, not thinking of Zhong, not this time. He got off from picturing Private Zhào Chun getting gang-raped by the enemy. "Oh yeah, yeah! She's secretly dreaming of this, the lovely little slut! Aaahh yeah! She got nice little tits and a juicy butt to get bouncing... Yeah! Pants down! She's only nineteen! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHRRR YEESSSS!!!" Lt. Colonel Yè Hao was surprised at the prodigious amount of cum he just spewed out.
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On 27 May 2020, the Chinese Ambassador to India as well as a Chinese Foreign Ministry spokesman stated that the overall situation was stable. However, news reports continued stating that thousands of Chinese soldiers were moving into the disputed regions in Ladakh.
As the days went on, the situation didn't change much. The tension was everywhere. All could sense the upcoming clash. Xue would always observe the enemy from 1, 500 feet and get very wet. How could she be having such depraved fantasies when her country relied on her?
The Colonel sounded disappointed when he remarked that no female soldiers were to be seen on the Indian side. Indeed, as of 2020, women in India were not allowed to serve in combat units such as Infantry. China was more progressive. Communism is always more progressive. Xue, Zhong and Chun all agreed that Communism would ultimately prevail over decaying Capitalism of lousy countries such as India and USA.
"We'll kick their ass!" Chun said.
"Hmm, well, I guess so, I mean, yes of course!" Zhong replied. Xue immediately went to Zhong's rescue...
"What the Captain means, Private Zhào, is that we must never underestimate the enemy!" Xue added. "Those soldiers are real men!"
"I know!" Chun replied, then she promptly saluted both officers took her leave and went directly to her tent, where she found herself alone.
"Yes they are!" Zhong added, and she suddenly said she forgot something and had to go fetch it in the tent she shared with Xue.
On 15 June, Xue was second-in-command to Lt. Colonel Wu Chen when he led his 320-strong unit around Patrolling Point 14, through narrow trails bordering a steep cliff overlooking the fast-flowing Galwan River. It was a dangerous place.
They met a strong force, battalion-sized, of Indian soldiers and a standoff took place, where both sides stared at each other, each trying to scare off the opposing force. It had been previously agreed that no firearms would be carried in the sector. But both forces were armed with staffs and other blunt weapons such as baseball bats. Needless to say, all wore helmets.
Xue was scared out of her wits as she stood maybe only 20 yards from a group of tall, black-bearded infantrymen who stared at her with piercing gazes. She wore her field uniform, her helmet and combat gear, but she felt naked in front of them. Someone else, an altered version of Xue, seemed to speak in her place when she kept ordering her subordinates to keep calm, while juices flooded her pussy deep under her combat uniform.
Captain Wu Zhong felt very much the same way. Private Zhào Chun was shaking in her boots and sweating profusely. What a rush! She felt strong and as nimble as a cat, yet those Indians facing her... They looked so strong!
Captain Bhavin Chopra noticed something strange among the opposing Chinese battalion. There were women over there!
"औरतें / auratẽ!" he exclaimed in Hindi. Ladies! Those bastards have lady-soldiers in their ranks! How brazen! And they took them along with them across the border! They were so cocksure of themselves!
Other men and officers noticed that some Chinese soldiers were a bit wider in their hips and stood shorter with softer features on their faces. "औरतें / auratẽ!" "औरतें / auratẽ!" The word circulated like a wind of lust through the Indian ranks. The Indian Colonel himself smiled and felt very horny as he ordered his men to keep their cool with a stentorian voice.
When they took a closer look and noticed Xue's rank insignia on her collar (the two lines and the star) and realized she was a Major, the Indians in Bhavin's elite company were shocked. The Chinese had female officers in combat units!
"Give us your women and we'll let you go unscathed, little men!" a Lieutenant shouted, near Bhavin, who scolded him sternly, but his voice got lost a the sudden tumult as many men took his hint...
"Yes! We want Chinese women!"
"Chinese butt! We'll strip them and touch their butt!!!"
"Lets go get their women!"
"Yes, yes, we fuck their women! Give cocks to their dim-sum faces!"
"Let's see what they look like without their uniform!"
"Let's go and fuck their pussy!"
"Yes! Yes! We fuck! We fuck!"
And so on... It was a big storm of lewd words in Hindi. The Chinese men who heard and understood experienced a shameful hard-on at the thought of their female companions ending up as sexual entertainment for Indian troops. None of the Chinese lady soldiers understood Hindi. Xue and Zhong both spoke fluent English, but English wasn't very useful in this particular context.
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"They're attacking! They're attacking!" Zhong cried out in alarm.
"Push them back!!!" Xue ordered at the top of her voice, but her command was drowned in the wild tsunami as the Hindu soldiers charged directly in a deafening roar where Xue heard clearly as a few Indian soldiers shouted, "we wanna fuck!" in Mandarin Chinese, all this in the roaring frenzy of the upcoming clash where baseball bats struck kevlar helmets.
Xue was suddenly lost amid a mass of screams, rage and violence as she and her fellow soldiers tried to use their batons, clubs and iron rods, but the melee was so thick and confused that it was almost impossible to strike any meaningful blow.
Xue had no idea where she was in that storm of confusion. She got hit on the thigh, she hit back directly on a tall man's helmet and her legs turned to water as she realized she had only succeeded in angering the bearded man, who wore the insignia of a Captain on his combat uniform. He dropped his bat and rushed at her and grabbed her collar and headbutted her repeatedly, her helmet absorbing the impacts, but the repeated blows severely strained her neck while the man, twice her size, shook her like a rag doll. He would have made short work of her if they weren't both surrounded by many others from both sides who pushed, shoved and tried to land blows with bats, clubs and rods or simply punches and elbows. Kicks to the legs proved more effective.
While soldiers carry firearms, due to decades of tradition designed to reduce the possibility of an escalation, agreements disallowed usage of firearms in the region, and this was why the fighting was done with blunt weapons, kicks, punches and wrestling.
The clash lasted hours! Xue was depleted, exhausted. There was not much power left in her well-trained limbs. She realized in horror that the enemy proved more resilient. The Indians were indeed getting the upper hand.
我肏 ! (wǒ cào!) = "Fuck!" Xue cursed as she realized that the Indians were now driving her and her men back.
She heard some shrieks now and then. At one point, she witnessed a tragedy where two Chinese infantrymen were pushed down the edge and fell down the cliff and into the storming river some thirty yards lower. She then knew that some of her comrades would only return home inside a coffin.
Then, that same bearded man, that Captain, grabbed her and punched her directly on the right side of her belly, right through her field uniform, and the impact turned her legs to jelly and she collapsed as her liver was hit and she was unable to breathe, but the large man held her and kept her half-standing. Xue was out on her feet.
Someone hit him on the helmet, but the blow didn't have much power and glanced off. Xue confusely saw that it was Zhong who was trying to help her, but two Indian soldiers tackled Zhong and seized her legs, and she fell down with a scream and began to panic as a great many men converged on both female officers.
"औरतें ! / auratẽ!" "Auratẽ!" (women!) they shouted as they grabbed Xue and Zhong while others drove back or clubbed down any Chinese trying to rescue their officers.
The enemy Captain managed to remove Xue's helmet. Xue's straight raven hair cascaded down on her shoulders as she lapsed into a state close to unconsciousness, although her enemies grabbed her and kept her on her feet. Everything around her was a kaleidoscope of chaos, all screams, movements, sweat, adrenaline and fury, all pushes, pulls, shoves, swearing in Mandarin, in Hindi, and half-stopped blows, and the same word in Hindi, "Auratẽ!!" "Auratẽ!!"
The men around her kept repeating it. She started sensing that the enemy's behaviour was shifting. Someone groped her butt. "Auratẽ! Auratẽ!" "Whou-ou-ou-ou-ouu!!!" Someone cupped her right breast through her combat outfit. Xue was shocked, and wet and absolutely horrified as she realized the difference between fantasizing on something and having it happening for real.
She was being groped! Juices flowed her sex as she lapsed into over-exhaustion and also realized she was shivering with cold. How did she last so long under such harsh conditions? She had been fighting for hours at 13, 000 feet above sea level! She felt proud of her physical feat as she fell unconscious, stricken by the same sort of exhaustion as a runner at the end of an epic marathon. The last thing Xue remembered seeing was a name patch on that enemy Captain, whose name was "CHOPRA".
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When Xue came to, it was all dark under a starry sky. She was being carried off by two men, one holding her armpits while the other one held her ankles. Her hands were tied up as well as her ankles. Indian soldiers, all of them. She had been captured!
She heard a familiar voice, not very far from her... Zhong! "Let me go! Let me go! I'm a Captain! The Geneva Conventions say I'm entitled to proper treatment! This is unacceptable! I'll complain to your generals! Let me go! You'll regret this! Let me go!!!"
They clearly didn't understand Chinese, or they didn't care. The men laughed and jeered at their prisoners.
Xue then heard other female voices. She reconned that no less than two or three other female soldiers shared her fate and Zhong's. A nearby soldier directly touched the rank pad on her collar and laughed.
She suddenly realized her bladder was full and she needed to pee. She said so to the man who had just touched her collar and violated her rank insignia. The man kept laughing at her and said many things in Hindi. Other men laughed and jeered at her.
Out of sheer pride, Xue held on. She wasn't going to pee herself inside her uniform! That uniform represented China and the People's Liberation Army. Wearing it made her feel empowered, although in a very limited scale due to her predicament. Her urge to pee caused her to writhe and wriggle like a woman trying to imitate a snake. It stirred much laughter from the men.
A Chinese soldier, a male, said something in Hindi, and the men suddenly understood. They made a halt and quickly untied Xue's ankles and wrists. Xue noticed they were walking down a winding trail that went downhill into a thickening forest, but she couldn't see more through the night's satin veil. The air was chilly, yet getting unusually warmer. Everything felt so odd to Xue. It was really as if she had landed on another planet!
That same Captain who had fought her head to head now stood in front of her while two Indian soldiers restrained her on either side. He pointed at a place near bushes. A young Lieutenant with a handsome face under his beard translated his words... "Go there and take a pee. You must face away and remain visible. Don't try to flee. We'll shoot you!"
Xue wanted to hesitate, but her bladder was about to explode and force her to flood her camouflage trousers. She went directly to the said spot, barely able to walk out of sheer exhaustion. Her wardens helped her.
Once there, she saw Zhong and Zhào Chun. She quickly undid and lowered her trousers along with her panties, then squatted down and felt the blissful relief as she freed her bladder, at last, but humiliation stung hard as she realized that all those Indian men were seeing her butt in its full naked glory. The night's chill air also hit her exposed skin with an unforgiving kiss of cold. A ghastly wind of change. A change of fortune for the worst.
Zhong and Chun were in the same squatting position and peeing as well, their butts added to Xue's to give their captors a wonderful show of pale Mandarin bottoms as the Indian troops began to whistle and catcall and jeer under the twilight sky. The Indians had flashlights and put them to good use; they saw enough Chinese flesh to get a solid overview of pale copper or pale bronze hue, all lighted up by those flashlights that were ironically made in China.
Bhavin himself and many others, including the Chinese prisoners themselves, experienced an erection that offered a great sense of comfort after the high-adrenaline clash. The men wanted a good fuck! Xue could feel it right down her core.
Xue was proud of her pale skin and also proud of her feminine shapes. But she was slender, and she had noticed that Zhong had somewhat fuller shapes and her face was wonderfully spotless--she remembered this from their hot kissing sessions in their shared tent. And Private Zhào Chun was very young, perhaps as young as 18, and even though Xue was herself just as slender as her, Chun's skin had a warmer tone of fair copper that no doubt gave her a very hot and juicy booty for those bearded apes who kept catcalling and whistling.
In short, Xue felt humiliated, but was also concerned about not being the most attractive girl in the trio she was now part of as she finished peeing on Indian soil.
There was much unrest among the enemy. Xue noticed several male prisoners, her subordinates, and she saw some of them wearing a grin; and she realized with a heavy sense of mortification that these Chinese privates and sergeants had just enjoyed a full-on view of their Major's buttocks! To her, this felt even worse than Indian gazes. So humiliating! How dare they?! Sergeant Ming with his large Buddha-like face was the worst! He stood there, looking into her eyes and smiling a mile wide. She felt like decapitating him!
The enemy Captain, whose name she remembered as being "Chopra", barked orders in Hindi, and the men reluctantly calmed down. They quickly tied up her wrists and ankles again, and did likewise to her fellow captive girls.
Once again, Xue was carried off and held at her ankles and under her armits, like a piece of fresh meat, and obviously led to their base camp. She hoped that the humiliations wouldn't get worse, but something within her told her this was just the very beginning. At least, she wasn't alone in her bad spot. She thought about the prospects of negotiations and prisoners exchange and realized with great concern that she could expect to remain a prisoner in India for three or four days. And a lot of things can happen over three or four days.
TO BE CONTINUED.