Xue heard a sudden storm of catcalls. A great profusion of lewd words in Hindi flew toward her and all her female companions of misfortune. And all those gazes on her!
She didn’t have to look around to know she was being carried into the enemy camp. Men were lined up under bright camp lights—they had clearly put some extra lights on as word had got around that female Chinese soldiers had fallen into their hands. Xue felt their burning gazes go straight through her Major’s uniform, through her field boots as they took note of her small feet echoing her feminine hands, and she could tell there was no way she was going to go through the night unscathed. Something bad was going to happen and it was unavoidable.
A truck sporting khaki camouflage patterns rolled in, throwing some dust as it bobbed slowly on, looking greyish through the darkening night, but then it got suddenly brightened by those camp lights. It stopped and no less than twelve bearded soldiers jumped off and joined the small crowd of enlisted Indian men, each of whom quickly spotted the soldiers with curvier buttocks under those pretentious PLA field uniforms worn by the prisoners.
“Vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah!!!! औरतें / aur’tẽ! aur’tẽ! aur’tẽ! (auratẽ = ladies!) (vaahavaah! = Wow wow!)”
“महिलाएँ! महिलाएँ! यहाँ महिलाएँ!” (mahilāẽ! mahilāẽ! = women! women! / yahaan mahilāẽ! = women here!)
“वाहवाह! यहाँ महिलाएँ! वाहवाह! वाहवाह! वाहवाह! वाहवाह!” (vaahavaah! yahaan mahilāẽ! Vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah!)
The catcalls were deafening! They hit Xue’s ears like a strong exotic liquor. Those men were extremely excited about her and the other women in her group, they clearly did and even then, she was probably underestimating this.
All she saw were Indian men, and it figured, as there were no women in Indian combat units.
As the two men carrying her stopped, Xue took a better look at those rows of men. At least several dozens of them! Most of them were tall and strong with thick jet-black beards and wore their religion’s turban. A few of them looked overweight and ugly; and yet they were the ones that especially terrified Xue as she imagined being taken by such gross men. Zhào Chun was crying and calling her dad's name after noticing those ugly fat men and feeling their creepy gazes on her. Zhong felt terrified, yet fascinated and incredulous; it must be a bad dream and she was going to wake up in her tent near Xue.
The officer known as Captain Chopra gave loud orders in Hindi. He pointed at a spot on the ground where Xue was dropped with some semblance of care, just enough not to hurt her.
Xue deduced that they didn’t want her bum to get bruises and—this meant they were going to strip her... Xue became very aroused and filled with shame and horror all at once. Her panties were getting wet under her PLA uniform.
She was unmarried, and this would be very very bad to show herself naked in front of men! A proper Chinese woman ought to only be naked once she was married and only in front of her husband. Xue knew this since she was a little girl. She dreaded that those men had phones to film her with. She couldn't bear it if her shame went viral! This would be even worse than losing face!
The jeering and catcalls in Hindi kept raining as a tumult of obscenity on the Chinese prisoners. The other females in Xue’s group were similarly laid down where all saw their distressed faces in various subtle shades of pale copper or delicate bronze that looked almond white. The Indian soldiers were already tasting the splendour of their skin only by looking at their face and hands. But they wanted more! And nothing was going to stop them now!
Other than Captain Wu Zhong and Private Zhào Chun, Xue saw privates Ding Fang, Chong Mei and Luo Qiao. Xue prided herself for knowing all the names of each and every soldier in her battalion. She also knew that all these she-privates were 18 or 19 years old, except perhaps Zhào Chun who was maybe 20 or 22, Xue wasn’t sure, but she did notice how hard Zhào Chun was breathing, and she knew she wasn’t the only one to be wet down there amid her general terror.
L-R. = Privates Ding Fang (19 yo), Chong Mei (18) and Luo Qiao (19)
***
Captain Chopra was now pointing at the opposite end of the open space, and all the male prisoners were ordered—in English—to kneel down in one single row and remain silent. Soldiers quickly made sure the male prisoners all had their hands tied up behind them. Those whining little pansy bitches who complained at the discomfort were kicked in the ribs! Was Beijing mocking India by sending such sissies to invade? Kicking those boys and beating them up was fun.
There were about three dozen men in that group. This wasn’t a lot given there were six women among the prisoners, including Xue herself. Xue understood what this meant—the Indians had been especially zealous to capture the women. She knew why and this made her even more soaking wet. Then, her heart turned to water as she realized another small detail—whatever was going to happen to her, it was going to take place right in front of her own soldiers!
Xue was terrified by the enemy, but she felt far more terrified by the shame that she knew was going to be hers. She felt it and she was on the verge of tears, no matter how hard she tried to keep her composure. At 26 years old, she was still a virgin and felt extremely curious to know what it would feel like to lie down under a man, hopefully a strong man who would utterly dominate her, and that tall and broad-shouldered Captain seemed the right man to do this! But no! NOT in front of her own men!!!
Captain Chopra walked straight at her.
Xue half-yelped, half-moaned as her arm was grabbed, and with one hand, the enemy Captain pulled her by the sleeve and made her stand up beside him. His size and strength shook her right down to her core and took away all fight left in her—Xue knew she wasn’t going to resist him. The top of her head barely reached his chin—Xue outranked him as a Major, but she felt naked and vulnerable in front of him.
“What is your name and rank, slut?” Chopra asked her in English, very loud for all to hear.
His voice acted as a powerful weapon of domination over her. She complied.
“M... Major... M, major Wang Xue, ” she replied in English as well.
“Louder! We want to hear you, slut!”
“MAJOR! I AM MAJOR WANG XUE!!!”
“Well, listen, Major Slut, you're going to order those she-soldiers here to stand up in front of us and take their uniforms off! Come on, tell them! We don’t have all night!”
Xue gave the order. Private 1st class Luo Qiao, the daintiest of her girls, rose to a crouching position, then hesitated, looking at the jeering Indian soldiers with great alarm and receiving a storm of catcalls and gazes. Luo Qiao was so petite! She looked more like some high school girl disguised as a soldier than the highly trained private she actually was.
None of the other girls moved. They shook their head with tears glistening on their faces. Captain Zhong was paralyzed and from the spotless beauty of her calm-looking face, she looked at her captors as if she was trying to make them disappear by rounding her eyes as wide as possible.
“Tell them to get up and remove their uniforms! Or else we take two of your male soldiers and we shoot them through the head!” Chopra barked.
Xue repeated his order, and included the added threat from the enemy Captain. Speaking Mandarin was now her only comfort.
This time, Luo Qiao got up, but she made no movement toward the zipper of her camouflage jacket. The other girls all remained sitting.
Angry, the Indian Captain gave a short order. Two Chinese men were picked from their line-up and made to kneel again in front of the others, each with an enemy Sergeant behind him. Both Indian Sergeants pulled out a Pistol Auto 9-mm 1A and the ominous shlick-shlick was heard as they each chambered a bullet.
Both Chinese infantrymen began to sob on their knees as they felt the cold kiss of a barrel on the back of their neck.
Then, Captain Chopra ordered once again Xue to instruct her girls to kindly stand up and strip, or else...
But none of the girls moved. Only Luo Qiao put a hesitating pair of dainty hands to her jacket zipper and began to lower it, but she stopped mid-way and began to sob and call Xue’s name, crying like a little girl getting spanked!
Both pistol-threatened men were sobbing on their knees and shaken in a last-minute trance. One of them was peeing his trousers. The other male prisoners all looked at the girls with disbelief and growing anger! Why was it that they wouldn’t take off their uniforms and show themselves to save their comrades? Didn’t the Party tell them that the individual meant nothing against the common good of the many?
All became suddenly aware that the Indian Captain had an assault rifle in his hands and he was putting a blade at its end—a bayonet.
“Now, ladies, you’re starting to really piss me off! Now you, Major Slut! Tell your girls that if they aren’t on their feet and taking off their uniforms in ten seconds, my men will do it for them, and then I will shove this blade right up their lovely little asses! One by one and with purpose!”
Captain Bhavin Chopra repeated his orders to make sure the slut-in-charge understood. His massive forearms gave no doubt as to the force that would be applied to that bayonet if he so wished to carry out his threat of bladed sodomy.
When Xue translated in Chinese, all the girls shrieked, except Zhong, and they all suddenly found the energy to rise to their feet!
Soon enough, the pleasant sounds of zippers were heard amid the now-silent circle of men—and the jackets started coming off those lovely female shoulders. Even the wheather was on India's side as the breeze was getting unusually warm for that region and time of year and hour, and Zhong found with disbelief that the air wasn't really biting her skin with the chill she expected. It was just cool enough to give her some slight goosebumps as she lead the girls by her own example. It was as if those soldiers had brought some tropical heat along with them. It felt surreal!
All the girls wore a regulation khaki tank-top under their camouflage field jackets, and those tank-tops were all they had to cover their sport bras.
Chopra gestured angrily at them. The silent command was clear enough.
Luo Qiao was the first to remove her tank-top and let the men see her bra, which plainly showed she had small and perky tits that rode high on a chest that was just as petite as the rest of her. As she removed the light khaki tank-top past her flowing dark hair, the smallness of her raised arms with her tiny hands was met with many catcalls and “Vaahavaah! vaahavaah!” from bearded Hindis as she reluctantly discarded her tank-top and hid her sport bra with her arms, sobbing like a teen girl held as a hostage by violent terrorists, and her actual predicament wasn't all that far from this.
The other girls and Captain Zhong followed suit. All were sobbing, except Zhong, who was now panting hard as she saw the thickly bearded Captain make another angry motion at them.
“Remove all your clothes! Strip naked! This is an order!” Xue bellowed in Chinese as she translated Chopra's new order, feeling very aroused at the prospect of seeing her subordinates showing themselves in the nude amid all those men... and in front of male soldiers from their own side.
To preach by example, Xue started to unzip her own jacket.
“Not you, Major Slut! Not you!”
Xue had to remain standing fully clothed as the girls now undid their belts and lowered their camouflage fatigues after their agile fingers undid and removed their field boots, most with reluctance, but Zhong and Luo Qiao got rid of their boots and socks with impressive and surprising efficiency!
The sight of their almond-pale feet was met with “Vaahavaah!!!” and whistles and catcalls that were just as loud as their feet looked erotic to those Hindis. Zhong and Luo Qiao then removed their fatigues just as fast, as if they were weirdly eager to show their charms.
Soon enough, the Indians whistled and catcalled as they feasted their eyes on five pairs of legs, all firm and athletic, spotless, all of them slender, or petite in Qiao's case, except for Zhong’s fuller thighs. Luo Qiao had a dainty pair of legs that made many men as hard as rutting gorillas, Indian men, but also the kneeling Chinese prisoners.
Chopra was now having a huge hard-on as he watched the five prisoners in their underwear, the curves of their bums all plainly visible through their tight panties, and the daintiness of their feet very much appetizing.
Captain Chopra loved a girl’s feet. He suddenly spoke to Xue...
“You can remove your boots now, Major Slut! Remove your socks too, but keep your uniform.”
Xue hesitated, and Captain Chopra felt he needed to make an example out of her. He barked an order, and two tall and massively built soldiers wearing turbans grabbed Xue and brought her closer to her men, where the girls also saw her plainly, and those two burly men shoved the Major down where her face hit the dust!
A pair of steel-strong hands grabbed her and she was forced by Captain Chopra himself to raise herself and kneel. The two turban-wearing gorillas held her there on her knees as Chopra had a Sergeant hand him a 9mm pistol. It was of course unloaded, as no ammos were allowed inside the camp as per the agreement with Beijing, in the same way any assault rifles were without their breech, but the pistol looked very intimidating all the same.
Then, much to her terrified disbelief, Xue saw the enemy Captain grinning at her as he walked and towered over her, pistol in hand, and before she knew it, the barrel of that black pistol was pushed inside her gaping mouth!
"Right there, Major Slut! Right there! Now, show your soldiers what a great cock sucker their Major really is! Suck! Take it deep and suck!"
And Xue, tears of cold terror streaming down her face, finally lost her composure and any semblance of remaining professionalism. Sobbing like a terrified teen girl, she began to suck the Indian pistol! Zhong couldn't believe her eyes! Neither could Zhào Chun. Sergeant Ming was smiling amid his big fat face as he witnessed the unthinkable event. Xue's mouth filled the silence with slurping sounds against the pistol's cold barrel.
Captain Chopra loved the figure she made, and he found her very hot, even fully clothed, as she kept sucking the pistol he held, very obediently with tears flowing down her face. He then ordered her to stop and gave the pistol back to the grinning NCO. He had made his point. Disobediance was not an option.
"Now, Major Slut! Stand up and take off those boots!"
Chopra looked right through her bones, and Xue got alive as she remembered the crushing humiliation that had come with the pistol's cold and hard feel against her tongue. She soon heard the men's loud whistles and catcalls as she bent over and began undoing her field boots, causing the intimate curves of her slender, yet well-shaped buttocks to come into prominent view even only through her khaki fatigues.
The catcalls from the dozens Indian troops went on and grew even louder the whole time Xue was struggling with her laces as she panicked and felt overwhelmed by shame and humiliation. Sergeant Ming was watching her. Xue knew it and felt even worse! Ming was the worst of the worst scum. Calling him a piece of shit would be an insult to shit.
“Come on, Major! Hurry up! Hurry up!" her dominator barked, then he grinned and added "Remove your socks! And relax, girl! We just want to see how beautiful your feet are! Take it as a compliment and a form of truce! I want to kiss those feet, I really do!”
Under the storm of whistles and jeers, Xue finally got rid of her field boots and then gracefully stood on one leg—she had done ballet dancing and gymnastics as a teen—and she pulled one sock.
Chopra felt a savage erection as it pleasantly stretched the front of his combat fatigues when he saw the first of Xue’s feet, at last! He loved what he saw and started himself to remove his uniform shirt.
As Xue did likewise for her other leg, her feet were suddenly there in the dirt as pale beacons that were powerfully small and dainty with those lovely notes of subtle copper that was only seen on East-Asian women.
As their Major did this, Zhong and the four she-privates stood there, very much embarrassed and trying to hide their charms with their arms in front of their bras and panties, and really doing a great job at showcasing the shapes of their buttocks and their legs, silently and unwillingly making the statement that raping them was going to result in huge loads inside them.
Their field boots were lined in perfect order with their training socks tucked inside them, Captain Zhong’s boots first in line, then Private 1st class Luo Qiao, who had the smallest boots, then the three other privates—such a sharp line-up of female boots that would make the Party proud. All this was immortalized by many Indian iPhones.
Captain Chopra walked near Zhong and ordered her to start dancing in her underwear unless she wanted to stand stark naked. The decision was hers.
Zhong wanted to disappear under the earth! She felt all those gazes running all over her! All those jeers and catcalls!
Xue was watching and felt a bit jealous of Zhong’s body, which was fuller and curvier than hers, yet Zhong was still slender-curvy with a very peachy butt that settled her fate for the rest of the night.
Xue was envious of Zhong, but she didn’t realize how beautiful she really was. It was Chopra’s artful pleasure to keep eye-raping her while she was still clothed and barefoot; this was why he had ordered her to stay in her uniform... for now.
Xue also felt the gazes from her own soldiers, the male prisoners, who were looking at her bare feet, and she could tell they were getting horny, very horny! They had never seen her barefoot! She tried not to think about Sergeant Ming, but Ming kept rearing his ugly head in her mind. The worst Sergeant in her battalion was looking at her bare feet and she knew it all too well!
It greatly shamed Xue to be seen like this by her male subordinates—barefoot, yet otherwise wearing her regulation combat uniform, albeit without a helmet so her hair naturally cascaded down in straight strands of black magic that shimmered under those bright camp lights.
“Dance! Dance!” the company Captain barked at Zhong. He was once more holding his rifle with that ominous bayonet.
To his words, Chopra added a silent threat by moving as if he was going to skewer her butt with his bayonet, so Zhong began dancing, a bit hesitant, but got into her awkward dance as her tormentor motioned again with his weapon, adding a wicked grin from his bearded face, and eyes that looked like they could kill a king cobra just by staring at it.
And thus it came to be that Captain Wu Zhong of the People’s Liberation Army of China began to dance in her underwear in front of a Chinese platoon of prisoners and a grinning battalion of Indian soldiers, making some shy kung-fu-like steps and starting to gyrate her hips in some sort of sexualized dance that looked like a grotesque Chinese take on Arab belly-dancing.
The Hindi crowd went nuts in deafening cheers and whistles and “Vaaaahaahaaa!!! Vaaahaaahaaaa!”
Chopra smiled a mile wide along with the nonstop catcalls and whistles as Captain Wu Zhong danced on in her awkward version of Arab belly-dancing, albeit her arms were dangling at her sides as if she didn’t know what to do with them.
“Raise your arms and smile, Chinese slut! Raise your arms and smile!”
With tears of shame starting to roll down her bright-copper face, Captain Wu Zhong did as she was told, fearing the bayoneted rifle in Chopra’s hands.
Zhong’s soft cheeks and spotless face looked strangely calm as she danced on with a forced smile.
Under his grin, Captain Chopra felt guilty. Doing this was so wrong! But he couldn't help it. His own men were expecting this. He himself had no trouble getting girls, but he knew that some of his men rarely got to taste pussy, and those brave men just risked their skin against the Chinese. They had earned the right to enjoy the spoils, but the real truth was that Chopra had never had a Chinese girl and had always felt curious about it. He felt so powerfully horny himself! He knew he couldn't help it. It was wrong, but maybe this was the very reason why deep down, he felt he was going to unload such a prodigious amount of cum inside those dim-sum chinks, starting with this lovely Major whose feet he'd spend hours kissing and licking!
Captain Wu Zhong of China's People's Liberation Army raised her arms as she danced on, beautifully showcasing the juicy shapes of her bra-encased boobs as she looked down at the ground and kept it up! She awkwardly displayed her mix of belly-style dancing and kung-fu-like steps as the Sikhs clapped their hands and called her a "cheenee phoohe'l" (Chinese slut). Her face looked calm, but the tears rolling down her spotless cheeks spoke loudly of her distress.
“Look up! Look at the men! Look at your men!” Chopra barked.
Captain Wu Zhong understood his English. She obeyed and looked up and saw the men! The Indian soldiers all grinned and catcalled, but the worst came from the Chinese prisoners—those men, her own men, looked at her in shock, yet there were lights of secret joy in their eyes! Sergeant Ming was openly smiling at her. The filthy fat creep!
Captain Wu Zhong kept dancing, gyrating her hips now with her arms high above, her lovely hands looking like they were performing some ballet of adoration around her Chinese-Moon face, dancing with her black hair flowing long and graceful, as she just obeyed the command of loosening it, and she danced on.. wearing only her bra and panties... in front of men from the company she was supposed to be in command of! She was only in command of her dancing steps now. She wasn't a great dancer, but she was feeding many raging erections in her all-male public. Xue was watching her. Zhong knew it and this secretly aroused her, but she sucked at dancing. She was a soldier, not a dancer!
She could tell her men loved the motions of her hovering tits, thankfully still covered by her sport bra—white underwear that intensified the copper hues in her soft complexion.
Chopra clapped his hands and ordered the four female Privates to follow their Captain’s steps and begin dancing if they didn’t want to get sodomized by his bayonet. He was doing them a great favour by allowing them to keep their underwear, for now. Xue translated his words, taking her only refuge left in the purity of her spoken Mandarin. Chopra loved her voice; she spoke like a divine song!
And before long, the compact circles of men watched five soldier-girls representing China's PLA by performing that same grotesque take on Arab belly-dancing with their arms raised and showcasing their beauty in underwear, all this under the supervision of Indian officers and NCOs—under unabated catcalls and whistles from the Hindi rank-and-file.
Luo Qiao looked especially graceful in the way she danced, and she had a killer smile even when only faking it!
Private Zhào Chun was dancing almost as gracefully as Luo Qiao while the two others—Ding Fang and Chong Mei—looked just as grotesque as Captain Wu Zhong. Every winning soldier mentally chose which girl he was going to rape as he watched her dance. Every male prisoner watched and chose one girl he'd love to have if only they let him partake!
Each girl had the same dark hair, just longer or shorter. Private Chong Mei had short bobbed hair that made her look cute and a bit funny, especially with her funny small tits that had puffy nipples pointing and marking her pale moss-green bra.
The girls all had pale skin with bronze or copper notes. Xue, Ding Fang and Chong Mei were the palest, looking remarkably like white girls except for those subtle notes of exotic splendour in their almond-pale skin. Such splendour that make white men or Indian men want to fuck a "chink doll" with a mad lust beyond anything a decent Chinese girl could imagine.
Zhào Chun had the longest hair. Chopra ordered her to untie it, which she did, and it fell like a wonderful curtain on her shoulders and her slender back, eliciting a renewal of loudness in their catcalls and prompting many an Indian to change his mind and fuck her instead of the officer with the jucier butt. All the girls danced on, except Xue, who stood barefoot in her uniform and stared at the scene with disbelief at what was happening.
***
Chopra walked to her and gave a simple order...
“Now, Major Slut, go to your men and inspect the troops! Come on, go on! Go see your men! They want to see you from up close!”
Xue secretly felt a hurricane of arousal within herself as she took her first steps toward the lined-up male prisoners, all of them kneeling, but still looking incredibly ominous. Sergeant Ming was trying to crush her soul with the intensity of his gaze as her stomach turned. Her men were all kneeling with their hands tied-up behind them. This encouraged Xue to come closer—after all, her men weren’t able to grab anything so she was safe on that count. She went as far from Sergeant Ming as she possibly could, noticing the crab-faced creep was a bit at the left of the platoon-sized line-up. Some of her men looked handsome and they were the reason she felt secretly aroused from feeling their gazes upon her.
Another order from Chopra came as she got really close and saw how through-the-roof horny her men were...
“Major Slut, undo your trousers and uncover your beautiful ass for your men to see! Drop your pants, and drop your panties, so they can all kiss your ass! And if you don't, then you'll be back sucking my pistol and this time it will be loaded!”
“What?!”
Chopra repeated his order and added the threat...
“Drop your trousers, drop your panties and let all your men kiss your ass, or else! Remember the pistol!”
Xue was at least allowed to do this while turning her back to her kneeling men. It was thus a tiny bit less mortifying for her to thus hide her embarrassment from them, and her arousal too. She was so freaking wet! She thought of Corporal Chéng, who had been a fitness model before joining the Army and had two million followers on his Xiaohongshu account, one of whom was herself under a common user name; he was so... so fucking hot! The polar opposite of Sergeant Ming. Why did thay had to also capture Ming? Why? This wasn't fair! But Corporal Chéng! Oh, my! She suddenly felt a tad lucky in her sordid predicament.
While Zhong kept grotesquely dancing along with the four she-Privates in underwear, Xue unfastened her belt and dropped her trousers, much to the amazement of all male prisoners as they saw her white panties as plain as day under the camp lights.
Then, taking a deep breath, she hinged her thumbs under her panties and dropped them too, thinking of Corporal Chéng as she did so and she was really doing it for him and only for him. Her shame was bone-crushing as she heard some loud “Ooohh!” and “Aaahh!” from her own men! All thirty-five of them! She felt the hardness of their raging erections. The tension was all there around her in this warming air. She thought of Corporal Chéng, but then thought of Sergeant Ming and her heart sank deep! Corporal Chéng was like a white paint of pure delight, a girl's ultimate fantasy, and all it took to ruin it was just a bit of Ming's creepy filth.
Captain Chopra was right upon Xue! The large Indian man groped her ass and forced-kissed her, making her feel how hopelessly strong he was. Furthermore, he had taken off his uniform shirt and she saw and felt his naked torso against her. It was insane! This was the very first time a non-Chinese man ever kissed her! She felt his beard on her delicate skin as he kissed her strongly, yet with that kind of male sweetness all girls dream about... It felt... weirdly hot and much less scary than she had dreaded. The turban-wearing officer was just pure male energy forcing her to do whatever he wanted her to do. Then, there was Corporal Chéng! But then, Sergeant Ming... Fate was toying with her like cat and mouse.
Then, the enemy Captain grabbed her shoulders and nudged her down into a bent-over position, easily forcing the much smaller woman to take two or three steps backward, very awkwardly thanks to her trousers down her legs, until the soft curves of her buttocks came into gentle contact with the first of Xue’s kneeling men! That man made no effort to recoil.
"No! Noo! No! This isn't happening!" Xue wailed out in perfect, Party-approved Mandarin as she felt this Private's kiss on her bare bum.
With devil-wicked eyes, the Chinese soldier gave avid strokes of his tongue! He warmed and polished his Major’s naked butt with some proletarian spit! Xue shook her head and looked down in a beautiful blur of raven hair where the enemy Captain kept her down on her hands and knees. She couldn’t believe this was happening! The roar of rolling laughter from Indian men drowned her ears!
Xue tried to repress her surprised moan as the Private licked her bottom, but she failed. “Aaaaaaahh?! Aaah aaaaahh... aaaah-bù...”
She whispered “bù” (no) amid her moans, but this only added to her arousal. The private second class was plainly smelling her wet pussy as he gave love to her butt while wondering if he wasn’t dreaming.
Chopra moved her to the next man, who did likewise and learned what the intimate skin of his commanding officer tasted like.
Xue moaned out again and knew she was soaking-wet beyond repair as her never-told fantasy of getting gang-fucked by her own men was getting so close to becoming a real thing! All her men, especially Corporal Chéng! But Sergeant Ming again reared his ugly crab face in her mind and ruined her fantasy...
Two men had licked her butt. Thirty-three more to go! The event was still young.
As a bonus, from where she was kneeling and having her butt kissed by her men, Xue saw the display of her dancing girls. Zhong, Ding Fang and Chong Mei danced grotesquely while Luo Qiao and Zhào Chun did so very gracefully—in their underwear in front of all those Indian turban-wearing men, who could rush at and assault them any moment.
Reality became a distant concept to Xue as she was moved from man to man and one by one, her kneeling soldiers graced her soft butt-cheeks with more slobber and more kissing adoration as she was circulated by Chopra and in the process, she uttered a great many forced moans out of her endless arousal and humiliation.
“This is just the beginning, Major Slut! You have my word on this.”
Private Wu Chang, 20 years old, couldn’t believe it as his lips landed on Major Xue’s plump butt and his nose gently sank into the off-limit softness of her flesh as he kissed her pale skin and learned how girly she smelled and tasted! Her buttocks were so soft and peachy under his tongue! They looked beyond unreal against the hem of her camouflage jacket, and so ungodly pale against the much-darker khaki of her field uniform! He especially enjoyed the salty taste of her sweat and the vastness of her butt when seen from skin-kissing close.
The hardness of his cock could only be conjectured! This was absolute torture and cruelty to be only allowed to kiss her butt without being able to fuck her! His tongue gave long lingering strokes that added to the slobbering tribute from the rank-and-file to their much-dreamed-about Major.
Indian soldiers made sure their male prisoners remained properly lined up and kneeling as the overexcitement grew out of proportion to such an event that had zero effect on the world's economy. Xue's world was toppled upside down.
Then it came to Corporal Chéng! Xue saw it was him as Captain Chopra moved her into position in front of him. She screamed with unstoppable arousal as she felt the gentle field of electricity that preceded the kissing contact from his mouth! "AAA-AAAAAAAAHH!!!"
Then she felt the reluctance in his timid tongue strokes. Corporal Chéng didn't like this at all! He was gay. He closed his eyes and tried to think of a boy he liked as he gave the compulsory tribute to his half-naked Major, who felt both uncomfortable and a bit disappointed.
Next man was Sergeant Ming.
"Hello babe! Nice butt you got, babe! Lovely feet too!"
His voice made her blood run cold! Why him?! Why! Then came the sickening tongue and the even more sickening strokes, rich and gooey with slobber! Now Xue understood what Princess Leia must have felt when she was being licked by Jabba the Hutt! Now she truly understood what that female captive Jedi padawan must have experienced when she had her twat licked by the same Jabba, knowing she were going to be gang-raped by Gamorrean guards right after, in a smut story she had written on Archives Of Our Own before it was blocked by the Party earlier that year.
Each second was a snail-paced eternity for Xue as she endured each of those tongue strokes from crab-faced Sergeant Ming. Fortunately, his hands were tied up behind him so he couldn't do much more, but then he forcefully pressed his face right into her bum crack and his long tongue found the rosebud of her asshole! And, God save her soul, he began to rim her plate! Undeterred by the taste of her shit, Sergeant Ming rimmed her anus with his tongue and taught Xue she was a bit too timid and vanilla in the way she depicted Jabba the Hutt in the questionable smut she had written.
Captain Chopra noticed how mortified Xue felt about this particular man, so he left her longer with him. Sergeant Ming finally let himself fall down, where he pressed his face down against Xue's bare feet and covered them with his kissing and licking adoration as much as he could, twisting himself like a worm on the earth while Chopra forced Xue to keep her feet right where Ming had full access. Chopra smiled as he cupped and felt the softness of her butt under his wide-open hand. This was even more fun than he had anticipated!
To Xue, the last few men in the line-up felt like a welcome break in comparison. She felt this was maye be a 3 out of 10 on the humiliation scale, 9.9 out of 10 being for Sergeant Ming.
When the entire platoon of male prisoners had slobbered and tongue-polished their Major’s butt, Xue wondered what was coming next with a mix of morbid curiosity and terror.
What about all those Indian soldiers? They were catcalling and whistling, but why were they so patient?! Their very discipline made them even more terrifying! The Indian military was playing cats-and-mouse with female soldiers of China’s PLA.
Then Xue spotted a khaki jeep with headlights that blinded her and she looked away. When she looked again with more caution, she made out silhouettes of shadow. There were maybe four human shapes in the approaching jeep.
“You can put your trousers back on now, Major Slut!” bellowed her dominator.
Xue obeyed the command even faster than it was said. Her slobbered and spit-polished buttocks came into gooey contact with her wet panties, which immediately disappeared under her camouflage fatigues as she tightly fastened her belt, feeling fire on her flushed cheeks.
Who were those men in that jeep? It was getting very close now. Then she saw them as they came under the camp lights. The jeep came to a halt about 10 yards away from her and four men got off. Those men were in their fifties—all of them fat and pudgy and wearing the insignias of high ranks, Generals and Colonels. Those fat ugly men in command were all staring at Xue and her girls.
A Colonel walked right at Captain Chopra, who saluted his superior officer and gave a short report...
"Mission accomplished, Sir! We drove the yellow dogs back and beat them up, and we brought some prisoners along with six of their women, including a Major and a Captain! All ready to be fucked, Sir! The men are growing impatient, if I may say so, Sir!"
"Well done! Very well done indeed, Captain!" his Colonel replied as he saluted him back. Then he turned toward the men and yelled, "Let's go boys! Party time! Give them something to remember!"
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“The night is very young, Major Slut! Now kindly bend over and let me drop those trousers you just put back on! I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve always wanted to be fucked! And after, you’ll get more cocks than you can handle! INDIAN cocks!”
As Captain Chopra spoke and she kept lost in fascination in front of the shirtless Hindi officer, Major Xue knew that resisting was pointless.
TO BE CONTINUED.